American Roulette: How I Turned the Odds Upside Down---My Wild Twenty-Five-Year Ride Ripping Off the World's Casinos [NOOK Book]

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In American Roulette, Richard Marcus tells his never-before-heard story, of ripping off casinos. The book follows Marcus, along with several of the world's great professional casino cheaters, as he travels from Las Vegas to London and Monte Carlo, pilfering large sums of money from casinos by performing sleight of hand magic tricks with gaming chips. As skilled cheaters, they back up their moves with psychological setups to convince pit bosses that they're watching legitimate high rollers getting lucky, while in...
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Overview


In American Roulette, Richard Marcus tells his never-before-heard story, of ripping off casinos. The book follows Marcus, along with several of the world's great professional casino cheaters, as he travels from Las Vegas to London and Monte Carlo, pilfering large sums of money from casinos by performing sleight of hand magic tricks with gaming chips. As skilled cheaters, they back up their moves with psychological setups to convince pit bosses that they're watching legitimate high rollers getting lucky, while in fact they're being ripped off blind.

With the exploding growth of casino gambling, heightened by Indian reservation and riverboat expansion, more and more elaborate casino cheaters are illegally assaulting the green-felt, getting rich off of novice casino personnel. Richard Marcus's insider story is a window into the hidden world of intriguing personalities and tense situations he encounters as a member of expert casino-cheating teams who use their wits to turn the odds upside down and "earn" millions. American Roulette is a fascinating story not only for those who occasionally casino-gamble, but for everyone with a little larceny in their heart.


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"In this memoir, a grafter with a predator's understanding of human frailty recounts his true adventures swindling casinos the world over. Marcus's prose is so detail-rich it's as if you're fattening your pockets and running from the "steam" [i.e., angry casino muscle] right alongside him."
- Details magazine (October 2003)

"American Roulette provides the titillating thrill of being welcomed inside a forbidden world. As fun as it is revealing."
- Michael Konik, author of Telling Lies and Getting Paid and The Man with the $100,000 Breasts and other Gambling Stories

"Richard Marcus is that rarest of tour guides: a real insider who offers an unvarnished account of how he cheated casinos out of tidy little piles of money....a rare tell-all."
- Timothy L. O'Brien, author of Bad Bet: The Inside Story of the Glamour, Glitz, and Danger of America's Gambling Industry

"So much fun to read that this book deserves to be in two sections of every bookstore - Crime and Magic. One of the most original books on gambling and Las Vegas that I've ever read."
- Bert Randolph Sugar, author of The Caesars Palace Sports Book of Betting

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781466852402
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 9/10/2013
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Pages: 336
  • File size: 798 KB

Meet the Author


Richard Marcus has done nothing but cheat gambling casinos since he was twenty-one. He was born in New York and has lived all over the world.

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PROLOGUE

The last time you walked through a crowded gambling casino in full swing, I'm sure you noticed hordes of men gathered around the craps tables, cheering and hollering as the dice tumbled across the layout. You must have seen all those well-behaved women with painted fingernails at the blackjack tables, playing their hands with religious adherence to every system, every strategy, every hunch that numbers and fate twist the brain into believing. You couldn't have missed all those couples, perhaps a bit unruly, feverishly spreading their chips over their favorite numbers on the roulette tables, counting only on pure luck. And of course the temporary mindlessness of the masses glued to their stools in front of the blipping, clinking, and clanking slot machines. Have you ever asked yourself if any of these gamblers actually win? In the long run?

Of course they don't. You don't need me to tell you that Las Vegas and Atlantic City were not built on winners. They were built on dreamers. But is this to say there doesn't exist a select breed of very talented individuals who "always" make money in casinos? Notice I did not say "win" money in casinos. We already know that's impossible.

Yes, there are people who always make money in casinos. In fact, lots of money. These people are very few in number, and they all have one thing in common: they cheat. I know this firsthand because I am a professional casino cheater, have been all my adult life. And I'm very good at what I do. Or I should say "did," because now I'm retired. Not because I got busted and put out of business, then copped a plea and decided to write a book like so many convicted scam artists or criminals having nothing to do but tell all. In this sense I am unique. I retired in my prime, clean as a whistle, not the slightest blemish on my record, not forced to stop cheating casinos for any reason. So why did I stop? Simply because I could no longer resist telling you my story. It really is incredible, and I never would have believed that everything you're about to read happened to me.

