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(DING)

(CAR WHIRRING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING IN BACKGROUND)

MAN 1:Everything she told us was true.

Same time, it was all a lie.

And yeah, she could be tough.

But in this world, she had to be.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

(SHUTS DOOR)

(INDISTINCT LYRICS)

(BALLS CLACKING IN BACKGROUND)

(FOOTFALLS)

Hey, welcome to Nick's.

I'm... I'm Little Nick.

MAN 2: You got that letter?

Diana.

You come to shoot pool?

Didn't come to adopt a puppy.

Of course.

Uh, what's your game?

DIANA: I'm partial to eight-ball.

For now, I'd just like to practice some.

Practice some comin up.

You want somethin to drink?

DIANA: I'm good.

Doing better than that.

LITTLE NICK: Sorry about that, maam.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

LITTLE NICK: Set up at this, uh, table in the corner.

It's six an hour, in advance.

You want a game, just find me or ask the old man there.

House gets 10% of the action.

What's the what-for for that?

Lot of places, a man don't make it to his vehicle

with his winnins intact.

That don't happen here.

I've heard tell a rough episode or two.

Well, it's pool, ain't it?

But in general, nothin' happens here

that Nick don't want to happen.

You're referrin to yourself in the third person?

Uh, no, no, ma'am.

I'm... I'm Little Nick.

I'm referrin to Nick that owns the place.

Huh.

(SCREWS CUE STICK TOGETHER)

(♪)

(BALLS CLACKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

♪ You are the color blue ♪

♪ As I'm lookin through ♪

♪ At the magic mood ♪

♪ I don't know what to do ♪

♪ When I look at you ♪

♪ Are you looking, too ♪

You got some pop.

Where'd you learn to shoot like this?

Man I know showed me.

(BALLS CLACKING)

MAN 3: That man got any claim on you?

No man's got a claim on me and never will.

That's a pretty forward question for someone who just met.

Privilege of ownership.

I'm Nick.

- Diana. - Huh.

How many Nicks y'all got around here?

Three. Only one that matters, though.

(MEN LAUGHING)

DIANA: Cute.

NICK: What brought you here?

My truck.

You just deliberately opaque, that's your deal?

I just don't like tellin total strangers my life story.

I did hear if you wanna get good at keno,

this is the place.

Well, your hearing's real good then.

Which one of you show ponies wanna

give this gal some instruction?

Depends on the kind you mean.

(LAUGHING)

- MAN 4: I'll show her. - MAN 5: I'll show her.

Yeah, I bet you will.

Sheila, get this girl a beer on the house.

Appreciate it, but I don't drink.

She don't drink.

NICK: Well, get her a sweet tea, sweetie.

Come find me when you're done and let me know what you think.

Pinch yourselves, ladies.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm Bobby.

Steve.

I can see that.

Diana.

BOBBY: Pleasure.

Have you ever played keno before?

Not as much as I'd like.

Every play seems to have different rules.

Well, it's pretty simple.

Conceptually, the idea is just to shoot a ball

up onto the board and then...

Yeah, and... And get the, uh, ball

into the same numbered hole.

O... or the, uh, double hole, but keep in mind,

the double hole only wins on the break.

Well, I was in the process of sayin' that.

Well, then just say it.

Can I try it?

- Yeah, please, sure. - Please.

DIANA: Thanks.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BALLS CLACKING)

Ooh!

(Laughing)

The board is greased lightnin.

It is.

Now, try again. Softer.

Y'all are payin for this table.

Let me pay my share.

STEVE: Oh, no. Wouldn't hear of it.

Uh, please be our guest.

Yeah.

That's mighty kind.

Thank you.

(BALLS CLACK)

Ooh!

Wrong hole, though, right?

Yeah, but you're gettin it.

(CHUCKLES)

BOBBY: I mean, it may look simple,

but this is the hardest shot in pool, bar none.

STEVE: Yeah, especially the double.

I mean, if you just miss that by a teeny weeny bit,

I mean, that ball just loops out.

- Can we try a game? - Oh.

DIANA: What's the stakes?

Uh, 10 a game, but you know what?

- You're just learning, so... - That's fine.

It's the best way to learn.

- BOBBY: Well, yeah. - STEVE: It's my break, so...

- No. - No, it is my break.

(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATION)

Could you just go?

Now, watch how he racks,

because in keno, rackin is critical.

BOBBY: The 14 and 5 balls usually go on the outside

'cause the 5 and 14 holes

are right next to the double hole.

So if you miss a double, you might get a winner anyway.

(BALLS CLACKING)

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Whoa, double, Bobby!

(BOBBY CHUCKLING)

Good shot.

BOBBY: Yeah.

- Um. - What?

Well, so he hit a double on the break,

which doubles the bet,

and, uh, until he misses, he keeps goin.

So I don't even get to shoot yet?

No, ma'am, not until I miss.

But I don't feel right takin your money.

Why not? I feel fine takin yours.

20, Old Nick.

OLD NICK: 20!

(BELL TINKLING)

Can't smoke in here.

He's smokin.

NICK: I didn't say he can't smoke.

I said you can't smoke.

Fuck you.

Oh, what the fuck, man?

You want some more? You wanna go?

- Fuck! - You wanna go?

I'm goin to the fuckin cops, you motherfucker!

You go call the cops, you big fat fuck!

Let me know how that works out for you.

Little Nick, get over here.

Come on.

Sweep this up before we burn the house down.

Fucker.

(SIGHS)

(CAR WHIRRING)

- MAN 6: Fuck you, motherfucker! - Enjoy the day.

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

(BALL CLACKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

(STEVE CHUCKLES)

Winner.

Another double, Bobby.

Two in a row!

Uh.

You're good.

- Well, um. - STEVE: Oh, um.

What now?

So that's his second double in a row,

uh, which means the bet doubles again.

See, as long as the shooter keeps makin' doubles

and doesn't miss, the bet keeps doublin.

And I don't get to quit until he misses?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

So that's the trap in keno?

BOBBY: Yes, ma'am.

But if that wasn't clear, we can drop it.

No, no, no.

I asked to learn. I'm learnin.

Uh, all right. 40, Nick.

Forty.

(BELL TINKLING)

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ You say, uh, give me this ♪

(BALL CLACKS)

♪ Uh, give me that ♪

(SIGHS)

- Did you just miss on purpose? - No way.

I think Steve here hosed me on the rack.

(CHUCKLES)

Your shot.

♪ Give me, give me ♪

♪ All the time ♪

(BALLS CLACKING)

STEVE: Winner.

BOBBY: Yeah. Good shot!

(Chuckles)

- My break? - Yes, ma'am.

Here you go.

10, Nick! Right?

- BOBBY: Yes, ma'am. - Ten!

(BELL TINKLING)

Anyone wanna help me rack?

I'll help you.

But, ma'am, you should know

you can only quit when it's your turn.

So if you shoot now and miss,

he can start doublin up on you all over again.

So you suggestin I stop?

Only if you wanna keep your money.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

Nicely played, gents.

Thanks for the tutorial.

BOBBY: Ma'am, now we weren't tryin to hustle you, I promise.

I didn't say you were. I said, Nicely played.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

Well, I didn't see you at all, but that was interestin.

Where you from?

Around.

NICK: Not around here.

You got some cute powers of observation.

She has some attitude.

DIANA: Thanks. I work hard on it.

Dollars to donuts, she's a womans libber.

Yep.

No offense, but my attitude's none of your damn business.

Here you go. I almost forgot.

I put it in a cup for you. For the road.

Hey, what's with the cell service here?

We're at the epicenter of Shitsville, honey.

This is the land time forgot.

Great.

Why you gonna be that way so much like that?

I heard the fellas here didn't wanna take your money,

but you gave it to em' anyway.

Now, normally I'd say you was hustlin them,

but you just got up and walked away without a fuck.

That's 'cause I wasn't hustling them.

You in a hurry to get somewhere?

I'm in no hurry to stay here if that's what you want.

Well, you lost some dough,

so why don't you let the house treat you to some supper?

I like the house, but I'm not particularly hungry

at the moment.

This is the only place for food for miles, and miles, and miles.

Come on, make the house happy.

There you go.

Sheila!

Make this pretty girl a catfish sandwich!

SHEILA: I hear ya!

(CROW CAWING IN BACKGROUND)

NICK: How's it goin out here?

Fine, sir.

Grab yourself a seat, missy.

NICK: Come on.

SHEILA: Here you go, sweet pea.

It's too greasy, just let it sit a bit.

Thank you.

- Either of you want anything? - I'm good.

If I would've wanted somethin, I would've goddamn told you,

wouldn't I?

I don't know what the fuck you do.

Jesus, mister.

NICK: Your attitude's none of my business,

so mine should be none of yours.

Now listen, may not look it, but this place

is doin real good.

Mm, nobody'd ever guess any different.

Low overhead, big stakes players all the time.

Don't have to worry about the law.

It's makin' a pretty penny, believe you me.

Mm, when you hit the cover of Fortune magazine,

be sure to let me know.

But even a successful establishment

could use an attraction.

And we think, with the right guidin hand,

you could be one.

You.

An attraction?

NICK: Yeah.

(SCOFFS)

What do I look like here, Shamu?

OLD NICK: A keno attraction.

Occasional eight-ball maybe, but keno.

I don't know if you noticed, but I just kinda lost my ass

at keno.

Still quite the ass.

And we did see what happened.

OLD NICK: You hardly knew keno,

but you got great pool skills

and you're a hell of a quick learner.

You even won a game off those crackers.

Those crackers went easy on me 'cause I'm a woman.

Whatever, that ain't the point.

What is the point?

Come on, missy, you ain't blind.

