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[Tony Sr.] Yeah, alright.

That's alright.

That's good. Let's go.

[people chattering]

[man] Let's go. Let's go.

[Tony Sr.] Come on now.

- [music playing]
- [bowling pins thumping]

There you are. Thank you.

[everybody cheering]

Hey...

What's up, Joey?

Detective Vasquez.

- You staying out of trouble?
- Mr. Clean, that's me.

Good luck tonight.
I'm pulling for you guys.

Yeah.

Third place, kind of crazy, right?

[lasers whizzing ]

Look at Big Tony.

Come on.

Hey. Pay attention.

Our fearless Captain.
He'd kill his mother for that trophy.

I wouldn't put it past him.

- No one's going to win that one.
- That's the idea.

I like that little guy.

It's kind of special.

This is our chance...
Cora, come over here.

Alright.

Listen up, guys.

I've been wearing this shirt
for 17 years.

Not consecutively.

Yes, that's true.

Thank you.

But even when I was upstate
on "my little sabbatical,"

I was dreaming of this moment.

What are you doing? What is that?

- A toy.
- He started a toy company.

Is it a toy that can walk down the alley

- and knock over some pins?
- No.

Then it can't help us, can it?

People, please we have to focus.

We're so close to the finals
I can taste it.

İt's only a game, Mr. Caruso.

You see that?

That right there is crazy talk.

I wish you people could
hear yourselves sometimes.

I need a drink.

[Tony Sr. cheering]

That's our guy.

Come on, now.

Put it in there.

That looks good.

[everybody cheering]

What did you do your old lady for?

- [man speaking at the same time]
- How much? A million? Two million?

[both yelling]

[Burl] Here we go. Looking again.

[both men grunt]

Fifteen minutes of drinking beer,

ten seconds of physical activity,

greatest game ever invented.

[grunts]

[Tony Sr.] Come on, baby, let's go now.
Concentrate...

- [Burl] There you go. Oh Yeah!
- That might be the best ball of the night.

Pick that up.

[gunshot]

- [chattering]
- [rock music playing]

Stop celebrating and start focusing.

[chattering]

[Tony Sr.] Here we go.

Hey...

What the hell is that?

Not cool, man.

[police siren]

Caruso, thank you for coming.

Of course.

You okay?

Still trying to wrap my head around it.
He's back here.

His name is Joey Wingate. He worked here.

Did the odd jobs...
You know, shoe rentals, cleanup...

Did you know him?

I was his PO for three years.
I got him the job.

They found him back behind the pins.
One round...

point-blank, it was a 9mm.

[groans]

A quarter.

Lucky you.

Look, the ME's ruling suicide, but...

I don't see it.
Maybe I don't want to see it, really.

Did somebody lose a quarter?

Anyone?

Frankie, did you drop a quarter?

Caruso, it's a quarter.
Forget about the quarter. Just keep it.

Keep it?

That's what people do, I mean,
normal people.

[TJ sighs]

Look, I was talking to... Hello?

Joey. I was talking to Joey
about an hour ago.

He was filling with claw machine.
He was fine.

- I'm going to leave it at the front desk.
- Wait a minute. Let me look at that.

You know what? It's my quarter,
I remember now.

Must have dropped it over there.

Thank you.

[policemen chattering]

- What do you think?
- Self-inflicted. That's where I'm leaning.

Gunshot residue on the glove,
position of the body...

He had another pair of gloves
in his pocket.

The guy had two pair of gloves.

One for work and one for killing himself?

And where are his keys?

- What keys?
- I talked to him an hour ago.

He was wearing a big keyring.

We're going to need a little more time.

Alright, I'll leave these blank for now.
Buy you another day...

But...

this counts as a birthday gift.

- What are you doing tonight?
- What's today, Monday?

- Laundry.
- No, it's Tuesday.

- Laundry.
- No, you're not. You're coming with me.

We're going to Joey's apartment.

No, Cora you can't.
It's not an official homicide.

- You need a warrant.
- I'm two steps ahead of you.

His niece owns the building.
I already talked to her.

She's letting us in.

Nice and legal.

It's dark out there,
better bring your halo.

"Bring your halo..."

