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(driving rock music)

(break cracks)

- Nice break.

Ooh, rotten luck, fella.

- That was a cheap trick, man, not rotten luck.

- Man, what the hell?

- Thought I'd find you here.

- Do I know you?

- Yeah, you're him.

- Who?

- You're the shoe guy.

- And?

- You're the shoe guy

who likes to sleep with married women.

- All right, come on,

let's just calm down here for a second, pal.

- You screwed with my wife,

and now you're gonna pay!

(blade clicks)

- You know, you better go home to your wife.

She tells me she's not a satisfied woman.

Oh, you need a tissue?

- I'll be back, asshole.

- I'm scared, really.

(chuckles)

- Jesus, Gail!

What are you doing out of bed?

- Where's Daddy?

- Where's Daddy.

Always the question, isn't it.

- He's probably shooting pool, and winning.

- Get your butt back to bed!

Now!

- Dad!

(screams)

- You've had this comin', for a long time.

(sobbing)

- Where are you going?

Hey, Gail!

(sobbing)

- Oh, I'm sorry I was late, honey.

I was just practicing some new shots.

It's okay. - It's okay.

- Gail, I've always been so proud of you.

I love you so much.

- No...

No...

No.

No.

No. (crying)

(heart beat thumping)

(tense music)

(screams)

- Shit, Gail.

You're gonna have the cops bustin' down our door.

You sound like someone's attacking you in here.

- Sorry.

- Same nightmare?

- Yeah.

- You know, I was havin' a really great dream.

Why can't you have nice dreams?

- I do, sometimes.

- I need a drink.

I'm goin' downstairs.

You get some sleep,

we've got a busy week comin' up.

* Till you succeed with just the best of it *

* Then I surprise myself I look into your eyes *

(rock guitars thrumming)

- Yo!

Damn sweaty bottle off my clean table.

Can't shoot on damaged goods.

- All right, but, that's my beer.

- Not anymore, it's not.

- Come on, I paid for that.

- Well, your stupidity forfeited

your right to drink in my bar.

- But you're acting like I--

- But nothing.

I suggest you figure out where you left your brain

and go retrieve it.

* Wo wo wo

* Wo wo wo

* Wo wo wo

* I don't know how I

- Whiskey?

- How's my girl doin'?

- Your girl is ruining my sleep.

- She having those nightmares again?

- Mm-hmm.

I think she's doin' it just to get on my nerves.

- Maybe you're just pushin' her a little too hard.

- And who asked you?

- Just speaking my mind,

in my bar.

In my building.

My pool hall.

- Now I'm getting it from every woman.

- You're not gettin' it from any woman, Joey,

that's part of your problem.

- Can't I drink in peace?

- As long as you're not drinkin' my rent money, you can.

- Don't you worry, I always pay.

- Thanks to Gail.

- She's gotta be good for somethin'.

- That girl's precious to me.

- Yeah, I know.

Like a China doll.

- Just treat her right.

- You know,

really oughta cut back on your Dr. Phil intake, Vick.

- You really oughta get the hell outta here.

- Think I will.

- Bye.

* Catch my heart, how bad it is too fall *

* Don't pull me back to the typical *

- [Radio Jock] All right, everybody, welcome to the show.

Let's talk about the races that matter to you.

I know last hour, Mike from Newtown called me--

- [Gail] What's that?

- That's my dream.

My retirement home in Southern Florida.

- Retirement from what?

You don't work.

- I raised you, didn't I?

(radio channel flicks)

Stop, stop messing with it.

- Just thought a little music would be nice.

- Leave it alone.

They're about to announce the race results.

- Can't you just read the newspaper?

- Gail, stop it, I am not in the mood.

- Where are we going?

- You are getting a reputation around here.

No one wants to play against you.

- That's not my fault.

- I didn't say it was.

We just need to find some fresh meat,

and we need a new signal.

When I think it's time to bury 'em,

I'm gonna light two cigarettes, hand you one.

- I don't smoke.

- It's just a signal.

- So what do I do with it?

- What do I care?

Figure it out yourself!

(driving rock guitar)

- Looks like you're about

to buy my buddies another round.

- [Guys] Mark, Mark!

- You know, your friends are gettin' all the benefits

but you're doing all the work.

- Uh-huh.

- Yeah!

- 'Nother round for the crew?

- You're pretty good with your stick.

- Yeah, well I've had some practice.

- Nice game.

That was some fine...

Luck.

- Luck?

- Tell you what.

