MARY: Since 1970, the Federal Witness
Protection Program
has relocated thousands of witnesses,
some criminal, some not,
to neighborhoods all across the country.
Every one of those individuals shares a unique attribute
distinguishing them from the rest
of the general population.
And that is, somebody wants them dead.
Come on!
Scott, he's open!
Oh! That's right! Yeah!
Point! Game point! Game point!
Yeah!
MAN: Payday, baby!
JUNIOR: One sixty, one eighty,
two hundred.
Go on, Ieeches. Get your asses gone.
Come on, Chris. Quit jerking off.
We're shooting free throws.
Boring.
(EXCLAIMS) Hey. What did you
do that for?
Because that's what's going to happen every time
you bring that weak-ass junk inside
if you can't shoot a free-throw.
Now, get your ass to the Iine.
(SIGHS)
AII right.
You make 20, you get 20.
AII right?
Mom and Dad used to give me 20
for my allowance.
Yeah, I know they did.
But ain't nobody going to give us nothing
anymore, man.
Now, just forget about the shot.
Just focus on your routine.
Bounce, bounce, knees, and release.
AII right? I know, I know.
Same thing every time. Just Iike breathing.
Hold up, player. I got a hundred
that says young'un here can't make ten free throws
in a row.
Scott, no. If I miss, we won't
eat for a week.
Yeah, well... Now you got real
pressure to deal with.
This is what it's Iike when the game is on the Iine.
Step up and trust your routine.
Here we go.
Yeah.
Ten more.
That's right. AII right.
Okay. Cool.
Good shot.
Nice!
Yeah!
SCOTT: Come on, come on, come on.
Focus. For the winner, man.
For the winner, baby.
For the winner.
Yeah! See? That's what
I'm talking about!
I must admit. The boy's got himself
some skills.
'Sup, Marlon?
'Sup? What's up is you
taking action in my house.
That's what's up, Junior.
Dog, you was gone. Folks need a outlet, man.
Uh-uh. Bring it on back here,
boys.
Tell you what. A brother Iike you
give Ioan sharking a bad name.
Someday, somebody going to take yours,
Marlon.
Maybe so. But this ain't
that day, fat boy.
That there's what you call
a object Iesson.
I seen you ball. You got skills.
So, from now on, I own you.
I tell you when to play and what to score.
You feel me?
Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)
Just go on put Junior out your mind, son.
Y'all know what happens to snitches,
right?
Yeah.
MAN: Yeah, hold up.
Go away.
Come on, now. Is that any way to
greet a customer?
I'm sorry. You're right.
Hey, Mary. Great to see you.
Can you please take your piece-of-crap car
somewhere else?
Much better.
Seriously, Mary, working on that
makes me sad.
Say, bro. Can't you, Iike,
talk some sense to her?
She doesn't speak sense.
Fine. Leave it and
I'II do what I can.
But this is the Iast time.
Rumor has it your baby brother's
having a pretty good year.
Yeah. Twenty-two points a game
as a sophomore.
Are you kidding? I don't care if it's
Division Two.
In fact, we've had a Division One scout
at every game this year
trying to get him to transfer.
Even a couple of pro scouts.
It's hard to believe that's the same skinny kid
I met five years ago.
You ever seen this guy play?
That could have been him.
SCOTT: Nah. I was a playground rat.
Chris is the real deal.
Hey. Y'all should come to the game tonight.
Oh, I don't know. I've got some
things to...
Free tickets. What time?
Man, every time I walk into a gym
it gets my blood up.
Oh. Did you play?
Badminton. We played our tournaments here.
See this scar?
Shuttlecock injury. Ended my career.
Yeah. Is he kidding?
I don't know. Either way,
it's pathetic.
Excuse me.
Way to work shuttlecock into the conversation,
jackass.
It's one of the funnier words.
Marshall Mann?
Dana Collins.
Marshall!
What are you doing here?
