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(dramatic music)

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- [Nick] Nine ball.

That was it for us back then.

That was our game.

Game, hell, it was a religion.

[George]Yeah, we lived for Friday-
- Friday nights

at Lucky's Tavern.

Doug's Uncle Frank owned the place.

He'd let us come in after hours,

and we would shoot pool
till the next morning.

[Doug] with drinks on the-
- With drinks on the house.

Shit, all we had to do was
clean things up a little bit,

and the place was ours.

That was the life, all right.

Back then, things were simple.

[Cooper] You start out-
- With the one ball,

and you work your way up.

See, that was the great
thing about nine ball.

- [Bob] Everybody knew the rules up front,

so you took your shot.

That was it.
- [Nicky] That was it.

There was no regrets,
no fucking apologies.

Good or bad, you lived
with it 'cause sometimes

it's your night-
- Sometimes it's your night.

[Nick] Sometimes it's not.

(crickets chirping)

(garbage clattering)
(dog barking)

(engine revving)

(engine humming)

(upbeat music)

(feet thudding)

(doors slamming)

- [Punk] Hey, old man.
(punk laughing)

Did you know this is private property?

- [Punk] Yeah, d'you lose something?

(punk laughing)

Fess up, old man.

- [Punk] Sh.

- Whoa, he's got it going on.
- Oh-ho.

(bottle clanking)

- [Punk] Stop being funny, come on.

Come on, baby.
(punk laughing)

(Nick grunting)

(fist thudding)
(Nick grunting)

♪ I told you once ♪
(punk laughing)

♪ I told you 1,000 times ♪
(foot thudding)

- [Punk] Oh, man, the way
that looked, it gotta hurt.

(fist thudding)

Ah, you motherfucker, you got popped.

(fists thudding)
(Nick grunting)

(feet thudding)
(Nick grunting)

♪ Everything's gonna be ♪
(fist thudding)

♪ All right ♪

(fist thudding)

(footsteps plodding)
(crickets chirping)

- I need a drink.

(Doug laughs)

[Doug]- Okay, one bottle
of bourbon coming up.

(bottle thudding)
(liquid sloshing)

- So, where are we?

- What, you don't remember?

- Yes, I fucking remember, Doug.

I just wanna know where you're
starting this time, huh?

You're always changing things on me.

(liquid sloshing)

(bottles clanking)

You have to do that?

- Hey, you gotta keep the shelve stocked,

Uncle Frank's orders.

- With what, broken empty bottles?

Place has been closed how many years?

- (laughing) Closed? Oh,
this place'll never close,

not as long as you're around
to open it up every night.

Look, we should be getting
started here, don't you think?

(bottle thudding)

- Why don't we, give it a rest, huh?

I could use a break, you know.

(hands smacking)

- I can't do it.

- [Nick] Why not?

- Because you might forget.

- Yeah, well maybe I wanna forget.

- Well, what happened to no
regrets and no apologies?

- Okay, fine, fine, let's
just get it over with.

- All right, fair enough.

(upbeat music)

It's just after 2:00.

I'm behind the counter wiping things down.

- [Cooper] No, your stupid then.

Tell a better joke.

- Bobby and Cooper just showed

up about 10 minutes ago,

and they're in the
middle of a warmup game.

- [Bob] Mother said

no thanks to sex.
- [Doug] And you're not here yet.

- Where am I?

- [Doug] I imagine you're headed

down the middle of Sixth Avenue

just after terrorizing
that poor guy in his caddy.

(engine humming)

- [Nick] You're jumping ahead.

- [Doug] Sorry.

- (laughing) You don't get it, do you?

(cue clattering)
(balls clinking)

- [Nick] What about George?

- [Doug] We'll get to George later.

You guys need a beer?

- Several.

- Bob?

- [Bob] Whatever's on tap.

- Bob, one more time, slowly.

Hank's son, Wilbur, pulls
the hose out the bull's ass.

- He was too old to blow
hard enough, so he gave up.

- But see, you're missing the point.

- So, what is the point?

(cue tapping)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey.

What game are we playing?

Because that was a definite miss.

- Call it, Doug.

- Ball in hand on a miss or a scratch.

Do it on the nine, and you're gone.

- The point is Wilbur
would've rather blown

on the end of the hose
that was in the bull's ass

than the end Hank was blowing on (laughs).

- But that doesn't make any sense at all.

- Of course not, and
that's what makes it funny.

Right.
(feet shuffling)

(glass thudding)

- I never got that one either.

- Are you kidding me?

I love that fucking joke.

- Hey, here's to good old Uncle Frank.

- He's talking about selling the place.

- [Bob] Oh, he's not serious, is he?

(glass clinking)

- It's been pretty fucking slow.

- Oh, it's slow all over, baby.

- [Cooper] Probably just the weather, huh?

- Oh, it's the whether all right,

whether you go out at
night and have a good time,

or you, uh, got money to pay your rent.

If it wasn't for this place once a week,

I wouldn't have a nightlife.

- I don't know if I'd
call this a nightlife.

- Are you serious, man?

An an open pool table, all
the booze you can guzzle,

you can't ask for a better deal than this.

All I got to say is thank you Uncle Frank

and thank God it's Friday (laughs).

Mm, that's good.

- So, Dougie, how's a little woman?

- Great, she's actually
starting to feel things.

- Kicks?

- Uh, it's more like flutters.

- [Cooper] That is cool, man.

[Bob]How much longer?

- Four months.

- No shit?

Hey, it gets better.

Just wait till you start seeing

elbows and shit moving
around in there (laughs).

- But what the hell
would you know about it?

- I got a pregnant cousin.

- More like you got a cousin pregnant.

- Hello, first off, Cooper,
we don't do cousins.

We leave that shit

to you white trash, in-breeding,
Alabama motherfuckers.

- It's Mississippi.

- Same thing.

- Like hell it is.

- Oh, see that proves it right there.

- [Cooper] Proves what?

- "Like hell it is."

Only two kind of people
use that expression,

Alabamans and Mississippians (laughs).

- How 'bout the expression suck my dick?

- Oh, no, my brother.

See that one, it's universal (laughs).

(door squeaking)

(feet shuffling)

♪ Living in a dream ♪

- Oh, God.

Hey, Doug.

Was Jerry in here tonight?

- I sent him home about an hour ago, why?

- [Cooper] Well, I don't
think he quite made it.

- Somebody better get that boy

a cab or something, damn (laughs).

(energetic rock music)

(footsteps plodding)

- You all right there, Jerry?

- Frank, is that you, Frank?

- [Doug] No, it's Doug.

- Yeah, well, this is Frank's bar.

Where's Frank?

- Frank's got the night off.

- Speaking of drunks,
anyone hurt from Nicky?

- He called earlier, said he'd be here.

- How's he doing?

- So far so good, I guess.

Says he hasn't had a drop
since the night we got into it.

- Three weeks?

Good for him.

- Don't suppose either one
of you want to gimme a hand.

- Oh, yes.
(Bob and Cooper clapping)

- Oh, very cute, guys.

(cue clattering)

(feet shuffling)

(energetic rock music continues)

(cue clattering)

- It's a good thing he
lives across the street.

(Bob grunting)

(Jerry groans)

- Hold the fort down.

I'll be back in a few.

- Don't forget to kiss him goodnight.

- You know, it'll be
good to see Nicky again.

- Asshole.

- Man, he was just fucked up, all right?

- I get fucked up all the time.

Don't mean I beat the hell
out of my best friend.

- What the hell do you know about it?

- You have a different
recollection of that night?

- Let's you and me get something
straight here, Doug, okay?

I may be a drunk, but I'm not senile.

I got my memories.

(laughs) If I didn't-

- I wouldn't be here.

Point well taken.

But then again, a picture's
worth 1,000 words.

Humor me a minute, will ya?

(energetic rock music)

[Doug] Okay, it's three weeks earlier.

We're about to get into it, and as usual,

Cooper's telling one of his lame jokes.

- And a Wilbur looks up and
says, "Well, shit, daddy,

I ain't gonna blow on the
same end you did (laughs)."

( laughing)

- I don't get it.

- You wouldn't.

- Oh, shit.
(fingers snapping)

I must confess I am
redneck joke illiterate.

- Wait a minute.

- What?

I thought you said you
were hitting the seven.

- [Doug] I did.

- Yeah, so where's the five?

- I don't know.

Maybe you hit it in on the last shot.

- [Nicky] No, I didn't hit
the fucking five in, Doug.

I'd remember.

- Well, somebody did.

(Cooper laughs)

- Or, maybe it just jumped
off the fucking table

when nobody was looking.

(Doug laughs)

- That could happen.

- You calling me a fucking liar?

- No, Nicky, but I am
calling you an asshole.

Take your shot.

- Oh, so now I'm a fucking asshole

'cause I wanna know where the five went.

Is that it?

- Look, you've had way too much to drink.

Now, take your fucking shot,

or I'm starting a new
game with somebody else.

♪ I believe it ♪

♪ Now all the miles and years behind ♪

♪ Searching for an answer ♪

♪ It's always the loneliest ♪

(Nicky yelling)

♪ And then there's you ♪

- [Nick] Stop.

- [Doug] Fair enough.