Why don't we raise the stakes a little bit?

Have your buddies pitch in some green.

Then put something on you for a change.

- So what are we talkin' about?

- Talkin' about however much you've got.

- Looks like we got 150.

- That's it?

- Hey, we're workin' stiffs. (chuckles)

- Fine.

- May the best man win.

- Are you blind?

- Sorry.

(gentle piano music)

- [Luke] Morning.

- Morning.

- I'm Luke. - Luke.

- Can I help you with something?

- You might be able to.

Let me take a look.

- They're nice.

- Yeah, I'd like to see these, please.

- Okay, wanna try 'em on right over here?

- Perfect.

Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- Are you always so gentle?

- It's my business, and I like my business.

We believe in the comfort of our customers.

Are you comfortable, Miss?

- It's Nicole.

- Well, Nicole, you sure do have a lovely smile.

- I'm sure you say that to all your customers, Luke.

- No, only the pretty one's named Nicole.

- Hey Daddy!

- Hey, my precious!

How was school?

- Okay, I guess.

Same old stuff.

- Yeah, I had the same kind of day myself.

Go in the back with Marcie there,

finish up your homework, okay?

I'll get with you when I'm done here?

- Are we gonna shoot some pool?

- We'll see.

Finish your homework first, 'cause remember,

you gotta be real smart

to be a great pool player, all right?

- Okay, Dad.

- They're nice.

Okay.

- So, how do they feel?

- Nice, like satin.

(moody rock guitar)

- God dammit!

- Son of a... (glass smashes)

- [Barman] Mac, do me a favor.

- That was my favorite whiskey.

And now you owe me one,

and it's comin' outta your take.

- As usual.

- It's your turn.

(hard driving rock guitar)

- No way.

Dammit!

- What's wrong?

Don't like gettin' beat by a girl?

- Doesn't bother me at all, just...

You're impressive.

- Thanks.

(raw rock guitar)

- Gentlemen! (chuckles)

It has been a pleasure doing business, with you.

(laughs)

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Don't touch me.

- Sorry. - You lost, fair and square.

- You hustled me and my friends,

and I think you owe me.

How about you give me your number

and I'll buy you a drink?

- [Joey] That guy's got the hots for you.

- [Gail] He's kinda cute.

Where's the rest?

- Don't start, you know the rest

goes in your retirement fund.

- I've never seen this fund.

- Yeah, I'm just doin' what your father wanted.

- Whatever.

- I'm gonna stop here by the apartment.

You need to practice, your concentration is slipping.

If you can pull it together,

we could hit some big money tonight.

- These nightmares are messing me up.

I need to sleep, not practice.

- [Radio Jock] Dark horse Apollo,

who was three lengths behind,

beat Inconceivable Opening to win the race.

- Yes! (laughs)

Ha-hah, made it, big money!

- [Radio Jock] Last eight races.

We'll see this new wonder dog again

next week in Atlantic City.

- [Video Instructor] So, second shot, different method,

is to hold it, like I'm throwing a dart.

More like this.

(phone warbles)

- Hello?

- Hey babe, what are you doin'?

- The usual, watching an Allison Fisher video.

- You are too much.

You think you're gonna have room

on your dance card tonight

for a cha-cha or two?

- I don't even know what that means.

- I have an old friend in town,

somebody you might be familiar with.

- Well, I would like to be anywhere else

when Joey walks through the door.

- I told her all about you and

she wants to meet you,

if you're not otherwise indisposed.

- Who is it, anyway?

(lively synthesized music)

- Oh wow. - Did you see that?

(chalk scraping)

(balls clatter)

(impressed murmuring)

- Yes!

- Hey there, Jeanette.

- Victorious, how are you?

- Good, how you doing, honey?

- Good!

I want to introduce you to a dear friend of mine

and a hell of a pool player, Gail Wilson.

- So this is the Gail Wilson I've heard so much about!

- She's a natural.

- Well thanks, I hope to be on your level some day.

I mean, I've been watching you play

since the beginning of your career.

- Well I'm flattered, thanks,

and I appreciate your support.

- Gail is quite the student of the game.

You two actually have a lot in common.

- Well I just learned so much

from watching you play.

I mean, I take notes and I make sketches

and then I try to put it into action.

- Well, I hope your dedication takes you

as far as mine has.

You turn off these cameras and the lights and

it's just practice, practice, practice.

You have to remember, this isn't a sprint,

it's a marathon.

- Okay, I get it.

- Let me give you the best advice I got

when I was in your shoes.