Oh, I teach here.
It's hard to believe, huh?
Not at all. You were great.
Hi. I'm Mary.
Hi. Hi.
Dana Collins.
Dana was one of my professors
at UNM.
Actually, I was just a TA.
Marshall took my Intro to Critical Thinking.
And I've got to tell you,
this one? What a mind.
It is a conversation piece.
(BELL RINGS)
It sounds Iike the game's starting.
Hey. It was great running into you.
Yeah.
You, too.
(CHUCKLES)
You sure she wasn't your
science teacher?
Because there was definitely a Iot of
chemistry going on there.
(LAUGHS WEAKLY)
(CROWD CHEERING)
MARSHALL: Come on, guys!
Nice! Nice!
AII right, Chris! AII right.
And that's why coaches are drooling
over him.
Lots of kids can play. But he makes everyone
around him better.
Drying the D up.
Defense!
There you go!
If I'm not back by the end of the game,
meet me at the car.
There you go. Run it back.
AII right. Put it in.
Yeah! That's right! Yeah!
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Hey! Mary!
Whoa. Hey! Oh, wow. Okay. AII right, all right,
all right. That was fun.
Good game, bro.
Really good. You totally didn't suck.
Oh...
Wow. Hey, Iook, I've got to make
a quick pit-stop.
So, I'm going to see y'all outside.
AII right. See you out there.
That was great.
Hey, Chris. Hell of a game,
buddy.
Yeah. Thanks.
So, Mary, can I ask you a question?
Yeah. Sure, ask away.
You think the government would, Iike,
front me a Iittle book money?
Walk with me.
Three grand for books?
And a new Iaptop. Look. No offense, Mary,
but it's been a while since you've been
in school.
Look, Chris. You guys have been in the Program
for almost ten years.
That well ran dry a Iong time ago.
Have you asked Scott?
No. No. And please don't
say anything.
He's been going through really tough times
money-wise,
and I don't want to worry him.
You know, I hate to ask,
but you think that you could spot me?
I mean, it would only be
for a few weeks.
Chris, you know I can't do that.
Inspectors have strict codes of conduct
governing how we interact with witnesses.
And even the public at Iarge.
That's why in every public situation,
we go to great Iengths to avoid even the slightest
hint of impropriety.
That's weird.
You've got to be kidding me.
You were saying?
Game over?
MARY: We've all had the experience
of talking about
a long-lost friend with someone,
and then, out of the blue, the phone rings and it's
that same long-lost friend.
Famous psycho-babble quack Carl Jung
called these occurrences synchronicity.
Skeptics regard these synchronicitous events
as mere coincidences.
Others posit a pie-in-the-sky cosmic connection
linking all things.
Take a guess on which side of the argument I fall.
What was that?
Nothing. Leave it alone.
What if you won something?
Trust me. I didn't win anything.
Mom, what the hell do you think you're doing?
You don't really think that's good news, do you?
Well, it doesn't matter.
It's official FBI correspondence. Open it.
No. Not me. I know a box of snakes
when I see one.
Okay. Fine.
Dear Ms. Shannon, On May 7,
the 25th anniversary
of your husband, James Wiley Shannon's,
disappearance,
the FBI will petition the Ninth District Court
to declare him Iegally deceased.
This action is part of the Bureau's
ongoing effort
to devote resources to more pressing matters.
Should you have any information
that would affect...
BIah, blah, blah.
And you thought it was going to be
bad news.
Okay. Would you characterize
Dana's kisses
as sweet, yearning, or more of the
tongue-down-your-throat,
'Give it to me now, Big Daddy,' variety?
See? You have no capacity for restraint.
And now, you get nothing.
Fine. But eventually,
you'II tell me everything.
Not because I make you.
Because you want to.
Who's the S-9 for?
Chris Worley needs some money for school.
Figured I'd give it a shot.
Mary. I'm trying to convince Washington
we're understaffed.
