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- Great darts.

Now, hurry up, he's coming back on.

- Welcome back to the World

Darts Championship.

In this cricket match, Smith and Henricksen

have closed the 20s through the 15s

and have two bullseyes.

They're also ahead by 20 points.

Whitman and Keyes have closed the 20s through the 15s

and have one bullseye.

Allistair Whitman is gonna need three bullseyes

to win the first televised world championship.

- And he's really gonna have to hit three

because Henricksen has been

hammering the bullseye all night.

- Well, if anybody can get a hat trick,

it's Allistair Whitman.

Oh, that all but ends the match.

He has to hit a double bullseye to win,

and he's completely blocked it.

Start engraving Smith and Henricksen on the trophy.

- Whitman and Keyes have

won the world championship!

- I am gobsmacked, how did he do that?

It's not human, I tell you.

Somebody get down there and stop the engraver.

That is the greatest closing dart

in the history of this game.

- Thrown by the greatest player

in the history of this game.

- That's for you, weirdo mittens...

- Weirdo mittens.

- You were not in the CIA.

- Yes, I was.

I was in Berlin when the wall came down.

Do you think that happened by itself?

- You're so full of shit, Virge.

- All right, showtime, Mitch! - Ooh, showtime, baby!

- All right, all right, you got this, Hank.

All we need is one bullseye to win.

- Are you crazy?

He hasn't hit a bullseye all night.

- No way.

- Well, I'm willing to bet you double or nothing

on your bar tab he's gonna hit one right now.

- Oh, you're on. - All right.

Your deal, one bullseye, okay?

You got this, buddy.

- Aw.

- What in the hell were you aiming at?

- What do you think?

- How the hell am I supposed to know?

You hit literally every other damn thing in the room

except the bullseye.

- You know, Hank, that happens again,

the rules say that if you catch the dart

before it hits the floor, you can shoot it again.

- Thanks.

Have you ever caught a dart that bounced off the board?

- No.

- Have you ever seen anybody

catch a dart that bounced off the board?

- No.

- Have you ever even heard a story about someone

catching a dart that bounced off the board?

- No.

- Well, thanks, that's great advice.

- What, are you trying to be cute, Hank?

Now, I'm gonna kick your ass!

- All right, Dana, you got this.

Come on.

Ha! - Oh!

- Showtime baby!

Showtime!

- Woo-oo-hoo!

- Drinks. - Yep.

- Hoo!

- Hey, thanks for the drinks.

- Our pleasure, anytime.

- Showtime, baby!

Showtime!

- That loss drops us to number eight in the standings.

One more and we're right out of the playoffs.

- Yeah, Dana was right.

I didn't hit a bull all night.

- No.

Bro, you just gotta learn how to close the game.

- Well, it doesn't help with you

betting the whole tab on the match.

Can we afford that? - I know.

I should have made a disclaimer like only their drinks,

like we couldn't buy for Ian and Virgil too,

but, I don't know, I'm an idiot.

- Yeah. - Sorry.

- Dude, what are you doing?

You talking about Jackie?

- Yeah, just couldn't think of a song with Jackie in it.

- Wait, was that supposed to be "Come on Eileen"?

It's nowhere near the lyrics, dude.

- Oh my God, it's not about the song, Hank.

What I'm talking about here is closing the deal.

You only live once, bro.

- Yeah, okay.

When's the last time you went on a date?

- Hey, I've dated most of the girls around here.

I've just run out of options.

It's a small town.

I'm gonna die alone.

You on the other hand. - Shut up, dude.

- I am beat.

- I know.

Fucking show time.

I'm never playing them again.

I'm done, I hate 'em.

It's so stupid.

- We'll get 'em next time, baby.

Don't worry about it. - Show time!

No show time!

They're so stupid.

- Hey, hey.

Dittle for the middle.

See who opens in the morning.

- Dude.

- Shit!

- Ah, have a good night, man.

Hey, Jackie. - Hi, Hank.

How was the match last night?

Tough one, huh? - We'll bounce back.

- You want something?

- Yeah, just some flights, I guess.

What do those ones say on 'em?

- These? - The ones next to 'em.

- Foxy Mama.

- It's funny 'cause I was gonna ask,

have you ever had one before?

- Um...no.

- Really?

They're kind of awesome.

In fact, you should come by the bar sometime.

We could have one together.

- Yeah, I really don't think that's gonna be my thing.

- Oh, come on, you can at least try one.

I think you'll like it, and if for some reason you don't,

I'll get you something else.

- What the hell are you talking about, Hank?

- What do you mean?

Oh, okay.

Ah, oh my God.

I thought you said Bahama Mama like the drink.

- Ah, okay, yeah, that makes way more sense.

I was like, he wants to share a foxy mama with me.

Have we met? - No, no.

Sorry, it's, in my head I heard Bahama Mama.

I've been making drinks way too long.

- You still want 'em?

- Yeah, I gotta get 'em now, right?

It's two bucks.

- Don't even worry about it.

These are on me.

- Really?

- You come in here almost every day and buy something.

I think I could let this slide.

- Oh, thanks.

- You're welcome.

- Um, I gotta get back to work, but thanks again.

And seriously, if you want to come by the bar one night,

I'll make us a couple of Bahama Mamas.

Maybe it'll be your thing.

- I might just take you up on that.

- I'll see ya.

- Hey Hank, I still haven't got my latest check

from when I produced "Back to the Future,"

and I was wondering--

- You did not produce that movie.

- Yes, I did. - No, you didn't.

I looked it up. - Yes, I did.

I'm the one who told Bob to use a DeLorean.

Do you know what the time machine was before that?

A refrigerator.

How bad would that movie have sucked

if they used a refrigerator?

- Then how come you're not on IMDB?

- 'Cause I'm the uncredited guy behind the scenes.

- My ass.

- You're a very kind young man.

Ian, can I please bum a--

- Piss off.

- Here, Virgil, someone left these here.

- Thanks, buddy, one of these days.

- No worries.

- All right, another rusty nail, make it a double.

- Bro, this is pathetic.

We need to do another ladies' night or something.

- We've had three.

I've been wanting to do karaoke night though.

That could be cool. - Yeah, that could be cool.

But we need something.

Something big, something different.

Some way to get people in here.

- Hey! - Real people.

- Ah.

- We gotta think outside the box.

Let's go work on your bullseyes,

and we'll try to come up with an idea.

- Yeah.