- Oh please, I would be honored.

- Get involved with organized competition

and a fixed set of rules,

just like you would on the Pro Tour.

Every week, you'll get to play

different people at all different levels,

some beginners, some on their way to the Pros.

But most importantly you're gonna be making friends

and having fun while improving your game.

- Well, I've just never done anything

like that before.

I've kind of always done everything my way.

- All the more reason you should do this.

Aside from the camaraderie,

you're gonna be out there as a competitor

making a name for yourself.

- Well, thanks Jeanette,

and I'm definitely gonna think about that.

- I really think this is the best conditioning for you

if you're serious about becoming

the player that you want to be.

Now, if you ladies will excuse me,

I think Tony's waiting for another spanking

from the Black Widow.

So Gail, it was really nice to meet you.

- Thank you so much, Jeanette.

- And Vicki, mwuah! - Always a pleasure, darling.

- Darling, see ya.

- Hey, we didn't get a chance to talk earlier.

I'm Angela, this is Amy.

- Hi. - Hi, I'm Gail.

- You're a really good pool player.

I saw you wipe the table with Benny over there.

He's one of our top guns.

He placed in the regionals last year.

- Oh, well, thanks.

I mean, I don't think he gave me his best game.

- This is your first time at organized league play.

What were you doing before tonight?

Hustling pool in bars for a living?

- Hustling, what do you mean?

Why would you say that?

- I'm just joking.

I mean, you play like a pro.

Could totally make a fortune off those guys.

- Oh, like in that movie with, um...

Paul Newman and Tom Cruise.

What was that called?

Color of Money, remember?

- I haven't really seen a lot of movies.

I've just been playing pool

since I was really little

and my dad was really good

and I think maybe I just inherited it from him.

- I need to work on my bank shot.

Could you help me?

- Really? - Yeah.

- Well yeah, I would love to.

- And I'd love for you show me that stroke you use

to get such English on the cue balls.

You got a string on it!

- Yeah, come on I'll show you.

(twangy blues guitar)

- Admit it.

I am the luckiest

and best-looking guy that you know.

- You're late.

My time ain't free,

and you are wasting it.

- I see you picked up a new habit.

- I only smoke when I'm feeling anxious.

Disappointed.

- Aw, what's all this tension about, Red?

- I'm giving you my money, ain't I?

- Giving? No.

I won that money fair and square.

- The only reason your horse won that race

was 'cause Diamond Boy fell.

Ten feet from the finish line, broke his leg.

Otherwise, your nag would have finished

three lengths behind.

- (laughs) I am the master handicapper

and you can't admit it.

- You are a lucky little creep.

- Ah, shut up and pay up, big man.

I believe you owe me $2,000,

and I'll take it all in large bills,

and you can keep the complainin' for your wife.

I mean, after all, she's the one

with the real reason to bitch,

married to an oversized marshmallow like you.

Been a pleasure, Red.

- You look a little tired.

Rough night?

- You could say that.

Joey has been driving me crazy.

It's like he's always pushing me to hustle,

and you know, all I want to do is go pro.

And I can't sleep, and then when I finally do,

I keep getting those nightmares.

- He is going down hard one of these days,

and I do not want you with him when that happens.

- I'm just afraid of him,

and what he'll do to me.

- Hi, can I help you?

- Do you have a table for us?

- Sure.

- Oh, you can take this one, I'm finished.

- Thanks. - Great.

- Do you mind if I use that chair?

- No, no problem.

You gonna watch your daddy play?

- Actually, he's the one playing.

- You're kidding!

Wow, this kid's gonna shoot.

- (chuckles) My god, so cute.

Oh my god, he's awesome!

- Good job, baby.

- Hey, hey look at this guy.

- Hey, you know him?

- Sort of.

- He's hot!

- Are you looking for some lessons?

- No, but I am looking for you.

- Well, congratulations, you found me.

- Wasn't too hard.

It seems like you have quite a reputation in the area.

- (clears throat) Are you planning to introduce us?

- I'm sorry.

Melissa, Vicki, this is Mark?

- Hi, Mark Hall, pleasure.

- Hi Mark Hall, Vicki Anderson, this is my place.

And Melissa and I are good friends of Gail's.

- And I'm Gail Wilson,

the girl who whupped your butt.

- Yeah, this is true, you got game.

My buddies are still giving me a hard time

about getting hustled,

and you takin' all of our money,

but they'll get over it.

- I hope you're not looking to get your money back.

