All language subtitles for The.Cincinnati.Kid.1965.720p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

[BRASS BAND PLAYING]

Hey, man. Hey, Cincinnati.

Come on, man. Come on, daddy.

I'm gonna get you one more time.
Come on, man.

Come on. Just one more time.
Come on, man.

Okay.

Let's see you cut that.

You're just not ready for me yet.

MAN 1:
Don't you know it.

MAN 2:
Just a minute.

MAN 3: That's right.
DEALER: Oh, a three.

Our lucky friend from Baton Rouge gets
a big fat queen with his pair of sixes.

- Little lady make you feel happy, buster?
- Deal yourself, clown.

[LAUGHS]

Dealer's flush.

Well, that broke that up.

Go ahead, bet your sixes, buster.

Told you not to call me that.

One-seventy-five.

Twenty.

And cost you 194 fish.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

Hundred-and-ninety-four fisheroos
to you, friend.

You gonna bust everybody, or am I?

DEALER: So? What are you gonna do?
- Call.

What do you mean, call?

I think you're trying to buy it. Eights.

What, are you guys blind or something?

DEALER:
What do you mean, buster?

I think somebody's been
daubing these cards.

DEALER:
Are you crazy?

He ain't gonna put out
194 bucks on a lousy pair.

You did.

I'm saying you've been
marking these cards.

I don't need marked cards
to beat you, pal.

DANNY:
Stay here. I'll take care of him.

Give me the money.

Drop it.

[STEAM HISSING]

- What's his name?
- Tricky Bob.

Here you are, Tricky.

Raleigh Hotel, please.

WOMAN:
Thank you.

Mr. Howard, sir.
Welcome back to New Orleans.

[BELL DINGS]

- Two-twelve for Mr. Howard.
- Yes, sir.

Mr. Howard.

MAN:
Hey, King Kiddo.

Come on, baby.
I'll spot you three balls.

- Ain't my game, Eddie.
DEALER: Hi, Kid.

Come on, Kid. We've been
holding a chair for you.

How they running, Philly?

They've been running right by me
all day, Kid.

- What's the bet?
- You stopped a couple, didn't you?

Seventeen to you, Philly.

Well, I'll give you my definitive answer
to any inquiry along those lines...

...as soon as I see Whitey's hole card.

I call.

WHITEY:
Aces up.

I don't believe that beats
three fours, do it?

You wouldn't happen to hold...

...any markers, would you?
- Yeah.

The man holds markers
on everybody in this town.

- What you got on me, Kid?
- Got you for 110, a 60 and an 85.

I'll take the 110, the 60.
You take the 85...

...and put it back in your bank.
Thanks, Kid.

- Deal the cards.
- Hey, Philly.

MAN 1:
Hi, Kid.

- Hi.
- Watch him, Kid. He's a mean one.

You got a new bird, huh? Gaffer?

No, no. He's a roundhead.
Now, don't get him excited.

Hello, Shooter.

- Where you been?
- Across the river.

- Do any good?
- Couple hundred bucks.

Hey, you know there was a guy in the game
that accused me of juicing the deck?

Playing with amateurs, huh?

Haven't I told you
you're gonna get your melon opened?

It was the only game I could find where
I wasn't holding markers on somebody.

- I'm thinking about going to Miami.
- You're gonna go to work in Miami?

Yeah. Yeah.

- You got a better idea?
- I don't know. It may be just a rumor.

You know how these things
get started...

...but they say that Lancey Howard
is in town.

MAN 1:
They say Lancey Howard?

HOBAN:
The man himself.

MAN 1:
The Kid will have to play him.

Am I right, Kid?

You gonna play him?

MAN 2:
Lancey Howard.

Lancey Howard take the skin
right off the Kid.

MAN 1:
I'm giving even money on the Kid.

MAN 2:
Fifty cents. Mark it.

Yes, Mr. Slade. Tomorrow's fine.
Couldn't be better.

I understand that stud poker
is your game.

Well, your stakes are my pleasure, sir.

Well, why don't we make it about...

...lunchtime.

That's a fine idea, Mr. Howard.

Around noon, then?
I'm right here in the hotel.

My pleasure, sir.

And do remember me kindly
to your charming wife.

Yes, I'll do that.

Mr. Howard, one thing more.

Say, I...

May I suggest we secure for
ourselves the dealing services...

...of the Shooter for
this auspicious occasion?

That's excellent.

Excellent.

All right, then.

Bye-bye.

Don't touch me.

Just a wee bit more Tabasco.

[STEAMBOAT WHISTLE BLOWING]

Yeah, this game's been coming
for a long time, hasn't it, Kid?

KID:
Too long.

Think so?

I told you what happened
when I played.

Yeah, I know.

He laid me out, strung me up
and then...

Kid, I mean, he gutted me.

Yeah, you told me, Shooter.

Just wait till he's looking
down your throat, that's all.

You don't think I'm ready, do you?

I don't know. You're one of
the greatest stud players I've seen.

But then again, so was Lancey Howard.

It's not gonna be like sitting
down with me and Doc Sokal.

You see, I've been where I'm going.

The way I play now?

Just percentages. Don't win much,
don't lose much.

You think you were ready
when you sat down with him?

I thought I was the best
stud-poker player in the world.

I'm telling you,
I thought I was the best.

I got something, Shooter.

You know I've got something.

Yeah, you've got something.
I know that, Kid.

But you've got to remember
that he's the man, see?

