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Dear red shoes, I have a brand new motto that might help you risk all to gain

all Sometimes you gamble and lose Sometimes you gamble and win

All I can say that sometimes your worst nightmare can end up being your

salvation At least that's the way it turned out for me

See

I'm one of those women who's kind of pretty and who's kind of always been

care of by men.

In fact, I'll go as far as to say my entire identity was defined by the man I

was with at the time. There was no me.

I was just a prop.

My one and only skill, the one and only thing I truly excelled at was shooting

pool.

I learned how to shoot from my father during the long winter months. We'd play

it almost every night, all day Saturday and all day Sunday.

Anyway, to make a long story short,

Carl, the last guy I was with, brought me to L .A.

Things went bad, and I finally found the strength to break away.

With no money, no plane ticket home.

No way to pay the rent.

I had no skills.

No place to live.

No way to exist.

Anyway, after three days on the street,

I realized I was down to two choices.

To hustle the street.

Or the hustle pool.

Fucking hustler.

I'm going to teach you a lesson, bitch.

Come on, take my hand. Take my hand.

Just run.

You got him. Get out of the way.

Come back here, man.

Drop it in the back of the truck.

Then just when everything started to work, I found myself back where I

back in the arms of a total stranger.

Maybe that's the way it's done.

You want to hustle pool, you got to work in your game day and night.

The higher the stakes, the tougher the competition.

You got to give a little. Every now and then, you got to lose a few.

Give them a chance to get their money back.

Buy them a few beers.

Whatever it takes, make them feel comfortable.

You can cut the process short.

Team up with me.

That's my dress.

Thanks, but no thanks.

I've had enough teachers.

Right. Teachers suck.

I'm not talking teacher. I'm talking coming to tea.

Let me ask you a question before you go.

Where are you going to sleep tonight?

Don't you think I know you're broke?

I didn't mean to, but I've been watching you.

For whatever reason, you're not rock solid.

So I'm going to ask you a question again.

Where are you going to sleep tonight?

I don't have a place to stay.

It's okay.

It's good to hit rock bottom every once in a while.

You should appreciate the things you do have.

Stay here tonight.

Take a shower. Get a good night's sleep.

You take the bed.

And I'll take the floor.

No hype.

No pressure.

No obligations.

Draft coming in from under the door.

Because I'm just not used to it.

Because I'm just used to my big, wide, soft, warm bed.

What I was thinking is, like I said, it's a pretty wide bed.

If you move over there, we could sort of share it.

Not touch you or anything.

But I could sleep on this side.

You're right.

Bad idea.

Bottom line, we work as a team.

You put up the stake, I pay you back out of our first winning.

After that, we split everything 50 -50.

You pay for your own food, I pay for mine.

Same goes for hotels, laundry, everything we do.

Got it?

What do you want?

Come on.

Hey, let me buy you a beer, all right?

Come on.

I'll tell you what.

You want to play one -on -one?

Double or nothing.

Guys,

team up, all right?

I'll tell you what. I'll go out, pick somebody at random.

Girls, hey.

They can blindfold me, all right?

Blindfold.

Ah, yes.

Yes.

Somebody? Oh, okay.

Anybody? Somebody?

Are you somebody?

Oh, are you somebody? Anybody?

Anybody at random? Oh, wow.

What's this for you?

Are you somebody?

Anybody, I said anybody, please somebody.

Okay, this is the table.

Or the pool table.

Okay, Mississippi, you promised.

M -I -S -S -I -S -S -E.

No, wait.

Okay, New York.

For Tommy and me, it seemed like we were always hustling, always laughing,

always running.

We were a team.

We couldn't get enough of each other.

Night after night, hustle after hustle, me and Tommy together.

Money kept flowing.

And so did the adrenaline.

Until we reached a level we never experienced.

I couldn't get enough.

I just couldn't get enough.

I could not get enough.

What do you... Really want to know?

Mm -hmm.

That last hustle.

Six ball.

You were lucky.

I went in by mistake.

If I were you, I'd put a little English on it.

Lighten up on the stick.

Get up.

What are you talking about?

Now.

You against me, teacher. Your winnings against mine.

Forget about it.

All

right.

Want to lose your money? Right.

You got it.

What in your shirt?

All right, I'm going to put a little English on it. This is the exact shot we

were talking about.

What?

What the hell are you doing?

You are not my teacher.

What the heck does that mean?

No. Now what?

No more. Slow down. No more what?

No more.

Please. Come on. Put English on the ball. Button your shirt.

Unbutton your shirt. No more.

Men looking after me until I was just a shell, you know.

Then that shell cracked.

And I came alive.

And then you came along.

Suddenly I'm owing you.

I know it was irrational, but I couldn't help myself.

I needed my independence.

I couldn't go back to who I was before.

Making it on my own became an obsession.

Sweet, beautiful, vulnerable Tommy.

Tommy, the right man who happened to come along at the wrong time.

So why don't they give blondes a lunch break?

I don't know why.

Because they want to retrain them every day.

I figured it out.

I want to play you, Tommy.

Beating you is the only way I can be with you and still be me.

I missed you too.

Call it.

I'm better than you, baby. If I play you, I'll win.

And I'll lose you all over again. I don't want to do that to myself.

Call it.

Pool is a game. In games, somebody wins, somebody loses.

It's got nothing to do with love.

Call it.

In love, you give, you take, you share, whatever it takes.

Call it.

I've gone about this the wrong way.

Call it.

Tales.

My break.

Side pocket.

What a mistake.

Let go.

You win.

You got it.

One ball.

And if I lose?

No more preaching. No more teaching.

That's it. I'm out of here.

Faith, that is my point.

What is your point?

It's okay for me to succeed as long as you're in charge of it.

What am I in charge of, huh?

I don't even own a car.

I don't even have a steady girlfriend. I never have.

Never wanted one until I met you.

And you coming back here and busting my balls.

Makes me understand why.

If you'd come in here and said, the stakes are my baggage, then I would have

been in in a flash.

You want to play, I'll play for anything you want.

Okay, great, perfect.

You win, you call the shots.

I win, out goes the baggage, out the door, the door closes on the past.

You deal with me for who I am, day by day, as it goes down.

Eight ball corner pocket.

No more baggage.

When it's love, you give, you take, you share.

Whatever it takes.

And for Tommy and me, I think our days of hustling are almost over.

And what we do next is important, but not as important as the way I feel

starting with self -respect.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I have it all.

Get my drift?

Seriously, Red Shoes, sometimes that's the only way out.