- No, not a chance,

but I would like to buy you lunch?

- I don't know,

I should probably keep practicing.

- Don't be silly. - Gail...

- Gimme that.

He looks harmless enough.

- Go ahead, go have some fun, you deserve it.

- I guess I could use a break,

and at the very least, it's a free lunch, right?

- Is she always this romantic?

(chuckles)

- Thanks for lunch, it was delicious.

- You know, when I said my cab was roomy,

I didn't think you'd use it as an excuse

to sit so far away.

- Better? - Yeah.

I should probably thank your uncle.

If it wasn't for him,

I wouldn't have gotten a date out of you.

- You should stay away from Joey.

He is no good.

- Why are you still with him?

- It's a long story.

- I have time.

- Well, my father died when I was 10,

and Joey's really the only family I have left.

- That sounds sad.

- Sorry, I didn't mean to change the mood.

It's been a really long time

since I've had an afternoon like this.

Thank you.

- Anytime.

You need things nice, you call me.

- That's so sweet.

(gentle music)

- And I'll tell you when it's time

to shoot pool, young lady,

I don't care if you have homework.

- But I'll get in trouble at school

if I don't do my homework.

- I can give you more trouble

than that school could ever dish out,

and your father would agree with me 100%.

So stop wasting your time with this crap

and get ready to practice.

(tense melancholy music) (crying)

(break cracks)

(brave challenging music)

(triumphant music) (teammates cheering)

- Gail, what a beautiful shot to end the tournament.

That was an awesome carom off that 9-ball.

How about a nice round of applause for that shot?

(clapping) It was awesome.

Now we're gonna do some awards presentations here,

but I want to remind you all

that the Dragons, that as you're packing your bags,

pack plenty of sunscreen

because you're going to the Riviera Hotel and Casino

in sunny downtown Las Vegas

to play in National 9-Ball Team Championship,

so good luck to you.

Each one of you are going to get

one of these individual trophies,

and you're also going to win

this nice host location trophy

to take back to First Break Café,

and present to Anthony as your way of saying

thanks for hosting your team,

so come on up and get your trophies.

- [Allison] Further down the table.

The closer that my hand is to the cue-ball,

that's more of a finesse soft shot.

The further my hand moves away from the cue-ball,

that's when I play with more acceleration

and more speed on.

We've covered the follow shot.

- What's this?

- Now that I'm with the APA,

I need to study more than ever.

- What you need to do is wake up

and stop wasting your time with this crap.

- That's your opinion.

- Yeah, which is the only opinion

that counts around here.

- Can you just leave me alone?

Hey!

- You need to get some rest.

Doing a lot of traveling tomorrow.

This is how we get by.

Wouldn't want to let Luke down now, would we?

- Leave my father out of it.

- I wish I could.

Made me swear to take care of you.

- Liar.

(strained tones)

(door squeaks and slams)

I need to get out of that place.

It's Joey.

It's like he's in my face every minute,

and he just keeps saying I'm making a big mistake.

It's like he doesn't care

that since I joined the APA,

I've been doing really well.

- Slow down.

You know he's only thinking of himself.

- I know, but why can't he just leave me alone?

- Because he's only thinking of his meal ticket.

- I don't know what to do.

- Gail, Gail, you're a great pool player,

and if you want to become a professional,

and someday champion,

you need to stay focused on your game.

Jeanette Lee had some great advice for you.

Don't forget that.

- I know, and she told me to keep the passion

and I'm trying to study the shots,

but how can I concentrate

with Joey in my face every minute?

- Exactly.

I'll go talk to Joey tomorrow.

- Talk?

Joey doesn't talk.

He's gonna pick a fight, and he fights dirty.

- I'm a big boy.

Don't worry, I can take care of myself.

I think you should spend the night.

Let Joey cool off.

(slow bluesy jazz rock)

- Red, Joey.

I want to put 500 on tonight's race.

Apollo for the win.

(chuckles) Thanks.

(slow bluesy jazz rock)

(slow jazzy saxophone music)

- Do you like my negligee?

- What man wouldn't?

- Your brother.

- Yeah, well, he must be blind.

- I swear, he doesn't even look at me anymore.

Too busy chasing around younger tail.

- Yeah, you deserve a lot better.

And he-- - Yeah?

- He deserves something else.

- Oh, you...

You probably shouldn't talk like that

about your brother.

- Uh, when's he showing up anyway?

- Who knows.

Don't worry about it.

You,

you have always been so,

so kind to me.