You're a looker, and you can play.

So let's make some money.

We'll give you a room. We'll train you.

And if you come through like we think, we'll back you.

Cover your losses.

We'll share in your winnins, of course.

And watch this clientele just grow.

Maybe put in a stripper pole for me.

Or rename the place Three Nicks Nookie Nook?

That's a good idea.

(LAUGHING)

You know what?

Thanks for the offer for supper,

but I'm not takin that either.

NICK: Oh, come on, girl, I was just kiddin'.

DIANA: I'm not!

Jesus Christ.

Boy, go get her.

Go on.

LITTLE NICK: Ma'am? Ma'am?

Hey, ma'am? Ma'am!

(GROANS)

Jesus Christ! You okay?

LITTLE NICK: Holy shit.

Fine. Hazard of one eye.

- Oh, God! Shit. - Okay, stop movin then.

Am I bleedin?

Hold still.

No.

You good. You okay?

Yeah.

Hey, listen, I couldn't help

overhearin your conversation back there,

and I think you should reconsider.

I bet you do.

Nick... not Old Nick, he's decent, but...

But Nick's an ordinary son of a bitch, to be sure,

but when he wants somethin, he can be different.

And I'm tellin' you, y'all could make a shit ton

of money.

How?

LITTLE NICK: You saw what happened in there.

Word gets around that you're staked here,

players come like flies to honey.

Staked how?

LITTLE NICK: Nick's money backin you.

His protection, too.

Protection from who? The cops?

Nah, Nick paid off the cops.

Protection from varmints tryin to mash you.

What about protection from Nick?

He ain't no saint, but he's too damn smart

to hurt his own golden goose,

if you don't mind the comparison, maam.

Back up a little.

I don't wanna lose my mirror.

Will you at least think about it?

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

Come back in! We can talk about it!

You can spend the night for free!

DIANA: Put some ice on that.

You're makin' a mistake!

Shit.

♪ Life ain't worth livin' ♪

♪ If I can't have you ♪

♪ Why should I go on ♪

♪ Always being so blue ♪

♪ So put your arms around me ♪

♪ Mm-hmm ♪

♪ Make me know your love is true ♪

♪ Life ain't worth livin' ♪

♪ If I can't have you ♪

♪ Now don't you know that I need you ♪

♪ Oh, so much ♪

♪ No, I don't want another ♪

♪ Can't stand another's touch ♪

♪ Yes, I'm satisfied with everything ♪

♪ But life aint worth livin' ♪

♪ When you're gone ♪

♪ When you're go ♪

(DOOR OPENS AND CREAKS IN BACKGROUND)

(CROWS CAWING IN DISTANCE)

LITTLE NICK: Hey.

Uh, you came back.

Didn't hear you drive up.

I did indeed drive up.

Right.

Great.

Well, I... I'll go tell Nick.

(SIGHS)

Hasn't made any donuts in a long time.

- You burned that. - Uh, it is...

- Whyd you do that? - SHEILA: (OVERLAPPING SPEECH)

Hey, hey, well, come on in!

- Good mornin. - OLD NICK: Welcome, welcome.

NICK: Good mornin, right here, sit by me if you don't mind.

Got business to talk about.

So the boy here tells me you've given up

on the woman's movement.

Cept for the one that men care about most.

(CHUCKLES)

Cute, cute.

I ain't givin up on shit.

Then why'd you come back?

Not for your charm.

Fine.

For the money.

With the doublin up and all,

Keno's the biggest money game in pool.

And folks say this is the keno capital

of the world, so...

It is. Of the world!

So as off puttin as you are, this is where I gotta be.

(SHEILA SCOFFS)

Sheila, Sheila, we're tryin to have a conversation here.

- SHEILA: Oh? - NICK: Can't you see that?

SHEILA: Well, bless your little hearts.

I see exactly what you're doin.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

(CHUCKLES) You two married?

- Fuck no! - Fuck no!

(NICK CHUCKLING)

Sure act like it.

(LAUGHS)

Now, before we make this arrangement,

I need to know, missy, that you will hustle.

If by hustlin you mean sandbaggin a liar or a cheat,

I got no truck.

If you mean takin some greenhorn for a ride

just 'cause he's green,

I did it on ocassion, but not anymore.

Even if said greenhorn would take some enjoyment

in hustlin you he you could.

Not unless there's some kinda justice in it.

What... what... What the hell does that mean?

Well, you got some kinda conceptual constipation?

It means levelin the scales somehow,

deliverin' a bad man his karma, that kinda thing.

NICK: Karma.

Hell, the only karma I know is a slut.

When she was blowin me, she was good karma.

And when she gave me the clap, she was bad karma.

Well, I hope you got that taken care of.

You know, if this is gonna be a deal breaker,

then let's stop wastin a good morning.

All right, all right, all right. Come on, sit down.

Just hang on and don't put your panties in a knot.

I can work with you on this unless...

Unless you're playin me.

Playing you?

You invited me here.

- OLD NICK: Hey, hey, hey. - SHEILA: Oh, oh, shit!

- Oh, all right, it's all right. - SHEILA: Shit, shit, shit!

OLD NICK: Oh! Is there any place, missy, that you need to be?

No.

'Cause you need to be here.

NICK: You need to learn the game of keno, right?

You need to be available to play at any time.

And when you're ready, if you're ready,

we're gonna get the word out that you're a keno ace.

And we will cover your losses.

So you're gonna get a room, not a great room,

but you're gonna have a room, and board, and a quarter

of your winnings.

All right, how much would that be ballpark?

NICK: Well, it depends on how good you get.

I mean, I've seen men come in here and drop, what,

20, 30 grand one night.

- Oh, hell, easy. - Easy.

- NICK: Easy. - Easy.

Okay.

Since you're not a... The generous type,

why would you cover my losses?

Well, it's a trade-off for your winnings.

And it's a smart thing to do because it gives you an edge.

See, most men have the fear of losing, but you won't.

Now, what's drivin this, honey?

Is it you wanna just get rich?

Call me a sap.

Friend of mine, pool player,

got cleaned out.

I aim to win some big stakes and get him even.

Lucky man.

You're a sap.

OLD NICK: How much you need, lady?

If I can wave 150 grand.

- Wooh! - Oh.

- (WHISTLES) - (LAUGHING)

It's a lot of dough. You better get real good.

I don't know if you have what it takes to beat that level

of high-stakes player.

Why is that?

Well, there's a reason why keno is a man's game.

This should be rich.

NICK: Men do all the huntin, don't they?

Why?

'Cause we're better at hittin targets than women.

(CHUCKLES)

That's a load of horseshit.

You know, most men can't even hit the toilet

when they're pissin.

(LAUGHS)

Well, maybe not him, but it's a fact.

Men are better than women.

If that's a fact...

you don't think I can handle the best,

what the hell you want me for?

NICK: Honey, darlin, we don't need you to be the best.

We just need you to be hot

and just a little bit better than whoever we pick

to play you.

How good are you under pressure?

NICK: Good point.

(SCOFFS)

When I was, uh, comin up,

my daddy regularly told me hed put a ball in my skull

if I missed a big shot.

And?

I didn't miss.

Well, then welcome.

Shamu.

(LAUGHING)

Fuck off.

All right, let's go.

Sheila, go help her out here.

Like I ain't got nothin' else to do?

I'll get my things.

Yeah, take it to her room, boy.

Boy!

Go help her.

OLD NICK: Easy, easy.

You keep an eye on her.

(CROW CAWING IN BACKGROUND)

SHEILA: Tain't no bathroom out here.

Use the one in the main house.

I got enough to do around here, so clean up after yourself.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(FLIPS SWITCH)

Oh, shit.

Get a bulb.

(DIANA WHISTLES)

Not great is right.

SHEILA: Hmm.

I... I need somethin, and you're not around,

just ask the rats?

SHEILA: Yeah.

You do say exactly what's on your mind, don't you?

(CHUCKLES)

All right, then.

Can I say somethin?

And I do mean this in the friendliest of ways.

I see the way my Nick looks at you.

- I catch you looking back... - Oh, Sheila.

You're gonna have more problems than rats.

I got no designs on your man.

Just see to it that you don't.

All right, here you go.

Trash heaps over yonder.

Save the trap.

I don't think she likes me.

Okay.

(DOOR CREAKS AND SHUTS IN BACKGROUND)

LITTLE NICK: Hey.

Follow me.

We don't open till around 2:00,

So, uh, we're gonna do this in here.

(FOOTFALLS)

OLD NICK: Hey, boy!

Give me a hand with the board, will ya?

NICK: Hey, Little Nick!

Man, this is your lucky day.

Look over here. Look what I got you.

Custom made for you.

- Real hip-lookin. - Real hip-lookin.

Put this lens in your pocket

so when you're outside, you got sunglasses.

(NICK CHUCKLING)

So, missy, how in the world did you find this place?

Up in Nashville, a guy gave me a flyer.

- Said he played here. - Copy that.

Think that could have been Burkees?

Fuck Burkees.

Blonde guy, tall, 30s?

Um, tall, 30s, but dark hair.

Well, Burkees might have dyed his hair.

NICK: Enough of Burkees.

Now, that power game you got goin on

might be good for intimidatin people

when you're playin eight-ball or nine-ball,

but keno is all finessed.

Now, my playin days is over,

'cause, well, my natural bridge is kinda fucked up.

So I use a wooden one now.

Come on down here.

Get down on that stance.

You got a good bridge workin for you now.

As low as I did.

That bridge goin.

Get back from that ball, okay?

Now we're gonna do it together here now, okay?

Back and forth.

- NICK: Back, forth. - (CHUCKLES)

NICK: Back, forth.