In this book I will tell you how I so successfully cheated casinos for so long, as well as why I cheated them. I will reveal everything, all my secrets and methods that I'd guarded with my life for twenty-five years. I will give you all the splendid details. I will tell you about the magic involved, but even more impressive than that, the psychology and the manipulation of people's minds. I will show you how I controlled casino personnel like puppets on a string, and did so without the slightest bit of ego. I will show you how I used casinos' omnipresent surveillance cameras above as my number-one ally, how improvements in casino surveillance only aided and abetted me. I will develop all my cheating "moves" in your presence, and you'll surely appreciate their simplicity as well as their sophistication.

And then I'll take you on an exciting twenty-five-year journey through the world's casinos, cheating their pants off. From Vegas to Monte Carlo. From Atlantic City, island-hopping through the Caribbean, all the way to Sun City, South Africa. We'll even take a detour, stop off farther back in time where you'll meet the inventors of my clever little tricks. It was not I who opened the gates to casino cheating; I only improved on it. It was my mentor who introduced me to the founding fathers of casino cheating through colorful anecdotes he recounted to me over the years while he trained me. And without corrupting any I will relate them all to you.

Along the way we'll meet other groups of organized casino cheaters, contemporary ones, from all over the world, each with its little bag of tricks, some nickel-and-diming it on a rough road, others nearly as crafty as my own teams, but certainly none better. You'll see how we divided up the international casino turf when necessary; there was always enough to go around, no need to be greedy. And we'll also take a peek into the future, at the next direction of the ongoing wars between casino cheaters and casino surveillance personnel. There will be no winner, just never-ending battles and many more stories for someone else to tell you after I'm gone.

But remember one thing: I'm not telling you all this so that you go out and become a casino cheater. I'm simply recounting my story to entertain you, just as I've done so many times with captivated audiences gathered around me at parties, in bars, someone always saying with an appreciative smile and glistening eyes, "Richard, you've really lived an unbelievable life. You ought to write a book about all your casino experiences."

Well, here it is, and I hope you enjoy reading about my experiences as much as I did writing them. So climb aboard my ace-of-spades carpet and let's go for a little ride. I promise when we get back you'll never think the same about casinos, and if you've never before been inside one,
dn0 don't worry, you'll be just as amused and entertained as any seasoned gambler.

SAVANNAH

When it first hit me that I had probably discovered the best cheating move in the history of casino gambling, one that appeared absolutely flawless, with minimal risk--even when getting caught red-handed--I experienced a feeling of euphoria that would have been complete had it not been for the sliver of doubt that naturally crept into my brain. During two decades of cheating the world's legally operating casinos at their own games, using a variety of sleight-of-hand moves, some rank, others good, still others "really" good, that so-called dream move had eluded me until that hot August night in 1995.

I was sitting at the bottom of a shabby roulette table inside the dingy Silver Spur at the intersection of Main and Fremont in downtown Las Vegas. Diagonally across the worn, coffee-stained layout sat my partner in crime, Pat, who'd been working the casinos with me for the past sixteen months. We were both casual in jeans and cotton shirts. Also at the table was the usual downtown assortment of multiracial degenerates, some wagering with two-dollar-gets-you-three-dollar paper coupons that dripped beer--or God knows what else--others with the remnants of their social security checks, which by the looks of what they were wearing could have certainly been put to better use. The occasional tourist dropping a bet on that table didn't even hang around for a second spin when it won. If it wasn't the bowling-alley smell or clanging slot-machine noise that chased them out, it was the horrific click-clack cocktail-waitress call emanating from the device being squeezed in one of the oily-looking pit boss's hands. I would have been chased out of there myself, had it not been true that the Silver Spur was probably the only casino left in Vegas where I wouldn't run into anyone I knew or, better yet, run into someone who knew me.

Pat and I often went downtown to test new cheating moves before going for the real money on the Las Vegas Strip. The trick here was to place a red five-dollar chip atop a green twenty-five-dollar chip on the roulette layout in such a way that the dealer would not see the bottom chip's greenness and therefore assume both chips were red. Knowing that dealers in the bust-out joints downtown were required to announce green chips on the layout, we'd know right away if the little Korean girl named Sun saw the one I was trying to hide underneath the red. We hoped she didn't, but as I delicately placed the two round chips in the first of the three 2-to-1 column boxes at the bottom of the layout, carefully measuring the angle and distance that I let the top red chip protrude off the green, I had serious doubts about the whole d amned scheme. I even thought about saying good night to Pat so that I could rush home to catch a rerun of "Law & Order."

But Sun never called out, "Green action on the layout," and I was absolutely sure she'd looked at my bet--at least three times. Seeing it from the back, the green chip stuck out like a sore thumb.