That is funny.

Thank you.

[TJ sighs]

Looks like a real apartment.

Only smaller and...

crappier.

A little respect.

He's not even cold yet.

He was a reader.

True Crimes.

I don't see a note.

They don't always leave one.

In fact, they rarely do.

- [traffic]
- [police siren]

Caruso.

Someone must have been here.
They were looking for something.

- How do you figure?
- He loved his mother.

He was obsessed with her.
He'd never leave her picture like this.

Maybe.

And look at this... Pants pockets?

Whatever they were looking for
must have been small.

Maybe.

Would you stop saying "Maybe"?
You're driving me nuts.

How'd they get in?

- All the windows were locked.
- They had a key, remember?

Maybe.

[people chattering]

- It's not personal.
- The hell, it isn't.

"After thorough review,

our initial findings are unchanged."

They're still ruling it a suicide.
They didn't even read my report.

It's been ever, thus. They're just worried
about their clearance rate.

[Tony Sr.] Now, at least we can move on,
and get back to what's really important.

Winning the semi-finals on Friday night.

We've got to keep the pressure on.

We've got to make
those early frames count.

Tony, we're not talking about bowling now.

Joey Wingate was my first client.
I promised him I would take care of him.

- So it's a maternal thing.
- It's not a maternal thing.

It's a justice thing. I'd do the same
thing for any one of you, even him.

[clears throat] Well, thank you.

Hey, look. I didn't know the guy.
I'd seen him around.

I'd seen him cleaning the men's room.

Obviously, he loved the game.
He loved bowling.

And I think
the best way to honor his memory

would be to go out
and win those semi-finals on Friday night.

How about we honor his memory

by finding the son of a bitch
who killed him?

That could work too.

I have been studying
the surveillance footage from the alley,

Nobody entered or exited the building...

during the tournament.

- So, the shooter was on one of the teams?
- Or he works there.

- What are you proposing?
- An unsanctioned mission.

[TJ laughs] There's no such thing.

[Cora] There is now.
I say we keep bowling...

twice a week, like we normally do.

- I love this plan, we keep bowling.
- There's only one change.

- TJ's on the team.
- Excuse me?

- No!
- Yes. I need you there.

In the tournament.
You're the best investigator we've got.

Time. Bad idea.

- Very bad.
- TJ...

No offense. You suck. He's not an athlete.

He doesn't have any coordination.
He still can't ride a bike.

- That's true.
- It doesn't matter.

It's not about winning.

[Tony Sr.] Wait a minute.

We are in the semi-finals.

We can see the promised land
after 17 years.

And anyway, it's a four man roster.

That's a league rule.
You can't just add another bowler.

- He's taking his place. Ryan you're out.
- Okay.

[Tony Sr.] What do you mean, okay?

I'd rather work on this, anyway.
The toy fair is coming up in five weeks.

- [Cora] Oh, the toy fair.
- Have you ever bowled in your life?

When I was ten, for a birthday party.

I'll call the alley,
tell them to put the bumpers back on.

That's what's wrong with this country
in a nutshell.

You know? I'm supposed to apologize...

for wanting to win.

Let me tell you something.
I refuse to apologize.

[music playing]

You with me?

Absolutely, Mister C.

I mean, after all...
Cora's friend Winston...

- Wingate.
- [Tony Sr.] Wingate. Whatever...

He's gone. The man is dead.
Nothing's going to change that.

The only thing we can change

is who's going to bring home that trophy
Friday night.

And it sure as hell ain't going to be us
with my verkakte son in the lineup.

What is that thing?

I call it Orbo.
It's a remote-controlled ball.

- Orbo?
- Yeah.

- You want to invest?
- Maybe.

[Tony Sr.] It all depends.

On what? The color?
We can change the color.

I don't care about the color.

How big can you make it?

- [balls thumping and rolling]
- [bowling pins clink]

How should I know why he killed himself?
You knew him better than me.

- Was Joey worried about money?
- Probably. You know someone who isn't?

That's a good point.

[players cheering]

Hello baby. How are you?

[humming]

- Where's your remote?
- It's here.

Good.

Mr. Caruso, I'm sorry.
I don't think I can go through with this.