He's got an awful lot to protect.

He'll use everything in the book
and then some he's made up to kill you.

I don't want any lesson, Shooter.

I want everything he's got.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- You cold?
- No.

What happened to your coat?

I ripped it.

What'd you do today?

Oh, went to the movies.
And it was all in French.

- In French, huh?
- Yeah.

Know what they do?
They sign the words...

...in at the bottom of the picture...

...in English, so you can understand it.
- Oh, yeah?

CHRISTIAN: Yeah.
- Oh, it wasn't in French?

CHRISTIAN: What?
- What was the movie about?

CHRISTIAN: It was about this town
in Europe, and they get this message...

Well, was it in French,
Spanish or English?

- What?
- The message.

- Do you wanna hear this?
- Yeah. Go ahead.

Well, this Spanish general had sent
the message that he's coming...

...to spend the night with his army.

Now, the men in the town
are scared silly...

...so the wives and the daughters
tell them not to worry...

...and go away and hide someplace and
let them bargain with them. You see?

Who?

Well, the ladies...

...with the Spanish army.

I won't tell it anymore.

- Go ahead.
- No, I won't tell it. No.

- Well, just tell me what happened.
- No. No.

You won't believe this.

But the women get together
and have this big party...

...and they all go to bed
with the Spanish army.

Oh, yeah?

Anyway, come morning...

...the soldiers go off,
and everybody's happy.

Yeah, and the husbands are happy.

Yeah, husbands, fathers, everybody.

Seems they...

Seems they cared more about their lives
than they did about their honor.

That seem right to you?

Yeah.

Well, how come?

Well, because that makes sense.

- That's why.
- It doesn't make sense.

The point is that what good is
honor if you're dead?

Hey, what the hell are you going
to Frenchy movies for, anyway?

Shooter's wife wanted to go.

- Melba?
- Melba.

- Since when are you hanging with Melba?
- Since that game in Corpus.

- Melba.
- I know.

Wow.

You don't want me
to go out with Melba?

Hey...

...I don't care what you do.

Well, you should.

I happen to like Melba.

[MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO]

SHOOTER:
Melba...

...why do you do that?

MELBA:
So it will fit, stupid.

No, I'm not talking about that.

What I'm asking is...

Do you have to cheat at everything?

At everything?

Yes, at...

...solitaire.

I've yet to see you play solitaire
without cheating.

So what?

Look, you're just cheating yourself.
Don't you understand?

You'll be the loser,
no one else but yourself.

You've ruined the puzzle.
Now, that doesn't go in there.

It does now.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Why should I answer?

- Hello.
- You only get steamed if it's for me.

Oh, yes. Lancey.

Yes, I heard you were in town.

Hey, what are you up to?
A little action, maybe?

MELBA:
But I keep forgetting.

You like to steam, don't you, Shooter?

William Jefferson Slade.

Local celebrity, I understand.

Comes from one of
the richest families in the state.

Yeah, that's right, Lancey.

Seems that your reputation
is one of the few...

...stable things in a world
of crumbling values.

I'll be there.

[CHRISTIAN GIGGLING]

Would you really wear a thing like that?

Why not? I got nothing to hide.

Hey, I bet you'd look good in one too.

Oh, no, I couldn't.
I just couldn't wear that.

MELBA:
Come on.

Well, now where are you going?

You ever been to the Turkish bath?

Turkish baths? French movies?
I don't know about you, Melba.

Well, then, come on and find out.

The Turkish bath leaves nothing
to the imagination.

But I wouldn't know what to do
in a Turkish bath.

But that's what's so marvelous.

You don't do anything.
They do it to you.

- Come on.
- They do it to you?

Well, you and the Shooter are married.
Now, that's something.

It's nothing.

Believe you me, honey, it's nothing.

You know you got somebody that wants
to spend the rest of his life with you too.

How'd you like to spend
the rest of your life with Shooter?

Least you know how much
you mean to somebody.

SHOOTER:
Last card.

Possible flush.

Pair of eights.

Nothing there. Pair of queens.

Possible flush.

MAN:
Queens check to the possibles.

SLADE:
Two thousand.

Two and up two.

Fold.

I fold.

LANCEY: This Cincinnati Kid,
he wants a game, huh?

- He does.
- Is he any good?

Come on. You know he is.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

LANCEY:
That's the biggest pot yet.

Call the two thou.

Queen high.

- Jack high. Can you beat that?
MAN: He just did.

Hello. Just a moment.

- Charlie, it's your office.
CHARLIE: Dallas or Tulsa?

Probably both.

How the hell did you know I didn't
have the king or the ace?

I recollect a young man putting
the same question to Eddie the Dude.

"Son," Eddie told him,
"all you paid was the looking price.

Lessons are extra."

SHOOTER: Here, Lancey.
LANCEY: Thank you.

You gonna play the Kid?

LANCEY:
There's always a Kid, isn't there?

SHOOTER: Yes, there is.
But I think you'll enjoy his game.

LANCEY:
I may admire it...

...but if what I heard is true,
I doubt I'll enjoy it.

Come on, the tougher the competition,
the better you used to like it.

Well, what are we waiting for, Shooter?
Come on. Let's go. Deal them up.

Well, I do declare, Christian.

It's that three-river gambling man,
the Cincinnati Kid...

...getting himself all shined up.

How they running, Kid?

Fine. How they running for you?

You'll never guess
where we've just been.

Stag movies?