- I know you deserve better.

- What are you, my knight in shining armor?

(chuckling)

You know, we could be together a lot more if...

- If?

- If (door slams)

- Ah, shit.

(heavy breathing)

- Oh, speak of the devil.

- Joey, what are you doing here?

- [Joey] I came by to get that money you owe me.

My bands got a gig, need some new threads.

- Well, tonight's your lucky night, bro.

I actually uh, won a few games.

- Where's my share?

- Shut up, you get what's coming to you.

- [Joey] That ain't no way to treat a lady.

- Lady, where?

- [Joey] Show some more respect.

- She's a fine wife

and a loving mother to your daughter.

- How the hell would you know?

Is something going on here?

- [Joey] What?

- Are you hitting on my wife?

Joey, you were looking at my wife

like she's some kind of runaround.

- No Luke, that's what you like.

You're chasing tail all over the city.

Karen's a lady, she's got class.

- Who are you to talk to me like that

in my own home?

(Gail screams)

- It's all right, honey.

It's all right, it's okay, it's okay.

- I don't like the fighting!

- I know, I know, I know.

Listen, just your mom, Uncle Joe, and I

were just having a few words

and working some stuff out, okay,

like adults.

Don't worry about it.

Just go back upstairs and go to sleep, okay?

Things'll be all right.

Hey, keep your eyes off my wife.

- Yeah, well maybe you kept them on her,

things would be better around here.

* But I said, it's okay, Dad

* I'm man enough to cry

* Rockabye, my little angel

* I'm right here by your side

* As you say your bedtime prayer *

* I see the tears you try to hide *

* You don't have to act so tough *

* 'Cause as the years go by

* You'll find that part of being strong *

* Is being man enough to cry

* You'll find that part of being strong *

* Is being man enough to cry

(patrons clapping)

(break cracks)

(patrons clapping)

(break cracks)

(patrons clapping)

- Thank you.

And now for my last shot,

can I get a volunteer from the audience, please?

Would you like to come forward?

- Sure. - Thank you.

You may regret this.

But anyway, what I'd like you to do

is sit on the table

and put your head here

and dangle your legs off of the end, please?

- Okay.

- Thank you very much.

And now I'm gonna place

a piece of chalk in your mouth.

- Okay.

- This is where you'll regret it.

There you go.

Okay, and I'm gonna remove your glasses,

just in case,

because this shot has gone wrong before.

(nervous chuckling)

And what I'm going to do here, everyone,

is shoot the 9-ball

out of, what's your name? - Dave.

- Dave's mouth, hopefully.

I've seen this done before,

and I've always wanted to try this shot.

Right, 9-ball in the corner pocket.

Hooray! (audience whoops)

- Hi Allison.

Hey! - Hi stranger.

- Vicki, how are you?

Fine, and this is my friend Gail Wilson.

- Hi, it's really nice to meet you.

I'm a huge fan.

- It's great to meet you too,

Vicki's told me so much about you.

I hear that you want to turn pro?

- I do.

I've learned so much from watching you on TV

and I take notes of how you play.

Would you sign my book?

- Of course I will.

Wow, that's some approach!

I can see why you're doing so well.

Maybe we could have a friendly match sometime?

- That would be really cool.

- [Vicki] Why don't we all have lunch?

- Let's do it.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Go do your thing, I'll call you.

- All right, take care. - Bye.

- Can I get your autograph, please?

- Yeah, certainly.

- Thank you so much. - Thank you.

- Thanks for the introduction.

- You're welcome, honey.

- [Gail] Could you imagine being that famous?

- Me?

No, but you will be.

- Where can I find Red Little?

(slow thrumming music)

Are you Red?

- Who's askin'?

- Friend of Joey Wilson.

- Placin' a bet?

- No, not today.

Just trying to track down Joey.

I thought that you might

be able to help me find him.

- I am not my brother's keeper,

and besides,

I haven't seen him around for a while.

Who's asking?

- It's not important.

What is important is that I find him.

- If he owes you money, now's the time to hit him up.

- Yeah? Where is he?

- Well, if he ain't asleep in bed,

or some pool hall...

- Yeah, I tried all those.

- Then he must be gamblin'.

Go to this address.

Knock only three times,

tell them Red says hello.

(tense music)

(knock rapping)

- Red sent me.

(knock rapping)

Red says hello.

- [Man] Come in.

- We need to talk, Joey.

- How'd you find me?

- Money talks, I listen.

(chuckles)

- Can't you see I'm busy working?