Ready to take it from where we left off?

- [Nick] Like I have a choice.

(balls clinking)

- How the hell you expect me to hit that?

- Very carefully (laughs).

(cue clattering)

What?

- What'd you say that guy today?

- [Bob] Who?

- [Cooper] This morning at the garage.

- Oh, the brother with the Ferrari.

- Right.

- [Bob] Why?

- [Cooper] Just curious.

- Sure you are.

- That asshole comes up to me
while I'm changing his oil,

interrupts me and asks me,

do I know how to change
oil in a car like that?

- Right.

- Well, can you believe that shit?

- What'd you say to him?

- I said, "No, sir, all
I know how to work on is

VW buses and Chevy trucks,

but I always wanted to work
on the car like these."

- You said that?

- Damn straight I did.

And it must have worked

because he didn't ask me
any more dumb questions.

(beer sputtering)

Damn, foam.

♪ Got a bad ♪

- Fucking asshole, man, I shoulda taken

his fucking head off
right there in the street.

Unbelievable the nerve some people got.

That's all I got to say.
(energetic music)

What a fucking night.

- Want a cold beer?

- Give a soda or something.

♪ Bad, bad, bad ♪

- Is Doug around?

- Ah, he's walking Jerry home.

- Hey, you want a can,
because the fountain's out?

- [Nicky] Yeah, whatever.

- All right, there you go, Nicky, my man.

(can thudding)

♪ Down, down ♪

♪ And all the pristine school girls ♪

(body thudding)

- So, what happened?

[Nicky]- All right, here it is.

I'm on my way over, and I'm
heading down Sixth Avenue,

and there's some traffic.

I mean it's after 2:00,
but it is Friday night,

bar rush, whatever, you know.

And I'm splitting the lanes, no big deal

until this little cocksucker

in his '79 DeVille opens his fucking door.

- [Cooper] No shit?

I hope you took it off for him.

- Ugh, I wanted to.

I wanted to take off that fucking door.

We're talking about a Caddy here.

I mean Toyota or Datsun,
completely different story.

So, I introduced myself.

I said, What the fuck are you
doing with this door open?

- I was gonna check my taillight.

- In the middle of Sixth fucking Avenue,

and you're gonna get out
and check the Goddamn tail?

Middle of Sixth fucking
Avenue on a Friday night,

he decides to check his fucking taillight?

- So, the guy was an asshole.

- [Nicky] Oh, wait, wait, wait.

It gets better, all right?

After I tell him what he can
do with his taillight, I'm,

you could kill somebody.

Jesus.
(hands thudding)

Wake up next time.
(hands thudding)

- You fucking hippie motherfucker.

If you had've stayed in
your own Goddamn lane,

this shit wouldn't've happened.

- [Cooper] Get the fuck out.

- Swear to God.

- So, what'd you do?

- Well, let's just say I familiarized him

with the ways of proper
motorcycle etiquette.

(feet shuffling)
(hands thudding)

Fucking get outta your fucking car, bitch.

Don't fuck with me, all right?

I still shoulda taken
his fucking head off.

(balls clinking)

- Damn.

(Nicky laughs)

- Tell me that wasn't the nine.

- He wish he could.

Bye, Coop, and thanks for warming me up.

- So, where is, uh, little man?

- George?

I don't know.

I was wondering that myself.

- He came by the station the other day,

said he might not (laughing) make it,

something 'bout a new job.

- What is he this time?

- I don't think it
really matters to George

(laughing) long as he
gets to wear a uniform.

- One of my personal favorites was

the Burger Ben outfit (laughs).

(all laughing)

- Hey, no, how about
that traffic controller

for the elementary school?

- Ah, close second.

- Wasn't he a UPS driver for about a day?

- No, two, but it wasn't that bad.

Had that in-the-army
look about it (laughs).

- Could you see little
Georgie in the military?

- (scoffs) Now, that's a scary thought.

- I don't think we have to worry.

They got height requirements.

- Yeah, you know anything's possible.

They made you my boss at the garage.

- That's 'cause I'm white.

- Nick, uh, why don't you take this game,

because this guy's wearing me out?

- [Nicky] He's playing that good?

- No, man, it's just being

around him all day is wearing me out.

Jesus.
(Nicky laughs)

- Rack 'em,

(mellow music)

It's root beer, alright?

- Who asked?

(feet shuffling)

(can thudding)

- So, how's Sally?

♪ Can't hear the screaming anymore ♪

- Good, how are you?

- Going strong.

♪ In the distance ♪

♪ Through the smoke ♪
- Good.

Can I get you another root beer?

(Nicky laughs)

- No.
♪ Love is always fighting ♪

- All right, anybody else?

- No, I'm fine.

- Got mine.

- Okay, let's do it.

(energetic music)

(Nicky exhaling)

- [Cooper] First up.

- [Doug] I already called it.

- When?

- While I was walking Jerry home.

- Sounds fair.

- What about little Georgie?

He still might show.

- I'll take it for him.

(energetic music continues)

(ball clanking)

- Ah.

- Oh, sorry, George, looks
like it's the can tonight.

- Unless he doesn't show,
then it's all yours.

- He shows, or he's a dead man.

(cue tapping)

- Look at that.

Beautiful.

- [Doug] It's beautiful.

(all laughing)

- What, you been practicing, Doug, huh?

I mean, I knew we shouldn't've
left you with the table.

- Hold the phone.

The night's still young.

(cue thudding)

♪ Don't just split it ♪

- [Cooper] Shit, [Nick] I guess we
could put the phone down now (laughs).

(cue thudding)

♪ All right ♪

- [Bob] Crash and burn.

Looks like old Nick's got
the number two spot clenched.

- Number two, are you kidding?

I could beat that now.

- Well, it won't take much.

You guys really should
get in here more often.

- All right, lagging don't make the game.

- Yeah, but it keeps you
from cleaning the toilets.

- George, where are you?

I'll kill him.

(cue thudding)

- [Nicky] Come on you, you motherfucker.

- Go ahead, Nick, scare it past its mark.

- No, just blow on it.

- That's all you guys got?

Looks like I'm sweeping again.

(coins clinking)

- I'll mop.

- You're second up, and you take the mop?

- Sure, it gives me and, uh,
Doug a chance for a quick game

while you're wiping off those tables.

- Hold on, now.

I was in on the easy third.

Ain't no way I'm
restocking that shit again.

- [Doug] Oh, man, restocking and the can?

Coop, looks like you're
not gonna have time

to play much pool at all tonight.

- I ain't cleaning that can.

(playful music)

- [Cooper] Salvation.

- Nice uniform, George.

Wait a minute.

You mean somebody's paying
you money to protect people?

- Campus security, started tonight.

Pretty cool, huh?

- [Cooper] It's definitely
you, George, nice colors.

Works well with your eyes and everything.

- So, you get to tell people
what to do, enforce curfew,

um, give new students
directions, and all that shit?

It's kinda like a dream
come true for ya, huh?

- Yeah, and that's not even the best part.

- [Doug] Really?

What's the best part?

- Armed security.

Somebody gave you a gun?

- That's right.

- Get the fuck out.

Lemme see that thing.

(Nick laughs)

Nah, you had this thing made
or something, didn't you?

- No, it's official.

- Come on.

Stop pulling our dicks and
tell us the truth, George.

- You see that ID number?

That's my special code.

It's on file with the government
and all that official shit.

(Nick laughs)

- So, where's the gun?

- Out in the truck.

- Sure it is, Georgie.

(playful music continues)

- It is.

- [Cooper] What's it doing in the truck?

I mean, what the hell good's
an armed security guard

with his gun in the truck?

- I'm off duty.

- So, go get it.

- Nicky, I can't carry that
shit around off duty, man,

major violation.

- (clicks tongue) I just
want to see it, George.

It's not like I'm gonna shoot anybody.

- I said I can't, not off duty.

I, I can get fired for
even showing it to you.

(laughing) Like I want to
get fired on my first day.

- Why not?

It's happened before.

- All right, forget about it then.

Let's all get down to business

so we can get a little
nine-ball action going here.

What do you say?

Oh, you better roll

up those pretty new
sleeves, though, Georgie,

'cause you're cleaning the toilet.

- But I haven't even shot my lag yet.

- No need, Cooper shot it for you.

Gave it his best shot, too.

- [Cooper] I tried, George, honest.

- (laughs) Oh, no, you don't.

I'm not cleaning the toilet
on someone else's lousy lag.

I can make my own.

- That's the truth.

He makes his own lousy lag every week.

- And he still ends up on his
hands and knees in the john.

What's the difference?

- [Doug] George is right.

He should at least get his own shot.

He is here.

- Yeah, day late and a
dollar short he's here.

Look, we already handed out
cleaning duties, George.

I'm sorry you weren't around.

Look, we don't have time for this, Dougie.

He cleans the can, or he don't play.

- Sounds fair to me.

(fists thudding)

- Rags are in the cabinet.

- All right, fine, but
I got the first game.

- No, you don't, George.

You get the last game.

See, that's the way it works.

Worst lag gets last pick and last game.

Idiot.

- You know you really
should go easier on him.

- Ah, get the fuck out.