- See, I can hit the 20s through 15s all day.

When it comes to the bullseye,

I have some kind of mental block.

- Rusty nail! - One minute, Ian.

- Don't think about it.

Just try throwing the darts as fast as you can

without thinking.

- Crap.

- Still waiting on that drink, Hank.

- Yeah, Ian, one second. - That's, that was better.

Look it, now, I don't know, move,

move your stance a little bit, okay?

Try throwing from a different angle.

Switch things up a bit.

Don't think about it. - Jesus Christ.

Give me those things, would you, before you hurt yourself?

- Wait. - Give me some room.

Rusty nail, now!

- What the fuck?

- Was it two doubles and one?

- Was it five bulls? - Five?

It was two doubles and the one, wasn't it?

- That was amazing. - Yeah.

- Yeah, how'd you do that? - Here, on the house.

- How'd I do that?

I imagined the bullseye was your face.

- Okay.

- You wanna throw a game with us?

- No! - Why not?

- Because you're idiots.

- Whoa, who are you calling an idiot?

- I've sat here and watched you guys

throw hundreds of games and you suck ass.

I'd rather throw darts at my own nuts.

- We're not idiots, are we? - No, he's an asshole.

- Hey, turn this up, would ya?

Oh, what?

Oh, Hank, with sugar and cinnamon

and whatever the hell else you like,

would you please turn this up?

- You could write a children's book.

- Hi, I'm Dirk MacIntyre,

and I'm standing outside Uptown Social with Nicki

and Lance Gallyan, the brother duo from Manchester, England,

who some believe are the greatest

to ever play the game of darts.

They're here in Chicago to play

for their 10th World Darts championship.

First time it's ever been held in our country.

Welcome to America, gentlemen.

- Yeah, we heard we had to play some team

from some place

for the world championship.

Who gives a cock? - Whoa, whoa, whoa, gentlemen.

I need to remind you that we are on national television.

- Oh, so sorry.

In that case,!

- So you're playing the American champs,

Jules "The Dutch Dragon" Van Dongen

and Chuck "Pipes" Puleo for your 10th world title.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, Dutch Oven and the Pips.

We played them 100 times in every different format,

and we're 100 and 0.

It's embarrassing, honestly.

We're embarrassed for the entire nation.

- But it would tie you with the legendary Allistair Whitman.

- Him, the wanker.

- Again, national television.

And he is considered to be the greatest dart player

that's ever lived.

In fact, didn't he come out of retirement

to beat you two for the Manchester Cup?

- What the would you bring that up for?

- He couldn't carry me sack, 'im.

We're the best that's ever been.

And that's a fact.

- So you've been in town for a while

and the rumor is that it's not just

to tune up for the big match.

- We're here to record our first album.

- So the rumor's confirmed?

Is there anything you can tell us about the record?

- All you need to know, friend.

is it's going to be the best thing

you've ever heard

in your whole miserable goddamn life.

- Gotcha.

Do you have a name for this upcoming record?

- No, we don't have a title yet!

- It doesn't matter, does it?

It's going to be the biggest thing ever.

- I'm sure it will be.

Is there anything you wanna say

to Jules and Chuck before the match?

- Yeah, yeah, you, you tossers!

All right, you for brains!

So.

- Understood.

And fellas, before you go, I gotta ask.

It's nighttime.

Why are you two wearing sunglasses?

- Why'd you-- I'm about to punch you in the face right now.

- We have daytime sunnies, nighttime sunnies,

rock and roll sunnies, and dart-throwing sunnies.

And we never. Ever. Take off. Our. Sunnies.

- Do you even have sleeping sunglasses?

- Yeah!

- What a great couple of guys.

Well, the best two out

of three World Darts championship match will be broadcast

here from Uptown Social live tomorrow night in Chicago.

You won't wanna miss it. - Mother.

- What's his problem? - Who gives a shit?

Dude, we should go in the city

and watch this match tomorrow night.

- Hell yeah, I'm down. - All right.

Ooh, who's gonna watch the bar?

- Ah, dittle for the middle?

- Hey, you made it.

- I couldn't go another day without trying a Bahama Mama.

- Coming right up.

- I'm gonna take a beer and a whiskey neat.

Showtime, baby, showtime!

- Hey buddy, where's Hank?

Hey, how about later

we'll play for tonight's bar tab too, eh?

Showtime, baby, showtime!

- Don't you two ever get tired of being you two?

- No. - Nah.

- There you are.

Cheers. - Cheers.

That is really good. - I told you.

- How are those flights treating you?

- They were good.

Not Bahama Mama good, but they're not bad.

- Yeah, I came by last night and--

- You were here? - Only for a second.

You were throwing and I didn't wanna bother.

- No, no, no, you should've said something.

I was, I was looking forward to seeing you.

- Hank!

Today's the day!

You've always been so nice to me.

You're a very kind young man.

I want to give you something.

- I appreciate it.

Thank you, Virgil, but that's not necessary.

- No, no, no, I want to, you're very kind,

and I hope I'm not offending you.

- No, no, no, you're not offending me.

I'm just in the middle of something so--

- Great, because you're very kind,

and I want to give you something.

Come here.

- I am here. - No, closer, it's a secret.

Closer.

What I want to give you, I'm not offending you, am I?

- Oh, not with anything you've said.

- Good, because you're very kind.

What I want to give you it's about this big and it's real.

At least it feels real.

You sure I'm not offending you?

- I don't, I don't think so.

I don't know.

- Well, a famous actor buddy of mine I met on "Point Break"

gave this to me back in the '90s.

I think he paid a fortune for it then.

And it's real.

Like I said, I mean, it feels real,

and it's got real hair on it and everything.

And I used to use it all the time,

but I'm getting older and stuff

and can't really get it going anymore.

So now I want you to have it.

- No, I don't, I don't think so.

- Do you understand what I'm trying to give you, Hank?

- Yeah, I think I do, but I'm not--

- You're making a big mistake.

This once belonged to-- - Jesus Christ, Virgil!

No one wants your old, used death trap of a pocket vagin--

- Okay, thank you, Ian.

- You sure you don't want it?

- Ugh.

- Make some noise, come on!

Representing the United States of America, the challengers,

let's hear it for Jules "The Dutch Dragon" Van Dongen

and Chucky "Pipes" Puleo.

Chucky, Chucky, Chucky!

Jules, Jules, Jules, Jules!

Make some noise for these guys!