We went to Turkish baths, and we had
rubdowns and everything.

- Yeah. You should have been there.
- Yeah.

Listen, I heard the big news.

CHRISTIAN:
Big news?

Yeah. Everybody says the Kid's
gonna sit down with Lancey Howard.

Some say he's gonna be the man.

Or didn't you know, Christian?

See you around.

- Double or nothing.
- Call it.

Heads.

You're just not ready for me yet.

Come on. Let's get something to eat.

I didn't know you were
thinking about going home.

When are you going?

There's a bus that leaves tonight.

Unless you wanted me to stay.

Until morning, that is.

KID:
Well, are you coming back?

Well, you never even asked me
why I was going.

Well, why are you going?

You don't want me...

...around your neck. Not now, anyways.

Well, I never said that.

You never said anything.

About us.

KID:
Listen, Christian...

...after the game...

...I'll be the man.

I'll be the best there is.

People will sit down
at the table with you.

Just so they can say
they played with the man.

And that's what I'm gonna be, Christian.

I know.

KID:
What is it? Marriage?

I'm all packed.

Six stacks. Is that right, Shooter?

Six.

Well...

...we've been playing 30 hours.

That rate, 6000, that makes roughly...

...two hundred dollars an hour.

Thanks for the entertainment,
gentlemen.

- Thank you.
MAN: Good night.

I'm particularly grateful
to Lancey here. It's been...

...a rewarding experience
to watch a great artist at work.

Thank you for the privilege, sir.

LANCEY:
Well, you're quite welcome, son.

A pleasure to meet someone who
understands that to the true gambler...

...money is never an end in itself but
simply a tool, as language is to thought.

Good evening...

...Mr. Slade.

Good evening, Mr. Howard.

SLADE:
Old Shooter.

I wanna see you tonight, my house.
In about 30 minutes.

No, look, Slade...

...I can't make it tonight.
I promised my wife...

You can make it, boy.
I'll see you tonight.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Quincy-6859, please.

- Good night, Lancey.
- Night.

MAN: Night, Shooter.
- Hi, Kid. Shooter.

Listen, I told Melba I'd take her
with us to the fights tonight, but...

Well, something's come up.

How about if she'd go
with you and Christian?

Christian isn't here. She's with
her folks for a couple of days.

Did Lancey go for it as a game setup?

Yeah. Just about.

Is it okay if Melba goes with you?

- Look, Shooter...
- I promised her. You know how it is.

Well, I'd appreciate it.

Thanks, Kid.

I'll meet you at my place
after the fight.

Well, Lancey, are we all set
for Monday night?

- Mm-hmm.
- I can get Lady Fingers to come.

- Lady Fingers?
- Mm-hmm.

I haven't seen that old bitch...

Oh, it must be at least 10 years.

Long enough to think of her
almost fondly.

- How's she doing?
- She's down.

She busted out in a Vegas faro game.

And...

...I'd like to use her as a relief dealer,
if that's okay with you.

- Oh, sure. Sure.
- Well, I guess that's it, then, huh?

Eight o'clock Monday.

Apartment 2A at the old Lafayette.

- Yes.
- And may the best man win.

That's how it usually comes out
in the long run.

Oh, Shooter...

...tell me...

...is this young man of yours
gonna give me any trouble?

Yeah. He's gonna give you trouble.

Well, I hope it isn't gonna be
one of those marathon games.

- Not anymore.
- Like the session we had in St. Louis?

- Remember?
- Sure, sure.

With those hoods from South Chicago?

The longest game I ever played was
on the maiden voyage of the Mauretania.

Bishop's Rock to Ambrose Light
without a stop.

Six days.

Lancey...

...you have been the man
for a long time.

That is undoubtedly true.

But don't let that fool you.

I'm not ready to retire yet.

Thank you.

[CHATTERING]

AL: Hello, Kid. How are you?
KID: Hey, Al.

MAN 1: How many you want?
MAN 2: One.

MAN 1: One.
MAN 3: Hey, Kid.

MAN 4:
Hi. How many rounds?

MAN 5:
Hey, kids.

PIG:
Hey, Kid.

Over here!

I got two seats for you...

Do we have to sit with them?

Sit where you want to.

Come on, Jessie, move over.

Come on there, boy. Hey, hey.

- Hello, Hoban.
- Where's the Shooter?

Working.

Sokal.

- Hello, Jessie.
- Where's Christian, honey?

She went home to mama.

Didn't she, Kid?

Can't live with them
and can't live without them, huh?

Yeah, that's right, Pig.

Don't lose no sweat, Kid.
Mine left me too.

I wonder why.

Who you trying to kid, sister?

MAN 3:
Sonnet Gray and Gaffer's Gray!

Sonnet Gray and Gaffer's Gray!

- Twenty-five and 20!
- Which one?

- Sonnet Gray.
- All right.

All right. Get them up.

Get ready.

[CHEERING]

Come on!

Let's go out to the car.

Why don't you relax.

- You say 25 and 20?
- That's right.

- To lose.
- He's got him. He's got him.

Looks like you're gonna owe us
some money, fat boy.

Don't spend it, baby. Don't spend it!

Alice Lee, honey, would you like to
freshen up Mr. William's drink a little bit?

- A little more bourbon, Mr. William?
- Thank you, Mrs. Slade.

Now, you just say when.

When. That's it.
Thank you kindly, Mrs. Slade.

Honey, why don't you go out to the
kitchen and bring us some of those...