And yet, somehow, you have time to service
witnesses ten years in.
I don't. I just...
They were her first. You know how you never
get over that first one.
Forget it, Mary. I'm not going
to submit it.
And quit wasting time with old witnesses.
Fine. Marshall's doing
his old professor.
Thanks.
So, we didn't really get a chance to talk
Iast night.
Everything's good with you? Work, Iife, finances?
Yeah. Fine.
Good. And what about Chris?
How's he doing?
I mean, finance-wise?
Are you kidding? He's a college kid
Iiving Iike he's made the pros.
What's up with you? Why the survey?
What? Nothing. Just doing my inspectorly duties.
You know.
So, what's Chris Iiving off of?
It's a good thing my business is
doing so well.
Just Iast week, I gave him three
grand for books.
And before that, I gave him two grand
for a computer.
Really?
Yeah, well, stuff costs a Iot more than when
you were in school.
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.
Oh, Chris?
'Sup, Mary?
You here about that assistance?
You know what I do all day, Chris?
Not really. I talk to Iiars.
AII day Iong.
One Iine of BS after another.
And as a result, I've developed this
finely-honed crap detector.
I don't... I don't want you
to think that I'm...
What is it? Drugs? Women? Have you joined a cult?
And before you answer, I know about the three grand
your brother gave you Iast week.
Oh, God. Really? You didn't tell him
that I asked...
Relax. I haven't said anything to him.
Yet.
But if you're in trouble, I need to know about it.
Okay. Look.
I made a couple of bad bets online.
One of the rich kids in the dorm
Iet me put it on his plastic.
And now, I got to pay him back.
A couple of bad bets? Chris...
Look. It's no big deal. Everything's fine.
And what about Iying to Scott?
That's fine, too?
Scott knows he gets taken care of
as soon as I get to the pros.
Look. I appreciate your concern and all that
you've done for us,
but everything's under control. AII right?
AII right.
Thanks. I've got to get to class.
Hey there, Socrates.
What brings you to these hallowed halls?
Boning up on your philosophy?
Taking an oral exam?
Having sex with your old professor?
Okay. Get it out of your system.
Oh, Iook at you. AII blushy.
I'm not.
Sweetie. There's no need to be embarrassed.
These are confusing, scary times.
Your body's changing.
(CHUCKLES)
MAN: That's it!
Where's my money?
Hey! Hey!
Let's go!
Go! Go! Go!
So, is this what you meant by
everything's under control?
Huh?
We got a fainter.
Chris? Chris? Chris...
Chris, you need to tell me the truth.
AII right?
Okay.
Good.
Now, who were those guys?
The bookie I owe sent them.
A bookie?
Jesus, Chris. Do you realize they would suspend you
for a year?
I never bet on my own team.
I wouldn't.
Besides, how's anyone going to find out?
I don't know. Maybe you should
call Pete Rose and ask him.
I need the name of your bookie.
We got into the Program by ratting out a bookie.
Look. Chris. Aside from the fact
that what you did is illegal,
you borrowed money to pay off one gambling debt,
then turned around and got into hock
with someone else.
Look. I'm supposed to be, Iike,
the man on campus,
and I can't even afford to go out for pizza.
So, what am I supposed to do?
I can't get a job, because college rules
won't Iet me.
Scott doesn't make enough money
to help me out.
That's bull. When have I
ever said no to you?
(SHUSHES) Listen to me. Chris.
This isn't about money.
You've got a gambling problem and it's out of control
and you've got to get help.
I don't have a problem.
I thought it was an easy way to pick up
some spending money.
I see now that it was
a stupid mistake
and I won't do it again.
Oh, man.
I promise.
But I still owe $3,000.
SCOTT: This is the Iast time.
You really think that's a good idea?
You really think that's any of your business?
Excuse me? Your family is my business, unless
you want out of the program.
I've got a form right on my desk.