Come on, let's hear it!

Everybody say, "Oh yeah!"

Woo!

- Hey, bet you the bar tab

they don't make it to a third game.

- And from Manchester, England,

ladies and gentlemen,

the defending nine-time world champions.

The undisputed masters, my friends.

They're going for the record tonight.

They're going for number 10.

You think they could do it?

Well, ladies and gentlemen, let's hear it

for Nicki "The Manchester Mauler" Gallyan

and Lance "Breedmar" Gallyan, the Gallyan Brothers!

Let's hear it!

Woo!

- Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome

to tonight's World Darts championship match.

I'm joined in the booth by the one

and only former national champion himself, Sean Grafton.

Welcome aboard, Sean.

- Thanks a lot for having me, Dirk.

Glad to be here. - Absolutely.

So do you have any thoughts on tonight's match?

- The Americans are gonna have a tough road ahead of them.

The Gallyan brothers are the best team in the world

and have never lost a single game to Jules and Chuck.

- They have a tough road indeed.

Do you have any advice for 'em?

- I would tell the Americans,

since there's a lot of bad blood between the two teams,

just to relax.

Don't let the Gallyan brothers get under their skin.

- Sounds like good advice.

- Well, let's go down to the oche

as the match is about to begin.

- Hey, do we get free drinks in the booth

or do I have to bring my own?

- Good luck, gentlemen.

Shake hands and shoot well.

- Ah, for fuck's sake, you two mugs again?

- America is fuckin' huge.

There's got to be somebody better than you two

from sea to shining sea.

- We would've beat you assholes in Hildesheim

if you didn't cheat.

- Who the fuck needs to cheat to beat you two tossers?

- What do you call messing around

every time we're at the board?

- Okay, okay, fellas, go back to your tables,

and let's play some darts.

- You know, I haven't thrown darts in about a month.

This one's for your mums.

And this one--

- He just hit a triple 20 without even

looking at the board.

Then a triple 19. - And this last one.

- You two knobheads.

He can't possibly hit the 18 too, can he?

- Oh my God, he did it.

He threw a white horse without looking.

- That's even more amazing

than Jordan's no look free throws.

It's unbelievable.

Where's my drink? - That was amazing.

- I'm telling you, they're the best ever.

- It's gonna be impossible to overcome

that amazing turn at the oche.

- Let's go!

We're gonna be releasing our greatest hits album

before you throw a dart!

- Why don't you show some sportsmanship

and let me take my turn?

- Hey, pull that shit again like you did in Germany,

and I'm gonna kick your ass.

- The Gallyans have completely taken the wind

out of their sails.

A single 17.

- Oh, is this some kind of a joke?

This is the best your country has to offer?

- The bad blood continues.

Chuck just threw a punch at Lance.

Oh, it looks like he may have hit Jules.

- You broke my nose!

- What the hell just happened?

- Ah, fuck your nose, I broke my dart hand!

- Drinks!

- The match has been canceled.

The match has been canceled!

This is the first World Darts Championship

that's gonna be a no decision.

- It's unbelievable, I've never seen anything like it.

Is there still time to get my drink?

And do we still get paid?

- What in fuck is wrong with you?

Can't you see we're creating?

- We have a problem.

- You're about to have a bigger one

when I shove this bass up your ass!

- Finally we got Wilkins and Williams.

There's Hoover and Michaels. - Oh, piss off.

- Okay, how about...

- Why do we have to play any of these twat waffles anyway?

- 'Cause we are trying to bring this sport to America,

and if you want to be global stars,

sell out your music tour here, and get minted,

then we need a championship match

where you don't start a fight and insult the entire nation!

- Well, I feel sorry for them if that's the best they have.

Because those two are a couple of muggy bitches.

- See, that's exactly what I'm talking about.

- By the way, we're sick of playing fuckin' cricket.

- You threw exactly three darts at cricket!

What are you talking about?

- This was just delivered to the Gallyan Brothers.

And the man said it was urgent.

- It's probably another love letter

from Emma Watson.

Boy, is he still there?

- No, he left immediately.

- What does it say?

- I have something you want.

You have something I want.

If you want a chance to win back the only trophy

you ever lost, then...

We found our team.

- Dart Side of the Moon?

They're a level C pub team, you'll destroy them!

- I know, it's bloody perfect.

- Hey, how much, how much dough you got in the back?

- Not a lot, why?

- No.

- Is everything okay? - Yeah.

Oh yeah, yeah, I was just, just curious, that's all.

Hey!

- I know, you are. - Come on in.

It's ladies'...

Hey, first drink's on the house.

- Yeah, come sit down.

I'll tell you about the time I had dinner

with the president of Botswana.

- I think we're in the wrong spot.

- No, no, no.

No, no, this is the right spot.

We can throw in a second round too.

- Oh, you know, they just texted.

They're at the Ritz. - Oh great, let's go.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, come back.

We can do a third round!

What the hell, Virgil? - What'd I do?

- I thought that third round might...

- Hi, I'm looking for Hank Fuller and Austin Turner.

- I'm Hank and this is Austin.

- Who are you?

Some sort of bill collector? - No, I'm Lester Harrison,

Chairman of the Championship Darts Corporation.

- Oh crap, I think I forgot to send in our dues.

If this is about-- - This isn't about that.

This is something much different.

I'm here to offer you boys the opportunity of a lifetime!

How would you like to play the Gallyan Brothers

for the Darts Championship of the World?

- What?

This some kind of joke?

- No, this is completely on the level.

After the no decision last night,

we've decided to give an unknown team a shot at the title!

And we've chosen you.

- Why?

- Picture this.

An unknown team comes from nowhere

with a shot at the greatest title in the world of darts.

Think of what it'll do for the sport.

For every little kid who ever picks up a dart

and dreams that maybe one day

they too can be a world champion.

- We get paid anything to play?

- No, but $100,000 goes to the winner.

- We'll do it. - Wait, wait a minute.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

We're not gonna win $100,000.

We can't even beat Mitch and Dana.

These guys are gonna destroy us.

- Yeah, of course they are.

Oh, it's gonna be a massacre.

But who cares?

This is what we've been looking for, Hank.

The promo for the bar.

It's gonna be on TV, right?

See, this is amazing.

We can wear our pub T-shirts for the whole country to see.

Talk to the beachers,

see if they'll do an article on us.

I don't know, get on the radio.

Talk about the match, promote the bar.