It's not fair to the other bowlers.

Ryan we talked about this.

This is not really cheating.

We're trying
to build up his confidence.

TJ's never bowled before.
It's like training wheels.

I don't know.

Remember, this is not just a game.

This is also a homicide investigation.

We lose tonight, that's it.
We're eliminated. We have to go home.

But, he doesn't even
know what we're doing.

Of course he doesn't know.
Have you met my son?

He'd have an aneurysm
if he thought he was cheating.

Even though he's not. He's not cheating.

- Training wheels.
- That a boy. Alright. Okay. See you.

Terrible thing about Joey Wingate.

Were you working that night?

- Do I know you?
- No, it's my first time here.

No, I... told a lie.

I was here when I was ten
for a birthday party.

Anyway, we were just over there,
my friends and I,

and we were talking about Joey,
so I was curious...

I don't have time for curious.
It's League Night.

Right, but I was just wondering...
if that night you saw anything unusual...

There was blood on the bowling balls.

I would call that unusual.

[girl sighs] What are you drinking?

I don't drink.

Okay. I think we're done here.

Anthony!

You're up.

Come on.

[Tony Sr.] Excuse me.

Excuse me.

- What are you doing?
- I got a ball.

Don't use that.

- Why?
- Because I bought you a ball.

Custom made.

Fifteen pounds. It's perfect.

- "Big Bad Wolf."
- You don't like it?

- I don't think I can live up to it.
- Let's see what happens.

[Ryan huffs and puffs]

[ball thumps]

- [Burl shouts] Wowwww!
- [Tony Sr. laughs]

That is one hell of a hook.

[Tony Sr. laughs] The kid's a natural.

[everybody cheering]

[Cora and Burl cheering and laughing]

Wait a minute.

Where you going?

Are you crying?

I can't do this.

It's so wrong.

- It's just wrong.
- I feel awful too.

I'm sick about it.

But we can't stop now.

If he starts rolling gutter balls now,
how would that look?

People would start asking questions,
maybe examine that ball.

And remember,
this is the Brooklyn Bowling Association.

They don't mess around.

I mean, they'd never believe
Junior wasn't in on it.

They'd break his thumbs, maybe worse.

You can't stop now.

We're in too deep.

We're in too deep.

- Alright.
- Yeah.

- Go back.
- Okay.

[Tony Sr.] Come on, baby,
show them how it's done.

- [Burl] Come on, baby.
- Come on, son.

Oh, yeah.

Come on, TJ.

[Cora screaming]

[everybody cheering]

The big... bad... wolf!

[everybody cheering]

[people yelling]

[officer] I've been bowling my whole life,
never got close to 240.

You might be over-thinking your stroke.
I'll come by a little later and...

- give you a few pointers.
- That would be great.

- We can hit Farrell's after.
- Grab a couple beers.

Or ginger ale. Whatever.

Yeah, I would...

[laughs] I'd like that.

We'll just...

hang out.

No biggie. Just the guys.

[Ryan] Oh, my God.

[Burl] Are you okay?

[Ryan] I'm fine.

You know, I'm still mad at myself
about that third frame.

I really let at 3:10 split just...

getaway.

Yeah, you had one hell of a game.

Talk about beginner's luck.

[Burl] That wasn't luck.
I don't know what the hell that was.

He had one shot, Frame Eight.

The ball was in the gutter.
In the damn gutter.

It hopped out of the gutter...

and made the spare.

It was like a religious experience.

It's all in the topspin.

Well, let's keep our eye
on the prize here.

Are you referring, by chance,
to the BBA tournament trophy?

No, I'm referring to the guy who shot
my friend, Joey Wingate, in the skull.

[policemen chattering]

Listen up.

Joey did a three-year stint
for mail fraud.

He was selling non-existent condos
to little old ladies.

One of them was a widow from Rochester,

Francine Carruthers.

Her nephew is in the league.
Bowling for Coronet Realty.

Nephew?

That's thin.

- I know it's thin, but it's all we've got.
- I do hope you're wrong, Cora.

I'd hate to think a fellow bowler,

a denizen of the lanes,
could do such a thing.

