Turn The River Page #5
- Because he wants
to beat your brains in,
that's why.
It's almost 5:
00in the morning.
Now, listen, you
don't need to win
six games.
Win four.
I'll make the
rest up in bets.
And don't be surprised
if he don't try
to f*** with you.
Like how?
- I don't know,
but he'll do something to try
to knock you off your rhythm.
Ten grand a rack.
Yup.
Cash.
Quinn's got mine.
And Quinn's
friend has mine.
Your dad would be sick.
And we're playing
nine ball.
Raise to seven.
What happened to one pocket?
It went away. Problem?
No problem.
What?
Just seems a chumpy game for us.
You want to quit me?
No, I'll play you.
Just think
it's beneath us is all.
Well... I'll learn
to live with it.
Lag for the break.
Nobody's going
to bet on this.
This is his game.
You'll be lucky
to sink even one nine ball.
F*** off, will you?
I need a minute.
No way.
I need a minute.
- No!
Then it's a forfeit.
The hell you say!
You took a three-hour break
earlier!
That wasn't in the middle
of a f***ing game.
She can take a
break at the end.
it's a forfeit.
All right.
You guys, move.
You okay?
Yeah.
You sure?
- Yeah.
Okay.
And this isn't the middle
of the f***ing game.
Who did that?
It's okay.
Your dad do that?
No, just a kid at school.
That Muftie kid?
Yeah.
I told you that
kid was bad news.
Yeah, but you were great.
Yeah?
Well... it worked out.
All right, get out of here.
Okay?
Hey, uh, Gulls.
Uh, tomorrow, when
you leave for school,
uh, pack some extra clothes
in your backpack, okay?
And find some excuse to get
what's-her-face to walk you
and leave the apartment
door unlocked.
Okay.
Oh, and meet me here.
That should do you and give
You reimburse yourself
a thousand?
It was $400.
You're going to need
all you can get.
You should take it.
Nah.
Hey.
What are you doing?
I just want
the broth.
Okay.
It's all in here.
Thanks.
There you go.
All right, look.
I took you at your word.
It's a fake gun,
but it looks real,
and if you put bullets
in it,
it's going to blow up
in your face.
Thanks.
And do me a favor, will you?
What's that?
When you get there,
just, uh, you know,
send me a postcard
of a pool table or something
just to tell me
that you made it safe.
Thanks, Markus.
Okay.
Take care.
It's locked, it's locked.
David.
David?
David.
David.
Kai?
What are you doing here?
I was in town,
thought I'd say hi.
How'd you get in?
Door was open.
You have to buzz.
Just followed
somebody in.
Where's Gulley?
He's at school.
Jesus.
What are you doing here, Rings?
Don't call me that.
Sorry.
So what are
you doing here?
Told you,
I was just in town.
Here,
brought you a coffee.
You what?
A coffee.
Look at you.
All grown up.
You want to know
what I've been up to?
What, like, the last, I don't
know, 11 years have been like?
No.
Yeah, you do.
How's Abby?
Well, give her my best.
He's been writing
to you, hasn't he?
Those letters
were, were to you?
That lying brat.
David,
do me a favor.
C-Can we just,
just sit here for a sec?
Please.
He wrote me
about a lot of stuff.
Yeah?
Like what?
Well... for one,
you're making him take dancing
lessons, for God's sakes.
Give me a break.
And how he has to lie
about going to church
and how he gets
into fights.
Every kid gets
into fights.
Yeah.
Not every kid has
to lie for his dad.
How'd he break his hand?
He fell down.
- How?
Kids fall down-- enough
with the f***ing grilling.
Seriously,
David,
I need you to stay in bed.
Shut up, Rings, okay?
Where the f*** is my watch?
David.
I need you to stay in bed
and don't call me Rings
even one more goddamn time!
Lay back down.
Lay back down.
What are you doing?
I'm taking him with me.
Well, he's
not here.
I know.
Oh, Jesus.
Now, tell me,
how did he fall down?
We just bumped
into each other.
Like I said... he wrote me
about a lot of stuff.
What do you think
you're doing, Kailey?
How Abby is the same.
You know the one thing
I'm gonna miss
is not being able
to tell her what a true
and hateful b*tch...
Ow!
F*** you.
- Like I said,
he wrote me
about a lot of stuff.
But the thing in his letters
that's the clearest
is what he never says.
Yeah, what's that?
He's scared of you.
'Cause you're angry all the
time and he doesn't know why.
And so you're taking him?
Right.
So why are you telling me?
You could have just taken
him without all this.
'Cause I want you to know
he's going to be okay.
You're pointing
a gun at me.
Doesn't inspire
confidence.
He's going to be fine.
He's going to be better.
He might actually have a couple
of f***ing friends.
You can get up now.
Hey, Rings?
You don't want to be
doing this, Rings!
It's why you're sick.
You know
it's wrong.
Ow!
God!
I told you to stop
calling me that.
Find yourself a little
nickname for Ellen.
I don't have one.
I know.
I don't know when
she'll be back.
Hopefully, she'll have a nice,
long breakfast somewhere
and linger a bit,
but until then...
just think about how I'm right.
He can't be
here anymore.
Something bad
will happen.
Abby will push harder,
you'll drink more,
something else will get broken.
Just...
just give me a chance.
Okay? I'll take
care of him.
Rings,
you don't
want to do this.
Rings.
If you feel like you have
to call the police,
just wait as long as you can.
You drive a truck?
That's great.
Come on, Gulls.
We've got to go.
But why do this to you?
She wanted me to know
that he'd be okay.
What?
She said...
he'd be better off
with her than with us.
Is she right?
David? Is she right?
Call the police.
Is there anything
I can do to help?
Nope.
Stay strapped in.
Okay.
I could help you drive.
You know how to
drive standard?
Yeah.
No, you don't.
Did you pack any
other clothes?
Some, yeah,
but they're in the back.
Okay, well, uh,
stay buckled in,
but lose the lawyer
outfit, will you?
Sure.
No, you're not listening--
she doesn't have
visitation rights.
Nobody's seen
that woman in 11 years.
Not even your grandson?
Absolutely not him.
She hasn't seen him
since he was born.
Where was that?
Ohio, near Columbus.
Where was that town?
David?
They may have been
writing each other.
Oh, for Christ sake, David!
I only just found out.
How?
What do you mean?
You said you don't
know where she was,
so how's your son
going to write her?
I-I don't know.
Okay.
Anything else?
She has a gun.
You keep telling us that.
At least let me shift.
No.
I'll roshambo you for it.
You'll what?
Rock, paper, scissors?
Oh, for God sakes.
All right, fine.
Really?
Promise.
Okay. On four, all right?
Okay, one, two, three.
I lied.
Oh!
- Now teach me.
Okay, up and towards
me is first.
Down is second.
Up and towards
you is third.
Down is fourth.
Okay, that's pretty much it.
But you gotta do it
when I push in the clutch,
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