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[men laughing]

[pool balls clacking]

["Green Onions" music]

Come on. Of all the shots
you leave me with cross side.

I'm screwed.

You know, so-called
experts stroll in here

"Hey, angle this, angle that."
Blah, blah, blah.

'You know what pool is
most of the time?'

Luck.

'And I definitely
don't have it!'

Thanks a lot, cue ball.
I don't need to win.

Why don't you lay smack next
to the eight there?

Right where
you want him, Duke.

Okay, come on

Would you look at that?
Boy, oh, boy.

Bartender, couple of shots
of Jack for me

and the hustler
over here.

Come on, let's roll again.

What do you say, $75?

Oh..

- $150 for the rack?
- $150? Oh, I don't know.

Alright, forget it.

Hey, you know what?
Why not?

I'm feeling lucky,
like you said.

'Oh, by the way..'

...lemme introduce myself.
I'm The Duke.

[laughing]

I know who you are.

So many to choose from.

[male #1]
Corner.

'Side.'

What the hell?
Cross bank?

[chuckling]
I am just so damn lucky.

'By the way, Duke'

my name's Patrick Lennox.

And you can tell all
the other yuks

in Mayberry that they gotta
come see the Rifle.

Shoots fast, never misses.

Think you're top dog
at the table, do ya?

Yes, ma'am, I do.

The great Baltimore Red's
got nothing on me.

I'd get going,
if I was you.

My friends, I bid
you adieu.

[male reporter over TV]
'As we told you a moment ago'

'President Kennedy
was assassinated'

'in Dallas, Texas today.'

'He was shot in Dallas at 12:25'

'as his car proceeded'

'through the crowded
streets of Dallas.'

'From John John to his father,
a last salute.'

Gamblers with sticks

it's a dangerous
combination.

New owner's got evidence
on a Patrick Lennox

a pool hustler, killed
the same day as Kennedy.

Lennox was known
as "The Rifle".

Cut down before
getting his picture

on Whitey's wall of fame.

Are we gonna see
your mug up here, Boss?

Don't, I wish. Perhaps,
Wimpy Lassiter.

Back in the day, Whitey's
was famous for pool

gambling and police raids.

And who's that?

- Baltimore Red.
- Any of 'em have real names?

Legend was he'd run
15 racks in Hoboken

then do it in Skokie
a day later.

Nobody knew where he was from,
who he was. Real mystery man.

They say Lennox was supposed to
play him right here at Whitey's

night before he died,
but neither of 'em showed.

Scotty, Lil,
Tom Puckett.

He's bringing Whitey's
back to life.

Open next week.

That's, of course, if my liquor
license comes through.

Let's see what
you got first, buddy.

Found it shoved way back
in a cue holder.

[Tom]
When I saw the date
on the newspaper

it was wrapped in,
I figured..

- A .32 snub nose.
- Excuse me for a second.

The ME report says this Rifle
was killed with a .32.

- One shot.
- Got a spent casing.

Only fired one.

"Kennedy Shot In Dallas,
November 22, 1963."

Papers ran five
or six extra editions

'the day of the assassination.'

This one went out at 3:00 p.m.

It matches up. ME listed time
of death approximately 2:00 P.M.

He was killed in Chestnut Hill.

What's a pool hustler
doing over in la-di-da land?

There's nothin' in the file.

Why's no one say squat
about it for 40 years?

Hustlers and cops, Scotty.
Not exactly bosom buddies.

Or maybe the Rifle
hustled the wrong shark?

And it earned
him the bullet.

[theme music]

[Rush]
'Patrick Lennox, early 30s.
No next of kin.'

A gunshot wound to the back.

It was a .32 caliber
round recovered.

Ballistics says
body bullet matches

the revolver
from Whitey's.

Huh, got our murder weapon.

And surprise, surprise.
No registered owner on the gun.

I'll contact
the manufacturer.

Maybe, they know
who the dealer was.

A motel key in Lennox's
pocket led assigned

to the Broad Street Motel.

Manager ID'd him
from the registries.

No address listed.

Bunch of train ticket
stubs on him.

Detroit, Pittsburgh, Trenton.
All about a month apart.

[Valens]
'Arrives in Philly
November 1.'