Frankly, it reflects badly on all of us.

[Ryan moans deeply]

- [balls thumping and rolling]
- [bowling pins clink]

[people wooing]

[man] Come on.

[Tony Sr.] Come on, now.

[taps the chalk]

I think you're ready, Anthony.
Could you just roll the ball?

Oh, yeah.

[Burl] Ooooooooooooooooh...

[everybody shout] Yeah!

[everybody cheering]

[Tony Sr.] Look at him!

Aunt Francine?
I haven't seen her since my confirmation.

- She didn't even come to my wedding.
- So you have no idea Joey ripped her off?

No, ma'am.
It's the first I'm hearing of it.

So, where were you when he was killed?

[laughs] I was standing right there.

Hold on. I can prove it.

That's the gunshot.

- I'd like a copy of that, if I could.
- Excuse me.

Whatever this is, can it wait?
This game's do or die for us.

I was just leaving.
I'm Detective Vasquez.

Just asking some questions
about Joey Wingate.

What kind of questions? It was a suicide,
right? That's what everybody says.

We still have to do the paperwork.
Just a formality.

I don't understand,
are you bowling or working?

A little of both, I guess.
I don't believe we've met.

Lionel Sykes.

Lenny to my friends.

So you're the captain of the team?

Congratulations,
you guys have had a hell of a season.

We thought so too,
until Cinderella showed up out of nowhere.

[TJ yells and laughs]

- What's his secret?
- Clean living.

If that's the case,
it's too late for me.

Let's go. Come on, son.

Is he the guy?

[huffs]
It's a dead end. His alibi is airtight.

- That's a first.
- How's the rookie of the year doing?

- I think he just ran out of luck.
- Come on, get some of it.

[Burl grunts loudly and laughs]

[everybody cheering]

My world makes no sense.

Big... Bad... Wolf!

[Tony Sr.]
That's the way. There's one. There it is!

- [everybody cheering]
- [Cora] That was pretty good.

Let's go.

Come on, T.

[Cora] Wiggle it out.

[Burl] What kind of wolf is it?
A bad wolf.

[everybody cheering]

[Tony Sr.] Yeah, that's good.

Farrell's, to win.

Betting on your own team?

Why? You know something we don't?

Just feeling lucky.

- You ever get that feeling?
- Bubala, I'm a bookie.

I can't afford to feel lucky.

Farrell's to win.

- Caruso...
- Not a good time, Cora.

I know how Joey got the gun.

My friend at Verizon finally
coughed up his phone records.

Do you remember Nolan Zander?

Handguns 'R Us?
Joey called them four times last month.

Cora...

He hangs out at the gym
on Barrister Street.

He's probably there right now.

Cora, I guess you have not noticed,
I have a perfect game going.

[huffs and yells]
Whooooo's ready for The Wolf?

[everybody cheering]

Get your marshmallows,

because I am on fire.

Go get it, baby.

Come to Papa, heel.

Heel.

[everybody yelling and cheering]

Tony Sr. laughing

[TJ] I can't believe it.

Dad.

Okay, let's go. Wolf, wolf! Yeah.

[everybody] Wolf, wolf, wolf!

[TJ] Thank you very much.

[girls courting TJ]

Sure, you can take a selfie.

- Stay in school.
- [girls shout] Smile!

Don't do drugs.

Thank you, ladies.
Thank you so much.

- [girls imitate wolf]
- [TJ imitates and roars]

[TJ] I'm only one man. Please.

Thank you, ladies.

Ginger ale?

With... a straw?

- How did you know?
- I've been paying attention.

It's kind of hard not to.

- Would you like an autograph?
- [girl chuckles]

I think I might need
more than an autograph.

[tin clicks]

Hey.

Hey.

What's this?

It's a trophy case.

Where's it going to go?

Right here.

I want it to be the first thing you see
when you walk downstairs.

[laughs] The first thing I see...

I want you to be proud of me.
I know how...

disappointed you were
that I never played sports.

- You don't think I was proud of you?
- Dad, come on.

Do you remember when I quit Little League?

You made me put my arm in a cast,
so you could tell people I got hurt.

You took it off,

I remember that.

