The Gambler Page #6

Funny, but when you're near me

I'm in the mood for love

Heaven is in your eyes

Bright as the stars

we are under

Is there any wonder

I'm in the mood

For love

If there's a cloud above

If it should rain

we'll let it

But

For tonight

Forget it

I'm in the mood

For love

Why stop to think of whether

- Someone's waiting to see you.

- This little dream

Come on.

Who told you to move?

You're scared, huh?

Wanna know what

we're gonna do to ya?

Get.

Where do you come off,

bettin' figures like this?

I need time.

I told Hips that.

- Who told you to mention Hips?

- Hips.

- I don't know no Hips.

- Got 12,000.

Ten thousand of that came

from the Laker game last night...

which you had no f***in'

business playin'.

You're not comin' down

on anything anymore.

- I've dealt with Hips for 3 years.

- Let me straighten you out...

just so we understand

each other.

You're here to tell how you're gonna

make good on that debt right now.

I teach. You could have my checks.

I'm gonna get impatient if you don't

come out with something better.

What family you got?

My mother. Father died.

I have a grandfather...

A.R. Lowenthal.

- You know about him?

- Know him. Known him for 30 years.

- My father knew him.

- Know about his money.

What good is that

gonna do you?

- What's his is mine.

- Uh-uh.

- What does that mean?

- I already asked him for ya.

You asked him what?

- He said no.

- He couldn't have.

Why not? He's no schmuck.

He's a businessman.

What else you got?

Any cars, got any boats?

Got any property?

Huh? You haven't got anything,

you motherf***er.

What about that school?

What have you got up there besides

that pigeon sh*t they pay ya?

What do you mean?

You got any athletes

in that class of yours?

- Basketball player.

- Colored kid?

- Yeah.

- Get him.

- Take time.

- No, it won't.

They play at home

tomorrow night.

They'll be eight-point

favorites, minimum.

Now, if he wants, he can

win by seven, but no more.

But you get him

for tomorrow.

Can't do that.

You'll do it.

- Hi, Mr. Freed.

- Jack.

I want you to come by my office

after practice, Spence.

How 'bout tomorrow?

Got a game tonight.

No, today.

What's it about?

- It's personal.

- Personal?

Come in.

Sit down.

Take your foot down.

How'd you like to make

- For two hours work.

- Depends on what you have in mind.

There's a guy that's willing

to pay you 5,000 cash...

if you help him out tonight.

You don't have to lose the game,

you just have to make sure...

that you do not win

by more than seven.

You ain't just playin'

with all this gamblin' sh*t.

You know, I could get into a lot

of trouble off a thing like this.

You could get into a lot of trouble

off a thing like this.

Now, you lookin' to be

my cell mate?

- George Washington?

- Are you up to it, or not?

I don't want to talk to nobody.

I don't want to see nobody.

I don't want to hear no names.

I'll take the money from you.

And I'll take it all up front.

Okay.

See you later.

What are you doing here?

Vernon, turn down the Victrola.

- I said down, not off.

- How you doin', Axel?

Vernon, go away.

- You let me down.

- I let you down?

That's right.

The first time I needed you

behind me, and you were not there.

Just a minute. Let's get this

straight. You deceived me.

You were the one that lied.

It's true I kept things from you,

but I loved you.

What's the difference!

It's best this way. I didn't want

to bring you into it anyway.

You were sniffing for my money

just like all the others.

- Then why am I here now?

- Because you still need it.

- No, I don't.

- What do you mean?

- I took care of it.

- How?

How did you take care of it?

Your way. I fixed it.

My way? How would you know

how I did things?

I was as honest as any man with

great responsibility ever could be.

I dealt with those vipers

because I had to...

not because I wanted to.

Yes. And I spoke

with your mother.

Have you any idea

the pain you've caused her?

Are you sure

you don't need my help?

Come on, Spencer!

What the hell

are they doin'?

Three-twenty remaining

in the ball game.

Ten-point lead for NYC,

If Lewis ever snaps out

of this slump...

he'll team with Tom Russell

in the pivot position.

He's working very...

Set it up.

Let's go, go, go!

Get it in there! Aw!

Come on! Get it away from him!

Shoot it!

And NYC continues to have

fantastic luck...

despite the poor play

of Spencer Lewis.

Sixty-four to fifty.

A 14-point lead for NYC.

Spencer has the ball, right side.

He drives. Blows the easy layup.

Rebound pulled down by Tom Russell.

Banks off the backboard, up and in.

Tom Russell making up for

another Spencer Lewis mistake.

Sixty-six to fifty.

A sixteen-point lead for NYC.

- What the hell is goin' on?

- And NYC calls time-out.

With one minute, twenty-eight

seconds remaining in the game...

NYC leads, 66 to 50.

Hey, they're taking out

your boy.

The only question remaining now

is what NYC's final margin will be.

Jon, the only man who hasn't had

a good ball game has been Lewis...

and he's usually the man

Coach Beck expects the most from.

That's true, Mitch. Coach Beck

is sending Spencer to the bench...

and replacing him

with sophomore Duane Allen.

Let's go!

That's good.

That's all right.

Sixty-six to fifty-six.

A ten-point lead for NYC.

Come on! Run!

Where the hell are you going?

- Press, press.

- Don.

What you doin' on the court?

You're making

a mistake with Spencer.

- He'll get hot any minute.

- Look, you teach English.

I'll coach basketball.

Cover the ball. That's right.

This game has really

slowed down now.

Neither team seems to care much.

It is towards the end of the season.

In the right corner, it's

Spider Price. Hands to Smith.

Short jump shot is good.

Sixty-six, fifty-eight.

And the NYC lead

is now just eight points.

Inbounds pass goes to Dennis Page.

Page having trouble.

Stolen away by Price.

Price lays it in.

That's ten straight BSC points,

and Coach Beck wants a time-out.

Just 28 seconds left. NYC's lead

has been cut to six points.

They've stopped running.

They're throwing the ball away.

- They're not playing defense.

- Excuse me, Mitch.

But Coach Beck is sending

Spencer Lewis back into the game...

no doubt to try

and dribble out the clock.

Perhaps we'll see one of his

backwards stuff shots at the buzzer.

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six...

five, four...

three, two, one!

Okay. How do you feel?

It's all straightened out.

We're in the clear.

As a matter fact, the way I see it,

you got a favor comin' your way.

- What do ya mean?

- What, are you crazy?

You think they're just gonna let

this guy slip outta their hands?

He's got another year in college,

and then maybe the pros.

He did it for me.

He won't do it again.

Don't kid yourself.

Once you ain't a virgin no more,

you're a whore.

Besides, what the hell do you care?

You're in the clear.

You gentlemen will have to be

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