(footsteps plodding)

(belt clanking)

(door clattering)

(balls clinking)
(upbeat music)

- Tell me something, Doug.

You ever gonna make it
outta this place or what?

- Shit no.

I mean, I've been working
here since high school.

Might as well stay in the
same rut till the day I die.

Seems to be working for you.

- Hey, it's great to be here.

- Fuck that.

I finish up my bachelor's,

and I'm outta that fucking garage so fast

you won't see me wave goodbye.

- This may be a mere technicality,

but don't you have to be enrolled

in a college to get a degree?

- I'm going back.

- Since when?

- Since five years ago when
he dropped outta college

in the middle of his
first (laughing) semester.

- Well, excuse me for being
such a loser, Mr. Brain Surgeon.

- I thought you were a mechanic.

- Same thing.

- Missed it by that much, huh?

(bottles clanking)

- You know, what I do is a skill.

- [Cooper] So's is jacking off.

- Yeah, but I haven't figured

out how to get paid for that yet.

- Well, you be sure and let me know.

And I am going back, asshole.

- Yeah, we believe ya, Cooper,
you lying sack of shit.

♪ But where he goes ♪

♪ The people know ♪

- It's weird.

- Did you lose something?

- Uh, cigarettes, coulda
swore I had a pack in here.

- There's a open carton behind the bar.

- No, that's all right.

I got a couple packs in the car.

- It's no big deal, Bob.

Just grab a pack.

- No, I drink enough of your
poor (laughing) uncle's booze

every Friday night.

Besides, I gotta make
way for floor control.

- Guess that's our cue, Nick.

- Look, let's get the
evening chores out the way,

and then we can get down
to what we came here for.

- Besides, your ass is mine
tonight, Dougie boy, all mine.

- Yeah, I love it when you talk dirty.

(Bob laughs)

(mellow music)

(feet shuffling)

(stool creaking)

(mop scraping)

- So, less than four months to go, huh?

- Yeah, can you believe it?

- And it's Papa Doug.

It's gotta be some kinda high.

- It's changed my life, you know?

It's given me a reason
to get up in the morning.

It's even made it easier to
show up in this lousy hole

five nights a week.

- Jealous, Dougie, I am.

- So, do it.

- Do what?

- Cindy, ask her to marry you.

- (laughing) Oh, that's a fucking joke.

- What, did something
happen between you two?

- Trust me, Dougie, you
don't even wanna know.

- All right, how long
have we known each other?

- Since the sixth grade, and
I know what you're gonna say.

What the hell happened to us, Doug,

I mean, to the people we used to be?

Man, I was so sure that
we were gonna make it

out of this fucking town
away from all these losers,

find a way to really do something,

you know, to be somebody.

- Dreams change.

- Yeah, well mine haven't.

Just now, that's all they are, dreams.

(Nicky exhales)

- What's going on, Nick?

Talk to me.

- There's nothing to talk about, Doug.

(stool thudding)

My life's a joke.

- [Doug] What the hell happened?

- Look, forget about it, all right?

Goddamn you, Cooper.

Had to spoil our fucking
moment, didn't ya?

(hand thudding)

[Cooper]- Gotcha.

- Oh, you fucker.
(Cooper laughing)

Shit, that hurt.

- Oh, come on.

My hands are still swollen from last week.

Got you pretty good, though, huh?

- Just remember, payback's a
real but bitch around here.

- Is that a challenge?

- Later.
- You're on.

Maybe George will wanna join in.

- I doubt he's got any
feeling left in either hand

as many times as he's lost.

[Cooper]- True.

Where's Bob?

- He went out to the car for cigarettes.

- Oh, shit

I forgot to put 'em back.

Don't tell him.

He's got a thing about that,
people getting in his shit.

- Well, then why'd you take 'em?

Because he's a fucking thief.

- I'm bumming 'em off him
(laughing) all the time.

Funny thing is he's always
trying to keep track.

Drives him nuts that
his count's always off.

Doug, I need some advice.

- Quit smoking.

[Cooper]- No, fuck the cigarettes, man.

This is some serious shit.

- [Doug] Something wrong?

- They fired him today.

- [Doug] Bob?

- Yeah.

- Well, he's taking it pretty
fucking well, isn't he?

- That's the thing.

He doesn't know.

- You fired him, and you didn't tell him?

- I didn't fire him.

- Well, I thought you were the man.

- The owner fired him.

- What for?

- Said he didn't like his attitude.

I think it had something
to do with this customer

that was in today.

Besides, he's never really
liked him for some reason.

- Maybe it's a Black thing.

- Who knows?

The point is-

- Look, the point is they
told you to let him go,

and you haven't done it yet.

- I keep trying.

I don't know what to say.

- How 'bout, "See ya"?

- Thanks, Nick.

- You gotta tell him, Coop.

- I know, and before he goes
in tomorrow morning, fuck.

(mellow music)

(broom clanking)

(broom scraping)

- It's fucking weird, man.

I coulda swore I had a pack.

(pack thudding)

(ashtray thudding)

- Be right back.

- That's it.

Stock them shelves, boy,

'cause that beer stuff
is okay for a warmup,

but I need something that's gonna put

some hair on this chest.

- They don't make anything that strong.

- Hey, it's great to be here.

- Name your poison.

- It really doesn't matter
this early in the game,

a little whiskey, vodka,
tequila, mix and match.

Hell, I don't care.

Just gimme something
that's gonna make me forget

the troubles of this world.

- Better make it a double.

- Just go a little easy tonight, huh?

I'm not into carrying anybody else home.

Jerry was enough.

- Just relax, Dougie boy.

As they say, there are some of those

who can handle their drink,

and then there's those who can't,

and I, my friend, am definitely
one who can (laughs).

- [Doug] So, tell me about
your troubles of the world.

- Oh, shit, I, I, I guess
I really can't complain.

- [Nicky] Sure you can.

- All right, if you
insist, Nick, uh, no woman.

That's old news.

- (laughing) Yeah, ancient.

- And for the financial part of it,

a funnier joke you're not gonna hear.

- Speaking of jokes, how
was last Saturday night?

- Wasn't.

Never happened.

- Are you saying she stood
you up after all that?

- No, what I'm saying
is I'm trying very hard

to put this whole thing behind me.

- [Nick] What the hell's this?

- [Doug] We really don't need
to hear this story again.

It's bad enough we have to listen

to Cooper explain his jokes.

- [Nick] But I love Cooper's jokes,

and this is a great story.

- [Doug] Yes, and we
both know it by heart.

Bob takes a blind date to dinner.

She orders two meals, has the
waiter wrap one of them to go,

and-
- [Nick] Hold it.

Damn it, Doug, would you wait a second?

- [Doug] What?

- [Nick] You could skip the rest,

but at least let me see the
end, makes me laugh every time.

- [Doug] For you, Nick, anything.

- [Nick] Yeah, right.

(upbeat music)

- So, did you end up
paying for all three meals?

- Oh, what kinda question is that, Doug?

Of course, he's gonna cover it.

- Well, actually, that's
when things start to get fun.

I knew I didn't have enough cash on me.

- No.

- What about plastic then?

- Against my code.

I never even applied.

- So, you're fucked.

- [Bob] Yes, I am.

- You hit her up for the difference.

- Also against my code.

See, the only saving
grace of the evening was

I knew in advance that I was screwed.

So, I take a little
trip to the facilities.

I call Cooper, have him come down

and discreetly slip 100
on the manager (laughs).

- That's very smooth.
(hands smacking)

(all laughing)

[Nick] You bet your ass, Bobby.

You were one smooth motherfucker.

- I don't know.

If it was me, I'da asked the
woman to cough up a little.

- Ah, it's not the same, Dougie.

You're married.

I mean, it's a whole
different set of rules.

- So, did you ask her
about the extra meal?

- I had to.

- And?

- She said her

and her roommate Lorraine
always eats together,

and she knew she would
be getting hungry, okay?

- No, shit.
(Doug laughing)

- So, when's the next date? (laughs)

- No, thank you.

- Oh, come on.

Give her one more chance.

Think of them, um, titties.

(Bob laughs)

- Tits or no tits, I can't afford

to feed both of them bitches.

(Nicky laughs)
(gentle music)

(balls clinking)

(broom clanking)

Nick all right?

(gentle music continues)

(balls clinking)

(door squeaking)

(latch clicking)

(gentle music continues)

(balls clinking)

- Hey, you mind if I warm 'em up on a few?

I feel like getting the old kinks out.

- Well, knock yourself out.
(hands smacking)

They're all yours.

- Great.

(gentle music continues)

(hand thudding)

- The fuck are you doing, George?

That's my shot.

Who the fuck told you to take my shot?

Huh?
- I, I was just,

Bobby said I could.

I, I, I was just-
- Relax, George.

I'm just fucking with you, all right?

Somebody buy this boy a
beer or something, huh?

(hand smacking)
(George grunts)

(footsteps plodding)

(upbeat music)

- [Doug] Everybody ready for first round?

- I got first round tonight.

[Cooper] Just stand back now.

You might learn something.

- [Doug] Go for it.
(glasses thudding)

- [Cooper] Will you be joining us, Nick?

- [Nicky] Nah, thanks, I'm fine.

[Nick] Damn right I'll join ya.