Eleven years old, you wouldn't play along.

There'll be plenty of trophies now.

It's like that movie Pinocchio, you know?

That's how I feel.

"Like a real boy."

What's this?

I bought a second one, you know...

for next year.

Yeah.

Don't you think it's fascinating?

He went his whole life.

He had a gift, a gift for bowling...
and never knew it.

Maybe I could play the bassoon.

Maybe I'm the world's greatest bassoonist,
but I just don't know it.

I just don't recognize him anymore.

Who's that?

TJ.

He used to be
a little tightly-wound, but...

he was the real thing.

The last honest man.

Now it's all about how tight the lane is,

and, "Where am I gonna put
all my trophies?"

And, "Did you see
how that last ball hooked?

And... "You'll never bowl as good as me,

because bowling like I bowl,
it can't be taught."

It's instinctive.

Like playing the bassoon.
It can't be taught.

He's become so self-centered and awful,
I could almost picture myself dating him.

So go out with him.

I don't go out
with people I would go out with.

Those days are over.

There he is.

- There he is.
- Yes.

[Burl clears throat]

Should we pick him up now?

[Cora] No, I want to see where he lives.

Something I've got to tell you,
like a heads up...

What's that?

I don't run.

You don't run. What does that mean?

Just so you know, if he takes off...

- What's that, like, your policy?
- Exactly.

- What if he's getting away?
- We get him tomorrow.

Or we get somebody else.

There's always somebody else.

What kind of cop are you?

Tired.

Good luck.

Zander. Stop!

- [tires squeak]
- [car honk]

[gasps and grunts]

We got him.

Recognize this?

Wasn't just the phone calls.

Joey had a box of shells in his pocket
with your prints on it.

You've got to wipe the prints
off the box, man.

- [Burl] That's gun dealing 101.
- [Cora] Nolan, look at me.

Hi.

Rudy Ferranta in the DA's office
has a shovel in his hands.

He wants to bury you.

You sold this piece.

You sold it to Joey Wingate.

He said he needed it.

- For protection.
- Protection from who?

He didn't say.

He said he found something.

- He was scared.
- Found something?

- Money?
- He didn't say.

All I know is he said he found something.

Something.

Said it was like winning the lottery.

I want Caruso to hear this.

Don't go anywhere.

Hey, where is Caruso?

He left about 20 minutes ago.

He left?

He said he was following his... bliss.

He was acting all strange.

He hugged me.

[policemen chattering]

[phone ringing]

No.

Wait... what?

I'm quitting the force.

I'm going to become a professional bowler,
full-time.

Hold on. Let's hold on here a minute.

Tap the brakes.
Who else have you told about this?

Nobody.

Then it's not official.

I'm gonna wait
until I win the tournament tomorrow,

but my mind's made up.

No, it's not.

- Yes, it is.
- No it's not.

- There are factors to consider here.
- Like what?

Factors.

We have factors.

Son, you've worked so hard
to get to where you are.

I mean, you're the lead investigator
on the All-City Homicide task force.

There are ten other detectives
that can do my job.

- I work with two of them.
- That is not true.

You have the best clearance rate
in the city. You have a gift.

Dad, this is my gift.

Okay? Bowling is my gift.

I'll be honest with you,
I don't even know how I do it.

It's like Divine intervention.
That's my only explanation.

- Oh, my God.
- When I'm on the line...

the ball is in my hand...

I feel it.

I am His instrument.

[Tony Sr. groans heavily]

- Oh, my gosh.
- Are you okay?

I need a minute. I need a minute to think.

I've got a big decision to make.

It's not your decision, Dad.

In a way it is.

It's what Mom would have wanted.

Right? Find your bliss. Follow it.

Alright.

[sighs] Look...

I've got to tell you something.

There's a reason
you can't be a professional bowler.

I know what you're going to say.
It's my pension, right?

- I'd be throwing it all away.
- There is that.

Well, Dad...

you can relax.

Okay? I've done my homework.

I'm bowling 285 a game. That's my average.

I keep that pace up...

I'll see two million dollar
my first season of the circuit.

- Two million?
- More if you include endorsements.

We're going to need a good accountant.

In other words, the government
takes half your money.