...fancy little hors d'oeuvres.

Why, that's exactly
what I was about to do, sugar.

I declare, Billy, sometimes I think
you got psychic powers.

SHOOTER:
She's a real lady, Mrs. Slade.

SLADE: That little gal means more to me
than the whole wide world, Shooter.

How's your Melba these days?

Melba? Well, she's fine. Just fine.

SLADE:
Yeah, she's a nice girl, Melba.

Girl of quality and taste.

Expensive tastes, I would imagine.

- Well, I guess you might say that, yes.
- Well, that's as it should be.

That's one of the great
feminine characteristics.

Taste for fine things.

Of course, we can't always afford
to indulge their tastes.

That's the tragedy of it.

That's when they start to drift away.

You know this game that you're dealing
for Lancey and the Kid, you know?

There's an awful lot of interest
developing in that game.

Betting interest, that is.

What would you figure the odds
to be, Shooter?

Well, I'd say the New York money
will probably lay about...

...oh, 8-5 on Lancey.

Personally, I think the Kid's chances
are better.

So do I. So do I. That's why
I'm getting me down a bet.

- Big bet.
- Well, I don't think I'd wanna bet on it.

The Kid could take him, if he's right,
but I'd never bet on it.

Lancey Howard is an old man, Shooter.
He's ready for a fall.

Trouble is that the Kid might be nervous,
big game like this.

He may be off his form.
He may need a little help.

You know?

No, I don't. I don't quite know
what you mean.

- You're dealing the game, aren't you?
- Yes.

As long as I'm going to the trouble
of putting a bet down for myself...

...I may as well get one for you too.
Say in the neighborhood of $25,000?

I could never do anything like that.

Of course you couldn't. That's why
they chose you to give them a fair deal.

It's out of the question, Mr. Slade.
You see...

If I...

- I tell you, it's just out of the question.
- Merci, Emile.

Well, the Kid's not gonna need
much help, Shooter.

Maybe two or three hands
at the right time.

Oh, Melba would be mighty proud of you
if you won yourself $25,000.

No, I'm sorry, Mr. Slade.

Well, I'm sorry too, Shooter,
because you leave me no alternative...

...but to remind you of the fact that
I'm carrying these markers on you.

- Twelve thousand dollars, to be exact.
- Those are legitimate markers.

- You gave me two years to pay them.
- Now, wait a minute.

Just because I'm generous or foolish
enough to accept your marker one day...

...doesn't mean I'm gonna recognize it
the next. No, sir, no.

That recognition is null and void
if I happen to suddenly realize...

...that you are not of sound mind.

You know when I realized that?

When I saw you hesitate
about accepting that $25,000.

That's right, boy.
You just think that over.

Twenty-five thousand, plus 12,000 here.

- That makes...
- Thirty-seven.

Thirty-seven, if memory serves.

Why are you doing this?
It can't be for money.

It's for my kind of money. Gut money.

I wanna see
that smug old bastard gutted.

- Gutted.
- Like he gutted you?

- Yes, that's right. That's right. Hold it.
- I'm gonna be...

MRS. SLADE: Lookie here,
Cora-Anne and Billy-Bob...

...come to say good night
to their daddy.

SLADE: Well, now, my cottontail
bunny rabbits. Come here.

- Holler if you need anything, now.
- All right.

Do you wanna hear
a little bedtime story?

About Shooter's wife, Melba?

- All right, now...
- I know all those stories.

Well, are you aware of the circumstances
on which she left Shreveport, Louisiana?

Yes, I'm aware.

Well, some people don't know the story.
I think they'd enjoy hearing it.

It's a story that deserves to be told.

Now, listen carefully, children.

Once upon a time...

...down in Shreveport, Louisiana...

...there was this bad little girl
named Melba Nyle.

Relax. Shooter will be along.

Why don't you make us a drink.
You know where it is.

All that dust at the pit. I always feel
so dirty after one of those things.

KID:
Brings out the best in you, Melba.

MELBA: What does that funny
little country gal bring out in you?

[SINGING]

See anything you like?

About the dance, I mean.

Now, don't tell me Shooter's
your oldest and best friend.

- That's right.
- He's mine too, honey.

Next you're gonna say
he's like a father to you.

You see what that leaves us.

Yeah.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Yeah? Oh, hi, sugar.

Well, then you won't be home
for a while.

Yeah?

Shooter. Yeah. Is the game set?

Eight o'clock Monday,
apartment 2A at the old Lafayette.

Old Lafayette.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, she seemed to have
a pretty good time.

Yeah, she's a fun girl.

Yeah.

You bastard!

I hope you lose.

Thanks, baby.

Day after tomorrow at
the old Hotel Lafayette, 8:00.

Yeah, you better let him know.
They gonna be full up, from what I hear.

Same to you. You know who that was,
Kid? Jollie from Boston...

- You seen Shooter?
- No, not today.

Called all the way from Boston. And Lady
Fingers. Guess you know she's coming.

And Yeller. There's gonna be
a lot of money in town.

Hey, how's it going?
Hoban tell you about Yeller?

Yeah, I was just telling him.

I'll see you later.

SHOOTER:
Hey, Kid.

Hey, what's wrong?

Jack Doyle's laying 12-5 on Lancey.

Jack Doyle.
Now, listen, that's old money.

Conservative money.
That's always on the man.

- There's plenty of money on you too.
- It's the waiting.

