Poolhall Junkies Page #8

His backer.

What do you say you match what I got,

and we play till somebody takes it all?

- $20,000 is okay.

- Are you sure?

- Race to 5 for $20,000.

- Put it up.

All right.

At least you got Tang's money back.

Yeah, but my brother's still in jail.

Come here. Get over here.

- Put him the f*** out. Come on.

- I got him.

- Bet $40,000.

- Fine. Good. Even better.

Go ahead. Shoot 'em.

Don't miss.

F*** this back- and- forth bullshit.

It's a big waste of time.

You want to put it all up, Mr. Backer man?

Come on. Last set. Shoot it all.

Race to 9 for $80,000.

I'm betting this big- time action

brings out the dog in your boy, over there.

Did I just stutter or something?

A few minutes ago, it was like a pool hall

in here. Now it's as quiet as a church.

Is this your first time in a pool hall,

Mr. Backer man? Is that it?

Your clothes getting a little mashed?

Let me tell you something.

When you walk out of here, your skin

will smell of this place for a week.

Every time you put on that suit,

you will think of me taking your money.

'Cause I'm the only one in this room

who knows how fast your boy can run.

You want to know why? 'Cause I bred him.

How the f*** does that make you feel...

to be in that position,

with all your money on the table?

- How much you got, Joe?

- What?

Total. You put down $80,000

like it didn't matter.

That's a lot of money for somebody

like you and him. I think it matters.

- What's the difference- -

- I'm a millionaire.

That's the difference.

I lose $80,000, I get another $80,000.

For me, it doesn't matter.

See, I think it's you...

who's sweating this, the both of you.

People in pool rooms don't come across

this kind of take but once in a lifetime.

And now you're gonna

put it all on the line against John...

'cause you think he's gonna choke?

I don't think so.

I think he's gonna choke.

You want to shoot it all, let's shoot it all.

- How much you got in your pocket?

- I got a couple of thousand.

You?

$500.

- What about your ring?

- What?

- How much for your ring?

- You want my ring?

You said it:
"Shoot it all. "

- What's it worth to you?

- I paid $2,800 for it.

$3,000. Covered.

I'm gonna leave you with nothing.

Nick, make sure, please, it's all there.

I'm gonna have a drink. You want a drink?

All right.

You watch those nature documentaries

on the cable?

Yeah.

See the one about lions?

Got this lion.

He's the king of the jungle.

Huge mane, out to here.

He's laying down under a tree,

in the middle of Africa.

He's so big. He's so hot.

He doesn't want to move.

The little lion cubs,

they start messing with him.

Biting his tail, biting his ears.

He doesn't do anything.

The lioness, she starts messing with him...

coming over, making trouble. Still nothing.

Now, the other animals notice this...

and they start to move in, the jackals.

Hyenas.

They're barking at him, laughing at him.

They nip his toes

and eat the food that's in his domain.

They do this...

then they get closer and bolder,

till one day...

that lion gets up

and tears the sh*t out of everybody...

runs like the wind,

eats everything in his path.

'Cause every once in a while,

the lion has to show the jackals...

who he is.

It's too late to be scared.

It's time to kill.

I'm going in the other room.

You come out when you're ready.

Don't beat him. Kick his ass.

Watch this 2- ball go down.

F***.

That's f***ing bullshit!

I can't f***ing believe this.

I don't know. I think I gotta bank it.

There's nothing else I can do.

You can do it. It's a two- rail safety.

I think you're right. Thanks, Nick.

Good shot.

Take that, you motherless motherfuckers!

Stop. Easy. No...

Sh*t!

Shoot the shot already. It's an easy shot.

- Easy shot, my ass.

- Shows how much you know.

I can't believe I'm playing

with somebody so f***ing stupid.

I ain't biting on any of your

South Side shark techniques, so shut up.

The shot can't be made, Brad.

Believe me,

I'd rather have you shoot it than me.

Me, too.

- Come on!

- Bullshit.

If you think it's so easy,

why don't you come and shoot it?

Believe me, I wish I could.

I'd pay to shoot a shot like that.

How much is it worth to you, Johnny boy?

What are you saying?

You think you can make it. I say

it can't be made. I don't want him doing it.

So why don't you speak to Daddy Warbucks

and see how much it's worth?

I don't gotta ask nobody nothing.

That's a tough f***ing shot.

It's worth, maybe, $200 bucks.

$200? We're playing for $100,000

and you want to offer me $200?

Offer me $5,000,

and then maybe I'll think about it.

What are you saying, Joe?

You don't want to go home broke

once John makes this shot.

Listen, mister, all due respect...

but save your money,

'cause you don't know the game.

The shot can't be made.

It's up to you.

Here's your gas money.

You're gonna need it.

Excuse me.

Come on, get legs.

F***!

What the hell were you thinking?

I told you you couldn't make the shot.

- What are you doing?

- I'm taking my shot.

See, I just paid $5,000 for your shot.

Now it's my shot.

Listen, you can't do that.

- He just did.

- This is bullshit!

It's not an old trick

you should have been looking out for.

- This is f***ing bullshit, man!

- Here's what my brother owes you.

- F*** you.

- You and I got some unfinished business.

The rest of y'all clear out.

It's about to get rowdy in this motherf***er.

- Go!

- Later, Joe.

A game like that, you should be on the tour.

I don't think you'd want me beating you

every week.

You didn't beat me. I got hustled.

Maybe you did, and maybe you didn't.

- I guess I'm a hustler.

- Doesn't have to stay that way.

Think about it.

Wanna get out of here?

Let's go get your brother.

- Wait, we're not going in that.

- What are we going in?

We're going in that.

That's my Uncle Mike's car.

Not anymore. Come on.

Okay, boys, you ready?

Go.

Give me two seconds... Okay, I'm all right!

Jesus Christ.

- I'm telling you, right now- -

- No way those are real.

What we need is a plastic surgeon.

Shut up! We need a consensus,

all right? Tang?

They must be real. There's no scar.

I'm going with God.

Are you retarded?

There's laser technology now.

They can remove scars, plus God made

plastic surgery. 100- percent fake.

I don't know. It's a shot in the dark,

but I'll go with real.

I can't leave Max hanging on this.

They look great, but a little too amazing.

I'll say store- bought.

All right! Is that your final answer?

Want to take the 50- 50? Audience choice?

- Come on.

- All right, okay!

All right, Scarlet.

Here's the moment of truth.

- Are they real, or are they Memorex?

- They're real.

I knew it!

- Scarlet, they feel hard as a rock.

- Never go swimming. You'll drown.

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