Gets a match with this
Baltimore Red on the 21st.

Supposed to happen at Whitey's,
but neither of 'em shows.

Yeah, body found 14 hours
later in Chestnut Hill.

Police canvassed
the neighborhood.

There were no witnesses.

It was broad daylight.
No one sees nothing?

Half an hour after
Kennedy's shot?

Everyone's glued to their TV's.

In three gunshots,
the '60s begun.

I was playing touch
football at recess.

Recess?

Thought you were, like, 45
when that happened.

You're thinking
of when Lincoln was shot.

Keep it up.
See what happens.

Boss was right.

Whitey's was the raid capital
of Philly back in the day.

Lennox was busted there for
bookmaking, November 3, 1963.

Couple of weeks before
he was murdered.

- 'It could be related.'
- Check this out.

Clerk listed a local guy,
John Norwood bailing him out.

Puckett says this Norwood guy
was a fixture at Whitey's.

In the day, he coached
younger players.

Can we get a line on him?

Livin' it up at
Green Acres Retirement.

Vera and Minnesota Skinny are
on their way to see him now.

John Norwood?

Sure am.
Who's asking?

Philly Homicide.

You hung out
at Whitey's in '63?

In '64, '65, '66.
Place was a goldmine.

- How about Patrick Lennox?
- 'Lennox?'

Never heard of him.

You got a habit of bailing guys
out of jail you never heard of?

Oh, that guy.
I bailed him out, sure.

Kid had the mortal nuts.

A great stick with no fear.

But his game was flawed.
Shame he got killed.

What can you tell
us about that?

Nothing, really.
It was a long time ago.

Well, maybe you can
remember where you were

when JFK got shot?

- Am I a suspect in that, too?
- Ain't decided yet.

Look, I was at Whitey's
watching Cronkite all day.

Give you names,
you don't believe me.

After you bailed Lennox out

you straighten
his game out, too?

No...that kid was more trouble
than he was worth.

[instrumental music]

You see Red, you tell him
the Rifle's in town.

See how you got
your nickname.

'But you bring that crap
to Baltimore Red'

he'll knock you
all over the felt.

You talking to me..

...doctor?

I's looking at you, ain't I?

- You know Red?
- That ain't the point.

He strolls in,
you better be ready.

He's the one
who better be ready.

You don't have the game
to back the hustle.

You're gonna get
your ass kicked

and I don't mean
in the abstract.

You're the guy who's
been watching me shoot.

- Your name Norwood?
- I like "Doctor" better.

You bailed me out.

Look at the table.

What's your third shot?

Can't even answer that, huh?

You gotta think bigger.

You know what happens
when you see your third shot?

I don't care,
you bag of wind.

I'll get there
when I get there.

You stubborn bastard.

Stop drinking like a boiled
owl and clean out your ears.

- 'Hey, Monkey.'
- Hey.

The only thing that kid left me
with was a nickname, Doctor.

Who's the guy that turned
Lennox into a ghost?

Monkey Mack.

So, why was Lennox
running from him?

They were partners
years before in Philly.

Story was they hustled
the wrong stake-horse

for a chunk of change.

And after that,
Lennox left town?

Left the stake-horse with two
arms to break instead of four.

Where's Miller
with the gun?

Manufacturer sold it
to a traveling gun show.

Still in business. She's
checking to see who bought it.

- Here you go, Will.
- Thanks, Lenny.

Uh, can't be a harder findin'
than this Baltimore Red.

You check Baltimore?

Yeah, good idea.

Nobody uses that alias in
Baltimore or anywhere else.

Hey, how 'bout a little hoagie
with that Tabasco sauce?

Better than that bologna
situation you got going on.

At least mine's got taste.

Not that you would know. Inhale
the whole damn thing anyway.

Yeah, right. Alright.

That Monkey Max,
a real tool.

burglary, assault,
you name it.

Sounds like a regular
dumpster fire.

Hmm, gets better.

Genius was busted with
a .32, three times.

Where's he now?

Same place he spent
half his natural life.

A name like Monkey,
life behind bars.

Kind of a self-fulfilling
prophecy, ain't it?

- Heard 'em all before.
- Not from Philly Homicide.

Understand you had a score
to settle with Patrick Lennox

November '63.