This is amazing, bro.

- Austin! - I'm Hank.

- Hank!

Your mate is making a lot of sense.

What do you say, gentlemen?

- Hell yeah, we're in.

- Awesome.

All right, let's get started.

- All right, guys, guys, it's coming on.

- It looks like there's been a shakeup

in the world of darts.

In an unprecedented move,

the Championship Darts Corporation has chosen

Dart Side of the Moon, an unknown Michigan City team,

to play for the World Darts Championship.

Do we know what city in Michigan they're from?

- Michigan City, Indiana!

- Anyways, the match will take place

this Saturday at 8:00 PM here at Uptown Social.

You can catch it here live, but if you'd like to go down

and cheer on the underdogs in person,

you might want to get there early

because this one probably won't last long.

Good luck, fellas.

- That sucked.

- Well, I should get back to the shop,

but I thought it was great.

- Hey Jackie, do you want to come to the match on Saturday?

They're gonna destroy us,

and it's gonna be really embarrassing,

but it would be cool to have you there.

- I bought a ticket the moment you told me about it.

- Are we gonna make complete fools

of ourselves on national TV?

- Yeah, you will, unless you do exactly what I say.

- What happened to you?

- You want a chance to win?

- Win what?

- The World Dart Championship, Hank.

- We're not trying to win.

They're the best ever, don't be ridiculous.

- They are not the best ever.

But with that attitude, you will make asses of yourselves.

- Do you think we actually have a chance to beat them?

- I know this.

If I teach you and coach you, you'll not go

on national television and look like complete morons.

- I don't know, what're we gonna do in a few days?

- We're certainly not gonna get any worse.

Besides, we should try to be our best, right?

We're gonna be shooting on national TV.

Playing with shirts with Michigan City and the pub on them.

We can't show up like we don't give a shit, right?

- All right. - All right.

- Let's get to work, we got a lot to do.

- Now? - Now!

- Can we get some more drinks here?

- Yeah, sure. - What are you doing?

- Gonna go get some drinks?

- No, no, no, no, we're training.

- What about our customers? - It's not my problem.

Find a solution now!

- Well, I guess we don't need any drinks.

- Hold on.

I think I have an idea.

What about?

- You think? - He's always here anyway.

- Yeah, sure, why not?

- Hey, Virgil, you want a job?

- Doing what? - Tending bar.

We can't pay much and you're gonna make crappy tips, but--

- Okay.

- Have you ever tended bar before?

- I mean, I used to own the most popular

bistro in Paris, we had--

- All right. - All right.

Let me show you a few things.

- No, that's okay, I got it.

- I didn't know you had an apron.

Et pour vous, Monsieur?

- Oh, vodka martini, extra dirty, and a zorn after two.

- Huh.

I did not see that coming.

It's like watching a horse ride a bike.

The five things it takes to be a great dart player.

Number one, how to stand at the oche.

- What's an oche?

- Oche is the line you throw the darts from.

- Why don't you say the line? - Because it's called an oche.

Your feet should be a foot to a foot and a half apart.

Your weight balanced upon your front leg

with a line from the 20 through the bullseye

to the middle of your foot.

Yep.

Your back leg behaves as a kickstand.

You should be comfortable and relaxed.

Comfortable?

Are we relaxed?

Gentlemen, I can't tell you how concerned I am

as to whether you're comfortable and relaxed or not.

Number two, how to throw a dart.

- I know how to throw a-- - Shut up.

Arm raised at a 90 degree angle,

your forearm completely straight.

Aim, draw back, fire, and follow through.

Ideally, there should be as little movement as possible.

Good, now do that a couple thousand times.

- A thousand? - A couple thousand!

While I watch.

Fellas, I'm going to teach you as my father taught me.

With hard work, respect, and dedication for the game.

When I am done with you, you will know darts.

Better yet, you will know yourselves.

I will make you dart-throwing machines.

I will also make you gentlemen of the sport.

- God.

- People are laughing at us. - Yeah, they are.

You look ridiculous.

Get used to it.

Hank, you can't hit bullseyes when you're all alone at home.

What do you think is gonna happen

when you're at the World Dart Championship

where there's a huge crowd of people there

and TV cameras pointed directly at you?

- Holy shit. - Holy shit is right.

Which is why I want you guys to do two things for me.

Number one, no drinking before the match.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, no drinking?

- Correct.

- You mean while we're throwing?

- No, I mean no drinking.

- But what about when practice is over and--

- I said no drinking period.

- Hold on, but I like to wind down after a long night.

- Then get Harvey Wallbanger to coach you.

Number two, I got a task on this piece of paper

that I want you to complete before the match.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I didn't say stop throwing.

Get back to the oche.

As little movement as possible, right?

Little movement as possible.

Towel off too, you both look like pigs.

- You sure this is what he meant?

- What it said on the piece of paper.

- It's crazy.

It's a practice sport.

It's gonna take us forever to finish the game.

- I know, but we said we'd do it, so just do it.

- But do we have to do it like this?

- I don't know.

But we're here so throw. - Okay.

- What happened, you bozos lose a bet?

- Fuck this, I'm out of here.

- Yep, thank God.

Austin. - What?

- Austin!

- Number three, strategy.

We must always stay one step ahead of our opponents.

They close one number, we close the next.

They go for points, we go for more.

We never play their game, fellas.

And we wait for them to make the one little mistake

that allows us to pounce and defeat them.

- Hank "The Hammer"?

- Number four, you gotta have a cool nickname.

- It is pretty cool.

- Yeah, because you're not being called a tosser.

- Ace that 18. - I'm trying.

- Okay.

- Gah!

- Give me a number.

- 17, triple 17.

- On it.

- Okay.

Lower.

Nope, nope, I'm leaving.

- Austin. - Nope.

- Austin!

- I don't know what to do, I tried everything.

- Hey, what's your favorite number to throw at?

- Anything besides the bulls.

- No, I mean, what's your favorite number?

Every dart player has a favorite number.

- I like 18s.

- Okay, do you think you can hit 18 in that circle?

- I think so, yeah. - All right, let me see.

Good.

Now the next time you throw, aim at that dart.

Just use it as a marker.

- Okay, yeah, I see that.

But the 18s are easy, it's the bulls I can't hit.

- Yes, you can.

The bullseye is a circle one and a half inches in diameter.

It's actually one of the larger landing areas on the board.

It's just an optical illusion.