And shouldn't you be?

- It's about Gail.

- What, she throw you out?

- Let's step outside and talk.

- Looking to start a fight, kid?

- I'm trying to talk some sense into you.

- Hit me.

- Damn, I'm out.

You're rotten luck, Mark.

- I don't understand what Gail sees in you,

why she just doesn't leave you.

- Have you ever heard the expression,

blood is thicker than water?

- From what I heard, you're nothing like Luke.

- Maybe...

But I'm the closest thing she's got.

(tense music)

- You need to just back off,

give Gail some space.

- Uh, I know.

You're talking about

this stupid championship idea, aren't you?

I told her to forget that pipe dream.

It's gonna mess up our thing.

How can you hustle if you're a known professional?

Doesn't take a genius to know it won't work.

- Well, maybe Gail doesn't wanna hustle for you anymore.

- Tough.

Did I get tired of taking care of her,

that I tossed her out when she was 12 or 13?

No, I sucked it up.

Now she owes me.

- Gail doesn't owe you a goddamn thing.

Now if it's money we're talking about here,

what's it gonna cost to make a creep like you disappear?

- Mark...

Are you actually bribing me

to abandon my niece?

What kind of a guy do you think I am?

- A blood sucking parasite.

- (chuckles)

Well, this parasite

is sticking around.

Gail needs me.

- You got it all backwards.

- Take a hike, Mark.

Our talks over.

(tense music)

Your boyfriend paid me a visit today.

- Really?

- That boy's got his head in the clouds.

He's no good for you.

- Like you?

- That's right.

That's right, I look out for you.

I don't want to see you wasting your time,

chasing a dream.

- I thought it was good to have a goal.

- Sure, a realistic one.

You will never make it as a professional,

so you might as well forget it.

You're only good enough to play

in the places that I bring you.

I know how to pick out the idiots,

who think they're so hot.

They're so sure after they win

a few games from their friends,

they can beat Minnesota Fats.

That's when I come in.

I show 'em you,

this pretty girl playing all by herself.

I say, "Hey, how'd you like to teach her a few tricks?"

That always gets their attention.

We sucker 'em along,

make them think they're big shots,

that they're teaching you how to play,

and then you start making a few luck shots

that just win the game.

Well, they can't believe

that you're better than them.

So they gotta play again,

and then I say, "Let's make it more interesting.

"Say, 50 bucks?"

- It's money I'll never see.

- You let 'em make three or four balls,

but they always choke,

'cause they keep looking at ya.

You smile at 'em, break their concentration

and (drums tabletop) you finish the table.

They're shocked!

But they're not angry, they're not mad,

because they're giving their money to sweet thang.

They always give you their numbers,

and you give them to me.

We are a good team, Gail.

- We were never a team.

A team works together, and shares its success.

That ain't us.

- Success?

I can help you make a lot more money.

I know this guy in Miami

he's as rich as Trump,

and he loves losing to pretty girls.

He'll practically throw his money at us

when he lays eyes on you.

- My days of hustling for you are over.

I can be a professional.

I just need to practice and stay focused,

and I can't do that here.

I'm moving out.

- Moving out?

And where do you think you're going?

- Vicki's, at least I know she wants to help me.

- Vicki doesn't know anything.

She's a two-bit hustler.

She tried to be a champ and fell on her ugly face.

She's a loser.

- You're an idiot.

- I'm an idiot?

Who took care of you since you were a kid?

Me, the idiot.

I was on my way to being a rock star,

but I had to stop my career to take care of you.

- That is the biggest bunch of crap

I ever heard in my life.

(screams)

- Gail, I can't believe he did this to you.

- That bastard's gonna get what's coming to him,

don't you worry.

I will never ever let him hurt you again.

- If you hurt him,

the cops will be after you.

I need you guys here with me.

- We're here, honey.

Joey's been asking for trouble

for a long time.

God will not let him get away with this.

I have faith in that.

- But I need you guys to stay. - Sh-sh, sh-sh.

You rest now, honey, okay?

(knocking)

(melancholy music)

- How is she?

- She's strong.

She'll get through it.

I want to see Joey suffer for this though.

- God help me,

I want to kill that Joey bastard so much.

Why don't you girls go?

I'll stay with her.

- Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord.

- I hope You get there first.

(twangy bass music)

- [Officer] 38, headquarters.

- [HQ] Copy, 38.

- [Officer] We have that male in custody.

We're heading 10-19 then 10-15, copy?