I'm ready now, and I gotta wait.

Don't let the odds rattle you.
That's the worst that can happen.

- Stay loose. Relax.
- It's not the odds. I told you.

- It's the wait.
- Listen, just relax.

I'll see you later, Shooter.

Hey, Kid!

Hi, honey.

[BRASS BAND PLAYING]

[WOMAN SINGING]

CHRISTIAN: Hi, Kid.
- Hi.

This is a surprise.

- Did you come on the bus?
- Well, yeah.

I just came by to see
how you were doing.

Mama, this is Eric.

How do you do, Mrs. Rudd?

Howdy.

Why don't you sit down,
and I'll fix you something.

No, I had something to eat in town.

Come on.

There's some hot biscuits in the warmer.

Come on.

I used to come here and play
when I was little.

I'd dream, mostly.

Yeah? About what?

Oh, just things that little girls
dream about.

There was a story I heard...

...about a wishing stone somewhere
on the bank of the Mississippi.

And I used to play like this creek
was the Mississippi...

...and that rock over there
was a wishing stone.

And if I kissed it...

...and made a wish...

...it'd come true.

What was the wish?

Oh, that somebody would come
and take me away from here...

...to some big city like New Orleans...

...or Mobile.

Sure was a good dinner, Mrs. Rudd.

Just our usual.

Christian, help your mother
with the dishes.

- Ma, we got any cards?
- Cards?

You know, them playing cards.
We used to have some.

May still be some in that drawer
over there.

I don't know how good they are.

Now you can show Papa
some of them tricks.

- Tricks?
- Yeah.

Like you done with that
little shoeshine boy.

- I best get on with my evening chores.
- Oh, please, Papa. You'll like it.

Pick a card, Mr. Rudd.

Any card you want.

Three of hearts.

Damnedest thing I ever did see.

Hey, you gotta come in and see this one.
Get in here.

- Come on, Mama.
- This is the best yet.

RUDD: Come on in here.
- You got any idea what time it is?

RUDD:
Come on. Get over here, get over here.

Come on, Mama.

Come on. I want you to see this.
Now, you look good.

- Show her, Eric.
- All right, Mrs. Rudd.

Now, just take a card. Any card at all.

Don't show it to me.

The three of spades.

Are you playing tonight or just dealing?

- Are you playing tonight?
- Yes, I'm playing tonight. I'm playing.

- How much you gonna win?
- I'll win something.

Don't you worry about it.

Twenty-five years. I've been building
a reputation for 25 years.

- My honesty, integrity...
- Remember what you said...

...about cheating yourself?
- What are you talking about?

You know what I'm talking about.

Well, I'll tell you one thing.

I'm not gonna give him any help
unless he needs it.

Good old honest Shooter.

You know, you remind me
more and more of my first husband.

- He was a loser too.
- Well, I'm no loser.

The Kid could break lucky and stay ahead
the whole game, couldn't he?

Well, it could happen, couldn't it?

Sure it could happen.

I mean, be there to see that it does.

Won't you, Shooter?

KID: Take me around the block
a couple of times.

You did tell the Kid 8:00, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

Well?

LADY FINGERS:
Hello, everybody.

- Lady!
- Piggy, Pig, Pig.

Doctor. Oh, how lovely.

YELLER: Lady Fingers.
- Yeller! Good to see you.

YELLER: Hiya.
- Hi, Ho.

HOBAN:
Lady Fingers. You know the missus.

- Hello there.
- Mrs. Hoban. Melba.

- Sorry I'm late, Shooter.
SHOOTER: Lady!

LADY FINGERS:
What do you say, sweetheart?

Lancey Howard. The man himself.

My pleasure, Lady Fingers.

You don't get around
these parts much anymore.

That's true. I suppose it's more
a matter of climate than anything else.

No other reason?

- What other reason could there be?
- The Cincinnati Kid.

That's what they're saying, Lancey.
You've been scared of the Kid.

Should I be?

PIG:
Hey, Kid. He's here.

Damn right.

- Steve.
- Go.

MAN:
Oh, that sounds wonderful.

Hey, you come up slashing, you hear?

Hello, Yeller.

Kill that cat, Kid.

LADY FINGERS:
Hello, Kid. How are you feeling?

Well, I'm feeling great.

- And it's good to see you again.
- Play him close.

Well...

...let's get started.
MAN: Yeah. Absolutely.

Lancey...

...this is Eric Stoner, the Cincinnati Kid.

Lancey Howard.

I'm glad to know you, Lancey.

LANCEY:
My pleasure.

How the town treating you?

New Orleans always been good to me.

Well, that's fine. Of course,
towns do change, though, don't they?

They tell me you're quite a stud player,
young man.

- Do they?
- That's right.

New York, Chicago, Miami.

Oh, I've been hearing about you
for a couple of years now.

Yeller there tells me how you
gutted him once with a pair of fours.

That's right. Remember, Kid?

The night you cut me up
with the two red fours?

Must have overplayed my hand.

Well, that's a dangerous thing to do.

Well, it depends
who you're sitting with, Lancey.

- Well, let's play some cards.
SHOOTER: Hoban?

HOBAN: Yeah.
LANCEY: I've already looked around...

...so if you wanna have a look...
- Thanks, Lancey, I think I will.

They come from the New Orleans
Bridge Club...

...and they've been bonded
by the steward.

I seen him take them
right out of the safe himself.

And Shooter, Lady Fingers and me
just carried them right here.