I'll drink y'all under the fucking table.

- But what the hell are you doing, boy?

(George laughing)

- Trust me.

- I've done that before and regretted it.

- What the hell kind of drink is that?

[Cooper]- Oh, just a little
something I picked up back home.

- In that case, I think
you better wash your hands

before you start making mine.

(George laughing)

- (laughs) Oh, I can't watch this.

(ice cubes rattling)

(gentle music continues)

(glasses clinking)

- [Cooper] The question is,
are you man enough to drink it?

- [Doug] As long as you go first.

- [Cooper] Bottoms up.

- Oh.
- Oh.

(Bob laughs)

- Oh, ah.

(Cooper exhales)

- Your turn.

- Get the fuck out.

I'm not drinking that shit.

- You said mix and match.

- [Bob] To a point, yeah.

- Come on, Bob, it'll make you forget

about the troubles of the world.

- Of course, it will.

I'll be dead.

- But you'll die a man.

- Call me nuts.

- You're nuts.

- But I'm in.

- Me too.
(hand thudding)

- Oh, I gotta see this.

- Not without downing one with us.

- Nah, no, I said I'm
not drinking that shit.

Gimme a real drink and no problem.

- [Cooper] You got it.

(glass thudding)

(George laughing)
(liquid sloshing)

- [Bob] Oh.

(Cooper imitating chicken clucking)

You are crazy, Cooper.
(Bob laughing)

(Bob exhales)

- Here's to the bartender.

- And here's to replacing the bartender.

(George laughs)

Bottoms up.
(glasses clinking)

(glasses thudding)

(George groaning)

(Bob coughing)

(George gasping)

- You're fired, Cooper (laughs).

- [Cooper] Want a beer?

- I'll take a beer.

- Oh.

- And I'll go for another shot.

- [Cooper] Attaboy, George.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, be careful, man.

Just pace, okay?

Just take your time.

- Pace is for pussies.

- That's right, Cooper, you keep drinking

these nightmare concoctions,
and we'll be taking

you out tonight in a body bag.

- But he'll die a man.

(George laughing)

(bottles clanking)

- You ready?

- Sure.

All right, somebody call it.

(hand thudding)

- Nine ball.

- No kidding?

What the fuck else is there?

- (laughs) Well, let's see.

There, there's eight ball.

There's rotation.

- Chicago.

- Straight pool.

- Get the fuck out.

- Just giving you some options.

- Look, you wanna switch to one
of them fucking pansy games,

you can count me out.

- Ain't nothing wrong
with rotation (laughs).

- [Nicky] Oh, nothing except
we don't play rotation here.

We play nine ball.

Jesus, I can't even believe

we're fucking talking about this.

- It was a joke, all right?

(gentle music continues)

- All right, I, I didn't get it.

- [Doug] All right, Jesus,
Nick, would you lighten

up a little here, huh?

You know, we're supposed to be having fun.

Somebody gonna call this thing or what?

- Same as before, a ball in
hand on a miss or a scratch.

- Do it on the nine, and you're gone.

- Best two outta three?

- That works for me.

- All right.

Someone wanna hit that overhead?

It's too fucking bright
in here to see anything.

- Well, that makes sense.

- Shit, wait, I almost forgot.

Hold the lights a second.

You guys aren't gonna believe this.

Bob, the switch on the far right?

- [Bob] Yeah.

- Okay, grab onto it,
but don't hit it yet.

- [Bob] Right.

- Okay, now turn off all four switches.

(switch clicking)

- [Bob] Ooh, nice effect.

Now what?

- [Doug] Hit the other switch.

- [Nick] I hate that fucking thing.

[Nicky] What the fuck is that?

- [Cooper] A strobe.

- [Nicky] No shit, Cooper, what
the fuck's it doing in here?

- [Doug] Are you ready for this?

It's Frank's idea to
try and boost business.

Every Tuesday and Thursday
(players laughing)

starting next week, he's
gonna have dancing in here.

- [Bob] All right, all right.
(Doug laughing)

- [Cooper] Oh, yeah.

(players laughing)

- [Nicky] Jesus Christ.
- Whoo, whoo.

Whoo, whoo.

(players laughing)

- [Nicky] The stupidest
fucking thing I ever seen.

- [Bob] What the hell is that, Cooper?

- [Cooper] That's the white man's boogie-

- [Nicky] All right.
- [Cooper] self-taught.

(Bob and Cooper laughing)

- [Nicky] Turn that fucking
thing off, all right?

Hey.
- [Bob] All right.

All right already.
- [Nicky] Turn that fucking thing off.

- [Bob] All right, man.

(switch clicking)

- [Cooper] Whoo, I'm outta shape.

- Hey, wait a minute.

- What?

- Don't you think it's a little early

for your second bottle?

- I was thirsty, all right?

- Yeah, but booze doesn't
quench your thirst.

It just keeps you wanting more.

Haven't you at least learned that by now?

- Save the sermon, Doug.

You're not my fucking-

- Oh, I'm not your fucking mother.

(laughing) Oh, now where
have I heard that before?

(laughing) Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm jumping ahead again now, aren't I?

- Just leave me alone, will ya?

- Never.

Not until you get it.

- Get what?

- Can't tell ya.

(balls clinking)

- Georgie Porgie, pudding pie,
so what's shaking, baby, huh?

So, tell me about that
amazing new job of yours.

- What's there tell you?

He rented the uniform,
paid somebody 10 bucks

for a phony ID card, huh?

- It's not a phony ID, Nicky.

- Prove it.

- Prove that it is.

- Oh, well, that's easy.

Who in their right fucking
mind is gonna hire him

for a legit security job,
least of all involving a gun?

- That's a point.

- I don't know.

There's a lot of crazy
people in this world.

- Hey, and there's one for
the other team (laughs).

- Look at this fucking
uniform, (laughing) man.

This is too new looking.

It ain't the real thing.

- What, they don't make new
security guard uniforms?

- What are you busting
my chops here for, Doug?

- I just think you need to
lighten up on him a little.

- What are you, my mother?

- What?

- I said, are you my fucking mother?

- No, Nicky, I'm not your fucking mother.

Pay attention.

This is important.

- And stop telling me
to fucking lighten up.

- Whatever.

- We all can't make a living
pounding nails into boards.

- Excuse me?

- George, you don't-

- Somebody's gotta
protect all those boards.

- Down, George.

- What the fuck have you been smoking?

- I don't do that, Nicky.

Drugs are for weak people.

- I see.

(cue thudding)
Are you looking

to have your head taken off?

- Nick.

- What?

- Take your shot.

- [Bob] Hey, it's great to be here.

♪ Living in a dream ♪

♪ Living in a dream ♪

(balls clinking)

(upbeat music continues)

- Hey, George, what do
you say we pass the time

with a game of bloody knuckles?

- [George] No.

- Come on, I'll even let you
win the first couple times.

Okay, how about slap hands?

- I'm happy just to sit here,
and watch, and wait my turn.

- No, you can't wait for the
action to come to you, George.

You gotta make it happen for yourself.

Come on, one game.

I'll give you five misses.

- How's that work?

- [Cooper] Simple, you get to swing at me

till you miss five times.

- That's nuts, man.

You can take a guy's hands off
before you miss five times.

- A chance I'll have to take.

- Better make his a double.

- Can I get the same deal?

- Sorry, this is a one-time only offer.

- Five misses?

- [Cooper] In a row.

(upbeat music continues)

♪ I was rumbling the thunder ♪

- (laughs) Maybe later.

- [Cooper] Now or never George.

♪ It's a revelation ♪

- I'm gonna pass.

- [Cooper] Okay.

♪ Gonna shake like an earthquake ♪

- 10 misses.

- Get the fuck out.

- Take it, George.

♪ Striking like lightening ♪

- Okay, you're on.

- [Cooper] Yes.

(glass thudding)

Now, you know how this works, right?

- Sure, I swing at you
till I miss 10 times.

- Right, but only once.

After that one miss,
and it's my turn again.

And there's no stopping

or turning back once you
take that first swing.

- Right.

- I mean it.

That's the most important rule.

There's no stopping unless they stop it.

- I got it. Can you start?

- Go for it, Georgie.

(hand smacking)

- Ow, Jesus, Cooper, do
you like pain, is that it?

- Turns me on.

(hand smacking)
Ooh, again.

(George and Cooper laughing)

- See, I tried to tell you that boy

done lost it.
(hand smacking)

- Jesus, Cooper.

- Okay, that one hurt.

- What's a matter?

You starting to feel it?

(George laughing)

- Mm.

No, just switching gears.

♪ Hit you like a hurricane ♪

- Time for phase two.

(Nick laughs)

- Phase two.

I love this part.

(upbeat music continues)

- That's one.

- Shit.

- Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

That's six, George.

Four more.

- Stay fucking still.

- Seven.

Eight.

Only two more, George.

Better relax and take your time.

- Breathe, Georgie, breathe.

- [Nicky] Come on, Georgie.

You're almost there.

You got him shaking in his shoes.

♪ Reaping what you sew ♪

- (laughing) Nine. Ten.

My turn.

(upbeat music continues)

(glass thudding)

Oh, you didn't, George.

- What?

- You flinched.

You know the rule about flinching.