Back, forth.

- (OLD NICK CLEARS THROAT) - NICK: Back, forth.

Back, forth.

(BALL CLACKING)

NICK: Okay.

You're a piece of shit, Nick.

Now, you're gonna practice a couple 200,000 times,

then I'm gonna come back and check on you.

Boy, if you're gonna drool every time you look at her,

then put that lens in the glasses,

and turn your head around, and face the wall.

I'll be back.

Sheila!

Hey. Come here.

SHEILA: No, get the fuck away.

- NICK: Come here. - SHEILA: No.

- NICK: Calm down! - SHEILA: Get out!

NICK: Calm down!

My, my.

Here, uh, let me show you some tips for rackin.

No panacea or anything, but give you a good shot

at the double hole as any player on the planet.

Panacea.

That's a $100 word.

You in school?

Quit. Long time ago.

But I do like to read.

With my good eye.

How did you lose the other one?

(BALLS RATTLING)

Long story.

So, what you wanna do,

you wanna get the rack about yay far behind that dot

on the table right there, right?

Mm-hmm.

And then, uh...

Uh, and then you pull the, uh, balls

out of the middle like that.

Okay? You wanna try?

Yeah.

So, uh, Nick givin you a piece of my winnins or...

Uh, I wish.

What's your stake in this?

Tips and such?

For now.

- That's pretty good. - Thank you.

- You should break it. - I think I will.

You believe that shit Nick was spoutin

about women not being capable?

I try not to, ma'am.

(CHUCKLES)

At least you're honest.

So, who's the best high-stakes player in the world right now?

Well, a few years ago I was headin there.

Not anymore.

(BALL CLACKING)

Shit.

So, who is?

In the whole wide world?

Now, I tell you one thing, Nick used to be

in that conversation.

Now you ask 20 people, some'll say Tony Rooster Rose,

others say Beaumont DuBinion.

My opinion?

You know, I'm asking you, aren't I?

Well, I've seen Tony a few times and he's impressive,

don't get me wrong.

Keep in mind, DuBinion played here only once.

But if any man or woman in the world is better than him,

I wouldn't know how.

Well, then if I wanna be the best,

I gotta beat DuBinion.

LITTLE NICK: That ain't gonna happen.

If I'd easily hurt feelings, I'd say you just hurt 'em.

I'm sorry, I didnt... I didn't mean it personal

or nothin.

You... you may... You may get good enough.

That's for sure.

But, uh, I just don't think DuBinion's comin back here

is all after what happened.

What happened?

(SIGHS)

(SLIDES DOOR)

(DOOR CREAKS AND SHUT)

Now you can't tell anybody that you heard this from me, okay?

But, uh...

I'd feel remiss if I didn't warn you

about the man you're dealin with here.

DIANA: What man? Nick?

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

DIANA: Is this how Nick lost his fingers?

LITTLE NICK: No.

Some boys up in Memphis chopped em' off

a few months ago.

Here we go.

LITTLE NICK: This was before that.

(BOTH LAUGH)

I gotta say from the outset that Nick and Old Nick

did not do enough reconnoiterin

when it came to Beaumont DuBinion.

- OLD NICK: Right in, welcome. - DIANA: Quite a name.

LITTLE NICK: Pride of Mobile, Alabama.

(DIANA CHUCKLES)

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Beaumont DuBinion.

NICK: Well, well. Come on now. Come on now.

Thank you, thank you.

LITTLE NICK: See, Nick knew he was black,

and I think that blinded him to the reality.

See, more than any man before or after that,

Nick wanted to take that black man down.

Anyway, this DuBinion fella's like

Nick's polar opposite.

Friendly, big smile.

Good afternoon. How's everybody doin?

MAN 7: (INDISTINCT SPEECH)

BEAUMONT: All right.

Well, I'm hopin we can all provide y'all

with some quality entertainment today.

I'm Nick.

- Nice to meet you. - NICK: You, too.

Appreciate the invitation.

Now... thank you.

Sheila, take that coat.

Folks tell me that, uh, the house rules

in my neck of the woods is different from y'all's here.

Now, we say a man doubles up five times in a row,

then he's earned out.

But if he wants to go on and try for more,

the doublin starts over.

Well, here we'd call them pussy rules.

(LAUGHING)

I mean, here we just keep doublin and doublin

as long as a man can do it.

Now, not a lot of fellas around here,

cept me, can get to five, much less more.

Wow.

(CHUCKLES)

You hear the fishin in that?

Man is hopin to glean some of my secrets.

Tell you what, you wanna know what I'm capable of,

you're gonna have to pay to see it.

NICK: Yeah.

Now, we can start with, say, 500 a game.

Start wherever you want,

as long as we play by the house rule.

Your house, your rules.

Lag for break?

NICK: No. No.

What kind of a host would I be if I didn't say your choice?

(BEAUMONT LAUGHS)

Okay.

That's mighty hospitable of you.

NICK: Thank you.

I'll break.

I can tell you somethin right now, though.

I ain't quittin until I cleaned you out.

Well, then we could be here forever then.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BALLS CLACKING)

BEAUMONT: Come on. Come on.

(BALL CLACKS)

LITTLE NICK: Double.

Mr. DuBinion wins $1,000.

(CLAPPING)

(BALLS RATTLING)

Hes probably (INDISTINCT SPEECH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

All right. Here we go.

Goin for two in a row now.

I can count.

(LAUGHING)

♪ Well, the devil is a deceiver ♪

(BALLS CLACKING)

Come on, baby.

LITTLE NICK: Double.

Mr. DuBinion wins $2,000.

(CLAPPING)

♪ Well, the devil is a big liar ♪

♪ Say no ♪

♪ Yeah, the devil is a big liar ♪

♪ Say no ♪

♪ Well, the devil is a deceiver ♪

NICK: Yeah. That's it.

That's a double for Nick!

(CLAPPING)

Watch your back 'cause I'm comin up behind you.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ Dont pay no mind to the devil ♪

♪ Say no ♪

♪ Say no ♪

(BALLS CLACKING)

♪ Dont pay no mind to the devil ♪

♪ Say no ♪

CROWD: (TOGETHER) Oh!

LITTLE NICK: That's a miss.

Mr. DuBinion's shot.

♪ He wont treat nobody right ♪

♪ Say no to the devil ♪

Thats so fuckin close. I fuckin had that.

It was one of the longest matches anyone

in these parts ever seen.

Three days nonstop.

It went back and forth, and back and forth,

until the truth began to show it's face.

DuBinion was Nicks better.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

This fuckin asshole.

Huh, well, that's five doubles now, mister.

I'd love to go on for another, but from the look of things,

pussy rules or not, you can't afford it.

You got any more money or are you done?

How much is he shootin' for now?

He doubles, it'd be 64,000.

How much we got left?

Five or six grand, give or take.

NICK: Now I got 50,000 upstairs.

Can you cover the rest?

OLD NICK: He's whoopin your ass.

Take your medicine and call it a day.

I didn't ask you for your advice.

I asked you if you got nine grand.

Yeah. You pay me back.

Go for it, mister.

You better not fuckin miss.

You watch him now.

You know, some folks say that, uh,

you didn't think a black man could best you.

That the way you feel?

I wouldn't have volunteered it, but now that you ask me, yeah.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, in that case, I'm gonna have to disabuse you of that.

You better have.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BALLS CLACK)

Yeah, it's gonna be good.

Come on. Come on.

(BALL CLACKS)

LITTLE NICK: That's a miss. It's Nick's shot.

Yeah, well, ain't that the shits?

I mean, all that white man's money

almost in your pocket.

Wait a fuckin minute!

Lift up that board!

What are you talkin about?

BEAUMONT: Lift up the board!

There's somethin underneath that board!

Right there, lift up that board!

There's somethin underneath that board!

Lift up what?

Uh, you tilted the board now!

NICK: Did you put that there?

BEAUMONT: Bullshit! He threw off my shot!

Yeah, no wonder, I'm missin so many shots.

- BEAUMONT: He threw off my shot! - NICK: You put that there!

- You callin me a cheater? - Bullshit!

(GROANS)

BEAUMONT: What was that?

(GRUNTING)

Everybody, get the fuck out!

(GRUNTING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(♪)

(DOOR OPENS AND CREAKS)

(FOOTFALLS)

That son of a bitch cheated me with that coin.

Yall saw it.

I appreciate your help.

Well.

(DOOR CREAKS AND SHUTS)

(FOOTFALLS)

LITTLE NICK: I thought they was dead.

Then just before dawn, they up and drove out of here.

Ain't seen hide nor hair of em' since.

I heard old DuBinion got beat up so bad,

he lost both his kidneys.

Heard he had to get a donor or he'd a died.

And everyone around these parts believes it was DuBinion

who messed with the board?

You, too?

Well, he sure paid a price for it.

This man you're workin for, we're workin for...

He can be awful.

Then why do you stay?

Because he takes care of me.

I ain't got no other prospects.

I suppose right now you're asking yourself whether

or not you should stay here.

Accustomed to mean, but that is crossin my mind.

Well, like I told you before,

if Nick ain't got no reason to hurt you, he probably won't.

(CHUCKLES)

DIANA: Dont love hangin my hat on probably,

but I need to do this, so I'm just stickin around.

Why you need this so bad?

Who's this guy you're tryin to help?

Long story.

All right.

Meantime, you see somethin bad a comin, you find me.

Likewise, I see somethin, I'll let you know.

I appreciate that.

You're sweet.

(CHUCKLES)

Folks call me padiddle or cyclops, lighthouse.

I think that's my favorite.

(CHUCKLES)

Nobody ever called me sweet.

Well, don't argue with me or I'll take it back.