Hoban's selling them to us at $5 a pack
with the usual guarantee.

If it's proved a deck's been juiced,
he pays off the losers.

- Who's sitting with us?
- The four of us.

Me, Pig, Yeller and Doc Sokal.

- If that's all right with the both of you?
- Fine.

LANCEY:
Sure, sure.

- Dead.
- Dead.

LANCEY:
Now, Kid, what's your game?

Stud poker.

SHOOTER:
Gentlemen...

...if there are no objections,
I'm the dealer.

All right.

These rooms have been contracted for,
the ante will be $10 per chair per day.

During the breaks for me,
Lady Fingers has agreed to deal.

But she don't care to be a player.

LANCEY:
I'm sorry to hear that, Lady Fingers.

You know how much I enjoy
your high style of playing.

You got a lot of style yourself, Lancey.

Thank you.

Let's hope it holds out.

Gentlemen, this game
is five-card stud poker.

There's no limit. No string bets.

You can check and raise.

A dead man has one half-hour to raise
his roll outside and get back in the game.

Ace, seven, nine, nine, trey.

Dealer guns up a 10. Ace bets.

- Ten dollars.
- Call the sawbuck.

- I'll play.
- I'm in.

PIG: Off and running.
SHOOTER: Dealer folds.

Eight to the ace. King to the seven.

Queen to the nine. Pair of nines.

Deuce. Pair of nines bets.

- Double sawbuck.
PIG: I don't chase the nines.

Hold.

I fold.

Queen, four, 10, king, king...

...and an ace to the man.

Ace bets $25.

And I can't get started.

Call.

Keep dealing.

SHOOTER:
King folds.

Did you see that? Shooter folded a king.

Shooter knows what he's doing.

He's a percentage player.
That right, Melba?

That's what they say, Mr. Slade.

Well, he'd better be if he's gonna
remain anything at all.

- Ten's bet.
KID: Hundred.

Came here to play.

- I'm in.
SOKAL: Fold.

Queen to the 10s. Ten.

- Pair of fives.
KID: Two and a half.

- How much?
KID: Two-fifty.

Make it 500 and see you both run.

Your 5...

...and up 2.
- Another 200.

Thousand.

Two thou...?

Hey, Lancey's out for the quick kill.

My bet. Your 2000. Three more.

- I'm 2000 light.
SLADE: No, you're not.

I'll try it.

Five thousand to you, Pig.

Well, that's pretty sweet.

I jack it up and get whipped
on both sides.

Lancey?

New deck, please.

He don't chase the Kid nowhere.

PIG:
Read them and weep, boys.

Aces up.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Be funny if the two champs
got cleaned up, huh, Yeller?

YELLER:
Yeah, man. Absolutely hilarious.

- What's the action?
- Pig's ahead about a grand...

...the Kid maybe 1200.

- Yeller's up.
- Lancey?

Well, the Kid hit him once,
and he ain't come back yet.

- He'll take out Pig first.
SHOOTER: King bets.

YELLER:
This king and my natural rhythm...

...says $20.

KID:
Pass.

- In for 20.
- Fold.

- I'm in.
- In.

SHOOTER:
Pair of jacks.

Ten.

Jack to the king.

Seven to the queen. Pair of jacks bets.

Pair of jacks will venture $100.

Also.

Man, I'm outside.

I'll up it 200.

Lancey could be laying for him
with three jacks.

LANCEY: I'll see the 200.
- Pig don't think so.

I'm sticking.

Ten to the jacks.

Possible straight.

Pair of sevens.

Check those sevens.

Likewise.

I'll...

...bet the size of the pot.

Nine hundred and...

Nine hundred and eighty.

Call the 980.

SHOOTER:
Doc...

I'll play.

Trey to the jacks.

Busted.

No straight, no flush.

Nine to the sevens.

Jacks bet.

Check.

Pair of sevens says...

Pair of sevens says 1500 bucks.

I'll call your 1500 and raise you...

...2500.

Twenty-five to you, Pig.

I haven't got it.

LANCEY:
How much have you got?

Eleven hundred.

All right. Then we'll make it 1100.

Five...

...10, 14.

Eleven hundred to you, Pig.

No. I won't call.

KID:
Take it easy, Pig.

Deal me out.

You let him fake you out.

Thanks, Lancey.

Thanks a lot.

Not very lucky, is he?

He never has been.

Look, I...

...know it's a little early.
What do you say we take a break?

YELLER:
Yeah, let's go a little while.

Thank you kindly, Melba.

Thank you, dear.

You know, Melba, it always distresses
me, a man like Shooter here...

...reaching his middle years
and still having no assurance...

...of next week's income.

- I know what you mean, Mr. Slade.
- Don't you find that kind of disturbing?

- Mm-hmm.
- Excuse me.

- Say, Hoban...
- And Spider Man died kind of slow.

First they took a kidney,
then a gallbladder...

...and then they took his
whole damn stomach.

You remember Spider Man, don't you?

- Who?
- Spider Man. He was about your age.

- Yes, yes.
SHOOTER: Lady Fingers.

- Will you please help me with the food?
- He died kind of slow.

YELLER: Yeah, man, why don't you
come on up to Memphis.

- Things are hot up there.
KID: Wait. I'll go with you.

YELLER:
Solid.

- Good crowd.
- Yeah.

You know, Kid...

...you're the best stud-poker player
I've seen in 35 years of action.