You sign it, Chris, and we're done.
Is that what you want?
Nobody's signing nothing.
Chris, I'm sure, has Iearned his Iesson.
AII right? Now, I'd just Iike to put this
all behind us and move on.
MARY: This is a mistake.
Well, we're family. That's what we do.
Hey. Mom. Why aren't you working?
Called in sick.
Have you been in your pajamas
all day?
Look...
We've been tripping down Tortured Memories Lane
all afternoon.
Oh... Look at this one.
I think you were four... Maybe five, here.
I don't remember this.
Your father hit the quinella at Belmont, then
went shopping at Bergdorf's.
Eighty dollars for a Iittle girl's dress.
I almost killed him.
The way he fawned... Is that crazy?
A mother being jealous of her four-year-old
daughter?
Can I ask you something?
Yeah. Ask away.
How did you deal with Daddy's gambling?
JINX: How did I deal with it?
Cried.
Broke things all the time.
And I drank.
Did you ever try to get any help?
(LAUGHS)
Why would I need any help? I wasn't the one
with the problem.
Oh, you know, wait. There was a neighbor.
Nikki.
After he disappeared, she dragged me
to a couple of meetings.
You know, those groups for people
who Iive with gamblers?
She said it would help.
Did it?
No. It was just a bunch of whiny Iosers.
I didn't have time for that nonsense.
I had my two girls to raise.
Look how beautiful they turned out.
I don't want him to be dead.
I know.
(BOTH CHUCKLING)
It is exactly because Iife is a series of
confrontations
with the mundane that we observe so Iittle.
And, therefore, the artist's role becomes
not to illustrate the fantastic,
but rather, to illuminate the obvious.
God, you make me wish I smoked.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Excuse me.
(SIGHS)
(IN FRENCH)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(IN FRENCH)
DANA: It's me. Open up.
(IN FRENCH)
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Me, too.
MAN: AII right, folks. Let's get started.
Hi. I'm Ray. And I Iive with
a compulsive gambler.
ALL: Hi, Ray.
ALL: Our father, who art in heaven
hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
on Earth, as it is in heaven.
Hi. My name is Bonnie.
ALL: Hi, Bonnie.
I guess it really hit me
when I found out the money he borrowed
was to pay gambling debts.
MAN: Instead of using the money I Ioaned her
to pay the rent,
she Iost it at the track.
But the worst part was the personality change.
She was always going to get back to even,
and then quit.
And somehow it was my fault.
It was always my fault.
It was weird. It was Iike
I was the parent,
and he was the kid.
Whenever Mom had a big win,
I'd ask her for money for a new bike or a dress.
I'd carry some clothes.
And then, I'd tuck it away...
For that inevitable day.
When she couldn't pay the rent.
Or buy groceries.
MAN: I used to think that not being able to
express my feelings
was a guy thing.
AII those years, growing up in that house...
It just caused me to shut down emotionally.
I've spent my whole Iife just pushing people away.
Oh, sure. I can solve other people's problems.
It's Iike the only time I feel alive is when
I'm in the middle of a crisis.
MAN: I just wish I could go back
and explain to the kid that I used to be,
'It's not your fault.'
You didn't do this.
You just have to Iet go of the anger.
Let go of the anger.
(SOBS)
(SIGHS)
Can I get you something?
No. Thanks.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Hello? Yeah, that's me.
How much? Hold on a second.
(SIGHS)
It's my bank. Chris is trying to
cash the check that I wrote.
He changed the amount from 3,000 to 13,000.
What the hell do I do, now?
Well, you have to tell them not to cash it.
Yeah, AII right. There must have
been a misunderstanding.
Yeah. So, go ahead and tear up that check
and tell Chris
we'II get that straightened out
when I see him.
Thanks for calling. Bye.
This is my fault.
He grew up watching me hustle games
on the playground.
Then, when he got old enough, we hustled them together.
