Two for the Money

Your gift transcends all this shit.
Your gift is cosmic. It's metaphysic.
It's eternal. It is God!
Besides, we have a contract.
- Bullshit.
- Bullshit? Bullshit, bullshit.

- Walter, you can't own someone.
- Who owns him?

I created the greatest sports tout
this country's seen.

I hooked him up with every major client.
I built a fucking
television show around him.

I took out full-page ads.
I introduced him
to the major clients of the world.

I did that.
I hooked you up with everybody.

Think you're gonna walk out the door,
take that with you,

leave me here
holding the fucking sack? Bullshit!

I don't know why I'm talking to you.
What has this got to do with you?

This is between me and him.
What are you doing in this office?

What are you doing here? Get outta here!
Don't talk to her like that, Walter.
- It's between me and you.
- It is between you and me.

Are you telling me how to talk to my wife?
You shut your fucking toilet.

Leave. Leave, please, Brandon. Go. Go.
Please. Go. Leave.
Listen to me, you son of a bitch.
Don't you ever talk to me like that, ever.
I'm sorry.
(knock at door)
Hey, Brandon! Hoo!
It's Walter. Don't get excited.
All is forgiven.
- What time is it?
- It's 6am.

I gotta fly to Vegas, meet with
some clients - hand-holding thing -

and just keep them aboard for the last game,
because you can do this thing.

End of the season's the perfect place
to turn a streak around.

I'll be back tonight.
We'll go out. We'll have a good meal.