A shady police detective finds himself in the middle of a murder conspiracy at an important boxing match in an Atlantic City casino.

Julia: Look, I'm sorry.
Rick Santoro: Who gives a shit if you're sorry?
Julia: What are you mad at me for?
Rick Santoro: Because I didn't have to know! You decided to have this problem, not me! My world would've gone on turning just fine, but now, either way I look, I have to do something that I don't wanna do. Do you I understand, I do not wanna do this!
Kevin Dunne: [after Rick is pummeled by Tyler] Sounds like three broken ribs to me. What is this? A heroic stand? You're the wrong guy for it, Rick. You'll be all alone in the spotlight. And guys like you can't stand up to that light. You'll burn up under it. The press starts looking for dirt on you - and they will - it will be a mudslide. Forget about your job, your sweet life in Margate. Start thinking about jail! Your girlfriend will be gone, too, at the first sign of trouble but not before she has a little chat with Angela so say good-bye to your wife too! Twice a month with Michael won't be so bad, if you can get him to spend the night in your shitty apartment! You will lose it all, my friend - everything! And your whole connected life will fall the hell apart. Is that what you want? All you have to do is be consistent for God's sake. Do what you always do: Take the money! You want to be a hero? You want to do something for your country? Then tell me where the girl is!
[Rick, wounded and bleeding, smiles and spits blood onto Dunne's medals]
Commander Kevin Dunne: How's Angela?
'Ricky' Santoro: Fat, fabulous, fantastic - I love her.
Commander Kevin Dunne: How's the other one - what's her name? Candy?
'Ricky' Santoro: Oh, Monique? Skinny, mean, expensive - I *LOVE* her!
Rick Santoro: Well, fuck you.
'Ricky' Santoro: It isn't lying! You just tell them what you did right, and you leave out the rest!
Kevin Dunne: I was three feet away from a known terrorist, and I had my eyes buried in some broad's tits.
Rick Santoro: Well, Kevin, this may not make you feel better, but don't you see? That's what she was there for. That was the plan. To give you a boner. And you got one. Congratulations, you're human.
Rick Santoro: You know they say, back two, three hundred years ago, pirates put phony lighthouses right out by those big rocks, right out there. Ships would set a course by the lights, crash on the rocks; then everybody'd go out and rob 'em blind. Only one thing's changed since then: lights are brighter.
Rick Santoro: Who the hell do you think you are, lady? Sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong. You were a number cruncher. Just crunch the goddamn numbers.
Kevin Dunne: Don't give me that wounded look. You haven't got the face for it.
Rick: I'm betting that the redhead you followed is the same person who told Tyler to throw the fight. She's one. Shooter's two. Tyler's three. The drunk who shouted the signal is four and whoever was on the other end of that radio is five. Five people make a conspiracy, right?
[Points at the bodyguard's hand on his arm]
'Ricky' Santoro: See where your hand is? That's a felony.
Kevin Dunne: Terri likes to talk to me during sex. Last night she called me from the hotel.
Rick: This is fight night and I am the king.

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