- What rule?

- Put 'em up now.

Don't move 'em.

- What?

- Don't move your hands.

I get a free shot.

- What, are you high?

- That's the rule.

- [Bob] Oh, I know that rule.

I mean, he fucked me up
many a times on that one.

- Dougie.

- He's right.

(upbeat music continues)

(hand smacking)

- Fuck.

- Attaboy, put 'em back up.

Put 'em up, now.

Don't move 'em.

It's still my turn.

Want another drink?

(hand smacking)
(George grunts)

(hand smacking)
(George exhales)

(Cooper laughing)

(hand smacking)
(George exhales)

(Cooper laughing)

(hand smacking)

(hand smacking)
(George grunting)

- [George] Fuck.

(cue clattering)

(cue ball thudding)

- Fuck me.

(Bob laughs)

(George screams)

- Here on the table?

Or, you want we should
go in the back room?

(Nicky laughs)

- Ball in hand on the eight, Doug?

Nobody told me it was Christmas,

not that it's gonna do
(George screams)

you any good, but, uh, call a pocket.

- All right.

Three cushion, corner.

(George grunts)

- Three cushion, corner.

All right, no problem.

- Yeah, right, maybe next time, Nick.

(hand smacking)
(George grunts)

- Come on, I got ya, Nick.

Admit it.

No way you're gonna make that shot.

- Just watch.

(cue clattering)
(balls clinking)

(ball thudding)

- [Doug] (laughs) What are you doing?

You don't seriously think
this is gonna change anything?

- Well, let's see.

If I remember right, I lose this game.

I take over slap hands
with Cooper over here.

He makes some crack about
Cindy, and we go from there.

How am I doing, huh?

- (laughing) Not bad.

- So, what happens if I don't lose?

- Something else'll set you off.

- You sure about that?

- You can't change the past, Nick.

- Weren't you watching?

I just did.

- So, you helped yourself cheat, big deal.

- Yeah, well, we'll see.

(mellow music)

[Nicky] Yes.

- Fuck, I can't believe he made that.

- Did you see that?

- Whoo.
- Did you fucking see that?

Oh, is this my night or what?

I love this game.

Get ready to rack 'em, Bob.

(mellow music continues)

- Hey, um, wait a minute,
Nick, um, nature calls again.

(hand smacking)
(George groans)

(Cooper laughing)

- Take a break, George.

It's my turn.
(George grunts)

- It ain't over until the fat lady sings.

(hand smacking)
(George groans)

(hand smacking)
(George screams)

- Ooh, you chicken?
(Cooper laughing)

♪ Ah ♪

- The fat lady just sung.

Nice game, George.

Go have a drink on me.

(hand thudding)

(mellow music continues)

(Doug laughing)

(hand smacking)
(Doug exhales)

- Ooh.

(plastic rustling)

(ice cubes clinking)

(hand smacking)

(George laughs)

- Can you believe it's August already?

- Speaking of time, where
the fuck did that come from?

- I paid my rent the other day, August.

Christmas was the day before yesterday.

- Christmas is the 31st of July now?

When did they change it?

- Nobody told me.

- I know what you're saying, George.

Time is flying.

(hand smacking)
Ow, you fucker.

- Come on, Bob.

What the fuck are you doing back there?

- I don't think we wanna (laughs) know.

(hand smacking)

- [Nicky] Fuck it.

(cue clattering)

- Yeah, guys, August.

Hey, guess what's just around the corner.

- Easter?

You mean they changed that, too?

- It ain't till Monday,

but seeing that we're all here tonight-

- Doug, shut the fuck
up about it, all right?

- Sorry, it's too late.

(friends whistling Happy Birthday Song)

[Doug] Make a wish, Nick.

- [Cooper] And then blow.

- [Bob] It's a lot of candles, Nicky.

(Nicky blowing)

(friends clapping)
- Yeah, I'll clap to that.

(Bob laughs)

- Hey, so how old are you really?

- Well, now that you mention it-

- Doug, I ain't fooling around here.

Thanks for the cake and all,

but just shut the fuck
up about it, all right?

- He's 30.

- Get the fuck out.

- [Bob] No kidding?

That's the end from what I hear.

- Are you playing pool,

or are you just trying to piss me off?

- Hey, I can't do a damn
thing till you miss one.

- How long you and Cindy been together?

- I told you, there it is.

- We'll see.

(ice cubes clinking)

- 10 years.

- [Bob] 10 years with the same woman?

That's a long time (laughs).

- Come on, Nick.

You mean to tell us you've
been with her for 10 years,

you're turning the big 3-0,
and you still haven't made

an honest woman out of her?

What the hell's the matter with you?

- Excuse me?
(Cooper laughing)

- I said you've been-

- No, I heard what you said.

How about I take this cue

and shove it lengthwise
up your fucking ass?

- Let's don't make
promises you can't keep.

- Oh, you want a promise?
(cue clattering)

All right, how 'bout we step outside?

'Cause I promise you
won't fucking walk away.

- [Doug] Nick.
- No, you stay

outta this, Doug.

Come on.

Let's go, come on.
(hands thudding)

Fucker.

- [Doug] Nick, Nick, hey.

- Let's go.

- [Doug] Bro, what the
fuck is wrong with you?

- Off me.
- Man, something wrong.

Man, hey, come on, this
ain't Nick, all right?

(hand thudding)

- You all right?

(door squeaking)

(feet shuffling)

- Come on, look.

I didn't mean to come
off like that, all right?

(Cooper sighs)

- Fuck you, Nick.

- I'm trying to apologize here.

Would you give me a break?

- And I don't fucking wanna hear it.

It's always something
with you, isn't it, Nick?

Last time, Doug was cheating.

The time before that-

- I had a bad fucking week.

- I didn't ask.

- Fine.

(energetic music)

♪ Whoo, whoo, whoo ♪

♪ Whoo, whoo, whoo ♪

♪ Whoo, whoo, whoo ♪

♪ Whoo, whoo, whoo ♪

♪ Whoo, whoo, whoo ♪

(Nicky moaning)

[Nicky]- No.

(feet shuffling)

(clothes rustling)

You wanna know what, know
what's wrong with me?

(door clattering)
(energetic music)

(latch clicking)

[Nicky] I come home last
week after a fucking long day

of pounding nails into boards
a little earlier than usual

to find my loving girlfriend

in our bed fucking my
construction foreman.

- Oh, my God, Nick.

- Nick, I didn't mean.

- Tom, Cindy.

[Nicky] No wonder you punched
out at a half day, huh, Tom?

You had something else
you were waiting to punch?

Motherfucker's lucky they
found all the pieces in time

to keep him alive, or on
top of everything else,

I'd be up on murder charges.

- Nicky, do you hear me?

You're gonna kill him.

- [Nicky] I swear, if you
don't shut your fucking mouth-

- You'll what?

You'll hit me, too?

Go ahead, Nicky.

Slap, and punch, and
kick the shit outta me

if it makes you feel any better.

- [Nicky] But hey, this way,
it's just assault and battery,

no more construction job,

no more girlfriend,
(cuffs clanking)

no money, no fucking life,

possible, but only possible
jail time of up to five years.

But no problem 'cause,
hey, I've been on the wagon

for three weeks now, and it really seems

to be helping me turn things around.

So, gimme another root beer.

It really seems to be doing the trick.

(gentle music)

(feet shuffling)

- Little warm for a fire, isn't it?

How can I help, Nick.

- Know any good lawyers?

You remember back in high school

when my old man kicked me outta the house

'cause I wouldn't let him beat
the crap outta me anymore?

- Yeah, you slept in that blue Bonneville

of yours for, like, a week

till my parents convinced
you to move in with us.

- That's where I wanna start.

- Start what?

- My life, man, I wanna
start over from there.

- What are you talking
all crazy for, Nick?

- No, didn't you ever think that?

I mean, if there was one point

that you could, you could go back to,

you could find your way, that
that was where you got lost.

- That was 13 years ago.

- You still look up to me, Doug?

- What?

- Man, everybody used to look up to me.

- Well, sure.

I mean, you know, people
still look up to you.

I mean, shit, George is always-

- Fuck George, all right?

I'm talking about you, you and me.

And why can't we just take off someplace,

just, just start all over again?

(gentle music continues)

- That's not gonna happen, Nick.

And running away from it isn't the answer.

Right now, life sucks, big fucking deal.

The important thing is
that you've already started

to turn things around.

- Yeah, right.

- What, you don't think
I know how hard it is?

I am so fucking proud of you, man.

Don't let this shit that
happened fuck you up.

I am your friend, and I promise

I'm gonna help you through
this no matter what it takes.

- You are my friend, aren't you, Dougie?

- Man, till doom cracks.

(Nicky laughs)

(hands thudding)

- Even after, you know, what
happened, um, three weeks ago?

(Doug laughs)

- That wasn't you.

That was the booze.

(gentle music continues)

You got me pretty good, though.

(Nicky laughs)

Gotta admit that.

Almost broke my fucking jaw.

- Yeah, well, you know, you got

a couple lucky sucker shots in yourself.

(Doug laughing)

- Oh, yeah?

(Nicky laughs)

Come on, let's go in and,
come on, let's go inside

and shoot some pool.