(CHUCKLES)

(BALLS CLACKING)

♪ Whoa, and the old man loved ♪

♪ Those young, young women ♪

♪ And the young girl loved ♪

Told ya, you need a breath routine

to find your rhythm.

♪ If you put looks ♪

♪ Against that old man money ♪

(INHALES, EXHALES)

♪ Old man money ♪

(BALLS RATTLING)

Just remember, good breath, stroke.

♪ Youll never win because you do you in ♪

(BALLS CLACKING)

(CHUCKLES)

♪ Make a little bit ♪

Again.

(BALLS RATTLING)

♪ Try ♪

(BALLS CLACKING)

Thanks.

♪ Oh, what money cant buy, they'll never miss it, no ♪

- (SIGHS) - Oh.

LITTLE NICK: Pretty close.

Again.

♪ And let their feet walk in it ♪

♪ So pretty while theyre savin' ♪

(KNOCKS)

Diana.

♪ I'll give it all they got ♪

♪ Until they aint got any ♪

Thanks.

♪ Old man money ♪

Rack again?

Yep.

Okay.

♪ Old man money ♪

(BALLS RATTLE)

NICK: All right.

That's enough practice.

You should be ready.

So later tonight, we're gonna see, missy.

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

(BALLS RATTLE)

(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

She's been practicin all of two weeks.

Think she can beat us?

Is that what you're sayin', sweet cheeks?

NICK: Uh-oh, be careful what you call her.

She bites.

DIANA: I'm not sayin' anything.

I hope I can give you a run for your money, though.

Don't kid yourself.

I'm just sayin' I might.

NICK: All right, Douche. You're first.

Douche?

Well, yeah, unless you're too tender

to play someone called Douche.

Whatever you guys call each other is your business.

DOUCHE: I know I'm callin this a fuckin waste of time.

So can we get this over with?

DIANA: You got a real name like John or Dave or somethin'?

DOUCHE: Nothin' you need to worry yourself with.

What are we playin for?

Well, since I'm ridin' both of you...

Well, maybe not you yet.

Um, let's just play for braggin' rights.

How about she loses, she gets the fuck gone?

Lag, Douche.

(CHALKS THE CUE STICK)

You watchin?

(BALL CLACKS)

NICK: Ooh!

Pretty good, pretty good.

You can't beat that.

I'll break.

I do get to try, don't I?

Yeah.

(LAUGHS)

- Come on. - (CLAPS)

It's total fuckin luck.

I guess I get why you call him Douche.

More I see this gal, the more I like.

Yeah, more I feel the opposite.

Look at the way she racks.

She ain't got a prayer.

(♪)

NICK: She's got balls, give her that.

(BALL CLACKS)

(CHALKS THE CUE STICK)

Is she gonna shoot?

(TAKES DEEP BREATHS)

(♪)

(BALLS CLACKING)

Winner, Diana!

(LAUGHS)

I guess they're not gonna call you Douche the Diviner.

(NICK LAUGHING)

What do you call him?

Tell her.

Bag. We call him Bag.

Of course you do.

(BALLS RATTLING)

Well, you're a fast learner, girlie.

I'll give you that.

I mean, Douche ain't no world burner,

but he's a player.

Little Nick here's a good teacher.

She's a killer hard worker, sir.

(FIRE CRACKLING)

Where them sunglasses I gave you, boy?

I sat on em'.

NICK: He sat on em'.

Jesus Christ.

See if I ever give you a gift again.

LITTLE NICK: Sorry.

By the way,

here's that, uh, flyer that man showed me.

Let me see.

Oh, yeah, I've seen that.

LITTLE ICK: Ah, it's the oldie but a goodie.

That's Burkees.

Look, there's Douche.

Hey, Sheila!

Sheila!

What?

I want you to get Douche's stuff and get it outside here,

and bring Diana's things into the big house.

Ugh, can't they do it themselves?

You don't need to do that. I'm fine out here.

I know I don't have to do it, but I'm gonna do it.

He wouldn't want no room he didn't earn.

Would you, Douche?

Fuck you.

Just go fuck you both.

Seriously, I don't wanna take his room away from him.

It's not your call.

Hey, Nick!

Nick!

These show ponies gettin all soft thinkin'

that their positions secure out here, but it ain't.

That goes for you, too.

It goes for everybody, don't it, boy?

Yes, sir.

Hey, Nick, come down here.

- What, you calling me? - I'm calling you.

I want you to set a match for Diana here

against Harvey Block.

And invite some spectators.

You really wanna put her through that?

She good, but she ain't ready!

I ain't askin' your opinion, old man.

Just set the match up.

Hit me if you want, but Old Nick's right.

Match with Block's premature.

Okay, somebody wanna tell me who this Block fella is

or just keep talkin like I'm not here?

He's a rich motherfucker.

LITTLE NICK: The Prince of Darkness.

Yeah.

Likes whips and shit.

OLD NICK: He's a scary, sick, intimidatin' fuckhead.

Well, she just beat Douche.

I mean, he's fairly intimidatin.

Was.

Was intimidatin, maybe, back in the day,

but not like Block.

Douche is all bluster, sir.

She picked up on that right away.

Kid's right there.

No man who lets you call him Douche is intimidatin.

Block's different.

All right, drop the psycho analysis of the psycho!

What you fail to grasp here

is the level of our attraction we got.

Now, yeah, you might be over your head,

but not everybody loves Block.

He's got a lot of haters out there,

and if you beat him, your reputation will explode.

And if you lose, well, then your rematch

will get even more attention.

Little Nick, if you wanna be part of my management,

you gotta start thinkin'.

You might be missin an eye, you're not missing a brain.

- Do you hear me? - Yes, sir.

All right, set that match up

between her and that basement weirdo.

(SIGHS)

(BALL CLACKING)

(INDISTINCT SPEECH)

(BALLS CLACKING)

You got any painkillers?

What?

(DOUCHE GROANS)

Oh, my God, what happened?

- Fuckin Nick. - I'm fine.

Nose is broke. Might lose a tooth.

It'll grow back.

Nick said he ain't tryin' anymore.

Disrespectin his investment.

That true?

DOUCHE: That's fuckin bullshit.

He ain't doin shit for me anymore.

Ain't gettin me games.

I'm fuckin... Sheila, it fuckin' hurts when you're doin that!

Then you take care of yourself.

Here.

SHEILA: Thank you.

All right, come on, boy.

Let's clean up inside.

(SIGHS)

(PILLS RATTLING)

Here, take one of these.

(GRUNTS)

What is it?

Vicodin.

You know, crossin' Nick's kinda dumb if you ask me.

He took all my money.

He's got no right to do that.

I don't think rights got much to do with things Nick-wise.

I say get away now, far as you can.

If I stay in the world of pool, he'll find me, wherever I go.

- Then get out. - DOUCHE: I can't.

I ain't good at nothin' else.

Besides, you're just tryin' to get rid of competition, right?

Absolutely.

If you need another one, let me know.

(DOOR CREAKS AND SHUTS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING IN BACKGROUND)

(GENERATOR WHIRRING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

(CAP RATTLING)

Son of a bitch is comin.

Hey, Blocks a-comin, Nick!

You hear me?

NICK: I heard you, you old goat!

Well, then say so, god damn it!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

(KNOCKS)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

You okay, honey?

You done eat somethin' bad?

Every day since I've been here.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

No, this is just nerves.

Get em' every time before a big match.

My daddy made damn sure of that.

(Sighs)

Well, these don't flatter me no more.

Thought you might could use em'.

What's that?

Nothin', I just slipped carryin' a tray.

Tell me or I'll ask Nick myself.

We had a few choice words about some things is all.

- DIANA: Let me see. - No, it's all right.

I gave him some back.

Don't say anything to him.

It's only gonna make matters worse.

So this, uh, Block fella you're playin',

he is a real perv.

(CHUCKLES)

He's gonna like this getup way too much

to focus on keno, get my drift.

(CHUCKLES)

I don't know.

SHEILA: Uh, it's your call. It's just a thought.

It'll be better for all of us, though, if you win.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Block's on the way.

Brought you this here for luck.

An actual rabbit's foot, seriously?

Hey, it's a thing for a reason.

Lotta good it's done you.

Thank you.

(DOOR CREAKS AND SHUT)

(SIGHS)

So he says to me, Harv, join the League of Women Voters.

You'll be the only man there.

The odds are good.

I said, The odds may be good, but the goods are odd.

(LAUGHING)

NICK: Harvey, this is Diana.

That's Harvey Block, our local sick fuck.

HARVEY: Holy shit!

Look at you.

That's a great belly ring.

Complete with a provocative little scar there.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

HARVEY: So what's it from?

Result of a brawl.

Nick, you said she was pretty.

You didn't say she was the hottest piece of poon

ever flashed the ground neath a woman's feet.

(LAUGHING)

Did he just say that?

NICK: Yeah, he's a real charmer.

I got an idea.

You win, I'll pay the bet.

I win, you come to my basement

and we'll hit that double hole together all night long.

(CROWD JEERING, WHISTLING)

Mister, I came to play keno.

The only way I'm gonna end up in your basement is dead.

(CHUCKLES)

I'm open to that.

(LAUGHING)

- Fuck this. - Uh, no, I got it, I got it.

No!

NICK: Hey.

Did I... did I say something to offend her?

Hey, Diana. Come on, come here.

That's the vilest man I've ever met.

And you didn't have my back!

Come on, you're toughern this.

You are.

You've chewed up mashers like him for breakfast.

Mashers is one thing.

Twisted fucks is another!

NICK: Come on.

He's into S&M so he likes punishment.

So why don't we punish him and take all his money?

