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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]