Pat and I shot each other surprised looks. I furrowed my brows at him as if to say, "Maybe she actually didn't see it." But I was thinking she "had" to see it, that perhaps she was just too lazy to call it out to the supervising floorman, or she had indeed called it out but had one of those ultra-soft Oriental voices that didn't carry well amid the din in the casino. As an ex-casino dealer myself, I knew a lot of dealers didn't give a s hit and wouldn't bother straining their voices to alert superiors about the presence of a lousy green chip.

Sun spun the ball and we waited. If the bet lost, we'd place it again; if it won, we'd have our answer. Would she correctly pay me twice the $30 in chips sitting in the betting box, or mistakenly pay $20--2 to 1 for the two red chips we hoped she "thought" were there?

The ball dropped into the black number-10 slot on the spinning wheel, a first-column number that made my bet a winner. I tensed and watched the dealer.

Copyright (c) 2003 by Richard Marcus

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First Chapter

PROLOGUE

The last time you walked through a crowded gambling casino in full swing, I'm sure you noticed hordes of men gathered around the craps tables, cheering and hollering as the dice tumbled across the layout. You must have seen all those well-behaved women with painted fingernails at the blackjack tables, playing their hands with religious adherence to every system, every strategy, every hunch that numbers and fate twist the brain into believing. You couldn't have missed all those couples, perhaps a bit unruly, feverishly spreading their chips over their favorite numbers on the roulette tables, counting only on pure luck. And of course the temporary mindlessness of the masses glued to their stools in front of the blipping, clinking, and clanking slot machines. Have you ever asked yourself if any of these gamblers actually win? In the long run?

Of course they don't. You don't need me to tell you that Las Vegas and Atlantic City were not built on winners. They were built on dreamers. But is this to say there doesn't exist a select breed of very talented individuals who "always" make money in casinos? Notice I did not say "win" money in casinos. We already know that's impossible.

Yes, there are people who always make money in casinos. In fact, lots of money. These people are very few in number, and they all have one thing in common: they cheat. I know this firsthand because I am a professional casino cheater, have been all my adult life. And I'm very good at what I do. Or I should say "did," because now I'm retired. Not because I got busted and put out of business, then copped a plea and decided to write a book like so many convicted scam artists orcriminals having nothing to do but tell all. In this sense I am unique. I retired in my prime, clean as a whistle, not the slightest blemish on my record, not forced to stop cheating casinos for any reason. So why did I stop? Simply because I could no longer resist telling you my story. It really is incredible, and I never would have believed that everything you're about to read happened to me.

In this book I will tell you how I so successfully cheated casinos for so long, as well as why I cheated them. I will reveal everything, all my secrets and methods that I'd guarded with my life for twenty-five years. I will give you all the splendid details. I will tell you about the magic involved, but even more impressive than that, the psychology and the manipulation of people's minds. I will show you how I controlled casino personnel like puppets on a string, and did so without the slightest bit of ego. I will show you how I used casinos' omnipresent surveillance cameras above as my number-one ally, how improvements in casino surveillance only aided and abetted me. I will develop all my cheating "moves" in your presence, and you'll surely appreciate their simplicity as well as their sophistication.

And then I'll take you on an exciting twenty-five-year journey through the world's casinos, cheating their pants off. From Vegas to Monte Carlo. From Atlantic City, island-hopping through the Caribbean, all the way to Sun City, South Africa. We'll even take a detour, stop off farther back in time where you'll meet the inventors of my clever little tricks. It was not I who opened the gates to casino cheating; I only improved on it. It was my mentor who introduced me to the founding fathers of casino cheating through colorful anecdotes he recounted to me over the years while he trained me. And without corrupting any I will relate them all to you.

Along the way we'll meet other groups of organized casino cheaters, contemporary ones, from all over the world, each with its little bag of tricks, some nickel-and-diming it on a rough road, others nearly as crafty as my own teams, but certainly none better. You'll see how we divided up the international casino turf when necessary; there was always enough to go around, no need to be greedy. And we'll also take a peek into the future, at the next direction of the ongoing wars between casino cheaters and casino surveillance personnel. There will be no winner, just never-ending battles and many more stories for someone else to tell you after I'm gone.

But remember one thing: I'm not telling you all this so that you go out and become a casino cheater. I'm simply recounting my story to entertain you, just as I've done so many times with captivated audiences gathered around me at parties, in bars, someone always saying with an appreciative smile and glistening eyes, "Richard, you've really lived an unbelievable life. You ought to write a book about all your casino experiences."