HARVEY: I wouldn't mind touchin' her.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

HARVEY: All right.

Welly, welly, looks like my basement prospects

are improvin'.

Just, Harve, play keno.

You got it.

(♪)

I'm just admirin' what you put there for me to see.

Get out of her shot, Harve.

- Get out of her shot. - Okay, okay, okay.

While I do try not to stare at them great titties.

(LAUGHS)

(BALLS CLACK)

Miss. Mr. Block's shot.

HARVEY: Oh, too bad, four lips.

- (BALLS CLACK) - HARVEY: Whoa there!

You son of a bitch, I've had it!

- No, no, no, no! - I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!

Girl, calm down!

I'm gonna stick a cue stick far up your ass!

Thats it, some more refreshments, everybody!

(OVERLAPPING SPEECH)

Fuck you!

No, not now, honey! Later!

Shut the fuck up, Harve!

Jesus, fucking cunt.

Hey, hey, hey! Hey!

What the fuck is the matter with you?

What the fuck is the matter with me?

- He's a freak! - I told you she weren't ready.

- Hell, I'm not! - LITTLE NICK: So did I.

All right, all right.

Don't ever goddamn tell me I told you so.

Okay, just calm down, son.

She's bettern him!

She can wipe the table with him.

All we're sayin' is you gotta calm down.

That's 20 grand of my money! My money!

He's just intimidatin the shit out of her.

And she's fuckin' this whole thing up

with a goddamn temper.

We hear you.

Let us talk.

(OPENS THE DOOR)

I backed you because I thought you was tough and smart.

Did I fuck that up?

God!

(SLAMS DOORFRAME)

Fuck him, I'm not goin' back in there.

And we don't blame you, do we?

Say the word, I'll punch Block's face out.

Yeah, but here's the deal.

It's a strategy, see?

And he's doin' it on purpose!

'Cause Nick's right, you're bettern him.

But he done got to you the moment you walked in

and he's just milkin it.

What am I supposed to do? He's an insult to all women.

- You want to beat him? - No shit!

Then calm down.

See, his weakness and jump on it,

but you got to get over yourself!

Get out.

Get out and let me think.

You... you comin back out, ain't you?

(SHUTS DOOR)

(STOMPS FOOT)

(SLAMS DOOR)

(SIGHS)

You know, in the good ole days, the Greeks took a vote

to see who had more pleasure with sex, men or women?

And you know what they decided?

DIANA: What'd they decide?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

HARVEY: Holy fucking shit.

You ready to play, sweet boy?

(CHUCKLES)

I'm, uh...

- Um. - HARVEY: I'm, uh...

Uh, uh.

What, you never seen a woman dress like this before?

So does this...

Does this mean what I hope it means?

No, it means whatever you want, baby.

- Double the stakes? - NICK: Nick?

Yeah, we're good.

Uh, sure.

(♪)

(CHALKS THE CUE STICK AND BLOWS AIR)

(HARVEY CHUCKLING)

(BALLS CLACKING)

LITTLE NICK: Scratch. Diana's shot.

Ooh, that was real close, honey.

Damn, if I don't have this five ball right here.

(NICK LAUGHING)

LITTLE NICK: Winner, Diana.

Looky there.

(BLOWS AIR)

I win.

Hmm.

(BALLS RATTLING)

(BALL CLACKS)

(LAUGHING)

(CROWD CLAPPING)

(BALLS CLACK)

(CHEERING)

(CROWD CLAPPING)

(♪)

Could you just back off?

Well, I'm just lookin at what you put there

for me to see.

(MIMICKING)

(LAUGHS)

Okay, I'll move.

Oh, and, Harve, fore you shoot, and miss,

and lose all your money,

I notice you've been admirin my belly ring.

See what it is?

It's a rack.

And some little balls on a chain.

You make this shot and I'll give em' to you,

'cause they're a hell of a lot bigger than yours.

(LAUGHING)

Go on.

(BALLS CLACKING)

Fuck!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hi. (HIGH-FIVES)

Hey!

(HIGH-FIVES)

That was you.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey, man.

(HIGH-FIVES)

Thank you so much.

Hey. Hows it goin?

LITTLE NICK: Ladies and gentlemen, Diana!

Wooh!

(CHEERING)

Good win.

(CROWD MEMBER WHISTLING)

SHEILA: Get your ass up here, Nick.

Hey.

(CHUCKLES)

OLD NICK: There we go.

Where you been, old fella?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Get off the table!

LITTLE NICK: It's okay.

I'm refurbishin it tomorrow.

Get the fuck down!

Get down, off that fuckin' thing!

Turn this shit off!

How's a man supposed to sleep?

DIANA: Oh, come on, Nick, celebrate!

We just skunked that man!

You skunked him.

(DISENGAGES STYLUS)

Get out! Now!

All right, folks, party's over.

- Yeah. - I know. I know.

DIANA: What the hell's his problem?

Uh, he don't know how to have fun.

Never has.

Unless hes the center of attention.

DIANA: Of course.

Hey, uh, can you give me a hand with somethin'?

Sure.

So what the hell's goin' on here?

What'd you mean?

Nick, Old Nick, Little Nick.

Y'all related?

This a cult?

What's the deal?

You're into it kinda deep, but late to be askin' now,

don't you think?

Yet I am indeed askin'.

Old Nick and Nick are father and son.

I'm just a stray they took in after my folks died.

Lucky you.

Does he own this place or Old Nick?

It was originally Old Nick's.

He was always gonna will it to Nick,

but Nick badgered the old man into deedin' it to him early.

After a while, Old Nick just turned into a doormat.

And what about you?

I came here when I was 12.

I was already a decent player, and like you,

Nick considered me an attraction.

I was The Kid.

(DIANA CHUCKLES)

LITTLE NICK: Douche was just startin here at the time,

and Nick's star was a hustler named Berkees.

Guy on the flyer?

LITTLE NICK: Yeah.

One night, Berkees played stone, lost 12 grand,

and he made the mistake of actin' like it was no big deal.

Next mornin', Nick woke me up at dawn

and walked me out to Berkees' trailer.

I knocked, and when he opened the door,

Nick grabbed him by the hair, slammed his face

into the sink faucet, bam, bam!

Teeth was flyin', eyeballs was flyin'.

It's the worst damn beatin' I ever saw

with two eyes, anyway.

Now, Berkees never showed up here again,

and nobody asked what happened to him

'cause they was all too afraid to.

Oh, my God.

So what exactly are you stickin' around for?

LITTLE NICK: Nick ain't got no kids.

He says he'll leave me the place

if I show him the proper management skills.

You're like 20?

17.

- And he's what, 50? - About.

Have to saw him in half, count his rings

to know for sure.

He could live to be a 100.

That's a long time to be hangin' around.

Well, I got plans.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Nick, he's so damn cheap, let this house go to hell.

But there's seven acres here,

and this area's hurtin' for family entertainment.

See, I'm figurein', fix the place up,

put in a dance hall, some video games,

and outside, a truck museum.

(CHUCKLES)

Truck museum?

Yeah! Vintage, big rigs!

You ever met a kid who weren't dyin' to drive a truck?

Here, long as they can see over the steering wheel,

they got an adult with em',

they can drive em' all over the property.

- That's kinda cool. - Uh-uh.

You ask Nick about it?

Old Nick loves it.

Nick just whacked me upside the head

and told me to take care of the tables.

Hey, Diana.

DIANA: Mm-hmm?

LITTLE NICK: Can I ask you somethin'?

Of course.

Can I kiss you?

It's just bein around you and... And lookin at you.

- I don't know. - Oh, Nick.

- LITTLE NICK: Can I kiss you? - Um...

- Oh! - Shit, this fuckin' eye.

Nick, no. I can't.

Sorry.

DIANA: No! Hey, don't be sorry.

I think you're wonderful.

You're straightforward and you're honest.

In another world, another time, this could have happened.

What's wrong with this world?

DIANA: I'm too old.

You're too young.

And I got me somebody.

That guy you're tryin' to help.

And you love him?

Crazy about.

Do anything for him.

But, hey, somewhere out there, there's a lucky girl

waitin' for you, I promise.

What girl'd feel lucky gettin me?

Girl with one eye?

(DIANA CHUCKLES)

DIANA: Come on.

Let's get this shit inside.

Romeo.

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

(KNOCKS)

Douche, it's Diana. You decent?

DOUCHE: Yeah, I'm cool. I'm cool.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DOUCHE GRUNTS)

(DOOR SHUTS IN BACKGROUND)

Take this and get the hell out of here.

What is it?

DIANA: Gas money.

This is more'n gas money.

No way am I takin' this.

DIANA: Then call it a loan.

You're on Nick's bad side, and you gotta get out of here.

DOUCHE: I told you I ain't got nowhere else to go.

What about Florida, California?

I'd always be lookin' over my shoulder.

DIANA: Why? You owe money or somethin'?

No, but I know things.

DIANA: Like what?

Things you're better off not knowin'.

Well, you need to get goin', so take that and use it.

DIANA: I can't.

I take this and Nick finds it,

he'll kill me for holdin out on him.

Hyman.

After my Grandpa Hyman.

Poor bastard.

Please don't spread that around, okay?

Good night, Hyman.

(DOOR CREAKS AND SHUTS)

(DOOR OPENS)

What are you doin' in my room?

(WATER DRIPPING IN BACKGROUND)

NICK: Y'all kept me up all night with your celebratin'.

No point tryin' to sleep now. Might as well talk.

DIANA: Well, I'm talked out.

This won't take long.

Close the door.

(SHUTS THE DOOR)

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN BACKGROUND)

NICK: Over here.

Come on.

What are you hidin'?

What do you mean?