Been settling scores
my whole life.

The one with Lennox
ended with a .32.

Your weapon of choice.

Patrick ditched Philly after
some dame broke his heart.

The punks that he screwed over,
they took it out on me.

Got any names?

Yeah, Jackass One
and Jackass Two.

Hoping they're
both dead by now.

Remember where you were
when Kennedy got shot?

Praying to a porcelain god

hung over like a sheet
on a clothesline.

Not much of an alibi.

You heard Lennox
was back in town.

What happened
when you found him?

Offered me a few shots of Beam,
spotted me five on a rack.

It's water under
the bridge.

Besides, I wasn't the
only one looking for him.

Cheers.

To the jerk who swore
he'd never be back.

I heard Red was
here last week.

Baltimore Red?

Yeah, right. You think
he's ever gonna play you?

I'm tracking him down.

Prove I ain't like
these other pool bums.

Always gotta be the best.

Thought this was
a bad luck town.

Yeah, when I beat him

I ain't gonna have to sweat
a measly 20 thou anymore.

Still dodging that debt?

Rumor is Red only
runs two grand a game.

Yeah, you know what?
I'll make that up in no time.

Ain't you heard?
I'm the Rifle.

No, no. Sorry, little miss.
No kids allowed.

Kid? I look older
than you, buddy.

[laughing]

- 'Out.'
- But I'm here to see my dad.

Oh, yeah? Which one of
these princes is your dad?

Him.

What? Sorry. Me?

So, what, you have a..
You got a screw loose, kid?

You're Patrick Lennox,
ain't you?

I'm Hill.
Hillary Rhodes.

Rhodes?

That's Sandra.

Here are the letters
you wrote her.

Knocked her up
right before you guys

took a drive
to splitsville.

Found them few months
before she died.

- She's dead?
- Six months ago.

She never told
you about me?

This really is
a bad luck town.

[laughing]

Sandra. The gift
that kept on giving.

- Lennox take her in?
- Saw him shooting a week later.

Kid was still hanging
on his sleeve.

Well, sit tight, Monkey.
Might be back.

Well, Lennox comes back
to find Baltimore Red

but Hillary finds
him first.

Two weeks later,
he's dead.

Maybe, his bad luck had
nothing to do with pool.

Not many people know
Patrick was my dad.

He teach you to play?

Laid a foundation, I guess.

Dads are tricky.

What they leave us with.

Take what you can get, right?

Still, best two weeks
of my life.

You were with him
the day he died?

The night before,
until he left the motel.

I waited for him
to come back.

- But he never did.
- So, I went looking for him.

[man on TV]
'He was shot as he took
part in a Dallas motorcade'

'which was driving him
to the Dallas..'

[man on TV]
'The word we have
is that he is dead.'

'He was shot by an assassin'

'at the intersection
of Elm and Houston Street.'

Sounds dumb.

I thought they were all
crying for my dad.

You know where
he was headed?

Heard a couple
of days later

he had a match
with Baltimore Red.

- The match go down?
- Don't know.

Split soon as the cops started
sniffing around our room.

Anyone else you can think
of might have been angry

at your dad?

- Guys he owed money to, maybe?
- Not guys.

Was the opposite sex who
wanted his head on a platter.

I like this hotel.

- Can we stay here?
- Motel.

- Don't get used to it.
- Too late.

But you're only here
till I get a run at Red.

And then I'm gone.
You're on your own.

You've been saying that
every five minutes

since I got here.

Admit it, you like me.

What I like is that
a hustler sees you

and thinks I'm some
sap ham-and-egger.

Lets his guard down.

So, where's my cut?

Cut?

All you did was yell at me,
"You stink, Dad!"

And besides, I still need 400
bucks before I can play Red.

- Gonna need me to get it.
- Oh..

Five bucks?

I would do cartwheels if someone
gave me five bucks at your age.

You sticky-finger this
at the Five And Dime?

- So?
- Well...stealing is bad.

Pittsburgh's a drag.

Next time we gotta
land a mark

ain't such a chatterbox
like The Duke.

- Who's the brat?
- His daughter.

- Who's the tramp?
- Daughter?

You buy that
for her, Patrick?

No, she stole it.

Don't lie, Daddy.