- [HQ] 38, copy. (siren wails)

- Guys...

Guys, guess what, they got him.

- Who? - Joey, who else?

(melancholy piano)

- Jail's not gonna stop him.

- It's where he belongs, honey.

How you feel?

- Much better. - Good.

- Actually, the doctor said

that she'll be released in a few hours.

- That's good news.

Really good news.

(positive piano music)

They got him, honey.

(gentle music)

- [Gail] Another.

- I think you've had enough.

- You're right about that.

I have had enough of everything.

Another.

- Listen to me,

we're gonna have plenty of time for shots, okay,

after you and your team win that championship

you've been working so hard for.

- Let me go.

- No, Gail.

You have to let it go, honey.

Let the cops take care of Joey.

What happened, happened, okay?

You got to let it go.

You got to move on.

- I can't.

- You can.

You can.

I wanna show you something.

In my office.

* Time is a healer - Come on.

* And I'll be just fine.

- You know everything is gonna be okay, all right?

I promise you,

you're gonna get through this.

I want to show you something.

I haven't looked at this in so long.

Wanna know who that is?

That's me.

Did you know I was in position

to win the 9-Ball Championship?

It was a long time ago, but

I just could never make that next step.

- Why?

- I guess either you're born with it,

or you're not.

- Who is this behind you?

The photos blurry.

- It's your father.

- My dad? - Yeah.

Luke was my biggest fan.

He wanted me to win more than anything, but

I think I really let him down.

- I miss him.

- I know, so do I.

- I want to win, but it just hurts so much.

- You have to use that pain, Gail.

You have to harness all that energy

and bring it to your game.

- I don't know if I have it in me.

- I believe in you.

You know Mark believes in you.

And Luke,

your father.

He believed in you most of all.

I'm gonna give you something.

(melancholy music)

Gail?

I know this stick's been mad at me for a long time.

But your father would have wanted you to have it.

- My father?

- Yeah, he gave it to me.

I had an awful lot of wins with it.

And I want you to have it.

- It's beautiful.

- I know your dad will be smiling down on you right now.

- I hope he is.

- That a smile I see on you, too?

You know I'm always here for you, right?

- I hope so, because I want you right by my side

when I finally make it.

- There's that champion I know.

You gonna try it out?

- Ah, you are a real friend.

Thanks for getting me out of that dump.

- You're scum, you know that?

I do not have friends who beat up on women.

- Eh-eh-eh, don't believe the charges, all right.

She fell,

hit her face.

- I know you well enough to know that you're guilty.

- Thanks for the support.

- Just remember one thing,

I only put up your bail

because you agreed to pay me back with 40% interest.

Hold on, I did not--

(yelps)

- Do not mess with me, Joey.

I will crush you like the worm that you are.

You don't need to think about getting any stupid ideas

about screwing me over.

I will not hesitate to cause you some severe misery.

Now get out my car, you're stinking it up.

Scumbag.

(rock guitar music)

(phone warbles) (amp drones)

- Hello?

Well, I can't...

Speak...

All right, what, wait a second,

wait a second, just wait.

Yeah.

Stop yelling, I can hear you, yes!

Okay, now don't, don't, worry about the money.

I got Gail set up to play a game

with this rich old fart

who can't take his eyes off her

long enough to make his shot.

He plays her to watch her.

Yeah, and he loses like 500 bucks every time.

Which means that I will be able

to pay you back on Friday, yeah.

Meet me at Vicki's at 11:00, all right?

Yeah, I'll even buy you a beer.

(groans)

(ominous music)

(furtive knocking)

Luke...

Never where much of a brother to me,

but your daughter thinks we're best buds.

(laughs)

Yeah, I'm good, real good.

Oh, if she only knew what I thought of you.

(melancholy music)

- What's wrong?

I thought everything was going well.

- Everything's wonderful.

I'm still struggling to deal with a lot of things,

and I just need you to be patient right now.

- Okay, I want things to be just right.

(melancholy music)

(guitar strums gently)

(gentle knocking)

(tense music)

(cue cracks)

(door hinges groan)

- What do you think you're doing?

- I'm just taking what belongs to me.

- You just keep on hurting me.

- Look at what you did to my father's cue.

- You lied to the cops,

made up what I did to you.

You lied to get rid of me,

and now you come back to steal from me?

- It ain't stealing if I won it.

- That's my dream money.

- You're dreamin' if you think this is your money.

I earned every cent.

- You think I'm gonna let

some dumb bitch steal my dream?

