Hard Ball

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I gotta lock up, son.

You looking for faith,

forgiveness?

I'm lookin' for the Bulls

to cover the spread.

Duffy's here.

You better have his money.

I got it. I'm gonna have it.

What's the score?

You're into Duffy for at least five

grand. Who gave you an account?

I laid six grand

with the Barber to get me even.

Chicago's down by four.

- I got Chicago gettin' eight.

- Less than a minute to go.

Hang on!

Just hang on.

Did you bet the Barber with

my money? You're not that stupid.

Shut up, Duffy. In 1 8 seconds,

you'll have your money.

Oh, and he gets hammered,

and in it goes!

Sh*t!

Okay, if he makes both,

it's eight. I push. I'm even.

Flagrant foul.

He shoots that first.

- That's bullshit!

- You're screwed if he