Casino – The Count Room

(Ace) ‘Who could resist? Anywhere else in the country, I was a bookie, a gambler, ‘always lookin’ over my shoulder, hassled by cops, day and night. ‘But here, I’m Mr. Rothstein. ‘I’m not only legitimate but running a casino ‘and that’s like selling people dreams for cash.

‘I hired an old casino pal, Billy Sherbert, as my manager and I went to work.’ …and this is Ronnie who takes care of the card room. (Ace) ‘For guys like me, Las Vegas Washes away your sins.

‘It’s like a morality car wash. ‘It does for us what Lourdes does for humpbacks and cripples. ‘And along with making us legit, ‘comes cash, tons of it. ‘what do you think we’re doing in the middle of the desert?

‘It’s all this money. ‘This is the end result of all the bright lights and the comp trips, ‘of all the champagne and free hotel suites ‘and all the broads and all the booze. ‘It’s all been arranged just for us to get your money. ‘That’s the truth about Las Vegas.

‘We’re the only winners. ‘The players don’t stand a chance. ‘And their cash flows from the tables ‘to our boxes, through the cage ‘and into the most sacred room in the casino. ‘The place where they add up all the money, the holy of holies – the count room. ‘Now, this place was off-limits, ‘even I couldn’t get inside, but it Was my job to keep it filled With cash, that’s for sure.’ (Nicky) ‘They had so much money in there you could build a house out of $100 bills.

‘And the best part was that the Board of Directors didn’t know what was going on. ‘I mean, to them, everything looked on the up and up. Right? ‘Wrong. ‘The guys inside the counting room were all slipped in there to skim the joint dry.

‘They’d do short counts, they’d lose fill slips. ‘They’d even take cash right out of the drop boxes. ‘And it was up to this guy here, standin’ in front of about two million dollars, ‘to skim the cash off the top without anybody gettin’ Wise, ‘the IRS or anybody. ‘Notice how in the count room nobody ever seems to see anything. ‘Somebody’s always lookin’ the other way.

Look at these guys. They look busy, right? ‘They’re countin’ money.

Who wants to bother them? ‘God forbid they should make a mistake and forget to steal. ‘Meanwhile you’re in and you’re out. ‘Past the jag-off guard who gets an extra C-note a week just to watch the door. ‘I mean, it’s routine, business as usual. In, out, hello, good-bye.

‘That’s all there is to it. Just another fat walkin’ out of the casino with a suitcase.