- I've got a guy, let me call him.
- You can't use your guy.

- Why not?
- We're not using your guy.

[bottles clinking]

- [woman] Did you sleep here?
- Yeah, I guess I did.

[man] Tough night?
You need a ride home?

I'm good.

What do you think?

We've got reporters
coming from miles around.

Everybody wants to see your boy.

You must be excited, too.

[huffs] Me?

You're his number one fan.

Same seat every day.
You can't take your eyes off him.

His biggest fan?

Oh, my God.

After today, you'll probably
be farting through silk.

I heard he's going pro.

Big national tour.
Thirty-seven states.

- Not without me he's not.
- Are you his good luck charm?

[Ryan laughs]

I need a bigger wrench for this.

Look in that box, will you?

It's locked.

That was Joey's box.
Why in hell would he lock it?

[shakes locker]

[Cora] Good work, Detective.
You cracked the case.

We know this guy.

Yeah, that's Lionel Sykes.
He's in the tournament.

He bowls for Coronet Realty.

I knew there was something hinky
about him.

[grunts] What the heck?

This is gross. Did he do that?

Cops in Philly thought so,
but they couldn't prove it.

There's no physical evidence.
Joey was a true crime fanatic.

He must have read about the case
and then recognized Sykes.

So, he recognized him?

Yeah, you're right.
There had to be something more.

Joey had to have found something.

A piece of evidence tying Sykes
to his wife's murder.

Then, knowing Joey, he must have
tried to shake him down.

That old fool.

At least we know where to find him.

He's bowling against us
in the finals tomorrow night.

Sudden death.

Sudden death, that's appropriate.

Should we tell the lieutenant?

- I just did.
- [incoming text]

What did he say?

He said right now the only case
he's interested in

is his new trophy case.

Welcome to this,
the finals of the BBA Championship.

Tonight Farrell's Bar taking on

the defending champs
from Coronet Realty.

Let's meet the team captains.

Gentlemen...

Tony Caruso,
AKA Big Tony to his friends,

of which I'd like to think that I'm one.

And of course, we've got Lionel Sykes
from Coronet Realty.

Tony, the big story tonight...

your son, Tony Junior,

joining the team
just three short weeks ago,

as a replacement bowler,

and like the proverbial bat out of hell,

has dominated, ever since,
propelling this team

almost single-handedly

to the championship match tonight.
What do you think?

All I can say is he's a good boy
and I couldn't be prouder of him.

Did you take him bowling as a kid, or...

No, not really.

Maybe he picked it up
while you were in prison.

Yeah, maybe he did.

[laughs] The trash-talking has begun.

Our first frame in this
winner-take-all tournament,

is coming up next.

Guys, huddle up. Let's go.

[people cheering]

Alright, listen...
This is my last game as an amateur.

I do not want to go home a loser.

So, let's get out there, let's focus...
Let's take it to the basics.

Loomis, you're still releasing soon,
that's why you've been hooking.

Cora... a little tentative on that line.

It's a slick alley,
you can amp it up a bit.

Cora? What did I just say?

You said you used to have
your priorities straight,

but now you're a bit of a jerk.

I know you guys
think this is funny, but...

This championship means a lot
to my father and...

it means a lot to me.

I'll be honest with you guys.
My back hurts from carrying this team.

Say that again.

You heard me.

[Cora] Your back hurts from carrying...

What was it?

From carrying this team.

I'm done here.

Nice talk.

Thanks.

[people chattering]

There you are. I was getting worried.

- How are you feeling?
- Bad.

That's just your conscience.
Don't worry, it'll pass.

Great news. I talked to Junior.

He said you can go with him on tour

- as his ball boy.
- What's that?

It's like a caddie, except for bowling.

I already have a job.

I took care of that.
I called the department.

- You're on paternity leave.
- What?

Yeah, you know that nice Asian girl
who works at Petsmart on Temple Street?

- No.
- Well, you knocked her up.

Have you ever heard
of Lance Armstrong, Mr. Caruso?

Ryan, how many roommates do you have?

- Three.
- Three roommates...

and a student loan the size of Delaware.

Listen to me, I'm going to be handling
all of TJ's merchandising.