That space you just hit, all those 18s,

is the same size as the bullseye.

If you can hit those 18s, you can hit the bulls.

That's all there is to it.

Now, throw at the bulls, but in your mind,

just imagine that big open space

where you hit all those 18s.

That's right, right?

It's just an 18, right?

Breathe, picture the 18, and throw.

- Austin, did you see that?

- Way to go, man. - That's how you do it.

But one out of three is not gonna cut it.

So let's get back to work.

I can tell you this, the Gallyan brothers are taking this

more seriously than you guys are.

- Nicki!

- So then I thought, is it a gift from heaven

to know that we're going to die?

- Right.

Well, you should probably go see what...

Is that an MMMBop tattoo on your wrist?

- Yeah, but it's pronounced MMMBah, love.

- Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's MMMBop.

- No, it's MMMBah.

- Anyway, why do you have a tattoo

of a terrible song on your arm?

- A terrible song?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Have you ever listened to the lyrics?

- Yeah, don't they just say "MMMBop" over and over again?

- No, love, it's a song about relationships

and getting older.

Losing your hair and flowers.

It's like The Beatles "When I'm Sixty-Four"

or Shakespeare or The Eights.

It's fucking poetry, darling.

Here, listen to this.

Can you tell me, oh, no, you can't.

'Cause you don't know.

Can you tell me?

You say you can, but you don't know.

Can you tell me,

oh, which flower is gonna grow?

No, you can't 'cause you don't know.

Can you tell me whether it'll be a daisy or a rose?

You say you can, but you don't know.

- Yeah, MMMBop is still a terrible song.

- It's MMMBah.

Hey, I didn't finish telling you the lyrics.

- Lastly, and most important, number five,

release the pressure.

At all times, we want to be calm, relaxed, and in focus.

My father would say that when he was in the zone,

everything else in the world would go away.

It was just him, his darts, and the dart board.

Don't let anything rattle you.

We respond, we do not react.

And remember, breathe.

- There we go. - Yeah.

What do you want, what do you want?

- Bullseyes, it's time for bullseyes.

- Easy.

I mean hard.

- Closer, closer.

Don't leave me hanging. - I won't leave you hanging.

There it is.

- Bullseyes. - Bullseyes.

- Hey.

- How's it going?

I'm on my way to training.

I just wanted to come by and see you real quick.

- Great.

How you holding up?

Big match is tomorrow.

- Yeah, it's crazy, right?

You're still coming, aren't you?

- Of course, I'm so excited.

And just think, pretty soon you're gonna be world champs.

- I don't know about that.

- Hey, hey! - Good luck tomorrow.

- We're all watching and rooting for ya.

- Thanks, man.

- See.

- Well, what I was gonna say is,

I don't know if we'll win, but if we can at least make it go

to three games, that would be amazing.

- Nah, you're gonna win.

And when you do, you better not forget about us.

- Impossible.

- You guys have worked hard, come a long way.

Now there's just one thing left.

- What's that?

- Play me in a game of darts.

Shoot well, gentlemen.

- Sorry about that.

- No, two out of three's great, brother.

- It's okay. - Please.

- Good game, good game.

All right, tomorrow I'll pick you guys up before the match.

We'll go over everything.

Make sure you're in the right frame of mind.

Oh, and don't think I'm proud of you guys or anything.

- Can you believe we just beat Ian?

Bro, we might have a chance at winning tomorrow.

- Yeah.

- Excuse me.

- Hey. - Sorry to interrupt.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

- Yeah, sure. - No, take your time.

Hey, Virgil, can you do me a favor?

- So I got you something for the match tomorrow.

- You did?

- Yeah, it's not much, and you don't have to use 'em

if you don't want to, but I just thought.

Turn it around.

- This is great.

Oh, I'm definitely gonna wear this tomorrow.

Thank you. - And one for Austin.

- He's gonna hate it.

It's great.

- And I didn't know if Ian had a nickname, so.

- Yeah, that's.

That's him, that'll do it.

Thank you. - Of course.

- So where'd the name "Good News" come from?

- My grandparents were collectors.

They used to take me on these long drives where we'd go

to these little shops, and they'd find these great pieces.

My grandmother used to find a piece she loved and say,

"Well, here's some good news."

I always got a kick out of that.

- It's cute.

- So what about you, Hank?

Was it always your dream to own a bar

and play the World Darts Championship?

- No, no, not even close.

The bar's been in the family forever,

but it sat empty for years.

And then after Mom died and me

and Austin moved back, we were like,

"Hey, let's get the old pub up and running again."

So.

- So you and Austin?

- Half brothers, different dads.

- Huh, I didn't know that.

- Hey.

Ooh, do you have a few minutes?

- Sure, what's up?

- I wanna show you something real quick.

Here, come on.

- Who is that?

- That is Jay.

He's great, right? - Amazing.

How did I not know about this?

- He doesn't publicize it.

He just does these little impromptu shows.

And if you're in the know,

you get a little alert when one's happening.

It's pretty cool, right? - Very cool.

Can I be in the know?

- I think we could work something out.

- So then what is your dream, Hank?

- What, you can tell me.

It can't be that bad.

- I've always wanted to do that.

- Sing?

Sing something for me.

- No. - Why not?

- It makes me nervous.

- Why? - I don't know.

It's just you're up there all alone

and people are staring at you.

It's just...

- Well, you gotta try.

Close your eyes.

Picture everybody in their underwear.

Have a Bahama Mama or two, you'll be great.

You're gonna sing for me one day, Hank Fuller.

- After all this training we've been doing with Ian,

I've been thinking about giving it a shot.

- I'm gonna hold you to it.

- Thank you for taking me.

Oh, his voice was so good. - Of course.

I'm glad it came up, you know.

- And I'm in the know now, right?

- Officially, yeah. - Okay, I'll hold you to it.

- Hey, do you want to come up for a glass of wine?

I don't have the stuff to make a Bahama Mama, but.

- Sounds good.

- Cool.

- Is Austin here?

- Austin?

He's probably still at the bar.

- Great place.

Did you design it yourself? - Thank you.

Yeah, pretty much.

TV and dartboard are Austin's.

- Ah.

Can I use your bathroom?

- Yeah, yeah.

Let me show you where that is, it's here.

Here you go.

What the fuck?

Did he see me? - I don't know, I think so.

- Okay, look, what do we do?

Should we stay?

We should go, oh my God.

Okay, I'm so sorry.