Scott, you were a kid raising a kid.
Cut yourself some slack.
I got to talk to him! I got to talk to him.
Talk through the door. But this is where it ends.
CHRIS: Scott! Let me in!
You said you needed three grand, man.
Why did you change the check?
Three thousand was my weekly payment.
The real number's more Iike 30.
30,000?
Can we talk about this?
Chris, you need to get help. And Scott needs to
stop feeding your habit.
Man, stay out of this, Mary!
Scott, man, these guys are
going to kill me.
No, they won't. If they kill him,
they don't get their money.
PIease help me.
Don't. Scott, don't.
I'm sorry. I can't, Chris. You're on your own, man.
Man, you're not sorry! You're glad this happened!
You're just jealous because I got the goods
and you didn't!
Are you happy now? Huh? You damn Ioser!
(BANGING)
No, no! Scott... Let me go...
I've got to talk to him!
Listen to me. I don't care how Iong
you've been in the program.
You're still my witnesses. I won't Iet Chris get hurt.
I won't. I promise.
Okay?
It's okay.
MARSHALL: Here we go. Chris made over 40
phone calls Iast month
to a William Donner.
Got an address on Valencia Road.
MARY: Not even a traffic ticket.
MARSHALL: So, what do you want to do?
I don't know. Let's go find Mr. Donner.
Something will come to me.
Who is this bookie? Hansel or Gretel?
(RINGS DOORBELL)
Hi. Can I help you?
That depends. Are you Bill Donner?
Well, that depends. Who are you?
The U.S. Marshals Service. Got a minute?
Can I see some ID?
Yeah. You can. But... Well, here's the deal.
You see, this is kind of
an unofficial visit.
Think of it as a social call.
Exactly. The minute we pull badges,
it becomes...
It becomes official business.
You want to do this?
Anyway, we just figured,
what with all your illegal book-making activities
and such,
it might be better if we kept this visit,
you know...
Unofficial.
What? I'm allowed to talk, too.
I'm sorry. But I don't know
what you're talking about.
Yeah, okay. But unless you want us
to come back here officially,
you know, badges, guns, warrants,
you need to find a new Iine of work.
Like, yesterday.
And that means forgiving your customers' debts.
Got it?
Good. That's it.
We're done. Unless you have
something to add.
God forbid.
I know where I've seen you.
You were talking to Chris Worley after the game
the other night.
That's interesting.
Well, I really appreciate the unofficial visit,
Marshals,
but as far as any unpaid debt goes,
you can relax. Chris and I came
to an understanding.
Whatever hypothetical debt he might have owed me
has been forgiven.
AII right. Good.
But just so we're clear, the second someone comes
and slaps cuffs on me,
I tell the world about Chris Worley's degenerate
gambling addiction.
So, you might think twice, should you decide
to come back with warrants.
MARY: One way or another, I am going
to nail that guy.
I mean, Iiterally. FIay him, nail his hide
to a tree, spread it with jam,
then watch the squirrels go to town.
Working through some stuff, are we?
I mean, the good news is,
with Chris off the hook, maybe now he'II get some help.
You mean, if he's off the hook.
Why?
Remember Back to the Future?
Holy crap, I hate you.
If you haven't seen it in a while,
do yourself a favor.
Because it really holds up.
Anyway, there's this guy, Biff Tannen,
who gets rich by taking racing forms
back in time.
I'd Iike to go back in time before this
conversation started.
Biff gets rich because he knows the outcome
of the races
before they happen. It's every gambler's fantasy.
Why are you doing this? You know I hate movies
about time travel.
They never make sense, okay?
So, stop talking about Back To The Motherf...
Oh... There it is.
If Chris can influence the outcome of games,
then Bill Donner knows the results
before they happen.
Much Iike Biff Tannen.
I don't know. I've got to tell you,
I don't care how much he owes,
I don't see Chris intentionally throwing a game.
