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!
JUNlOR: One sixty, one eighty, two hundred.
Go on, leeches. Get your asses gone.
Come on, Chris. Quit jerking off. We're shooting free throws.
Boring.
(EXCLAlMS) 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 line.
(SIGHS)
All right.
You make 20, you get 20. All 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.
All right? I know, I know.
Same thing every time. Just like 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 like when the game is on the line.
Step up and trust your routine.
Here we go.
Yeah.
Ten more.
That's right. All 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 like you give loan 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 lesson.
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. ls 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, like, talk some sense to her?
She doesn't speak sense.
Fine. Leave it and I'll do what I can.
But this is the last 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.
ln 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. ls 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 lntro to Critical Thinking. And I've got to tell you,
this one? What a mind.
It is a conversation piece.
(BELL RlNGS)
It sounds like 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 lot of chemistry going on there.
(LAUGHS WEAKLY)
(CROWD CHEERlNG)
MARSHALL: Come on, guys!
Nice! Nice!
All right, Chris! All 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.
All right. Put it in.
Yeah! That's right! Yeah!
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Hey! Mary!
Whoa. Hey! Oh, wow. Okay. All right, all right, all right. That was fun.
Good game, bro.
Really good. You totally didn't suck.
Oh...
Wow. Hey, look, I've got to make a quick pit-stop.
So, I'm going to see y'all outside.
All 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, like, front me a little book money?
Walk with me.
Three grand for books?
And a new laptop. 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 long 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.
lnspectors have strict codes of conduct
governing how we interact with witnesses.
And even the public at large.
That's why in every public situation,
we go to great lengths 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 legally 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...
Blah, 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'll 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 last night.
Everything's good with you? Work, life, finances?
Yeah. Fine.
Good. And what about Chris? How's he doing?
I mean, finance-wise?
Are you kidding? He's a college kid
living like 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 living off of?
It's a good thing my business is doing so well.
Just last 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 lot 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 liars. All day long.
One line 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 last 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 let 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 lying 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. All right?
All 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, look at you. All 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. All 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, like, the man on campus,
and I can't even afford to go out for pizza.
So, what am l supposed to do?
I can't get a job, because college rules won't let me.
Scott doesn't make enough money to help me out.
That's bull. When have l 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 last 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. ls that what you want?
Nobody's signing nothing.
Chris, I'm sure, has learned his lesson.
All right? Now, I'd just like 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 little girl's dress.
I almost killed him.
The way he fawned... ls 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 live with gamblers?
She said it would help.
Did it?
No. It was just a bunch of whiny losers.
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 life is a series of confrontations
with the mundane that we observe so little.
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)
(lN FRENCH)
(KNOCKlNG ON DOOR)
(lN FRENCH)
DANA: It's me. Open up.
(lN FRENCH)
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Me, too.
MAN: All right, folks. Let's get started.
Hi. I'm Ray. And I live 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: lnstead of using the money I loaned her to pay the rent,
she lost 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 like 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.
All those years, growing up in that house...
It just caused me to shut down emotionally.
I've spent my whole life just pushing people away.
Oh, sure. I can solve other people's problems.
It's like 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 let go of the anger.
Let go of the anger.
(SOBS)
(SIGHS)
Can I get you something?
No. Thanks.
(CELL PHONE RlNGS)
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, All right. There must have been a misunderstanding.
Yeah. So, go ahead and tear up that check and tell Chris
we'll 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.
CHRlS: 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 like 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.
Please 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 loser!
(BANGlNG)
No, no! Scott... Let me go...
I've got to talk to him!
Listen to me. I don't care how long you've been in the program.
You're still my witnesses. I won't let Chris get hurt.
I won't. I promise.
Okay?
It's okay.
MARSHALL: Here we go. Chris made over 40 phone calls last 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?
(RlNGS 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 lD?
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 line 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.
All 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, literally. Flay 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'll 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 like 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 like 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. All 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 lose.
See? And everybody thinks you're just a pretty face.
Really?
(EXCLAIMS)
I fear I may swoon.
ln which case, promise you'll 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 looking 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 leave 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 life,
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.
(WHlSTLE BLOWS)
Tucson Tech controls the opening tip-off.
Maybe he's not coming. He'll 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 Clark 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 lying 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 later, 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 let 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 like 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 let me in.
Let me in. All right. Pull out of it.
Chris Worley checks in at the scorers' table.
Hey.
If you don't mind, that seat's taken.
I'll just sit here until the person comes back.
And speaking of coming back, look 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 letting 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 like Chris got his shot back.
Tigers trail by just one.
Very exciting.
(MARY WHOOPING)
Steal by Worley, he drives up court.
(WHlSTLE 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 loser.
Right?
(WHOOPS) Way to go, Chris!
MARY: Way to go, Chris!
And the Tigers bring it home with a win by two.
(ALL CHEERlNG)
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
looking 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 loved my father more than anything in the whole world.
He was a warm, loving, funny, generous man.
And he loved 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 last 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 life
two days before my seventh birthday.
(SOBS)