And I'm going to put some side bets down,
of which you are entitled to half.

You're going to walk away
with maybe $50,000.

Some things in life
are more important than money.

Yeah, that's true,
but those things cost money.

It's not there.

Excuse me?

Whatever you're looking for,
it's not there. I've checked.

I thought I left my phone.

You're not looking for your phone, Lionel.

Joey Wingate knew you murdered your wife,
and so do I.

That's a very serious accusation,
Detective Vasquez.

- I was never indicted in Philadelphia.
- Well, welcome to Brooklyn.

[presenter speaking loud]

Joey found something.
He was shaking you down.

What was it?

That's what I'm talking about, bowlers.
To your lanes. We are ready to roll.

That's our cue.

Good luck, Detective.

[man] Go, Tony.

[everybody cheering]

[presenter] Tony, Jr. now on the line.

This guy's emergence
has been unbelievable.

A pretty distinctive approach.

Look at the action on that ball.
It's as if it had eyes.

[everybody cheering]

[presenter] And he nails it.

[TJ] My house now.

You are in my house.

[claws whiz]

[girl] Oh!

Heartbreaker.

I knew a guy who used to work here.
He said that bunny is very special.

[Tony Sr.] Let's go now, Burl.
Come on, Burl. That's a good bowl!

That's a good bowl. Yeah.

[everybody cheering]

- Hi.
- Hello.

- You really like that bunny.
- The lady said it was special.

Come on, come on...

Yes.

Congratulations.

- Thanks.
- That was good.

[girl giggles]

Can I see that?

- Sure.
- That's really cool.

Bowl on three. Ready.
One, two, three.

- Bowl!
- Bowling!

Hey.

- Hi.
- What happened to your bunny?

That man traded me.

He gave me his watch.

Isn't it cool?

[people chattering]

Well folks, as it often does,

it all comes down to this:

the final frame.

Coronet Realty up by two.

This is their last chance
to build on that lead.

Tough break for Coronet Realty.

Sykes psyched himself out
on that one for sure.

Team Farrell's now has a chance
to clinch it all,

as Tony Junior comes to the line.

All we need is three pins to clinch it.

Three pins.

[takes a deep breath] Three pins.

I think I can handle that.

Son.

I love you, Son.

I love you too, Dad.

[pants]

[both grunt]

[Cora shouts] Sykes! Stop him!

This is it, baby.

Come on, let's win it now.

Wolf, wolf, wolf!

[TJ flashbacks]

I'd rather work on this, anyway.
I've got the toy fair in five weeks.

I bought you a ball. Custom made.
Fifteen pounds, it's perfect.

[ball thumping around]

[grunts] No!

[Ryan imitates machine gun]

[Lionel and Cora grunting]

Nice shot.

[sighs]

Hold on... Breaking news.

DNA test on the tooth,
it was a positive match with Sykes' wife.

Sykes is waiving extradition.

He will be arraigned on Monday
in Philadelphia.

See? We solved the case.

All's well that ends well.

Ouch!

[Tony Sr.] A little help. Hello?

- [music playing]
- [Tony Sr. sighs]

How long are you people
going to stay mad at me?

Come on, haven't I suffered enough?

I got my thumb broke
by Mrs. Spiro's crazy grandson.

It could have been worse.
Thank goodness it was Shabbos.

This one's going to take a while, Tony.
That was a cold thing to do.

That was the meanest thing
you've ever done to me.

- And that's saying a lot.
- Come on.

How was it mean?

You were on top of the world
for three weeks.

Most people never get three minutes.
You're welcome.

I can't help but wonder how you'd do.

You know, bowling for real,
without any help.

I was actually curious too.

I went back yesterday on my own.

Yeah?

And?

I bowled a 92.

That was with the bumpers.

[pops his lips]
Yeah, my bowling days are over.

[sighs] Maybe I'll take up pool.

You know, not for nothing,
but I shoot a pretty good stick.

Maybe it's like apple trees make apples,

you'll be this tremendous pool player.
What do you think? [laughs]

Let's see what you got.

Holy mackerel!

He's a natural.

It's easier than it looks.

I'm going to hell.