Thank you, Lancey.

You know, that was a sweet thing
you did to the Pig with those jacks.

You saw that coming, did you?

Yeah, I saw it coming.

Before I raised?

I saw it coming, Lancey.

You ever play down Miami?

- Not yet.
- Beautiful town.

Lot of loose money around.
You ought to come down sometime.

- I might do that.
- Gotta have good nerves, though.

You lose the feel of the cards
when you have so much action...

...day in and day out.
Unless your nerves can hold.

How are yours, Kid?

They've been worse.

I'm not keeping you from anyone, am I?

No.

- Girl, maybe?
- No. No.

Well, don't you have a girl?

Yeah, well, she's out of town right now.

No unpleasantness, I hope.

Well...

...women are a universal problem
in our business.

Of course, it's purely an academic
question with me now...

...but in looking back, I think it's best
not to look for a fixed thing.

Just tie into something nice
when you're away from the action...

...and let it wear itself out.

SHOOTER: Boys? How about some food?
- Right with you, Shooter.

Well, I'm glad we had this little chat.

I know we can be friends.

Regardless of what happens.

Yeah, that's right, Lancey.

Regardless.

Well, cheers.

It's a whole new deal. Good hands
all around. Prosperity for everybody.

You haven't lost your touch,
Lady Fingers.

You hear Whistlin' Sam's gone, Lancey?

No, I haven't heard.

Yeah. I had to go down
to the morgue to identify him.

- He's a little younger than you, isn't he?
- Just deal, Lady Fingers.

A deuce to the man.

King, jack...

SHOOTER:
Trey. Busted.

Deuce.

Ace-queen bets...

What's in the pot? Four-twenty.

It's yours, Shooter.

Hoban?

You mind shutting those drapes?

SHOOTER: Well, that makes me
about even, gentlemen.

In a game like this,
that's a smart place to quit.

If it's all right with all of you,
I'll just do the dealing.

LANCEY:
Sure.

SHOOTER:
Ace-king bets.

Doc...

...you're high. Ace-king bets.

One moment, please.

Nine hundred and thirty.

You and that damn book.

What are you writing
in that book, Sokal?

SHOOTER:
Nine-thirty to you, Lancey.

LANCEY:
What have you got?

It doesn't matter.

If you can call, you can beat.

Ace, king, seven.

Ace, king, 10.

How about that mess.

I had them both beat
with a pair of fives.

What do you keep betting out for?

The bet was correct.
He should not have called.

He shouldn't have, eh?

Better write yourself a new book, daddy.

Gentlemen...

...I'm wasted.

I'll settle for the 1700
that I've already lost.

Later.

Gentlemen, I, too, will withdraw.

LANCEY:
Well...

...just the two of us, Kid.

Deal them up, Shooter.

KID:
Cost you a grand.

LANCEY:
Well...

Compulsory call, Kid.

Two pair, jacks up.

Kings up.

SHOOTER:
Last card.

Nine to the kings.

Ace. Pair of aces bets.

Bet the pot, 2700.

LANCEY: Two thousand.
KID: Call.

Last card.

Three sevens. Two pair, 10s and sixes.

- Three sevens bets.
LANCEY: Two thousand more.

Take it, Lancey.

I can't beat three sevens.

I'd like to take a break now and sleep.

It's not my place, because
I'm winners, but I'm saying it.

Sure, sure. We'll start again at 5.
All right?

Right.

How's it going, Lancey?

Lady, that young man
is a stud-poker-playing son of a...

He's getting to you, huh, Lancey?

No, not yet, he isn't.

- I folded winners in that last hand.
- That's a hell of a thing to do.

I got so lucky getting that fifth card,
I got embarrassed.

You crazy?
That's no way to play poker.

I thought it was time to ask,
what are you trying to pull?

- Nothing. What are you talking about?
- You, Shooter, man.

You been dealing me cards for an hour.

Like hell I...!

No, Kid... No, listen. Listen, Kid.

Kid.

Even if I was, nobody could spot it.
You know that.

I'm too good a mechanic.

Kid...

...you gotta understand.

This wasn't my idea.

Look, Slade's got the squeeze on me.

Think I wanna deal phony?
Think it don't mean something to me?

- With my reputation?
- Get this straight.

No fix. You deal it clean, or I'll blow it.

- But Slade won't buy that.
- Slade ain't gonna know.

I'm gonna win this game, Shooter.

And I'm gonna win it my way.

And you ride along with it,
or you're out.

You're finished.

Okay, Kid.

I wanna leave a call for 4 p.m. Sharp.

Yeah.

This is Lancey Howard.

Could you call me
in a couple of hours, please?

Thank you.

No, Lady, he hasn't gotten
through to me yet.

But he damn well might.

Good afternoon, sir. It's 4:00.

It's only 25 to 4.

You can stay right where you are.

- Melba...
- Shh.

I came to wake you up.

You are awake, aren't you?

Yeah, I'm awake.

Well?

You're quite a girl, Melba.

Still worried about Shooter?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

KID: You wanna get that, honey?
I ordered some coffee.

Christian.

They took a break in the game
to get some sleep...

...and Shooter sent me to wake him up.

Well, I guess I'd better
get back downstairs.

See you later.

You sure got a great sense
of timing, Christian.

- Anything happen?
- No, Kid paired kings. Won 100.

SHOOTER:
Eight.

Five. Queen bet.

LANCEY:
What have you got?

Three nines.

Eight will bet 200.