Let's just head out.

We'll pretend like this never happened.

- Hank!

- Yeah?

- Is that, that you? - Yeah.

- Okay.

I'll be out in just a minute.

- I'll see you at the match tomorrow.

You're gonna be great.

- Yeah.

- Whoa.

Dude, are you okay?

- Sorry about that.

Just been a little bit stressed and

just trying to blow off some steam.

- By getting herpes?

Dude, Virgil has been using that thing since the '90s.

- I know.

I've hit an all time low.

- What are you stressed about?

We're gonna be great tomorrow.

- It's not about the match, it's...

- What, I could help.

What is it? - No.

No, no, no.

I got it, I got it.

I tell you, I sure could use a drink right about now though.

- Ian said we have to do exactly as he says.

If you drink, then that--

- He's not gonna know, Hank.

- Yeah, but I will.

- Look, I gotta, I gotta throw this thing away.

Carrying around a bag full of shame.

I'm gonna go for a little walk and collect my thoughts.

We can talk about this when I get back, cool?

Cool.

- Sure.

Yeah, but Austin, seriously, man, don't go out drinking.

We have a chance tomorrow.

You saw what happened tonight.

We beat Ian. - He let us win!

Goddamn it.

That's not what I...

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna, I'm gonna get rid of this,

and I'll just be right back.

- Do you want a walking partner?

- Excuse me?

- Do you want a walking partner?

Just you're there and I'm here,

and it's that weird sort of awkward thing.

And I just figured, well, that's silly.

You know, we may as well walk together.

- Yeah, sure.

Where are you headed?

- Do you know where Holloway Drive is?

- You sure you're in the right neighborhood?

- I have no idea.

I just moved here, and I was meeting some coworkers,

and I can't find the street.

And I keep texting them, but nothing.

And I'm so lost.

- Yeah, I've never heard of it.

You try googling it?

- Yeah, I did, but nothing came up.

I just drove down here.

*I figured this is where all the cool spots in town

seem to be.

- They are, but I don't know.

I grew up here.

I'd never heard of that before.

Sorry, I wish I could help you out, just--

- Ah, it's fine.

I'll just see them on Monday and figure something out.

- I could, I could walk you back to your car if you'd like.

- That'd be nice, thanks.

What's in the bag?

- Ah, ah!

- What the heck is that?

- It's, it's nothing, it's nothing.

That was nothing.

That was, that was my little brother's.

I was just throwing it away for him.

So, and now it's gone.

- You're acting really strange.

Was that a--

- No, that was, that was nothing.

That was definitely nothing.

It's gone, so.

So how long you lived here?

- About a week.

- Wow, you are new.

- I am.

- Where'd you move from?

- Santa Claus.

- Santa Claus? - Mm-hmm.

- Okay, now you're just, now you're just messing with me.

- No, honestly, it's a small town.

- Oh no, I know all about Santa Claus, Indiana.

I just never met anybody from there.

- Oh, that's where I am.

- Really? - Yeah.

- Holy shit.

You have no idea how excited this makes me.

- Why is that? - I don't know.

I've always just had a thing for those little Indiana towns

with weird, funky names, you know?

- Hmm.

Like Mudsock?

- Hey, that's a good one.

Carefree, Indiana.

- Toad Hop. - Hardscrabble.

- Beehunter.

- Goddamn, you're good at this.

Okay, now if you want to get a little spicy,

there's the famous French Lick, Indiana.

- Ooh.

Keeping on the spicy theme there is Buddha.

- Buddha? - Yeah.

You know, it's spelled like Buddha.

You know how the rest of the world would pronounce it,

but this being Indiana.

- Nice, that's hilarious.

Okay, now are my personal favorites.

Floyds Knob.

- Pocket Punani.

- Pocket, what?

No, that was, that was my little brother's, I swear.

- I hope for your sake it was

'cause that did not look good.

- No, I, honest.

- Well, this is me.

- Oh. - It's been nice.

- Yeah.

- Do you wanna get a drink?

- A drink?

Yeah.

- Are you nervous? - Never, me?

- Thank you.

- Thank you very much, looks great.

Yeah.

It's weird. - What is?

- Well, I've been in this place a bunch of times,

and it's always packed.

Makes you feel like everybody knows something you don't.

- Hmm.

Maybe it's just one of those kind of nights.

- What kind is that?

- When the unexpected can happen.

- Can I ask you a serious question now?

- Sure. - You sure?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Have you noticed how much the Statue of Liberty

looks like Elvis?

- What, no, it doesn't. - Oh, you don't believe me?

- No, it doesn't. - Okay.

Let's take a look at this, please.

- That's insane. - That's crazy, right?

- How come more people aren't talking about this?

- I don't know.

You know what? - What?

- I think it's up to us now

to start getting the word out about it.

- So what do you do? - I own a bar.

I own a bar with my little brother Hank.

- Oh, the one with the...

- Geez, yes.

Yeah, yep, that's the one.

You're not gonna believe this.

He and I are playing for the World Darts Championship

tomorrow in Chicago.

- You're right, I don't believe you.

There is no such thing as the World Darts Championship.

- What?

Yes, there is.

It's a real thing, and we're playing in it tomorrow.

It's gonna be on TV and everything.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

- Wow. - It's nuts.

- Hey, that's amazing.

You must be pretty good.

- Yeah.

- Well, let's drink to that then.

- Cheers.

Come on, man.

Answer your phone.

I screwed up.

I told him you let us win the match yesterday.

- Oh. - I'm sorry.

Just been so stressed out lately.

The bar's in terrible shape.

We're barely hanging on.

This apartment, I mean, everything, it's all tied together.

And we could lose it all.

I've been so stressed out lately.

I even used Virgil's fake hoo-ha.

- Ugh. - I know, I know.

It's disgusting.

Hank, he doesn't, he doesn't know about any of this.

Well, he knows about the hoo-ha.

That was embarrassing.

He doesn't know about the rest, you know.

We've just come so far.

- Let's go find him. - Okay.

- That's okay, come on.

- Oh, just the guy I wanted to see.

- Why, have you seen Hank?

- Nope, I finally got my check.

- You gotta be shitting me.

- I told you.

If it weren't for me, it would've been a damn refrigerator.

- Well then, Virgil, I guess you deserve that money.

Hey, do me a favor.

If you see Hank, have him get in touch

with me immediately, please.

- Sure thing, everything okay?

- I don't know, man.