You got it at Wanamaker's
after you won today.

- Give me that.
- Don't pick on the kid.

- Give it back.
- It's mine.

I sat on a Greyhound
for six hours.

Thought you had
a lead on Red.

This isn't Pittsburgh, Blondie.

Your good looks are not gonna
distract the shooter like Red.

And neither will
a scamp kid.

She was mean.

Ready to take me out
over a two-dollar trinket.

Catch a name?

Sharon something. He called
her Blondie, mostly.

She was a poor man's
Marilyn Monroe.

Fake mole
and everything.

- He ever see her again?
- Don't know.

But if she did
that to me

I can only imagine
what she would've done

to my dad for
cutting her out.

Not bad.

We got this case.

A guy was killed practically
the same time as Kennedy.

I was 19.

Remember it like
it was yesterday.

- Where were you?
- On a construction site.

Then there was Ruby
and the funeral.

Thought the world
was ending.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello?

Oh, hi.

Uh, yeah.

Hour or so.

Yeah, okay.

Bye-bye.

Sorry.

They don't know about me?

My family?

They do. Just not, uh..

- It's complicated.
- Complicated?

Right.

Lilly, listen.

I gotta go.

Lilly!

Lilly!

Baltimore Red. Wimpy Lassiter.
The Rifle. Ridiculous.

Every banger I tracked had
some kind of nickname, too.

This one, Snoopy.

Searched every
doghouse, outhouse.

- Guess where I found him?
- Online dating?

Dude was pumping
gas next to me.

Big old Snoopy medallion
around his neck.

I'm beginning to wonder if this
Baltimore Red really exists.

- Like hunting down Godot.
- Who?

Guess that one passed you by.
It's a play.

[Jeffries]
'Since when did you
start reading plays?'

Since Ms. Kipplebottom told me
I'd never amount to anything

if I didn't ace my final exam.

Served you well.

Since the police test is
chock-full of theater questions.

Miller, got something
for you.

A traveling gun dealer
faxed you a name.

Larry Sidorski.

Bought his .32 at a show
in Maryland in '61.

Can't be our doer, though.
Talked with his ex.

He was on a ship

for the Merchant Marines
when Kennedy was shot.

So, it was stolen or
he gave it to someone.

Well, I'll hit up ATF
and Staties in Maryland

help track him down.

You guys talk to any Sharons
while you were out?

Rush is looking for the poor
man's Marilyn, mole and all.

Sharon Lertola.

Picked up in a raid
ten days before the murder.

you remember
November 22, 1963?

I can barely remember
my orders from this morning.

Day Kennedy was shot.

Oh.

I went to a picture.

"It's a Mad Mad
Mad Mad World."

And the usher came in
halfway through

and made the announcement.

You hustle your way
into that theater?

[scoffing]
No.

I'd given that up by then.

So, why'd you show up

at Patrick's motel room
two weeks earlier?

Well, we were still
road agents at the time.

I would get the men
to ante up

and Patrick would
take them down.

And then we'd meet up
in another town

'if Patrick found action.'

Good, honest living.

We saw the world
the same way.

One big joke on all
of life's pigeons.

It made us great partners
while it lasted.

- Two of you romantic?
- Oh, no. Strictly business.

Patrick was top dog
at the table.

I wanted to cash in
as long I could.

So, why'd you trade it in?

Eh, lifestyle gets old.
So, I quit.

Way we heard it, Lennox was
the one cutting you out.

[laughing]
Who told you that, his kid?

I know I'd be pissed,
I got bumped like that.

Best thing that ever happened to
me, splitting from that two-bit.

How so?

Patrick always said that
Philly was a bad-luck town.

Truth is, it was Patrick
who was bad luck.

Could have ran it if you
cornered me few shots back.

That's my whole bank.

Now, it's my bank.

I like your style,
Mr. Rifle.

[grunting]

Check his heel.

Three bucks?
That's all you got?

Life of the hustle catches up
with everyone sooner or later.

Who was the thug?

Ben Scavo.

But I don't know
who his flunky was.

He the guy Patrick
owed 20 grand to?

I don't know.

But I do know Patrick
wasn't the first one

he'd wiped the floor with.

Found Ben Scavo,
the thug who took down Lennox.