Everyone's hidin' somethin' or other.

This guy you're supposedly helpin',

how come he's never around?

'Cause he doesn't know I'm helpin' or where I am.

NICK: Are we gonna meet him?

If he finds me, sure.

Why, you're in for some male company?

(LAUGHS)

Let me see your cell phone.

What for?

NICK: I'm thinkin' of gettin one just like it.

(OPENS DRAWER)

(FOOTFALLS)

No, um, show me.

(KEY BEEPS)

That's my contacts.

Mm-hmm.

(KEY BEEPS)

- Theres my recent calls. - NICK: Recent calls.

NICK: Well, okay.

(CLOSES PHONE)

Whatever you're up to.

You refusin' to hustles costin' us a lot of money.

DIANA: What we just took off that perverted piece of shit

wasn't enough for you?

There ain't no such thing as enough.

I mean, if you would've just worked with him a little bit.

You know what your problem is?

You arent thinkin' big enough.

Now what the hell's that supposed to mean?

Hustlin's Loserville.

Once word gets out that that's what we're doin',

only a matter of time before I'm all used up.

Like Douche and Bag.

They've had their day. What are you gettin' at?

You saw I got control of my temper.

NICK: I did.

So let's go big.

Put the word out I'm the best keno player alive.

Lure in the greatest players with the biggest egos, wallets.

Tony Rooster Rose Rebel, that... that man from Mobile.

DuBinion, hed never comin' back here.

DIANA: Whatever.

My point is...

big players doublin up for big cash.

That is your dream, isn't it?

Maybe.

Let's go big.

Oh, I can go big.

But you better deliver.

(SIGHS)

(OPENS DOOR)

I gotta get some sleep.

Come on.

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

(SNIFFING)

(SHUTS DOOR)

(♪)

(CROW CAWING)

(♪)

(BALLS CLACK)

Want a sweet tea?

For the road?

(BOTH LAUGH)

(BALLS CLACK)

DIANA: Nick, four grand.

Four grand.

(BELL TINKLING)

(NOTES RUSTLING)

(BALLS CLACKING)

(♪)

(JUKE BOX LID SQUEAKS)

Oh, yeah.

DIANA: She burns everything every fuckin' time.

I love her, but, man.

Hey, hey.

Hey.

NICK: What you got?

Well.

I kinda like bankin' that 10.

I prefer the 12, easier shot.

Okay, let's see it.

(DOOR CREAKS IN BACKGROUND)

BEAUMONT: I hear...

(DOOR SHUTS)

That you braggin' that you got the best keno shooter

in the world.

Holy shit.

From my perch, I take that as a personal slander

'cause I'm the best.

Well, well, well.

I never thought you'd have the guts to show your face

in here again.

I saw your new flyer.

A woman? Really?

Yeah, oh, yeah. Uh-huh.

Flyers never lie. Flyers don't cheat.

You know, you don't seem as relaxed this time around.

No, I'm not.

But I seem to have caught you with your pants down, didn't I?

'Cause I don't see your guard out front.

You trying to think stupid, then?

Sheriff's gonna know it was you.

Oh, yeah, I'm quakin in my fuckin' boots.

All I'm here to do is shoot keno,

you son of a bitch.

You ready?

Diana, this here's Mr. DuBinion.

Just kick his ass.

Okay.

Boy.

(BALLS RATTLING)

(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)

(BALLS CLACK)

Oh, come on, five, up you go.

Get up there.

(BALLS CLACK)

Damn it!

LITTLE NICK: Miss. Mr. DuBinion's shot.

Huh, she talks to the ball.

You teach her that one, Nick?

Won't do her no good no way.

You wanna know why, honey?

It's 'cause the balls...

(BALLS CLACK)

BEAUMONT: Only listen to me.

Get up there, 14.

LITTLE NICK: Winner.

- Mr. DuBinion. - Shit.

BEAUMONT: See?

Fuck off.

(LAUGHS)

♪ Why she left me ♪

♪ I'll never know ♪

(BALLS CLACKING)

LITTLE NICK: Miss. Mr. DuBinion's turn.

(BALLS CLACKING)

LITTLE NICK: Double. Mr. DuBinion.

(BALLS CLACKING)

LITTLE NICK: Double. Mr. DuBinion.

(BALLS CLACKING)

LITTLE NICK: Double. Mr. DuBinion.

That's how many doubles?

LITTLE NICK: Uh, four.

And how much money am I winnin?

Uh, 30,000.

BEAUMONT: You mean 32,000.

Well, get it right then!

Hey, treat me however you want,

but you don't need to be mean to the boy.

BEAUMONT: You shootin' for this bastard here

and you wanna be lecturin' me?

Keep your damn thoughts to yourself.

(BALLS RATTLING)

(BALLS CLACK)

LITTLE NICK: Miss. Diana's shot.

Okay, wait a minute, boy.

How many she missed in a row now?

LITTLE NICK: Uh, doubles? Three.

How many regular shots?

LITTLE NICK: Three also.

We're done.

DuBinion, take your money and get the fuck out.

We're done.

Nick, I can beat him.

We're done, we're done, girl.

I said, We're done.

Fuck this.

DuBinion, take your money. We're done.

DIANA: fuckin' dick.

She's not gonna shake the winner's hand?

You still owe me, you son of a bitch.

(FOOTFALLS)

fuckin' dick.

Piece of shit.

NICK: Hey, we're done here!

Get your shit and get out.

What?

They told me you couldn't handle the big time.

I should've listened to em'.

Get the fuck gone.

Nick!

(DOOR SHUTS)

Nick!

Hang on!

I can beat these guys.

You know I got the skills!

NICK: I believed in you and you choked.

You're not ready and never will be.

DIANA: Well, how about if I cover my loss?

- Waste of my time. - How?

Sittin' around watchin you lose.

One match. I've lost one match!

Come on!

That man DuBinion wants more of you and you want more of him!

Conversation is over! Stay out of my face!

(PANTS)

(♪)

(KNOCKS)

Nick!

Nick, I understand how you feel and I got an idea.

(PANTS)

Nick, I'll hustle.

You hear me?

That man DuBinion is an asshole,

and he cheated you, and I'll hustle him.

(DOOR CREAKS)

How'd you know DuBinion cheated me?

What?

Anybody around here'll tell you that.

(♪)

Follow the piper. Come on.

Little Nick, come on, boy.

Take this cover off.

The day's about to begin.

Let's be ready for the customers.

All right, listen up now.

DuBinion likes to make his double hole winners

off the rail to his right.

So when the crunch time comes,

and believe me there's gonna be a crunch time,

and you're not as good as you think you are,

we're gonna take this shim

and we're gonna put it right there.

And it's gonna throw off the bounce just enough

that he's gonna miss that shot guaranteed.

He's not gonna see that thing?

DuBinion's gonna be watchin' us like a hawk.

How you gonna get it in there without him seein' it?

No one's gonna be payin' any attention to the boy.

And when DuBinion's rackin', sweatin' bullets,

you're gonna do it.

I don't wanna do that.

Come again?

I don't. I d... I dont... I... I...

I mean, I... I ain't sayin' I won't, I just...

NICK: Well, then what are you sayin'?

What?

LITTLE NICK: I just... S-hut the fuck up.

You're doin' it.

You all right with this, Miss Karma?

Turnabout's fair play, so sure.

NICK: Good.

But he's not gonna buy that you're backin' me

after what I just lost.

So how you gonna lure him back here?

Well, we're just gonna have to get the word out

that you beat some big dicks.

So we need to set up three matches with her,

Tulsa, Rebel, and Tony Rooster Rose.

If you don't choke and you beat em' all,

then DuBinion's gonna hear all about it.

And between his grudge with me and his ego,

he'll come a-callin'.

And it's gonna make that boyfriend

of yours real happy, right?

When we win, you bet.

NICK: Good.

Boy, get your shim out. Get it out.

On the phone.

Sheila.

♪ When you're down, pretty baby ♪

(BALLS CLACK)

♪ Oh, what I'm sayin' now ♪

(BALLS CLACK)

- Yeah! - (DIANA LAUGHING)

There it is!

Double and game.

And that's 24,000 for Diana.

Tulsa, if you don't want another game?

Actually, I do not.

(CROWD CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

(BALLS CLACK)

♪ When you get some on you, baby ♪

♪ You better hold on to what you got ♪

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah.

(CLAPPING)

(LAUGHS)

♪ When you get some money, baby ♪

Boy?

Uh, double.

That's game, and 40,000 for Diana.

(CLAPPING)

Congratulations, Nick, you fuck.

Why are you congratulatin him?

You want another game there, Rebel?

All I got left on me is my Harley, Nick.

Unless you want me living here, I'd best be holdin' on to that.

♪ When you walk on the sidewalk ♪

♪ You won't even shed a tear ♪

♪ 'Cause when you're down, pretty baby ♪

(INDISTINCT LYRICS)

(BALLS CLACKING)

♪ You better believe it ♪

Holy shit!

That's a legal double!

NICK: Yeah!

(APPLAUSE)

Yeah!

MAN 8: Damn! That is some shoot.

Nick, what you feelin about extendin me some credit?

Tony, I'd rather have a hot poker up my ass.

(LAUGHING)

Then, pretty lady, you make this,

Tony the Rooster Rose is done crowin'.

Unless you take pity.

(BALLS CLACKING)

(CROWD CHEERING, CLAPPING)

OLD NICK: Yeah.

LITTLE NICK: That's the winner!

OLD NICK: Just like that!

Pay it up.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

News travels fast.

DuBinion's ready for a rematch if you still want it.

Yes!

Yes.