We're about to find out.

- Hey, here for some last minute supplies?

- No, I...

- Where is he?

- I was hoping you might know.

You know, he really...

Well, you're the first place I looked.

- Why'd you leave?

- Who am I kidding?

These guys are the best in the world,

and I can't even hit a bullseye when I'm at home by myself.

I started to believe we could win too.

- You can't hit a bullseye?

Is that a joke?

- What do you mean?

- You hit one every moment of every day with me.

You've never not hit a bullseye,

as far as I can tell, Hank.

You're just a bullseye kinda guy.

Look how far you've come.

There's a champion inside you.

That's what I see.

Now, go show the world what the Hank Fuller

that I know can do.

- Thanks. - No, don't thank me.

When you win, you owe me a song.

- I'll see you at the match?

- Wouldn't miss it for the world.

- I mean, if he doesn't get here soon--

- He'll be here.

- Sorry I'm late.

- You're my brother, Hank.

You don't have to apologize to me.

I'm just glad you made it.

Oh, by the way, I didn't drink last night, and I was wrong.

Ian didn't let us win the match, right?

- I don't know if you drank last night or not,

but if you did, I'm gonna kick your ass.

And yeah, I didn't let you guys win.

You guys played great.

Now, why don't we show these boys

how we do things on this side of the pond?

Hold this and stand at the oche.

What's that say?

- Seven feet, nine and a quarter inches.

- Now hold it at the bullseye.

Now what's that say? - Five feet, eight inches.

- Exactly right.

It's the same dartboard you guys

have been throwing at the whole time.

They don't change any rules for the world championship.

Cool? - Cool.

- All right, let's go warm up.

- Guys, wait a second. - What's up?

- They didn't even bother to change the banner.

- That's okay.

After tonight, they're never gonna forget your names.

- Ladies and gentlemen, let's get started

and do some darting!

Everybody say, "Oh yeah!"

- Oh yeah!

- Oh yeah!

Representing, of course, Manchester, England,

nine-time world champions, the Gallyan Brothers!

Let's hear it!

Make some noise, come on, people!

Show 'em your love, woo!

Woo!

And let me hear you make some noise!

And from Michigan City, Indiana!

- Woo!

- We got you going!

Let's hear it from Michigan City, Indiana,

Hank "The Hammer" and Tossin' Austin Turner, baby!

Dart Side of the Moon!

Let me hear you guys say, "Oh yeah!"

- Showtime for you, baby!

Showtime!

- It's showtime, woo!

- Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,

and thanks for joining me and my partner in the booth,

Sean Grafton, for tonight's World Darts Championship.

What are your thoughts, Sean?

- First off, I just wanna apologize

for the joke I made last week about,

you know, having a drink in the booth.

That's just silly dart humor,

and I really didn't mean anything by it.

- Not a problem.

I doubt anybody took that seriously.

- So thoughts about the match?

- One word, blood bath.

These guys from a pub league in a little town

in Indiana have no chance.

Two games to nothing.

I doubt they even score a single point against the Gallyans.

- Well, there you have it, folks.

From the former champ himself.

Let's go down to the oche as the match is about to begin.

- Hey, my name is Ian.

I coach Dart Side of the Moon.

- Good luck, mate.

You're gonna need it.

Do you have our trophy?

- No, I think they only give you that if you win.

You guys got what I want?

- What, an apology?

What do we owe you a fuckin' apology for?

- What you said about my father.

Hey, you know what, nevermind.

I'll get it after.

- Hey. - Yeah.

- Hey, who's your old man?

- My father is Allistair Whitman.

And now I wish you guys good luck

'cause you're gonna need it.

- Listen, is he really your dad?

- Stay focused, finish warming up.

- Did you hear that?

Did I just hear that Allistair Whitman is his father?

- That's what it sounded like to me.

- If that's true, does that make any difference

in tonight's match?

- No.

They still have zero chance to win.

- Tonight's game is the best of three match.

The first team to win two matches is the champion.

Now, the standard CDC rules apply,

and the Gallyan brothers won first to throw.

Are you ready, gentlemen?

Then shake hands and shoot well.

- Shoot well.

- You twos are punching way above your weight.

We've been told to be nice and play a soft little game

and make it look good.

So play along, or I'll send you a both home

in a fuckin' ambulance.

- And here you go.

We want you to be the first to have this.

- A CD, great.

Hold on, this is our name.

- And now it will always be remembered

as the title of our first album.

You're welcome.

- I don't want their piece of shit record.

- I don't know, might check it out.

It might be cool, right? - What?

- Hey, Hank, can I see that thing for a second?

- Get the fuck out of here!

What are you doing? - I'm looking for my friend.

- Well, who gives a shit?

They gonna throw your darts for ya?

Why don't you guys get your heads in the game?

- Triple 20.

Triple 19.

They're gonna have an 0 for points.

Oh, a white horse!

He threw a white horse!

- Screw him, you know what to do.

- They're not taking Dart Side seriously.

They just went in into that.

- Well, let's see how Dart Side responds.

- Triple 17.

Triple 16, okay.

Triple 15? - That's unbelievable!

These boys came to play!

- Christ, that was fun.

- Yes, yes!

- I gave that guy my pussy!

That guy owns my pussy!

Woo!

- Pulled a blinder there, didn't ya?

- Austin's turn at the oche must have

shaken Nicki up because he only hit two 20s.

- What the fuck was that? - I don't know.

- Here we go, this is our chance.

Go for points, close out 20s, 19s.

We got this.

- Hank only manages 34 points.

- Sorry about that.

- We're still in it, come on.

- Lance closes the 17s and 16s.

Austin closes 20s and 19s.

- He should have gone for points in the 15s.

His coach won't be happy about that.

- Nicki closes the 15s and lands a bullseye.

It's all in the 18s, it's just the 18s.

- Hank is only able to get one bullseye.

He needed a bunch of them to keep them in this.

- Well, whatever your name is,

you're just a little chucker who cracks under pressure,

aren't you?

Get your notebook, laddie.

Show you how it's done.

- Gallyan Brothers, one, Dart Side of the Moon, zero.

- Just as I predicted, Dirk.

Folks, if you have those dinner reservations

in 20 minutes, you're not gonna miss 'em.

- I'm killing us, guys, I'm sorry.

- I'm gonna tell you something my father told me

about darts, but it applies to everything in life.

You have to believe right here, right now,

that you're as great as any dart team

that ever was or ever will be.

