All language subtitles for Red_Shoe_Diaries_S01E05_480p_WEBRip_BTW_30NAMA

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 is 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

taken 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.

It's a hopeful history.

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.

Look out, you're dead.

Run. Jump in the back of the truck.

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

started.

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.

Now remember,

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 beer.

Whatever it takes, make them feel
comfortable.

On the other hand,

You could 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 team.

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.

Okay?

Draft coming in from under the door.

Guess I'm just not used to it.

Guess 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 can 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 winnings.

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?

Sometimes you get lucky. Sometimes you
get lucky. What do you want?

Come on.

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

Come on. Wait.

I'll tell you what.

You want to play one-on-one?

Double or nothing.

You... Guys, team up, all right?

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

They can blindfold me, all right?

Blindfold.

Ah, yes.

Yes. Yes.

Hello. Where am I? Where am I? Hello.

Somebody. Oh, okay.

Anybody. Somebody.

Are you somebody?

Oh. Are you somebody?

Anybody.

Anybody at random. I said, oh.

What's this? Who are you?

Are you somebody?

Anybody, I said anybody, please stop by.

Okay, this is the thing.

But Tommy and me 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.

Loaded 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 think?

You really want to know?

Mm-hmm.

That last hustle.

Six ball. You were lucky.

I went in by mistake.

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.

But no shit.

All right, now 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?

Because they don't 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.

Call 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.

What about this wrong way?

Call it.

Tales.

My break.

Side pocket.

What a mistake.

My soul.

You win.

You got it.

One ball. Corner pocket.

And if I lose?

No more preaching. No more teaching.

That's it.

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

See, 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.

You coming back here and busting my
balls makes me understand why.

Now, 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

inside, starting with self-respect.

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

Get my drift?

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