Kingpin

All set, Charlie.

Hey, Pa!

Whoa.

Hey, Pa, you got time for a game before supper?

Go get your ball. I'll meet you out back.

Okay, Roy.

Come on, I want to see some smoke on this one.

- Whoa! Okay! - Yeah!

Son, you put that in a bottle,

you got something sweeter than Yoo-hoo.

Whoa! Beauty!

You got a great gift, Son.

It's as if angels came down from heaven

and put a blessing on your three bowling digits.

You can apply everything that I've taught you about bowling

to your daily life.

And if you do that, you're gonna be decent,

you're gonna be moral,

you're gonna be a good man.

Well, all set, guys.

Can you believe this?

Me on the professional bowling tour?

It's your calling, Son.

One day, when people say the name "Munson,"

they're gonna think "winner."

Just like DiMaggio is to baseball,

or Unitas is to football.

That's what Munson will be to bowling.

- That's right, Roy. - Yeah, Roy.

I hope so, Dad. I want to make you proud.

Hey, Roy.

Maybe you can get this old piece of crap working,

or if you get in a pinch,

maybe you'll get a couple of bucks for it.

Thanks, Dad.

You go get them, Son.

I will.

It all comes down to this roll.

Roy Munson, a man-child,

with a dream to topple bowling giant, Ernie McCracken.

If he strikes, he's the 1979 Odor-Eaters champion.

He's got one foot in the frying pan and one in the pressure cooker.

Believe me, as a bowler, I know,

that right about now your bladder feels like an overstuffed vacuum cleaner bag,

and your butt is kind of like an about-to-explode bratwurst.

Hey! Do you mind? I wasn't talking when you were bowling.

Was I talking out loud?

Was I?

Sorry.

Good luck.

Yeah!

Munson! Munson!

Munson! Munson! Munson! Munson!

Big problem, my friend.

- Engine blown. - Engine blown?

Someone put sugar in your tank.

- Sugar? That's impossible. - Here. Here. Sugar.

Maybe it's the bad kids around here.

- How much is it gonna cost to fix? - $2,000.

$2,000? That's gonna wipe me out.

I'm sorry. Did I wake you, Fatima?

- Ethyl supreme. Top it off, please. - Right away.

Watch the door.

Hey, pinhead, juice the tires for me, will you?

Today. Oh, Roy. Didn't expect to see you so soon.

- Hi, Mr. McCracken. - Hey, call me Ernie or Big Ern, huh?

For a young bowler like yourself, the tour can be very difficult.

Very expensive.

Tanqueray and Tab.

Keep them coming, sweets. I got a long drive.

Do me a favor, will you?

Would you mind washing off that perfume

before you come back to our table?

A little bad luck, like you had here today, all of your dreams can go up in smoke.

That's why even we veteran bowlers,

we work our way, tournament to tournament.

We need the supplemental income.

Supplemental income?

- Supplemental. - Supplemental.

Yeah, it's extra. That's what it means.

You interested?

- Interested? - Interested.

Would you be interested in some extra income?

Extra income?

Want to make more money?

Okay.

Why don't you go eat that outside and then come on back in?

- Hi. - Hello.

Not you.

- Hi. - Hi.

God, do people actually bowl here?

They live here. They die here. They get their mail here.

I don't know about this, Mr. McCracken. Something doesn't seem right.

Well, it takes guts to say no, kid. You got a lot of courage.

I don't think I could call my mommy and daddy

and tell them I didn't have what it takes to make it on the tour.

All right, let's get going.

Better call them before they go to sleep. Come on, hurry up.

- All right. - Nice flip-flop. Way to go.

Two more for me and my friend here.

I got it in the nose.

Here, just take it out of that.

Say there, buddy,

you gonna buy the beers or the whole place?

No, I...

This is just my bonus. I had a good month.

A good month.

This punk shattered my monthly record.

I had the entire company record, 21%. Just shattered.

Look at this bonus they gave him.

What do you fellows sell?

- Dictionaries. - Dictionaries.

Yeah. Door to door.

Hey, what do you say, we play a couple of games?

- Maybe 20 bucks a game? - Oh, no.

No, you're not gonna bowl drunk again.

But I insist.

What do you want to risk? You have everything going for you.

You're on a gravy train with biscuit wheels.

You've just shattered my record. What do you want to go and lose it for?

This is a Gran Torino looking at you here.

Don't do it, okay?

Let's just have six or seven drinks and go.

Hey, buddy boy.

You looking for a little friendly action,

I just might know somebody to accommodate you.

Speak of the devil, and he appears.

I'm gonna play the jukebox.

- Yes! - Oh, yeah!

God!

God!

- Oh, yeah. - He was robbed and you know it.

Game, set, match, fellas.

Yeah, and I believe you owe us another $100.

Well, we're not getting much mercy here tonight.

Well, you guys got to forgive me.

You see, bowling for money, it's my only vice.

- Here's your drink. - Thanks, sugar.

Okay, two vices.

That's still very good.

All right, let's go.

Thank you for the education, gentlemen.

We've just received a Ph.D. in stupidity. Doctor, shall we?

Give us a chance to win our money back.

Are you crazy?

Padre, how much are you into us for already?

$350.

$350.

That's a landau roof and power steering, down the drain.

It could be in your pocket right now. Let's go.

Double or nothing, I can pick up that spare.

- I can... I think I can do it. - That's the six, seven, ten.

You'll pick up that spare the same day my hair starts falling out.

Come on, let's get out of here.

- I can do this. - For $700? No way.

No. No way. No, not for $700.

What have you got here? 1,500. For $1,500.

Guys, you want some of the "action," as he calls it?

Come on, you chickenshits. I'm good for the money.

Put up my share.

Now, Mr. Big Shot.

Mr. I-wear-my-pants-high

and-I-pick-up-every-spare drunk-or-sober.

Come on, guys.

All right, we'll take that bet.

Fine, my friend, my so-called friend.

Take your silly little ball and make your silly little spare,

or miss it!

Come on, boy. Bowl!

The name's not boy.

It's Roy.

Roy Munson.

How did he do that?

What did I tell you? What did I tell you? What did I tell you?

This feels weird. Are you sure this is legal?

I don't know. It's fun, though, isn't it?

What do you have sugar for, Mr. McCracken?

Didn't I tell you to call me Ernie or Big Ern?

It's for my morning coffee.

Get out of the car, wise guy!

What do we do?

Sometimes a bowler just has to face the music.

Come on. There you are. Let's go.

And that bowler is you, Roy.

You're in deep shit, kid!

Look, look, I don't know what I'm doing here.

Let me see that hand.

Yeah, I thought I recognized that name.

- Father, please do something. - Oh, yeah.

I'm a priest like you're a dictionary salesman,

you piece of shit. Come on, get him inside.

Come on. No, don't do this.

No!

No!

What are you doing?

I'll pay you back, I swear to God. I swear.

- Get him up there. - No, no, no!

No!

No!

- No! - Do it!