- Don't come near me.

You deserve everything you get.

- Wrong.

You're the cause of all my problems.

Now it's time to make those problems disappear.

(blade snicks)

You've had this coming for a long time.

You've had this coming for a long time.

(screaming)

It was you.

You killed my father.

Why?

- My brother didn't give a damn about your mother

but I did.

He treated her like crap, and I loved her.

I would have done anything she wanted,

and I did.

- He was your only brother.

- Your daddy's death was just a favor for mommy.

- No, that can't be true.

- Love is thicker than blood.

She abandoned us both,

left us high and dry.

(chuckles) Got her revenge on the Wilson men,

abandoned her daughter,

and bolted for the border.

- If you take one more step, I'll kill you.

- Do you think I'd keep a loaded gun in my own house?

(shot cracks) (bottle shatters)

- Yes.

- Now don't get any funny ideas.

- You killed my father.

You ruined my family!

- Weren't you listening?

Your family was messed up from the start.

Two losers whose only reason to get married

was a bun in the oven, so you see,

all this pain that has happened stems from you.

- You're a liar.

You bastard.

You bastard!

How could you?

I gotta get out of here.

(tragic music)

(crying)

- Want another? - Yeah.

- I should break your stupid neck.

If it weren't for you,

Gail'd still be working for me,

but you gotta tell her

she needs to be a professional.

Why can't you keep your nose out of my business?

- Better back off, Joey.

Believe me, I would like nothing more

than to smash your head wide open,

except I don't want your puke brains all over my bar.

- You wouldn't dare.

- Oh yeah?

Why don't you try me?

Come a little closer?

After what you did to Gail,

I don't need any more reasons.

- You old bag, you messed up her mind

with these dreams of being a champion.

Champion, my ass!

Ow, you bitch!

- Get the hell out of my bar.

- Don't think I'm done with you.

You're not gonna know when,

but someday, I'll be right behind you.

Now you tell Gail I want that money back.

- Money's hers, and you know it.

- I want it back, and I am not gonna stop

until I get it!

- Get out of here!

(classic guitar rock)

- This is gonna be a tough competition,

but I really feel like I'm ready.

- The way you and your team have been playing, honey,

I think you're gonna go all the way.

- I just don't want to let anyone down.

- Don't worry about it.

You've got your team's back

and they've got yours.

- I'm not used to playing with support.

Normally when I play, if I win,

I have to watch my back

to make sure I don't get cheated.

- Well, I think you found

that organized league play

is a bit safer of a world,

and more like what you get

when you turn professional,

which no doubt will be soon.

- This is your opportunity, Gail.

There's no one holding you back anymore.

- You've been through a lot.

Learn from that experience and grow from it.

- You're right.

- Every player has their own baggage to overcome, Gail.

You're on your way.

Believe strongly that you'll win and you will.

Don't let anyone or anything

make you lose your focus.

- You're a winner.

- I'm looking for Gail Wilson?

- That would be me.

- Hi Gail, on behalf of Lucasi Cues,

I'd like to present you with our Lucasi Hybrid.

Vicki has been telling us

about all the turmoils you've been going through

the last couple weeks,

and we'd love to help you towards your career

to be a pool champion.

- I can't believe you did this.

I don't know what to say.

- Don't say anything, just open it.

- It's perfect.

- You deserve it, honey.

I'm so proud of you.

- Thank you so much.

- Absolutely.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome, good luck!

- So?

- I love it.

- Good surprise?

- [Allison] It's wonderful.

(showtime music)

- This is Geoff Conway at the Riviera Hotel

and Casino in Las Vegas.

I'm pleased to be commentating today

with my colleague, Melissa Little,

on the APA National Team Championships

here in Vegas.

(break cracks)

(spectators clapping)

(break cracks)

(dramatic music)

- [Melissa] Some of these outstanding amateurs

are tomorrow's professional superstars.

- [Geoff] How right you are, Melissa.

I wouldn't be surprised to see

these individuals playing for the big money

on the Pro circuit before too long,

especially this newcomer

on the 9-Ball Dragons team, Gail Wilson.

By the way she plays,

and the way the press and fans all seem to love her,

she could become part of the future of professional pool.

(dramatic music)

(tense ominous music)

(safety clicks)

(clapping)

(dramatic music)

- No! - Give it up, Joey!

Give it up!

(grunting and scuffling)

(crowd whoops and cheers)

(triumphant music)

("American 100's" by BeatTheBeat)

("As We Grow" by Tiam)