Push, Nevada
Color Of Money

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Oh, they're shoveling it, all right

Damn. Tick tock, Eisner. I've got a life to lead here.

So Jim drives again, heeding the smooth radio sounds of Ezekiel 25:17 explaining to him that "gambling is a mortal sin" and other pearls of non-Push-sanctioned wisdom. We flash back to the Versailles, which he enters on surveillance camera through the front door. The Three Product-Placed Ross-Dress-For-Less Suit-Wearers Of The Apocalypse watch intently as Jim stands near the tables, doing nothing more than loitering. He reaches into his lapel pocket and unearths a pencil and a notebook, which might be warning signs for the people spying on him. Kill him now! What about now? Well, then how about…oh, never mind. You can't just take the pencil out of his hands, at least? Jim finally turns around and tells the non-French-adept concierge I quite enjoy that he wants to speak to someone's boss. And there's Evil Ed in a flash, ushering Jim into a back room in front of another surveillance camera recording the conversation.

Jim explains to Evil Ed that he spent the evening counting cards, and discovered through a series of mathematical discoveries that "your casino pays out sixty-two percent of the time." Up in Chrome Heaven, Guy #1 observes, "He knows." Guy #2 continues, "Who's gonna make the call?" So mysterious! Jim explains that casinos make money by paying out less than fifty percent of the time, and Evil Ed tries to counter that the Versailles is just having a bad night, but Jim is ready with his Chinatown scowl, sneering, "It's going to get worse." Jim shows all his cards, saying that Bodnick was murdered and the sheriff won't help, reasoning, "There's something going on in this town. It is very crooked, very dark, and very difficult to understand. So here's your chance. Prove to me that you have the intelligence, strength of character, and self-preservation skills to rise above this morass and tell me the truth." Push hangs in the balance while The Three Product-Placed Ross-Dress-For-Less Suit-Wearers Of The Apocalypse watch from Chrome Heaven and Jim stares and stares. Much to the non-surprise of people who hate shows where stuff ever happens, Evil Ed smiles broadly and suggests, "Maybe we could arrange for you to come back when you feel better and have a go at the tables with some house chips. Say, five large?" Jim responds with defeat. His job and marriage are in trouble. But the Versailles hasn't seen the last of him, and he ends his speech directly to the camera that's watching him: "You tell whoever it is that you work for that I'm going to take this town apart number by number, ledger by ledger, brick by brick." Go, Norma Rae Prufrock. For screwing with the fun of tax cheats and gamblers everywhere. As he leaves the casino, he drives past a hiding Taudrey, who doesn't get a line because somewhere something had to go right.

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