It doesn't matter what the con is. Insider trading, a line we got at a bookie club, insurance scam, whatever.
You've seen the money and you want it. More of it. So who cares if you have|to bend the rules a little bit? As long as nobody gets hurt. But then somebody does.
Tommy Suits always said, "A confidence game is like putting on a play, where everyone knows their part. The inside man, the roper, the shills, everyone, that is, except for the mark."
So now you're an accomplice in a homicide. Everything you thought you were in control of, just flew out the window, or is dripping down your leg.
You should be running out the door, desperate to forget|that this ever happened, and ready to repent|your greedy ways.
What about the money? Then there it is again, that itch. There's a guy standing in front of you with a smoking gun, another guy on the floor bleeding all over the place, and all you can do|is think about the money. You're a sick twisted fuck.
So we gotta make sure we give you the blow off. We have to make sure that you never ever come looking for us again. We have to get you off of our backs, forever. That's why we give you the fix. We all can't be model citizens such as yourself. It's all about the money, isn't it? Ain't it always? That's what makes us run. Me too. It can buy you love. It can say everything about you. It can erase all those things about you, you wish didn't exist. It can make you think you're on top of the world. And if you believe that money can do all that for you,you are the perfect mark.
Wasn't it Jack Kerouac who said, "If you own a rug, you own too much." I don't necessarily like Kerouac, and driving cross-country isn't my idea of a good time, but the guy's got a point. If you've got nothing, you've got nothing to lose. But when it comes to money, whether it's finding it or losing it, you just have to remember how much of it is just luck. Just dumb fucking luck.
from the movie, confidence.
human kind can not gain anything without first giving something in return. in order to obtain, something of equal value must be lost. that is alchemy's first law of equivalent exchange.