But you have to believe that.

- Hank! - Hey.

- Hank, how's the match going?

- Terrible.

We lost the first game.

I couldn't concentrate.

- Well, I think it's 'cause I had to get you these.

- Thank you.

- So you weren't lying.

- Hey, you made it.

- You kidding?

I had to see this with my own eyes.

- Thank you.

- What the hell is this?

Let's throw some darts so we can get the hell out of here!

- I'll see you around, okay? - Okay.

- Hey, don't go anywhere.

- I won't, I promise.

- You promise? - I promise.

But you have to promise me something.

- Anything.

- Win.

- All right, you heard what the man said.

Let's throw some darts.

- Let's go.

- Hi.

- This should be the final game of the match.

I don't think Dart Side can keep up with it.

- Lance is keeping the same strategy.

Closing the 20s and 19s.

- Yep.

- Let's see if Austin can answer like last game.

- Fuck it.

- Whoa, triple 20.

Triple 19!

Triple 18!

I didn't see that coming.

It's like he said, you can't hit the white horse here,

but I sure as shit can.

- Great job, brother.

- They're still not taking them seriously.

Hank steps up to the oche.

This is where the game has faltered in the past.

Triple 17!

Triple 16.

Triple 15.

Wow.

- Wow, the Gallyans are gonna start

taking 'em seriously now.

- Single bullseye.

Double bullseye.

And another single bullseye.

- Yeah, you see now they're starting to score points.

- Austin could potentially close the game.

- He needs to shut down the bulls first.

Single bull.

Double bull.

- He needs the triple 16 or 15 for a miracle game.

- Dart Side of the Moon throws a perfect game.

I cannot believe it.

What an amazing display of darts.

- No one saw this coming, especially me.

The Gallyan Brothers, one, Dart Side of the Moon, one.

Ladies and gentlemen, now we have a match.

- That's right, cancel those dinner reservations.

Showtime, baby, showtime!

- They took off their sunnies.

They said they never take off their sunnies.

- They mean business.

Here we go, ladies and gentlemen.

The final game.

- This is exciting stuff.

- Lance Gallyan hits three triple 20s.

He's closed the 20s and scored 120 points.

- That was a magnificent start to the game.

- Triple 19.

Another triple 19.

The way these two are throwing,

their coach may really be Allistair Whitman's son.

Austin Turner hit seven 19s.

Dart Side of the Moon at 76 points.

- Great response.

- Nicki hits a triple 19 and three 18s.

As I thought, both teams are now playing a modern strategy.

Hank Fuller hits two triple 17s and a triple 20.

Fantastic darts.

They've now gone ahead with 127 points.

- Lance hits the triple 18 and three 17s.

- They've retaken the lead with 174!

- What a match. - Incredible!

And now they have the lead by one.

- Nicki finds four 15s,

giving them the lead with 189 points.

They've again inched ahead with 191 points.

- This is like two heavyweight boxers

giving everything they have

in the final round of a title match.

An incredible thing to witness.

- Lance lands a triple 15, then finds two 16s.

They're ahead with 234 points.

Austin hits another triple 16 and closes the 15s

as they've regained the lead with 239 points.

- Last dart just misses.

- Yes, but it landed in the 16.

Closing out that number.

Meaning it all comes down to the bulls.

To recap, the Gallyan Brothers have closed out the 20s

through the 15s, and they've managed two bullseyes.

They also have 234 points.

Dart Side of the Moon has also closed out the 20s

through the 15s.

They have no bulls, but they are ahead with 239 points.

Dart Side of the Moon needs three bulls

to the Gallyan Brothers two to win the game and the match.

- Hey, Hank, look at me.

- So? - Sorry, oh, my God.

I cannot stop thinking about how much the Statue of Liberty

looks like Elvis.

Hey, there's no pressure, man.

We've already won.

- That does not look good. - - It's not good at all.

It's virtually impossible.

The dart is covering almost the entire double bull,

which is what he needs to win.

This shot was only made once,

and that was by the greatest player to ever throw a dart.

- Dart Side of the Moon wins!

Dart Side of the Moon wins!

They are the new Darts Champions of the world.

- He actually caught the dart.

In all my years, I've never seen that.

- This may be the greatest day in the history

of this beautiful sport.

- We did it, bro, we did it!

- I know, unbelievable. - We won!

No, that shot was unbelievable.

And we saved the bar.

- Wait, what?

What are you talking about?

- Oh, dude, if we didn't win $100,000,

we could have lost the place.

- Seriously? - Yeah, the apartment too.

- When were you gonna tell me?

- Never.

- What the mother of Christ happened?

I told you they'd never forget your names after tonight!

- Is that why you had us play in our underwear?

So we'd be ready for this?

- No, that had nothing to do with anything.

Ah, I just thought that was funny.

- Is Allistair Whitman really your dad

or was that some bullshit too?

- Hey, does it matter? - Nah.

- Hey!

- That was for you, Weirdo Mittens.

- Who knew darts could be so exciting?

- It's surprising, right? - Yeah.

You're gonna have to show me how to play later.

- Gentlemen, I...

- What the fuck do you want?

- I think we know what I want.

- Thank you.

- For what?

- For everything, I couldn't have done it without you.

Hey, I was wondering.

Do you think you and I could sometime...

Would you be interested in-- - Good Lord, Hank.

Why do you think I have a little dart section

in my otherwise beautiful shop?

Yes.

Yes, I would love to go out with you.

- Huh, so you're still saying it was Hank's fake vagina?

- Bugger all.

- Hey, I'm gloating here, man.

- Is this some kind of a fucking joke?

- What? - You're a fucking queer?

- Hey, hey, you got a problem with him, then you could--

- Hey, no, it's all good, man.

I got this.

Listen, man, I just learned--

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever, look.

All I wanted to say was I'm a queer too,

but up until now, I was the only one

playing championship darts, you know what I mean?

Welcome to the fucking game, mate.

You lads played well, and we want a fuckin' rematch.

- Also did not see that coming.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

- All right, let's give it up for Virgil, everybody.

Thank you so much, Virgil, for that wonderful rendition

of "Darling Nikki."

- Yeah, Prince was a good friend of mine.

The original title of that song--

- Yes, he was, yes, he was.

Thank you, Virgil.

Another round for Virgil!

All right.

Never did this before,

but there's a first time for everything, right, so.

- Woo!

- Here goes nothing.