No stay.

New deck, please.

Two hundred.

KID: And up five.
LANCEY: Fold.

LADY FINGERS:
Jack.

KID:
Eights bet 2000.

LANCEY:
I'm not that curious.

- Gents, I'm declaring a break.
KID: I don't want a break.

Go on. Deal the cards.

Same deck is good enough.

No, I'll take a new deck.

All right, all right. Give him a new deck.

KID:
Deal them.

You wanna deal, deal them yourselves.
I'm going to the john.

Gotta get something to eat
and take a nap.

If you don't like it,
you can both go to hell.

[CROWD LAUGHING]

I guess that's it.

Yeah, it looks that way.

How long you wanna take?

Well, let's make it an hour.
Okay with you?

Sure. Sure.

You okay?

Sure, sure. Just a little stiff,
that's all.

Slade wants to see you.

There's nothing to talk about.

It'd be a big mistake to think that,
Mr. Stoner.

Believe me.

How do you like that steak, Kid?

It's okay.

It's good.

I thought we should get together
and see whether we could...

...settle our differences.

- What I told the Shooter goes.
- You gonna say no...

...before we've even discussed it?

What am I to think? Are all
my arguments gonna be wasted?

Why don't you give the Kid
some more salad there, Felix.

No, thanks.

SLADE:
Okay.

We'll skip to the final argument.

Old Shooter's gonna be dealing again
when the game starts.

He's gonna give you
an occasional helpful card.

- You call that an argument?
- No, that's a fact.

The argument's leaning over there
against the door jamb.

Now, let me give you a fact.
I'm not gonna let it happen.

I'm gonna beat Lancey Howard, Slade.

But I don't need your help to do it.

SLADE:
Let him go, Felix.

What's the matter with you, Shooter?

You don't look too good.
Why don't you lay down for a while?

- You feeling all right?
- No, I'm okay.

- What are you talking about?
- You know.

- He's been sick all night.
- No, I'm all right.

You should have said something about it.

We got Lady Fingers here,
or we can deal ourselves.

- I'm fine. I tell you...
- Hoban.

Wake up Lady Fingers.
Ask if she's ready.

You ready, Lady Fingers?

As Eddie the Dude said on his deathbed,
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

LANCEY: I can't persuade myself
you have a flush.

I'm gonna pay the price
to look at that third nine.

I say the jack isn't there.

My bet. Up five.

Fold.

The Kid's pushing him now.

Old man's crumbling.
Kid's gonna take him yet.

LADY FINGERS:
Eight.

Ten. Ten bets.

Five hundred.

LANCEY:
Deal.

LADY FINGERS:
Pot's right.

Queen and two diamonds.

Pair of 10s. Tens bet.

Thousand dollars.

[PIANO KEY PLAYS]

- Up 1.
- Seventy-five to 50.

- He's paired the queens.
LADY FINGERS: Thousand to you, Kid.

I'll just call.

LADY FINGER:
Three diamonds and a possible.

An ace to the 10s.

Three thousand dollars.

Three thousand to you, Lance.

[WHISPERING]
I don't think he will fold.

And I don't think he's got the queens.

He's going for the flush.

Reasonable bet.

He's going for the flush.

Kid's got him. He's going all the way.

Deal the cards.

Nine of diamonds...

...and a possible flush.

Possible straight flush.

The ace of spades. Two pair.

Two pair bet.

Check to the possible.

One thousand.

[WHISPERING]
He's got the flush.

Call your thousand and raise...

...what I've got in front of me.

Thirty-five hundred.

That ace must have helped you, Kid.

Call your 3500, and I'll raise you...

...5000.

By God, he's got the jack.

- Couldn't have the jack.
- He didn't have queens.

- He's got the jack of diamonds.
- No.

- He's trying to buy it.
- Lancey's bluffing, ain't he?

Sure, he is. He hasn't got the jack.
The Kid's got him.

Yeah.

SHOOTER: The Kid's got him.
HOBAN: The Kid's got him.

SLADE:
You're right. The Kid's got him.

KID:
I got him.

I got the man.

LADY FINGERS:
Five thousand to you, Kid.

I'll take your marker, Kid.

I can get the money.

I know you can.

Okay. Let's see it.

That's 5000 you owe me, Kid.

You still playing, Kid?

No.

I'm through.

You raised him 10s
on a lousy three flush.

Gets down to what
it's all about, doesn't it?

Making the wrong move
at the right time.

Is that what it's all about?

Like life, I guess.

You're good, Kid...

...but as long as I'm around,
you're second best.

You might as well learn
to live with it.

MAN 1:
What happened, Kid?

- What's the tab for this whole show?
MAN 2: Great play.

You had to do it, didn't you?

- You had to go your own way.
- Quiet.

Listen, I'm sorry, Kid.

I was wrong.
I had you figured for brains.

You blew it this time, didn't you, boy?
You really blew it.

BOY:
Hey, Cincinnati.

Come on, man. Come on.
I'm gonna get you one more time.

Come on, Mr. Gambling-Man.

I can cut you.

I can do it.

Stand up. Come on, Cincinnati.
Just one more time.

Come on, man. What you afraid of?

Come on. You get up here.
Just one more time.

Come on, daddy. Let's see you cut that.

Come on, Cincinnati.
Let's see you cut it. Come on.

Come on, Cincinnati.
Let's see you cut that.

You tried too hard, man.

You just ain't ready for me yet.

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