Boxer over at Mason's Gym.

Stroked out five years
ago, but look at this.

Scavo's ring name
was Lightning.

'And that right there
is Monkey Mack.'

[Stillman]
Scavo's cut man.

Well, he'd sure as hell know
where Lennox kept his stash.

Sends Lightning after Lennox.
Retribution for the broken arms.

Problem is three bucks
ain't gonna get

a Monkey off your back.

Can't stand prosperity,
can you, Monkey?

- About to make parole.
- And you lie to us.

What're you talking
about? I never lie.

You said the last time you saw
Lennox, things were all good.

And left out the part
how you set him up

to be pummeled
by your boy Scavo.

- You didn't ask about that.
- Hey, don't hustle us, Monkey.

My life's a hustle, detective.

Cry me a river.

You send Scavo back in
for the knockout

when he only
gets you three bucks?

I didn't need to.
I got paid in the end.

[instrumental music]

It's not enough for
you getting busted up

but it's gonna
have to do.

I never wanna see
your face again.

Why do you play pool?

Well...there's nothing
more important than pool.

What about swimming pools?

I'll tell you what, Hill.

When I beat Red,
I'll take you swimming

in the biggest
pool there is.

See, I told you
you liked me.

Are you scared
when you play?

Why you ask silly
stuff like that?

I know you got
beat up, Dad.

That's no way to live.

All's you care about is beating
this Baltimore Red guy?

You're solids.

What's your third shot?

You know what happens when
you find your third shot?

You see your fourth,
your fifth, your sixth

your seventh,
and your eighth.

Four ball.

That'd be my third shot.

You know, I really
liked your ma.

I know.

Last thing she said
to me, letting you

go was the worst
mistake of her life.

Why do you look over
your shoulder like that?

And what is with
this face this..?

[grunting]

[laughing]
That's what you do.

Even when you win, you look
like you're mad as hell.

Why'd your ma
name you Hill?

She won money off of Hill Gail
in the Kentucky Derby

couple of weeks before
she had me.

'Said I was lucky.'

Lucky Hill.

- That horse was a boy.
- She wanted a boy, okay?

- Are you sure it was the Derby?
- Mm-hmm.

Why?

Never mind.

Take your shot.

Seemed like a cool kid.

Even Whitey didn't care
if she hung around.

This technique he was teaching,
third shot, looking ahead

that his thing?

He must have learned
that somewhere.

Really picked up his game
the last few weeks.

He working with anyone
you knew about?

No.

Only saw him with the kid.

Acted like he didn't
give a rat's ass

but she really got to him.

Hello, Doctor, I was wondering
if you could teach me

one of those trick shots
you mentioned.

It would be great
to impress the crew.

I got one for you.

This will make 'em flip.

Hit the cue right here, hard.
You'll clear the table.

Bend your knees.

Aw. Well, it takes practice.

What is it,
three shots ahead?

Then you see your fourth,
fifth, and sixth?

Figured this wasn't
just about pool.

You coach Lennox. He beats Red.
You get a cut.

How did you convince him
to take you on?

Didn't. He came to me after
losing to some house player.

His whole outlook
was different.

And you set the match
up with Red?

No. Somebody contacted Patrick.

Said, "Be at Whitey's.
Red wants a match.

Two-grand stake."

- Who fronted the money?
- Don't know.

Don't think Patrick
did either.

Whole thing was a mystery.

Why did you lie
about working with him?

My only job was to coach him.

And I crossed the line.

Table's slop. Tap the cue off
the rail, jaw it behind the two.

You don't safety it,
he'll run you.

Try it again.
It ain't easy.

- Everything good, Paddy?
- Yeah.

I was thinking about Red.

Master the safety,
he won't know what hit him.

Match is at midnight, Paddy.
I told you, no distractions.

Hey, I thought we were
gonna get some burgers.

- Get lost, kid.
- Get lost, kid. You get lost.

I mean it.
Get outta here.

- But, Dad..
- I'm done playing dad.

Leave me alone.

The look in that
kid's eyes.

It was me who told him,
either the kid or the game.

This was the afternoon
of the match?

November 21st.

The last time I saw him.

Not a day goes by I wouldn't
give my right arm

to have someone around
who loves me

as much as that
kid loved him.

