Turn The River Page #2

We made a picture

of some mountains

with a cottage and smoke

coming out of the chimney,

and we called it

Jungfrau Hot Chocolate.

Jungfrau. What's that?

It's a mountain in Switzerland.

No, it isn't.

Yes, it is.

Jungfrau?

Yeah.

It's nice you won.

It's not pronounced that way.

But it's real?

But it's pronounced Yung Frow.

But it exists.

Not pronounced that way,

it doesn't.

Hey.

Hi.

Do me a favor, okay?

Sure.

Maybe don't lecture me

on mountains in Switzerland.

I-I didn't think...

You might think you know

everything under the sun,

but trust me, you don't.

I know.

Just don't

lecture me.

Think you can

handle that?

Okay.

Terrific.

Well, good morning.

Hey.

How'd you sleep?

- Terrific.

Place looks a little better.

Oh, yeah.

It's great for

a week night.

There a game here?

Yeah, maybe.

That kid in the

stupid track suit--

he'll play you.

But he only plays

ten dollar racks.

That won't even be gas money.

Who are the guys

playing one pocket?

The older guy

is Duncan.

The other fella--

I don't know his name.

He's gonna quit soon.

I ain't never seen him

won a game yet.

Okay. I'll try for Duncan.

That's gonna

be a hard

game to get.

He's good.

He'll also try

to negotiate weight.

Should I give him any?

No! He's good.

All right, I'll be

back in an hour.

Keep him here

if he wants a game.

Hey, is Markus there?

You got a number for him?

Okay, well, uh,

maybe if you run into him.

I know, but maybe

if you just happen to see him,

can you tell him

that Kailey's in the city,

and to keep an eye out?

Kailey. K-A-I-L-E-Y.

He'll know.

For Gulls tomorrow.

You Duncan?

I am, yeah.

Kailey.

It's nice to meet you.

Want to play

some one pocket?

Maybe. For what?

I don't know.

Okay. Give me two balls.

No. Can't.

Quinn says I can't

give any weight.

He does, huh?

He does, and

he's a fair guy.

Is he staking you?

No.

Okay.

Maybe. But he's wrong.

I don't know.

Seemed to play okay

earlier tonight.

I was playing

against Mike Simms.

Play him every week.

Beat him every week.

He's a degenerate.

He loves to lose.

It's no reflection.

How about no weight,

but a guaranteed renegotiation

after five games?

Okay, but we play

for a hundred a rack.

Okay.

Lack for break.

No, I'll give you the break.

I'll take

the right pocket.

Seven ball.

Nice games.

Maybe you should be

giving me a ball.

Nope.

- But out, Quinn.

I'll give her a ball.

Nope, she's gonna quit.

What the f*** Quinn?!

You pull me off a game

just when the dipshit's

about to give me a ball?!

Jesus f***ing sh*t!

He ain't a dipshit.

He still would've took ya.

F*** you.

Oh, f*** yourself.

You're playing like sh*t, Kai.

I know it. You know it.

You're wrong.

- No.

I easily had the last game.

You barely got the last game.

I don't know what's

on your mind, but,

you know, you're not

playing half-way decent.

Where are you going?

To find a f***ing game.

Well, go get it.

Kai! Kai!

I thought you

hated this city.

More and more

every f***ing day.

How are you Markus?

I'm all right.

Uh, I'm not really a

running kind of guy, so...

Thank you.

Oh, what are you doing in town?

Trying to get out.

Oh, that should be easy enough.

- No.

Really out.

Oh.

I'm thinking Canada out.

Oh.

You could do that, right?

I could, yeah.

How much would that be?

$10,000, thereabout...

There'll be two of us.

Twenty.

He's a kid.

Oh, that's...

that's different, Kai.

Yeah, I figured.

No, I mean, that's

really different.

I can get you

a passport,

get you into Canada,

no problem, but...

traveling with a kid?

That is way different.

They look hard-- single

adults traveling with kids.

Passport'd have to be

f***ing bomb-proof.

Can you still do it?

Maybe, uh...

the price goes up.

How much up?

Fifty, at least.

How long?

Couple of weeks.

Let's do it.

Where are you going?

To raise your f***ing money.

What about Mexico?

I don't speak Spanish, Markus.

Mexico's nice.

Hey, uh...

Jameson neat, water back.

Thanks.

Four Buds.

Are those guys your boyfriends?

What?

Why don't you invite

me on your team?

What?

Invite me on your team.

Why?

Because it might

be fun to beat them.

Take my place.

Really?

Yeah. F***ing hate this game.

That guy your boyfriend?

Depends on who you ask.

I suppose I'll ask you.

Nope.

Okay, then.

She's playing for Kat.

What?

She's on my team.

Okay.

No, no, who the

f*** is this?

Come on, let's play.

It'd be fun.

Lady, this isn't, uh...

like, you know,

an open thing.

Come on. It'll be fun.

Seriously.

F*** off.

No, Brad.

Let her play.

Okay. Here's, uh...

hundred dollars.

I'm gonna play you

or the both of you.

I'm gonna play with--

sorry, what's your name again?

Charlotte.

Charlotte here...

and we'll beat you.

Okay.

But, uh, both

of us play you.

Sure. Do you

have a hundred dollars?

B*tch.

Nice talk.

Go ahead and break.

F***!

Do you want to go?

You can.

Nah, go for it.

Uh, take the three.

Which one?

Just hit it right there,

and it'll roll down the side.

Sorry.

Don't f***ing choke.

Just sink

a f***ing ball.

Oh!

F*** you!

F***!

Don't worry.

Just aim for my finger.

Okay.

Just aim for my finger.

You're a f***ing b*tch.

Take it easy, man.

Get the f*** out of here.

You owe me a hundred dollars.

You missed that shot on purpose.

Probably.

You still owe me

a hundred dollars.

Who the f***

do you think you are?

You f***ing b*tch!

Is she here?

No, why?

Because it was

not mailed.

Well, she gave me

that before she left.

Oh. Hang around

if you'd like, kiddo.

Okay.

What time is it?

About 6:
00.

When?

Wednesday afternoon.

What are you looking at?

I'm just checking you out.

I heard you're

not supposed

to let someone

hit in the head

sleep for very long,

but every time I try

to wake you up,

you take a swing at me.

So I thought I'd just...

sit here and watch you.

To see if I'd just

stop breathing?

Don't need any stitches,

but I'd leave

the bandage on.

So what was that

about last night?

I just wanted a game.

You win?

- Yup.

How much?

You didn't win sh*t.

Give me a break.

What's that?

About two thou.

Enough for you

to get out of here and...

catch a little rest.

You're a mess.

I know I'm a mess.

I got coldcocked

by some dipshit frat boy.

I can't hustle a game

to save my life,

I got blood all over my clothes,

and I seem to be

throwing up a lot.

I know I'm a mess, Quinn.

What's that throwing up about?

Nervous, I guess.

What are you nervous about?

I'm going to get him back.

Kai, you don't even have

visitation rights

let alone custody.

I know.

It would be kidnapping.

I know.

Eventually,

they'll come looking for you.

Not eventually.

I'll be the first person

they come looking for.

I'm his mother.

And I have a record.

You do?

Yep.

- What for?

Running a card room.

They put you in jail for that?

F***!

Small town.

And one b*tch came in

and made a huge racket.

Who?

Gulley's grandmother, Abigail.

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