- Nine ball.

Take your shot.

You only got one, no regrets,
no fucking apologies.

(Nicky laughs)

So, I scratched, what the hell?

It's funny 'cause that's the only time

I feel like I'm myself
anymore, you know, is

when I'm running the table.

I feel like I'm everywhere
all at once, you know,

like I can do no wrong.

Dougie.

- Yeah?

- Do you really want to help me out?

- (laughing) You just name it.

- I want a drink.

- Nick, you know how-

- No, no, no, just save the
fucking sermon, all right?

And no, it ain't the answer,
but I just want a break

from all this motherfucking pain,

all right, just for tonight.

- Yeah, and what about
tomorrow night, huh,

and the night after that?

Because it's not gonna
get any better, Nick,

not until you decide that you want it to.

- You said to name it, and I did.

- Yeah, but I'm not gonna stand here

and watch you kill yourself.

- You don't know what it's like
to be inside of here, Doug.

- Fine, it's your life.

(footsteps plodding)

(stool creaking)

Are you sure?

(hand thudding)

(bottle thudding)

(bottle top clattering)

(Nicky sighs)
(liquid sloshing)

(bottle thudding)

(glass clinking)

(Nicky inhaling and exhaling)

(liquid sloshing)

(Doug clapping)

Bravo, what a performance.

I don't think I could ever get
tired of watching that part.

We're right back on track now, aren't we?

- Sure, Doug, sure.

Don't think I didn't catch that.

- What?

- You gave me the bottle.

- Hey, you didn't exactly
make it easy on me.

- What, I twisted your arm?

You had to give in, huh?

- Oh, poor Nick, still
trying to change things

and still looking for
someone else to blame.

Look, let's continue, shall we?

- What for, huh?

What's the fucking point?

We keep going over this again and again.

It never ends, and it never changes.

- You're getting warm.

What do you say we skip ahead a bit,

finish a little early for a change.

Who knows?

Maybe we'll even have time
for a game of nine ball.

- There ain't a table.

- We'll work something out.

You ready?

- Sure, Doug, whatever.

Knock yourself out.

- All right, let's see.

It's a few hours later.

Everyone's been drinking a
lot, especially you and Coop.

You want to cue us in?

(upbeat music)

♪ I hear the shit that you're talking ♪

♪ About me all over town ♪

♪ And though I find
our love soul shaking ♪

♪ Here I am the lonely clown ♪

♪ Get down ♪

♪ Yeah, I'll see you when I see you ♪

♪ See the hope behind those eyes ♪

♪ Dragon eyes ♪

♪ And though I know your
falling, naturally, baby ♪

♪ We've all been known to lie ♪

♪ Till we die, die ♪

(mellow music)

- [Cooper] Everybody okay?

- (laughing) Everybody but you.

Haven't you had about enough?

- Hell, no, I (laughing)
ain't even seeing double yet.

(Nicky exhales)

- Make me one of those,
whatever the hell it is

you're drinking here.

- Sure thing, Nick.

So, tell me something, Nicky boy.

You thought about California lately?

- No, why?

- Now might be a good
time to give it a shot.

- What, you trying to get rid me?

- No, but with everything
that's happened, why not?

The weather's good this time of year.

- What, in August?

- Sure, it's nice and sunny.

- I thought it was always sunny out there.

- I thought about moving
to California for a while.

- Get the fuck out.

- [Doug] I'm serious.

- When?

- Right outta high school,

right about the same
time you started talking

about going to California
to be discovered.

- Nah, I never said discovered, Doug.

I just wanted to give it a shot.

- No shit?

You wanted to be an actor, too, Doug?

- No, it was nothing like that.

I just wanted to go there for the sun,

and the babes, and, and
just hang out with Nick.

- Ah, why the hell
didn't you ever tell me?

- I don't know.

Maybe I was, I was just like you,

just too scared to actually
ever go through with it.

- No, I was never scared, Doug,
and you know it, all right?

Just things just always seemed to come up.

That's all.

- So, why don't you go now?

- Why don't you?

- I'm married.

It's a whole different set of rules.

- Ah, shit, you don't wanna
go to California, Nick,

not LA anyway.

- Why not?

- He's a tit man.

Am I right?

It's a fact.

There ain't no real titties

in that whole damn town
worth putting your hands on.

I've been there, baby.

I mean, they got some amazing
fucking women out there.

I give 'em that, but as
for bankable breasts,

you got the real McCoy out here.

You better off staying
where you live at (laughs).

- Thanks for the tip.

- Keep it in your mind (laughs).

- He couldn't go even if he wanted to.

- But why is that?

- The law.

- Shut up, George.

- But it's true.

There's no way they're gonna let someone

who's up on felony
charges out of the state,

not even if-

- [Nicky] Ah.

(glass shattering)

George.

George, come here.

Here, George, come on, boy.

(fingers snapping)

George, I said get the
fuck over here, George.

George.

(hand thudding)

Now, Georgie, there's something
you're not getting here.

See, I've had a really fucked up week.

I'm not in a good mood, and
I've been drinking a lot,

so I don't think I'm the guy
you wanna fuck with right now.

Now, I know I fuck with
you, but that's different.

I can, but you can't fuck with me, George.

I mean, you can if you really wanted to,

but I just don't think
it's such a good idea.

So, why don't you just go

back in your little corner over there

and throw little sharp
objects against the wall,

and stay the fuck outta my face.

That way, you won't piss me
off, I won't hate you so much,

and nobody will get hurt, all right?

(hand thudding)

First, what do you say
you just get a broom

and sweep all this shit up, all right?

Jesus, George, look what you made me do?

(footsteps plodding)

(bottle clanking)

(liquid sloshing)

(bottle thudding)

(Nicky exhales)

- [Cooper] My turn to pay.

(lighter clicking)

♪ Hard to say I'm all right ♪

(Bob laughs)

- Goddamn, that early-morning shift

at the garage is kicking my ass.

Can you believe I gotta be
there at 6:30 in the morning?

You know, honestly, if it
wasn't for the free booze

and the love of this game, (laughs)

6:30 in the morning.

Can you believe that?

- Maybe they'll give you
the day off tomorrow.

- Nah, no chance, man.

Ain't gonna find somebody else

to come in that early in the morning.

I ain't even gonna waste my time asking.

- Yeah, well, you might not have to.

- Nick.

- What?

Somebody's gotta tell him, Doug.

What the fuck?

I mean, there's no sense in
losing sleep over nothing.

Am I right?

- Tell me what?

- Nothing.

- [Nicky] Well, am I right, or am I wrong?

- You are not involved.

- Not involved?

No, of course, I'm involved.

Bob's my friend.

That makes me, well, you are
my friend, aren't you, Bob?

- Honestly, (laughing) I
don't know what the fuck

you talking about, Nicky.

Whatever you say, man.

- So, you're my friend?

- Your my best friend in the
whole world, man (laughs).

(hands thudding)

- They fired you at work.

- Jesus Christ, Nicky.

- What?

Don't you fuck with me about
something like that now.

Please tell me you're
fucking with me, Nicky.

(Nicky laughing)

(hand thudding)

(Nicky and Bob laughing)

You almost had me going
there for a minute, Nicky.

Don't you do that shit to me, man.

Fucking Nicky, man (laughs).

Hey, Cooper, my man.

Everything come out all
right for you back there?

(Bob laughing)

- Oh, shit, that reminds me of a joke.

- Oh, you got a joke?

I don't believe it.

- Well, it's not exactly a joke.

It is, though, sort of.

- Either it's a joke, or it's not a joke.

- Down, George.

It's something funny that happened.

- (laughing) So, tell us the story.

- Remember Diane?

- Oh, Diane, that's a
joke right there (laughs).

- Well, one night, I
was over at her place.

- So, uh, is this gonna
be a long story or what?

- And we were getting ready to go out,

and she was in the can putting
on makeup and everything.

- Wait.

Do you call it a can
if a woman's using it?

(Nicky and Bob laughing)

- No.

- It's the lady's room.

- Or the powder room, man.

- [Doug] That's it.

- Whatever.

The point is she coulda
taken hours in there.

The fucking house could have
burned down to the ground.

Got the picture?

- (laughing) We're with you, baby.

- So, I come over, and I'm
hanging out waiting for her,

and I realize (laughing)
I gotta take a shit.

- [Doug] Problem.

- No, there's no problem.

Just kick her outta the fucking can.

- The powder room.

- All right, so kick her
outta the fucking powder room.

- I can't.

It's against my code.

- [Doug] You guys and your codes.

- So, I'm thinking.

Do I go back home and take a shit

and take a chance of
missing the early show?

Or, do I drive around looking

(laughing) for a gas station
that'll let me use theirs,

which can make me late?

And I could miss the show

or at least the previews.
(Bob laughing)

- I hate missing previews (laughs).

- So, you hold it till
you get to the theater.

- No, that's impossible at this point.

It ain't happening.

So, I'm trying to decide.

And then, I see her cat run
across the room (laughs).

And then, I get this idea.

- What idea?

- I used his.

(Bob laughing)

- Get the fuck out.

(Doug laughs)

- [Doug] You didn't.

- You took a in the cat box?

- [Cooper] Hell, yeah.