Hey.

Want to shoot a quick one?

Maybe, another time, Doctor.

- Finished already?
- Halfway.

Liked it that
much, huh?

If I was by a bush waiting
for you or Nick, I'd just leave.

You do know they're
waiting for God, right?

Is that what Ms. Kipplebottom
told you?

Yeah, Figured out why Lennox
might have ditched the kid

and it had nothing to do
with Norwood's advice.

Kentucky Derby?

Race Hill Gail won two weeks
before Hillary was born.

Check the date.

May 3, 1952.

But Patrick left Philly for
the Coast Guard in June of '51.

That's an 11-month difference.

Kid wasn't really his daughter.

No, Hillary Rhodes was more of a
hustler than the Rifle himself.

Got your birth certificate
from Vital Records.

Want to read
that date to us?

"May 18..

...1952."

11 months after Patrick Lennox
entered the Coast Guard.

Reason a lot of people
don't know

he's your father, Hillary,
he isn't.

Were you working
your own scam on him?

What? No.

11-year-old kid,
someone put you up to it?

Distract him
before the big match?

I would never
have done that.

You'd just lie about him
being your dad.

[Stillman]
'What aren't you
telling us, Hillary?'

Nothing.
I swear.

I just wanted a father.

But he didn't want me.

Lied to us once.

Please, what do you
want from me?

- The truth.
- I was gonna tell him. I was.

When, huh?

What ten years from now?

That crap you fed me
about your ma.

She never said one word
about it, did she?

Did she?

No.

[phone ringing]

Yeah?

'Sure.'

I'm on my way.

It was the only way
you'd stay with me.

Please don't leave.

You don't be here
when I get back.

'Please.'

I got nowhere else to go.

He drove away.

I never saw him again.

Who was that on the phone?

I don't know.

Dads are tricky.

'What they leave us with.'

Right, Detective Rush?

At least I know
why he did it.

I drove him away.

Hey.

You alright?

I don't need this.

Give it to someone else.

Lilly.

I've never been one
for the spiritual mumbo-jumbo.

Save it for one of your kids.

Wait a minute.
I'm going to tell them, Lil.

- Not trying to hide anything--
- You think I care?

I'm not asking you to throw
some kind of reunion picnic--

Things don't happen overnight.
It takes time.

For what?

I'm not a mistake
you have to hide.

It's not that simple.

Forget it.

You're a good guy,
and I wish you the best.

Don't you just
walk away now--

No, that's your act,
remember, Dad?

Oh, here we go.

You left me with her!

You know what that was like?

You bet I do.

Then why didn't you
take me with you?

I did what I thought
was best for everyone.

You did what was best for you.

You give me some stupid medal.

Play a couple of games
of chess.

Give me a break.

Look, you came to me.

You want to have a relationship?

Some point we got to put
this behind us--

This is how you
want to do it

your head in the sand,
no, thanks.

You're talking
about 30 years ago.

You want me to dredge it all up?

That what you're asking here?
Well, I'm not going to do it.

There are things, some things,
that are not your damn business.

I'm not giving explanations.

Worked a long time
to get where I am

and I'm not going to dredge
it all up, you hear?

Your mother-- damn it, if that's
what you're looking for!

Just say it!

You were wrong.

You want me to change the past?

What happened happened.

Well, it happened to me.

Looked up Rolls-Royce
registrations in '63, two hits.

One in a car museum and one
owned by an Al Soddenheim.

Guess where he lives.

Chestnut Hill.

Let's take a ride.

[knocking]

[Nick]
'Al Soddenheim?'

May I help you?

I'll be damned.

Baltimore Red lives
in Chestnut Hill.

Drink?

On the job.

I never let that stop me.

You know why we're here, Red?

Well, let's see.

Two homicide cops.

An unsolved murder
from 40 years ago.

I was a betting man I'd say it
has to do with Patrick Lennox.

We know you picked him up

at the Broad Street Motel
in your Rolls-Royce.

That was my driver.

Lennox was coming here to play.

Why didn't you play at Whitey's?

'Oh, once the word
of the match got out'

Whitey could've hung up
a sign saying "Raids Wanted".

So, what happened?

Lennox give
the great Baltimore Red

more than he
could handle?