(♪)

(BIRDS CHIRPING AND CROW CAWING IN DISTANCE)

(♪)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

(TAKES DEEP BREATHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Come on. Come on. Come on in.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(♪)

Fuck, man.

Fuck that shit.

Fuck.

OLD NICK: Welcome. Welcome, welcome.

(DOOR SHUTS IN BACKGROUND)

Folks, this is the challenger,

Mr. Beaumont DuBinion from Mobile.

(CLAPPING)

OLD NICK: And you all know Diana.

(CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

Now most of y'all probably don't know,

but we all played a few weeks back,

and well, I kicked her ass.

So I just love it when folks are gluttons for punishment.

It's nothin' personal to you, ma'am.

But since you're still a-shootin' for Nick,

I'm gonna break you completely this time.

Game on.

NICK: Okay, okay, okay.

Appreciate y'all comin' here

and slippin' your fat asses into these little chairs.

(LAUGHING)

Um, for this match only,

the house is gonna wave it's vig on all side bets, all of em'.

(CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

That's how we're gonna play this?

That's exactly how we gonna play this.

NICK: Fine.

Now, per our deal, his house, my board.

No quarters under it, see?

Yeah.

Boy.

Now just so we all got things clear,

first day winner in the first two rows pays 1,000.

Winner in the back two rows pays 1,500.

And double pays, well, you guessed it, double.

You can double up to five times in a row,

but then after the fifth time, the doublin' starts over

with a new base bet at 2,000.

Now if either player doubles up five times in a row twice,

then the other player can call uncle and quit.

Day two is optional, rules and stakes to be determined.

Well, that's what we decided.

BEAUMONT: Huh?

Well, for any of y'all feelin' ill at ease about y'all safety...

I'm not.

- My man here... - We good.

From the Mobile Police Department.

And she, well, she's an ex-state trooper.

Now they not here to start any trouble,

just to make sure nobody else does.

Ain't gonna be no trouble.

No.

Not like last time when you and your thugs beat me so bad

that I lost both of my kidneys.

NICK: You tried to cheat.

You had it comin, you know you did.

BEAUMONT: Bullshit.

Hey, this could be you if you lose.

So be careful.

NICK: Let us know when you're ready, DuBinion.

Anytime, let us know when you're ready.

I will, don't you worry now.

You know,

when I heard what them boys up in Memphis did to your hand,

gotta admit, almost made me feel a little better.

Until I realized I ain't never gonna get my rematch.

I hope she's better this time.

You know damn well I beat some good players,

otherwise you wouldn't be here.

You can keep yappin' or lag.

Ladies first.

WOMAN 1: Let's go, Diana.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BALL CLACKS)

(CROWD CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

(BALL CLACKS)

LITTLE NICK: Mr. DuBinion wins the break.

(CROWD CLAPPING)

All right. No big deal.

No big deal at all.

Here we go.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BALLS CLACKING)

BEAUMONT: Come on.

LITTLE NICK: Double.

Mr. DuBinion wins $2,000.

(CROWD CLAPPING)

It hurts, don't it?

Yeah.

You hatin on me so bad right now, aren't you?

(BALLS RATTLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Keep a close eye on me, we can only do it once.

BEAUMONT: You know what?

I'm playin' so good today

that I think I deserve me a steak.

(LAUGHING)

BEAUMONT: Yeah.

(BALLS CLACK)

BEAUMONT: Come on. Get up there.

(BALL CLACKS)

LITTLE NICK: Five ball in the seven hole. No blood.

Dianas shot.

I cheat you that time, too, DuBinion.

Feel me cheatin you there?

Do you feel it in your bones?

(CROWD MEMBER LAUGHING)

(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)

(BALLS CLACK)

LITTLE NICK: One ball in the one hole!

Back row winner.

Diana wins 1,500 and the break!

(CLAPPING)

You know I like steak, too, Mr. DuBinion.

You know how I like it?

Well done?

Thank you.

I do prefer a polite opponent.

(CROWD CHUCKLING)

(BALLS RATTLING)

OLD NICK: All right.

♪ I'm goin' to the river ♪

♪ Gonna walk down about the sea ♪

♪ I'm goin' to the river ♪

♪ Walk down about the sea ♪

(BALLS CLACKING)

LITTLE NICK: Double. Diana wins $3,000.

Yeah. Yeah.

(CLAPPING)

(BALLS CLACKING)

LITTLE NICK: Double.

- NICK: Yeah. - LITTLE NICK: Diana.

NICK: Yeah.

Keep it goin' now!

(BALLS CLACKING)

LITTLE NICK: Double. Diana.

(SIGHS)

Hell, gal.

You're gettin so good this time that I'm startin'

to get a little bored.

Well, that's not very hospitable of me.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Let's see if this helps.

♪ Lord, mama ♪

♪ Who may your manager be ♪

♪ Hey, hey, mama ♪

♪ Who may your manager be ♪

(BALLS CLACK)

DIANA: Let me go.

(BALLS CLACKING)

Holy shit, out a shingle!

The 14 ball in the 14 hole!

Five in the five hole!

That's a Montgomery, which is a double!

And that ain't never been done here before.

That ain't never been done here!

(CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

LITTLE NICK: Well, then that's five doubles in a row

and 48,000 for Diana.

OLD NICK: Damn.

Still bored?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BEAUMONT: You know what?

That's it for me today.

NICK: Well, that's it?

You wanna come back tomorrow for another bite,

DuBinion, or are you done?

DuBinion!

Just hold your horses now, would you?

Now I've been around for a long time.

And when a player wins at stakes like these,

and wins this decisively, playin' them again seems

to be a fool's errand.

NICK: So you quit?

On the contrary.

She's bound to have a chokin' point

and I aim to find it.

Well, then let's raise the stakes to 2,000 a game.

How about double-hole shootout?

Alternating shots to seven, must win by two.

Winner wins $250,000.

MAN 9: Whoa!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN BACKGROUND)

BEAUMONT: What? Too rich for your blood?

You got that kinda money?

I got people in Mobile good for it.

And how about you?

NICK: I think I do.

You show up tomorrow with $250,000, mister,

and you're on.

Winner wins big money, big fuckin' braggin' rights.

Best in the world.

BEAUMONT: Come on, let's go.

Mr. DuBionion, here.

Buy yourself a steak.

On me.

(CROWD LAUGHING)

The South shall rise again.

NICK: I mean, I'm tellin' you right now

that was some shooting.

That's fine, fine shootin'.

Well, that's a rare compliment, thanks.

Hey, um, Sheila, she's movin' to another room

so come to mine and I'll give you your cut.

What's that supposed to mean?

It can mean whatever you want it to mean.

Nick, have I given you 'cause to think I want you?

Does a man need 'cause?

Hell yes, he does.

Well, then give me some 'cause.

Nick, you know I got me somebody.

NICK: Well, he ain't here right now, is he?

And even if I was interested, I don't believe

in mixin' business with pleasure.

Wait, if you're sayin' it'd be a pleasure,

ain't that 'cause?

No.

It's a polite way of sayin' fuck off.

Well, your loss.

Yeah, I'll live with it somehow.

Hey, hey, stop.

Just stop.

Stop.

Now, if I got any pleasure from forcin' a woman,

you have no idea what I'll do to you.

No idea.

Do you understand what I'm sayin' to you?

Do you understand?

I guess this is the end of the romance, huh?

Might be.

Nick! Nick, get off her.

NICK: Get out of here!

(PANTING)

You know what I thought? I thought we was partners.

I thought you and me was partners!

(PANTS)

Sheila!

(QUICK FOOTFALLS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

Keep your chin up.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOOR OPENS IN BACKGROUND)

OLD NICK: How's she doin'?

Let me see your neck.

DIANA: I'm fine. Fine.

Stakes are too high for him to hurt me too bad.

OLD NICK: If he was half way sane, I'd agree with you.

You ought to get out now while the gettin's good.

I agree.

Well, that's rich comin' from you.

And I don't see you leavin'.

(OLD NICK CHUCKLES)

Been here my whole life. Why leave now?

'Sides, somebody gotta look after that piece of work.

NICK: Old man, we got customers down there.

Get down there and ring your bell.

OLD NICK: Big fuckin' dick.

NICK: Sheila!

Comin'!

Thank you.

SHEILA: You're welcome.

Hey, keep ice on it so it don't swell.

(SHUTS DOOR)

(ICE TINKLING)

Well, you're awful quiet.

What's goin' on?

I don't know.

You know, I've been thinkin' a lot about how you acted about

puttin that shim in.

So I need to ask you somethin'.

Who cheated who?

What?

DIANA: Did DuBinion cheat Nick or was it the other way around?

I think you know and I need you to tell me the truth.

- Diana, I... - Tell me.

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

NICK: There you go.

Powderin' that hand again.

Pretty soon you're gonna turn yourself white.

If he makes another double, you do it.

(BALLS CLACKING)

LITTLE NICK: Double. Mr. Dubinion.

(CASH RUSTLING)

LITTLE NICK: Soon as I sat down,

all I wanted to do was take the thing out.

I was too late.

(BALLS CLACK)

Come on, that's a good one.

Get up there.

Miss. It's Nick's shot.

NICK: Well, ain't that the shits?

Ain't that the shits?

All that white man's money in your pocket almost.

BEAUMONT: Wait a fuckin' minute!

NICK: What?

BEAUMONT: Lift up that board.

- NICK: What you talkin about? - OLD NICK: No, wait a second!

BEAUMONT: There's something underneath that board!

Uh, you tilted the board!

NICK: You put that there!

- BEAUMONT: Oh, bullshit! - NICK: You put that there!

BEAUMONT: Bullshit!

(OVERLAPPING CONVERSATION)

LITTLE NICK: You know the next.