- Why?

- And this just wasn't any shit.

I'd been saving this up for days.

I laid a line of pipe like
you've never seen before,

and (laughing) you,
you'll never see again.

(all laughing)
- [Nicky] Oh, shit.

- [Doug] I'm sorry I missed.

- And it fit?

- Barely.

- How did you wipe?

- Hey, good question, George (laughs).

- No need.

It was all one solid
piece, perfectly formed.

Sweeped it away with a whisk broom.

(all laughing)

- [Doug] Yeah, thanks for sharing.

We get the picture.

- Is there a point to this shit? (laughs)

- [Cooper] Here it comes.

So, about 15 minutes later,

Diane finally comes out of the bathroom,

and before she could say anything,

I asked her what the fuck
that was that I was smelling?

"Gee, Diane, what the fuck
is that smell in here?"

And she says, "It must
be the cat litter box.

I just haven't changed it."

- [Nicky] No.

- Oh, shit (laughs).

- So, I casually walk
over to the litter box,

and I say, "Jesus Christ, Diane."

What the fuck?

You got a mountain lion living here?"

(all laughing)
(hands thudding)

- That's fucking brilliant.

Whoo.

- I got a joke.

- Uh, that's nice, Georgie.
- Okay.

- What the fuck do you
think you're doing, Cooper?

- Oh, shit.

Sorry, Bob.

- Sorry?

You take one of my cigarettes
right in front of me,

right out the pack like it ain't nothing?

- It was an accident, dude, so sue me.

I, I fucked up.

- I guess you did.

But the question is, how
often does it happen?

- [Cooper] It doesn't happen.

- How many cigarettes have
you accidentally ripped off

in, let's say, the last month?

- That was a one-shot deal.

I, I swear.

- Oh, yeah, sure.

I believe you.

So, where's your jacket, huh?

- What?

- Ah, nevermind, uh,
I'll just, uh, this it?

- Jesus, come on, Bob.

- Come on, what, man?

I, hold the phone.

What have we here, huh?

(Bob exhales)

It's funny, isn't it, how
you think you know somebody,

and all this time, I never knew we smoked

the same brand of cigarettes.

We even open the box the same way,

and I thought I was the
only one that did that.

(Bob laughs)

- (laughs) I was gonna
put 'em back, all right?

I forgot.
(pack thudding)

Can we get back to the game?

- Oh, yeah, sure, no problem.

Look, um, why don't you let
me light that for you, huh?

(lighter clicking)

Or, maybe you want me to put my lighter

down on the table and turn my back

so you can add that to
your collection too, huh?

- Take it easy, man.

- Nah, just get away from me, man, huh,

you lying, thieving motherfucker,

before I fuck you up for real.

- Jesus, Bob, he didn't fuck your sister.

It was a Goddamn cigarette
for Christ's sakes.

- Don't start on me, Nicky.

You almost killed a guy for
checking his taillight earlier.

It wasn't a cigarette.

It was a full pack.

Man, have you priced those things lately?

I'm not made of money, man.

- Especially now.

Ain't that right, Cooper?

- Fuck me.

You're standing here crying
about a pack of smokes?

You owe me a hundred bucks.

- It was a loan.

Thank you very much, and I appreciated it.

But where I come from, friends
don't steal from friends,

plain and simple.

- Or lie.

- Oh, shit, what?

- Withholding information and shit,

ain't that the same as lying?

- Yeah, whatever you say,
Nicky, but the point is, man-

- The point is I wasn't
fucking with you before, Bob.

Ask your buddy Cooper here.

He'll tell ya all about it.

- You fucking asshole.

(feet thudding)

- Wanna fucking go with that?

'Cause I still ain't through
with you from before.

[Nick] Why do you keep interrupting?

It's just starting to get good.

- (laughing) I'm afraid
you're not getting the point.

- What point?

- Well, you tell me.

- Hey, all right.

I got a little outta
of control that night.

Uh, everybody did.

- Oh, I see, and is that what
you call what's coming up,

a little out of control?

- I was provoked.

- Oh, action, reaction.

- What?

- Nevermind, Nick, all right?

Have it your way, no more interruptions.

- What's he talking about, Coop huh?

He said I lost my job.

- I was trying to find
a good time to tell ya.

- [Bob] I see.

Well, fuck you, Cooper, man.

- Roger just told me today.

I'm sorry.

- You're sorry?

- [Cooper] I'm sorry.

- I'm out of a pack of cigarettes, a job,

and any kind of self-respect
that I might have left,

and you're sorry?

- [Doug] Bob.

- Doug, the bartender.
(hand thudding)

Why don't you buy me a drink, huh,

so I can tell you my problems,

and they can just magically disappear?

(hand thudding)

Thanks, but tell you what.

I'll take a rain check, okay?

So, I wanna thank everyone
and all for a great evening,

and I think I just get the fuck out.

- Come on. Don't do this.

Just finish your game, and
let me make you another drink.

- I said no, thank you, all right?

Just gimme my shirt, Doug, all right?

- Come on, you're not leaving.

And if you ever (laughing) call
me Doug the bartender again,

I promise I'll piss in your
beer when you're not looking.

(Bob laughs)

[Doug] Name your poison.

- Tequila.

(Bob laughs)

And everything's okay, fine (laughs).

But I'm not playing pool

with your sorry ass, Cooper (laughs).

- Hey, I was hoping for a little
more of a challenge anyway.

(hand thudding)

- So, rack those babies
up and get ready to lose.

- You're on.

I just need to sit down for a little bit.

- Hey, wait a minute.

- Yeah?

- This is my game.

- Really?

I didn't see your name on the list.

Where's the list?

Let me see it.

- There isn't any list,
Nicky, but this is my game.

- What, you got a hearing problem

or just a death wish, George?

- This isn't fair.

I shoulda never had
last game to begin with.

I cleaned the can.

I waited for everyone else to play.

Now, it's my turn.

- I never got to play a full game.

- It's not my fault.

You forfeited.
(body thudding)

- [Doug] You let him go, Nick.

You hear me?

[Doug] You let him go.

- All right, fine, anything
you say, Dougie boy.

But I ain't playing him.

I'm not wasting my fucking time.

(George exhales)

- How long could it take

to kick George's in a game of nine ball?

- Come on, Nick.
(Cooper laughing)

Come on, Nicky, one game, you and me.

- Okay, fine, rack 'em.

Stay away from me, all right?

Just take your fucking shots
and stay the fuck away from me.

And it's my break.

- Thought we lagged for it.

[Bob]- Hey, Doug, that last concoction

of yours just knocked
me out for the night.

Don't even bother calling
me a cab or nothing,

because I plan on
spending night right here.

(Cooper laughing)
(balls clinking)

(Bob laughing)

- Can I get you anything?

- Oh, yeah, a pillow would be nice.

(Bob laughs)

Oh, thanks, man.

(cue clattering)

- So what are you gonna do?

- Fuck you think I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna hit the fucking three in.

- No, I mean about Cindy.

- Doug, will you please tell him

to shut the fuck up and play?

- George, would you please
just shut the fuck up and play?

- It's not my shot.

- It's not his shot, Nick.

(cue clattering)

(Nicky sighs)

(cue thudding)

- Hey, make me something, will ya?

- [Doug] What do you want?

- I don't care, anything.

Make me one of them special
fucking froo-froo drinks

like all those preppies order.

- George?

- I'll have the same thing Nicky's having.

- The fuck you will, George.

- Why not?

- Why not?

'Cause that's my fucking
drink, my special drink

that he's making for me and me only.

That's why not.

Why do you gotta be

such a fucking pain in
the ass all the time, huh?

Can you tell me that?

- I'm just trying to fit in.

- [Nicky] Well, you don't, all right?

You don't fucking fit in around
here, and you never will.

So, why don't you just stop trying

so fucking hard and pissing everybody off?

- [Doug] Nick.

- Doug, just shut the fuck up, all right?

Just butt the fuck out.

I mean it.

It's between me and George.

We're having a little
man-to-man talk here.

Isn't that right, George?

- Sure, Nicky.

- What are you doing?

Don't do, Jesus, George.

What the fuck are you doing?

- [George] I'm trying to hit the three in.

- Well, you can't hit it like
that straight in like that.

What the fuck's the matter with you?

[Nicky] Oh, man.
(glasses thudding)

The fuck is this?

- My last-call special.

- [Nicky] Two of them?

- Yeah, good addition, Nick.

(Nicky scoffs)

(ice cubes rattling)

(Nicky exhales)

(liquid sputtering)

(footsteps plodding)

- [Nicky] I'm going to the john.

- Oh, fuck.

- Are you okay?

- I'm gonna blow some chunks, man.

- Well, you're gonna have to fight it

'cause Nicky just went back there.

- You're shitting me.

That's not good.

The sink, let me use the sink.

(bar door clattering)

- Oh, no you don't.

I scrubbed that thing out for half an hour

last time you lost it.

- Come on, Doug.

I'm gonna blow, man.

(balls clinking)

Shit.

Okay, focus, concentrate, don't puke.

(Cooper groans)

Don't puke.

Do not puke.

You're not gonna puke.

Everything's cool.

Just don't puke.

(Cooper groans)

- Hey, man, you don't look so good.