I can tell you one thing
about Patrick Lennox.

He had some tricks
up his sleeve.

Thirsty?

No.

Let's just shoot.

One game.

2,000.

Standard eight-ball.

That's a nice shot.

Double or nothing?

You know, I must say

never seen a man
up 40,000

look so damn mad.

Kid's right.

'Excuse me?'

This ain't no way to live.

What are you doing?

I'm done.

I didn't call this match.

I won, Red.

I won.

I walk now.

I take 20,000
over the 40 you owe me.

And nobody hears about this.

Where do you have to be
that's more important than this?

I told somebody
I'd take them swimming.

You forgot your cue!

The only cue that ever beat me.

You set up the match yourself?

No, no.

I received a sealed envelope
from Whitey

with an anonymous note.

- Stake was inside.
- What'd it say?

'Oh, something about, uh'

top dog making me look silly.

Bold, but prophetic.

I had my own road partner once.

We took off on his bike,
didn't look back.

We slept where we stopped.

Made whatever coin we could.

The world was our oyster.

It wasn't like that
with me and Patrick.

- We were strictly business.
- Sure, that's what you said.

But it went deeper
than that, didn't it?

A bond you develop
with someone on the road.

At least till that kid
came skipping along.

Crazy thing is..

...Hillary Rhodes
wasn't even his.

What?

You didn't know?

Yeah, she was just
looking for a daddy.

Guess the old Rifle was
looking for a kid, too.

The question is, where'd
that leave you, Sharon?

I was done with him anyway.

Say, how'd you describe
Patrick again?

"Top bird at the table?"

Dog.

Top dog.

I feel like I heard
that before.

Oh, in the note staking
Patrick's match

with Baltimore Red,
wasn't it?

Thought you didn't have
that kind of cash, Sharon.

I didn't. I..

...I mean-I didn't
write any note.

A lot of money, two grand.

Don't know how you got it.

But it couldn't
have been easy.

'My money?'

You thought if you scored
that match for him

let him see he was
top dog for himself.

You could win him back.

You believed in him.

I loved him.

Remember a guy named
Larry Sidorski, Sharon?

Told us you hustled him
out of his .32 revolver.

[Lilly]
'It's the same gun that
killed Patrick, Sharon.'

No.

Name's in the theft report.

Got it right here.

I never wanted to hurt him.

[Lilly]
'But he wanted out.'

He was done with the life.

Wanted to be some
sap, ham and egger.

But you couldn't
leave the hustle.

There was nothing else
for me to do.

Patrick!

Patrick!

Blondie?

What are you, uh...
what are you doing here?

I've been waiting all night.

Saw you get picked up,
hopped in a cab.

Did you beat him?

Where's your cue?
He won your cue?

I beat him for 40,000.

I knew you were top dog!

I only took 20.

Gonna pay my debts,
start clean.

Start clean?

Where you going?

Back to the motel.

What's at the motel?

- Hill.
- The kid?

This ain't no life for her.

What about me?

I'm tired of checking ticket
stubs to remember where I slept.

But you make fun of all
those dull clock-punchers

with nothing to live for.

The joke's on them.

The joke's on us.

We're the ones
who got nothing.

Okay.

The kid's part of the package.

I can do that.
We'll hit the road--

Come on, Blondie. You don't got
a maternal bone in your body.

I'm taking her away,
finding something better.

But you're the Rifle.

Not anymore.

Who the hell you think
set up that match?

You put up the money?

How?

I did what I had to.

Uh..

Here.

Take five thousand.

You're not walking
away from this.

Go back and finish the game!

The game's over, Sharon.

[sobbing]

[gunshot]

[sobbing]

[male reporter over radio]
'As we told you a moment ago'

'President Kennedy--'

Somebody shot him!

I can't believe
they shot him!

'He was shot at 12:45'

'as his car proceeded through
the crowded streets of Dallas.'

'He died 35 minutes later
in the Dallas..'

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[John Coltrane singing
"My One & Only Love"]

♪ The very thought of you ♪

♪ Makes my heart sing ♪

♪ Like an April breeze ♪

♪ On the wings of spring ♪

♪ And you appear ♪

♪ In all your splendor ♪

♪ My one and only love ♪

[theme music]