Turn The River Page #4

Lots a, a lot

of changes.

Yeah.

- I mean different school, different city,

all of that.

- I know.

What about missing Eric?

I wouldn't miss him

that much.

What about missing

your dad?

Dad found the letter.

Oh.

But he didn't know

it was to you.

Oh, well, that's

okay then.

Yeah, but still,

he was mad about it

and this is going

to make him really, really mad.

Yeah.

No, I know it will.

And it will make

Abby mad, too,

but you know what?

You won't be around

to see it

so you don't have to

worry about it, okay?

Okay.

Okay-Okay you want

to do it?

Uh-huh.

You gotta make sure

you see Mr. Quinette

every single day, okay.

'Cause we can't

see each other.

Yeah.

And listen...

if we do this,

where we're going,

there might not be any

cotillions or any of that fancy stuff.

Is that going

to be okay?

Yeah.

- Okay.

Try and keep your

nose clean, okay.

How was the trip?

- Good.

Coffee?

- Yeah, please.

Got any money left?

I made a couple hundred

in a card game.

Okay!

Come on, I got somebody

I want you to meet.

This is Ralph.

Uh...

hey, Ralph.

I want you

to play him.

Okay, uh, what do you

want to play, Ralph?

One pocket.

$100 a rack.

How you doing?

Good. I'm up.

How much?

$600.

Out of how many racks?

I got to say the

kid's good,

but I'm shooting the

lights out of him.

It was nice meeting

you, ma'am.

You're a good shot.

What the f*** was that?

That was an audition.

For him or me?

For him.

Remember Billy Victor?

California guy.

That's his kid,

Ralphie.

I gave him a grand.

Out of the two

that I offered you.

I told him,

"You lose $600 exactly.

"Don't tip your hand

"and get your best game,

you can keep the $400."

That kid was laying down?

Bullshit!

There's no way that

kid could beat me.

Oh, I don't know

whether he can

or he can't, but I do know

that he can lose to you.

And that's better

for us.

Why?

-'Cause you're not going to get this game

for 60 K all by yourself.

You need a stalking horse

and I believe we got him.

Jesus Christ, Quinn, could you

at least give me a head's up

when you're doing

sh*t like this?

Why?

If he can take

a fall to you,

he can convince

anybody.

So give me

my $600 back.

Oh, listen to me,

there's no way he could

take you straight up.

Controlled losing

is not winning.

Hey, see that guy

over there.

Is that guy lurking around

for you?

Yeah.

He's clearly not here

for the pool.

He's just

drawing attention

to himself.

Would you get him

the hell out of here?

Yeah.

This is a ridiculous game.

'Cause you suck at it.

- Yeah, I do, I know.

But I mean, it doesn't

even have the appeal

to try to get

better for it.

I mean, it's just,

it's irritating.

That's 'cause

you suck at it.

Come on.

Don't get too excited.

It's just the photos.

Okay.

I'll have

the money soon.

I'm not worried,

uh, you know.

They'll be ready in

a couple of days.

Come here.

What?

- Look, I need you to do something,

besides get me

my money.

I want you to figure out

where you're going to cross.

What do you mean?

Well, these are going

to be good.

They're going to be as good

as anything you've ever seen.

But, since you've got a kid,

you try to go through

a major airport,

like, uh, Toronto

or Vancouver,

you're just asking

for trouble.

- We're driving.

Yeah, but still, um...

like Niagara Falls,

still stupid.

Okay.

- Okay.

Uh, you taking your own car?

No, no, I won it

in a card game.

But the guy keeps

holding the paper

thinking he can

get it back.

That's a dumb guy.

Hey, uh...

Markus...

What? What?

- I need one more thing.

A gun.

Look,

that's not the kind of thing you

say in just like a talky voice.

Doesn't have to work.

In fact, I don't

even need bullets.

But it should look good.

- No.

There's reason in the world

you need a pretend gun.

You either need a real one

or you don't.

No, I need a real looking

pretend one.

Hey, Quinn!

Quinn, get up!

I got breakfast.

Quinn!

...I don't eat

breakfast!

Go away!

Oh, for God's sakes.

You have to... oh.

Kailey, don't!

Oh...

- Sorry.

Uh...

sorry again.

You're making

my retirement

difficult in many, many ways.

It just...

What?

I don't know, it just...

sorry.

Why the early morning

enthusiasm?

Here.

What's this?

Just some things to remember

when people come asking.

People?

Police people?

Probably.

Okay.

"She slept on top of

the table for a few days,

"and then

was gone.

She played

lots of pool."

You could have slipped this

under the door.

I already said I'm sorry.

Okay.

I need to set up the game soon.

Well, all we

can do is try.

Duncan plays this...

this guy Mike Simms every week,

and he beats him every week,

without fail.

First step,

we got to get rid of

this degenerate Simms,

and get

Duncan to play

Ralphie Victor, and if

Ralphie does his job

the way we know he can,

Duncan should have a

good taste in his mouth

when you come around.

Okay. I'll get Markus

to distract Simms for us.

Yeah, but you got

to keep your eye

on me, because...

if you don't play

him just right,

he'll slip the hook.

Okay. There's more

on the back. The letter.

On-On the back.

"Don't lie for me.

At all."

You got it.

It's not a sex thing.

- Yes, it is.

It's not. I asked.

It is. Your mother

wanted an abortion.

It's not that.

It's like an annuls.

It's the same thing.

It's not.

It's like a divorce,

but for the church.

A divorce from God?

I guess.

- That's even worse then.

Shut up, and she

didn't even get it.

But she wanted to.

- Shut up!

Nice games.

No more?

No.

You want to play again?

Come on.

I'll give you the ball

I offered you before.

No.

I'll give you two balls.

What were we

playing before?

A hundred a rack.

Okay.

Why don't we do five a rack,

and I'll still take the weight.

Okay.

But I'm not going

to give you the first break.

So we'll lag.

Nice.

We got to play

straight up.

No more giving you weight.

Okay. Let's go a

thousand a rack.

Sure.

This can't be

a cash game anymore.

Hey,

go down and lock the door.

I thought you might like this.

What is it?

It's a book of poems

by Sherwood Anderson.

He was a poet, but he worked

in advertising first.

Oh.

I just... I thought

you might like it.

That it?

How much am I down?

How much am I down?

That's a lot.

You should quit.

I'll play you

for $10,000 a rack,

but I need a break first.

I'll be back in an hour or so.

You be here?

I'll be here.

It's back to being a cash game

from now on.

Okay.

Okay.

Here. Give him

one of these.

No, no.

Come on, eat it.

You'll need it.

And try to get a

rest, will you?

Just stretch

out right here.

What about you?

Well, I'm fine.

I chewed most the enamel

off my teeth, but I'm fine.

What have you

got there?

Okay. Plus,

that's seven, five he owes.

This is, uh...

...25, 600 something.

Sh*t.

Lose two in a row,

we're through.

What if he doesn't come back?

Oh, he's coming back.

How do you know?

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