- I can't help it, Bob.

We're gonna blow.

- Hey, hey, hey, get the
hell outta here, man.

Uh, uh, first of all,
(Cooper gagging)

you, you steal from me,
you lie to me, you fire me.

Now, you want to puke
all over my Black ass?

Get the hell outta here.
- Shit.

- What are friends for? (laughs)

- Shit, oh, shit, oh, shit.

Oh, shit (groans).

Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit.

(Cooper vomiting loudly)

(door clattering)

- George, for your
sake, I hope he made it.

- There's no way I'm cleaning that up.

- [Nicky] It's all part
of the job, Georgie.

Better get that mop ready

'cause I plan on finishing
you off right now.

- But it's still my shot.

- Where's the three ball?

- I hit it in the side pocket.

The fuck you did, George.

Where is it?

- I hit it in the side pocket,

straight in like you said, easy shot.

Now, the tough part's gonna be the four.

- Did anybody see him
hit in the three ball?

[Nicky] Huh?

Nobody saw you hit it in, George.

- That doesn't mean anything.

- Sure, it does.

It means, on top of being

a low-life, fucking pain-in-the-ass prick,

you're also a liar and a cheat.

- Nick.

- Shut up, Doug.

Shut the fuck up before I throw you

through that fucking wall, all right?

(door clattering)

[Nicky] Now, what are we
gonna do about this, George?

I can't let you just cheat
and get away with it.

- I didn't cheat.

[Nicky]- Don't you lie to me, George.

Don't you lie to me, man.

Don't you stand there in a $10
phony college cop's costume

and lie to me, George.

- I'm not lying.

I hit it in, straight in.

If you don't believe me, you could go-

- What?

What?

I, I can go, what, George?

- You can go fuck yourself.

- [Doug] Goddammit, guys.

- Shut up, shut up, okay?
(dramatic music)

This is between me and, uh,
I can go do what to myself?

- You heard me, Nicky.

I'm sick of you.

You think you're so much better than me?

You're the loser.

You walk around here, and you
treat everybody like shit,

and then you expect people
to feel sorry for you.

No one even wants you around here anymore.

And you wanna know why?

It's because they're tired of you.

And let me tell you something else.

The only person I ever saw
cheating around here was you.

Except I was always too
scared to say anything.

(dramatic music continues)

- That's good, George.

I'm glad, um, you're not
scared of me anymore.

I tell you what.

Just for being so brave,
I'll give you the first shot.

- Game's over.

- That's right, George, no more games.

(shirt rustling)

One free shot, and then it's my turn.

- Leave me alone.
(hand thudding)

- Hit me, George.

I said hit me.

Come on, hit me.

(dramatic music continues)

- I don't want to fight you, Nicky.

- Well, it's a little
fucking late to back out now,

don't you think, George?

You're not going home till
you hit me, just one swing.

Come on, motherfucker.

Hit me.

Hit me, George.

Come on, go for it.

Go for it.

Hit me, George.

Hit me so I can fucking kill you, George.

Hit me.

Come on.

(Nicky screaming)
(fist thudding)

(body thudding)

(dramatic music continues)

(George grunting)

(fists thudding)
(George grunting)

- [Nicky] Get off me.

(Nicky grunting)

- [Doug] Jesus Christ, Nick.

(Nicky grunting)

(George gasping)

(Nicky growling)

[Doug]- Fucking let me go.

Let go.

- Jesus Christ, Nicky, what the fuck?

You coulda killed him, you know that?

Is that what you wanted?

A soul wasn't enough, huh?

Gotta go that extra mile.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

He's your friend.

- [Cooper] Okay, Doug, it's over.

Let's, let's play one more game.

- What?

- One last game.

- Don't you think we
should go look for George?

- He'll be back.

If not, he made it home.

- [Bob] Coop's right.

I need something to come down from that.

- No lie, I'm still shaking.

- I still think we should go look for him.

- Give him 15 minutes.

If he's not back, we'll
all go find him, all right?

- All right, 15 minutes.

- [Bob] I'll break.

(energetic music)

- Doug, that's enough.
(balls clinking)

- You're shot, Dougie boy.

- I don't wanna see anymore, man.

I don't wanna see anymore.

- All right, one off the seven.

- That's an awful lot of real estate.

- [Doug] Nothing to it.

- Yeah, we'll see.

- I could do it blindfolded.

- Please, man, please.

- Wanna bet?

- Never bet last game.

It's bad luck.

- You're damn right it is.

It is.

- 10 Bucks says you miss.

- You're on.

- [Nick] Doug, didn't you hear me?

I've had enough, man.

Don't take that shot,
don't take that shot.

- Wait a minute.

Where's the blindfold?

(Doug laughs)

- Sorry, I left it at home.

- Well, check it out, baby.

I got your blindfold for ya.

- Don't touch that strobe, man.

Jesus, get away from that fucking thing.

(switch clicking)

- Oh, fuck, thanks, Bob.

- My pleasure.

- That'll do.

Come on, Doug.

Let's see that straightforward shot.

- Piece of cake.

♪ To make this your life ♪

♪ Gonna bet your life ♪

- [George] Nicky.

♪ Your dreams ♪

♪ Bet your life ♪

(gunshot blasting)

♪ But it seems that the
best thing's not for sale ♪

♪ Not for sale tonight ♪

♪ Not in an innocent way ♪

♪ Some live for danger ♪

♪ Some live for the fight ♪

♪ But you need more than money, honey ♪

♪ You gotta have love
to make it all right ♪

♪ Can you hear, my man ♪

♪ You better listen, or you're
gonna get this for life ♪

♪ Gonna bet your life ♪

♪ No time to chase ♪

♪ Bet your dreams ♪

♪ Bet your life and money ♪

♪ Honey ♪
♪ Gonna bet your life ♪

♪ No time to chase ♪

♪ Bet your dreams ♪

♪ Bet your life and money ♪

♪ I know sometimes ♪

♪ Sometimes it gets so hard, so hard ♪

(feet shuffling)

- It's your break.

(cue thudding)
(balls clinking)

Very nice.

(Nick laughing)

- God, I love this game.

- (laughing) Oh, me too.

I think it's one of the
things I miss the most,

simple cause and effect.

The shooter hits a ball,
that ball hits another,

and the laws of physics take over.

The thing is you can only
play what's on the table

at any given moment.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- Well, you're always saying

that life is just like nine ball,

no regrets and no apologies.

- Yeah, you take your shot.

You only got one.

- How many shots did you
have that night, Nick?

- What?

- How many chances did you
have to turn things around?

- Christ, I knew you couldn't
shut up and shoot pool.

- You had 1,000 chances, Nick,

and you blew every one of them.

- Just let it go, Doug, huh?

Just let it go.

- Oh, is that what you think?

And you think I'm holding you here?

You think we enjoy going
through this night after night?

- Then, leave me the fuck alone.

- (laughs) We can't.

You won't let us.

- What's it gonna take?

- You'll know.

(feet shuffling)

Nick.

Who's the shooter?

(cue clattering)

What do you say we take it
again from the same place?

(upbeat music)
(feet thudding)

(door clattering)

- [Punk] Hey, it's my dad.

(door slamming)

Hey, old man.
(punk laughing)

Did you know this is private property?

(fist thudding)
(Nick grunting)

(punk laughing)

(Nick groaning)

(foot thudding)

- [Punk] Oh, man, the way
that looked, it gotta hurt.

(punk grunting)
(fist thudding)

(punks laughing)

♪ Everything's gonna be all right ♪

(fist thudding)

(mellow rock music)

(mellow rock music continues)

♪ Seen you crying in the city tonight ♪

♪ How the world ain't treating you right ♪

♪ They shoulda seen you,
baby, in your prime ♪

♪ When you knocked 'em
dead at every line ♪

♪ Now, it showed in your emptiness ♪

♪ It hurts so bad to see you ♪

♪ Knocked down on your knees, yeah ♪

♪ Wish I'd never seen you down ♪

♪ Some bottle that you crawled inside ♪

♪ Till the pain was gone,
and your innocence died ♪

♪ Oh, now you see the world
from down on the floor ♪

♪ You can't take this, baby, anymore ♪

♪ It showed this emptiness, oh ♪

♪ It's only you, this emptiness ♪

♪ Hurts so bad to see you ♪

♪ Knocked down on your knees, oh ♪

♪ I wish I'd never seen you ♪

♪ Knocked down on your knees ♪

♪ Oh, it hurts so bad to see you ♪

♪ So bad ♪

(mellow rock music continues)

♪ Oh, is there something I can do ♪

♪ Something I can say ♪
♪ What can I say ♪

♪ Baby, when you need me ♪

♪ And the hole can go away ♪

♪ Hurts so bad to see you ♪

♪ Knocked down on your ♪

♪ Hurts so bad to see you ♪

♪ Knocked down on your knees ♪

♪ Hurts so bad to see you ♪

♪ Knocked down ♪

♪ Wish I'd never seen you ♪

♪ Knocked down ♪

♪ Hurts so bad to see you ♪

♪ Knocked down on your knees ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Well, till the pain was
gone, and your innocence died ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ Hurts so bad to see you ♪

♪ Oh, oh, baby ♪