DuBinion protested,

they ended up close to killin' him.

Couple hours later

(FOOTFALLS)

- (GRUNTS) - (GROANS)

NICK: That's for fuckin' that up, boy.

(GASPS) Jesus Christ!

(SOBS)

I know.

I should have told you from the start.

I wanted to warn you about Nick,

but I didn't want you thinkin' bad of me.

If I ever thought DuBinion would have been comin' back here...

Hey, no, no, no. It's okay.

It's not okay.

I put you in a terrible position.

And I want you to win, I do,

but this DuBinion don't deserve to lose either.

I understand that.

I'm gonna figure it out.

How?

DIANA: I don't know exactly, but I will.

And if I need your help, I hope I can count on you.

Of course you can.

You know you can, right?

I'm so sorry.

- (SIGHS) - LITTLE NICK: I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

- LITTLE NICK: I'm so sorry. - It's okay.

(SNIFFLES)

I'm gonna figure it out.

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

(BIRDS CHIRPING IN BACKGROUND)

His money's all here, and even 250 grand.

NICK: Little Nick.

Boy, hey, come help him with the money.

(CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

I hope you brought your A game again.

Hey, wake up.

Okay, we're ready to start.

Uh, this will be a double-hole shootout.

Players will take alternating shots.

Lag for break?

Excuse me, but I won yesterday.

That's right.

So I go first.

(CHALK SQUEAKS)

(BALLS CLACKING)

LITTLE NICK: Double. Diana.

Mr. DuBinion's turn.

Right off the bat. Just like that.

(CROWD CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

(BALLS CLACK)

DIANA: Come on, baby. Get up there.

(BALL CLACKING)

LITTLE NICK: That's six doubles in a row for Miss Diana!

(CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

LITTLE NICK: Mr. DuBinion has five.

If he shoots and misses, Diana has the opportunity

to win it all.

(CROWD CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

I don't need you to remind me of that, kid.

(CROWD MEMBERS LAUGHING)

(BALLS RATTLING)

(♪)

(TAKES A DEEP BREATH)

(BALLS CLACK)

BEAUMONT: Come on.

- Yes! - LITTLE NICK: Double.

Mr. DuBinion.

We are tied at six apiece.

Now, if you have to win by two, seven won't do it.

What do we do?

We play on till somebody wins by two.

NICK: Well, if we're gonna play on,

then we gotta raise the stakes again.

You man enough to do that?

BEAUMONT: Sure, as long as I can see your money.

How about winner wins 450,000?

(CROWD MEMBER WHISTLES)

Like I said, I came to break you this time.

You got the guts for this?

What y'all think, huh?

CROWD: Yeah!

BEAUMONT: What y'all think?

CROWD: Yeah!

How you feelin'?

Good.

NICK: I'm feelin good, too.

Now we're gonna have to show them $200,000.

I got some of it, but not all.

You willin to put your own money in?

If we split the winnins 50-50.

NICK: She's learnin'.

Okay.

Okay, that's almost half a million per player.

Gotta win by two.

We're in it!

(CROWD CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

NICK: I gotta see your money.

It's in my trunk. Where's yours?

You'll see it.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(♪)

Nick want to see your money now.

I don't understand what you're doin'.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hey.

- You got it? - Uh-huh.

What you got?

86,000 and change.

All I got.

- Then we're still short. - How short?

- 70,000. - 70,000.

You aint got that under a mattress somewhere?

That's all I got. Boy, what about you?

You squirrelin' some cash away?

I wish I was.

We're gonna have to tell DuBinion we ain't got it.

Bullshit!

This is an opportunity of a lifetime.

We're almost across the finish line.

Now I know that you got $70,000 in a pillow somewhere,

so go get it.

If I do, it's all I got, and I ain't riskin' it.

You won't be riskin' nothin'!

This is a sure fuckin' thing, old man!

Only sure thing is dyin'.

Which is where you're gonna get to

if you don't get me that money right now.

DIANA: Hang on! Hang on!

What if we made it a loan?

NICK: A what?

Call it a loan from Old Nick.

Would that work?

Oh, I don't... It depends on the collateral.

Collateral?

Why not? If you're so damn sure you aint gonna lose,

then why not?

Wait, what are you after? My car?

Your car? That hunka... nice try.

What then? Oh, my boots! My silver-tipped boots.

You ain't got anythin' worth nothin'!

Oh, I'm gonna fuckin' knock this out of you.

What about this place?

What about this place?

He's fallin' down hunk of craps not worth 50 grand much less 70.

But we're not gonna lose.

So, why not loan him the money against it?

Would that work?

Maybe. I guess.

You guess?

Ever since you gave me this place,

you wanted it back, old man.

What do you mean you guess?

Okay, I don't like the fuckin' idea,

but I'll do it.

Well, then go get me my loan.

Well, you go get the fuckin' deed.

I'll get you fuckin' deed. Get my fuckin' loan.

Go get it.

What a stupid old fuckin' man.

Coulda' had himself $70,000,

but now that it's a loan, I'll get it all.

50% to you.

Put it together, boy.

(SHUTS DOOR)

OLD NICK: We're ready!

And the winnin' side is goin' to win $450,000.

(CROWD CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

LITTLE NICK: Shootout continues.

Players take alternating shots.

Must win by two.

Dianas shot.

I'd like to warm up a little.

NICK: Sure.

Okay, I will, too.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

Okay, well, I'm ready. How about you?

Let's do it. Here we are.

(BALLS RATTLING)

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(CHALKS THE CUE STICK)

(EXHALES)

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(BALLS CLACK)

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Miss.

Mr. DuBinion's shot.

Fucking choked.

DIANA: No, I didn't.

Yeah, you sure fuckin' did.

That was fortunate

'cause if I make two doubles on this next shot,

I win all your money.

You can't make two doubles in one shot, that's impossible.

BEAUMONT: Yeah?

NICK: Come on, boy, rack him up.

Get the rack out, let's go, keep movin.

(BALLS RATTLING)

Do it now.

You know, most of y'all have never experienced this,

but when you get cheated,

and then beaten close to death by another man,

not only do you wanna beat him...

(BALLS RATTLING)

but you wanna do it with unforgettable style.

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(CHALKING CUE STICK)

Meet my boyfriend.

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(BALLS CLACK)

BEAUMONT: Come on, this gonna be good. Come on.

(BALLS CLACKING)

(CROWD CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

Holy shit, that's a double and a Montgomery!

I don't even know what to call that.

Well, you could call that a DuBinion

and all his money in my pocket!

Oh, you fuckin' bitch.

You fuckin' bitch!

You little fuckin' prick!

You fuckin' little traitor!

(OLD NICK GRUNTS)

Oh!

(OLD NICK GRUNTS)

(NICK GROANS)

I've been hopin' for an excuse to do that before I died.

NICK: Daddy.

Daddy, he's fuckin' us.

Theyre fuckin' us, the two here.

OLD NICK: Not us!

You ain't been my son for years!

Sheriff, arrest these two right here.

You work for me!

Not anymore.

OLD NICK: He's flat broke, you work for me now.

You fuckin' little shit.

Stay down.

Put it down.

You know I'd like nothin' more than to even the score.

You don't got the balls, boy.

Eyeball. Center brain.

(CUE STICK FALLS IN BACKGROUND)

It ain't over.

It ain't over till I say it is.

Sheriff, dig up behind the shed!

That's where he buried Burkees after he beat him to death!

NICK: You little fuckin' weasel.

Gonna fuckin' kill you, too!

(GROANS)

Take him out!

Take him away!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I loved all you people.

I loved y'all.

You betrayed me.

Y'all betrayed me now.

I loved this town.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CUE STICK RATTLES)

(DOOR SHUTS IN BACKGROUND)

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

(RAIN POURING)

(SHUTS DOOR)

He's gone.

He's gone!

Hey, drinks on me!

(CHEERING AND CLAPPING)

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(BIRDS CHIRPING IN BACKGROUND)

(♪)

Well, I can't believe I'm actually gonna miss you.

Me, too.

- So long, Hy... - Don't say it.

(BUMPS FIST)

And your 70 grands in your room.

Now, that ain't right.

I lost it fair and square.

DIANA: No, you didn't.

You really think I missed that last shot?

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, well.

(CHUCKLES)

In that case, I'll keep it.

I'm keepin the rabbit's foot, though.

(OLD NICK CHUCKLES)

Bye.

How long you plan this? From the start?

Long time.

Never seen it comin'.

You know it was dangerous to tell Nick when you did.

I know.

But I couldn't help myself.

I'm sorry for what I did in that first match,

Mr. DuBinion.

You were just a kid.

LITTLE NICK: I know.

But I knew better.

(SHUTS TRUNK)

Consider yourself redeemed.

Thank you.

DIANA: Take care of yourself, lighthouse.

I will.

It hurts bad to lose you, but you'll come back,

play a few matches.

You're our Shamu, you know?

Come here.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS IN BACKGROUND)

Hey, what about your truck?

Keys are in it.

Needs a new transmission,

but consider it your first donation to your truck museum.

Thank you.

Make sure you give Sheila a big raise!

LITTLE NICK: I will!

I love you, Diana!

LITTLE NICK (VO):Almost no one in the county, except me and a few others,

understood what really went down that night.

(KISSING)

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LITTLE NICK (VO):And I never did know if DuBinion was in on it from the start,

or if she did it all on her own.

Either way, you don't often get a second chance

in this life.

And even though I haven't seen her since,

I thank her every day for the one she gave me.

So if you're ever in these parts,

come visit the Two Nicks Truck Nook.

Have a soda, play some keno,

let your kids drive a truck.

And if you ever run into Diana,

tell her I miss her.

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