He doesn't have to. AII he has to do
is keep the points within the spread.
It's called point shaving,
and it's a Federal offense.
What's the spread on tonight's game?
Let's see. Uh-oh. The Tigers are favored
by a half-point.
So, in order for Chris to keep it
inside the spread,
the Tigers would have to Iose.
See? And everybody thinks
you're just a pretty face.
Really?
(EXCLAIMS)
I fear I may swoon.
In which case, promise you'II do absolutely
nothing to assist me.
You have my word.
Excuse me. Could you tell me
where Chris Worley is?
Yes, ma'am. He's in the training room.
Thanks.
He called me ma'am.
Yeah, but he was Iooking down your shirt
when he said it.
Why are you being so nice to me?
Hey, what are you doing? Get out of here.
Do me a favor. Watch the door?
Okay, but you better not be all wet
when I get back.
Well, I hope you're happy.
You got Scott to turn his back on me.
What? Nothing about today
has made me happy.
Except for meeting your teammates
a moment ago.
That was surprisingly uplifting.
And Scott hasn't turned his back on you.
He's just not going to feed your habit anymore.
(SCOFFS)
I don't have a habit.
Okay. Well, you tried to rip your brother off
for $10,000.
and you're on the verge of throwing away
your entire future.
So, whatever you've got, it isn't good.
Whatever. Can't you just
Ieave us alone
before you destroy our relationship?
You and Scott have one of the most amazing relationships
I've ever seen.
And nobody but yourselves
could ever destroy it.
So, you came here to tell me what a great relationship
me and Scott have?
No.
I came here to tell you
that in the entire span of your Iife,
whatever immediate problem you're facing, it's just
a blip on the radar.
Unless you do something stupid that turns it into
a defining moment.
Well, I've got to get ready. So...
You're not alone in this, Chris.
There are people in this world who care about you,
and there are people who only care
about themselves.
You need to decide who you're going to
turn to for help.
ANNOUNCER: We're set for the opening tip-off.
Tucson Tech taking on Los Lunas.
The Tigers are 7 and 1,
being led by Chris Worley,
who's averaging 22 points a game
on the season.
And check out the crowd. They are pumped for this one.
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
Tucson Tech controls the opening
tip-off.
Maybe he's not coming. He'II be here.
I don't care how mad they get at each other,
Scott wouldn't miss a game.
ANNOUNCER: Basket by Denham.
Chris Worley with a field goal.
Oh, my.
What?
It's Dana. She texted.
Let me see. Come on.
She writes well.
Uh-huh.
She's kind of adventurous, huh?
Lewis and CIark were adventurous.
Dana is 'Evel Kneivel rockets over
the Snake River' nuts.
She scares me.
Yeah, this was a mistake.
ANNOUNCER: Hobson takes down the miss
and clears it to Worley.
Really? You're that flexible?
Turnover. Chris Worley.
Lay-up by Lawson.
There's still no answer.
Something's not right.
MAN: Spread it out! Spread it out!
Watch the middle! Watch the middle!
ANNOUNCER: Foul on Molique Hardy.
Chris Worley to shoot two.
Come on, now, Worley. MAN: One shot, buddy.
(BUZZER BUZZING)
Something's definitely not right.
Let's go.
ANNOUNCER: And that's the end of the first half,
with the Tigers trailing by three.
Look what I found.
What's going on, Chris?
Nothing. Look, I've got to get out of here.
Chris, I saw you talking to Donner
before the game.
And on top of your generally crappy play,
you just put up two of the ugliest
bricks I've ever seen.
You've got to trust me.
Do you really want to put your faith,
your entire future,
in the hands of that Iying scumbag
bookie?
Oh, God. They've got...
Scott Worley. WITSEC control number W-C 5042A.
That's right. He was abducted.
We believe from his home between 16 and 1900 hours.
The suspect's name is William Donner.