Well, here it is, and I hope you enjoy reading about my experiences as much as I did writing them. So climb aboard my ace-of-spades carpet and let's go for a little ride. I promise when we get back you'll never think the same about casinos, and if you've never before been inside one, don't worry, you'll be just as amused and entertained as any seasoned gambler.


SAVANNAH

When it first hit me that I had probably discovered the best cheating move in the history of casino gambling, one that appeared absolutely flawless, with minimal risk--even when getting caught red-handed--I experienced a feeling of euphoria that would have been complete had it not been for the sliver of doubt that naturally crept into my brain. During two decades of cheating the world's legally operating casinos at their own games, using a variety of sleight-of-hand moves, some rank, others good, still others "really" good, that so-called dream move had eluded me until that hot August night in 1995.

I was sitting at the bottom of a shabby roulette table inside the dingy Silver Spur at the intersection of Main and Fremont in downtown Las Vegas. Diagonally across the worn, coffee-stained layout sat my partner in crime, Pat, who'd been working the casinos with me for the past sixteen months. We were both casual in jeans and cotton shirts. Also at the table was the usual downtown assortment of multiracial degenerates, some wagering with two-dollar-gets-you-three-dollar paper coupons that dripped beer--or God knows what else--others with the remnants of their social security checks, which by the looks of what they were wearing could have certainly been put to better use. The occasional tourist dropping a bet on that table didn't even hang around for a second spin when it won. If it wasn't the bowling-alley smell or clanging slot-machine noise that chased them out, it was the horrific click-clack cocktail-waitress call emanating from the device being squeezed in one of the oily-looking pit boss's hands. I would have been chased out of there myself, had it not been true that the Silver Spur was probably the only casino left in Vegas where I wouldn't run into anyone I knew or, better yet, run into someone who knew me.

Pat and I often went downtown to test new cheating moves before going for the real money on the Las Vegas Strip. The trick here was to place a red five-dollar chip atop a green twenty-five-dollar chip on the roulette layout in such a way that the dealer would not see the bottom chip's greenness and therefore assume both chips were red. Knowing that dealers in the bust-out joints downtown were required to announce green chips on the layout, we'd know right away if the little Korean girl named Sun saw the one I was trying to hide underneath the red. We hoped she didn't, but as I delicately placed the two round chips in the first of the three 2-to-1 column boxes at the bottom of the layout, carefully measuring the angle and distance that I let the top red chip protrude off the green, I had serious doubts about the whole d amned scheme. I even thought about saying good night to Pat so that I could rush home to catch a rerun of "Law & Order."

But Sun never called out, "Green action on the layout," and I was absolutely sure she'd looked at my bet--at least three times. Seeing it from the back, the green chip stuck out like a sore thumb.

Pat and I shot each other surprised looks. I furrowed my brows at him as if to say, "Maybe she actually didn't see it." But I was thinking she "had" to see it, that perhaps she was just too lazy to call it out to the supervising floorman, or she had indeed called it out but had one of those ultra-soft Oriental voices that didn't carry well amid the din in the casino. As an ex-casino dealer myself, I knew a lot of dealers didn't give a s hit and wouldn't bother straining their voices to alert superiors about the presence of a lousy green chip.

Sun spun the ball and we waited. If the bet lost, we'd place it again; if it won, we'd have our answer. Would she correctly pay me twice the $30 in chips sitting in the betting box, or mistakenly pay $20--2 to 1 for the two red chips we hoped she "thought" were there?

The ball dropped into the black number-10 slot on the spinning wheel, a first-column number that made my bet a winner. I tensed and watched the dealer.



Copyright (c) 2003 by Richard Marcus
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  • Posted February 7, 2013

    While I can't verify everything Marcus says he did, it is appare

    While I can't verify everything Marcus says he did, it is apparent he has spent some time in the casino business, and if I were to lay odds, I'd say that it is at least 90% true; but the main title is rather misleading, and I think it would sell more copies if it had been marketed differently. That said, it is a facinating read; and if you want to know what it's like to see the casino from a cheater's point of view, I highly recommend it. - Conrad Steffen

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 10, 2003

    THE REAL DEAL

    With so many Vegas stories making the rounds lately, this is clearly the stand out title as far as realism and dare I say, honesty. I can't argue with the pro reviewers observations of some rough edges in the author's personality (I think he's is a very good writer though), but on its face I doubt this self admitted con man would ever have been someone I'd want over to my house for dinner. I put Marcus and his story on the same level as Henry Hill of Goodfellas fame, amazing stories, however in real life I'd like to avoid them both.

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