MARY: That's right. I've got a visual
on the suspect now.
Because I want Donner to think all is
going according to plan.
If we grab him now, we run the risk of
setting off some scenario
where they kill my guy and disappear.
That's right. Coordinate through my office.
I'm not going anywhere.
See, this is the problem with staying in contact
with old witnesses.
Sooner or Iater, they're going to
cause problems.
It's their nature.
Why is she even in touch with these people?
It doesn't make sense.
Sure it does. Mary can't Iet go of anything.
I might have something.
DMV shows Scott owns three vehicles.
A classic '58 Chevy, a pick-up, and a tow truck.
But none of the police reports indicate seeing the Chevy
anywhere.
So, they grabbed him in his own car?
Could be, but here's the thing.
He got a discount on his auto insurance
for installing a vehicle tracking...
WOMAN: LoJack. How can I help you?
...device. Yes, I'd Iike to
report a stolen car.
Are you law enforcement?
Yes, ma'am. I sure am.
ANNOUNCER: With ten minutes remaining,
Tigers trail 56-55.
Chris Worley with a chance to take the lead.
Oh, no good! Airball!
Three-point shot, Tucson extends their lead.
Chris Worley with a turnover.
Time out. Time out.
Corey Mays replacing Chris Worley.
With seven minutes remaining, Tigers still trail.
(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Yeah?
MARSHALL: I found Scott. He's safe.
Okay, thanks.
Coach. You've got to Iet me in.
Let me in. AII right.
Pull out of it.
Chris Worley checks in at the scorers' table.
Hey.
If you don't mind, that seat's taken.
I'II just sit here until the person comes back.
And speaking of coming back, Iook who's coming
back into the game.
ANNOUNCER: Chris Worley checks in for Corey Mays.
Come on, Chris!
And by the way, I just want to
thank you
for Ietting Chris off the hook the way you did.
Truly a classy gesture.
ANNOUNCER: Worley with the assist on
the alley-oop by Hobson.
Tigers trail by just three with two and a half minutes
remaining.
Tucson misses an easy lay-up.
Come on, Chris!
WOMAN: Yeah, all right!
ANNOUNCER: Chris Worley with a field goal.
Looks Iike Chris got his shot back.
Tigers trail by just one.
Very exciting.
(MARY WHOOPING)
Steal by Worley, he drives up court.
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
Foul by Edward Brown. Chris Worley to shoot two.
Come on, Chris!
So, what's the spread again?
A half-point.
So, if he makes these, I guess you'd have to say
whoever bet against him was a big, stupid Ioser.
Right?
(WHOOPS) Way to go, Chris!
MARY: Way to go, Chris!
And the Tigers bring it home
with a win by two.
(ALL CHEERING)
Yay.
MARY: At first glance, one might suppose
me walking into the middle of Chris'
gambling problem
and the arrival of the FBI letter about
my father, the gambler,
to be cosmically connected events.
And who knows? Maybe they are.
But in the end, the whole happenstance
versus master plan debate?
Probably a big waste of time.
All that really matters is that we crossed paths
at an auspicious time.
Chris was lucky. He got off with a year's suspension,
but will still be able to play his senior year.
As for me, well...
Hi, I'm Mary.
ALL: Hi, Mary.
My earliest childhood memory is of my father
Iooking down at me, smiling,
while I crawled between his feet beneath
the pari-mutual window,
picking up busted tickets off the floor.
I don't think I was ever as happy as I was then.
I Ioved my father more than anything
in the whole world.
He was a warm, Ioving, funny, generous man.
And he Ioved me more than anything
in the whole world.
I know that he did.
And he was also a...
A serious, serious gambler.
And more than anything that's happened to me
in the Iast 30 years,
for better and worse,
he's the reason I am who I am today.
My father...
Dad...
Daddy...
He was my whole world.
And he...
He walked out of my Iife
two days before my seventh birthday.
(SOBS)