S.T.A.L.K.E.R: The Duel Page #2
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- 2011
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- I told you I was different.
- Yeah, which makes me wonder,
what do you want?
Definitely not ignorant and dumb.
You're right.
I do want something from you.
But why tell you
when I can show you?
Come on.
What you got to lose?
Excuse me.
Where are we going?
Are all white folks this impatient?
I am.
That's a shame.
Man, how do I know you're not
taking me someplace dangerous?
So you're impatient and paranoid?
How much longer, man?
Crony, trust me when I tell you,
this is worth the wait, all right?
- All right, bro.
- Come on, man.
- Yeah!
- What's this?
This is the finest
in underground basketball.
It's a tournament.
A duel, to be exact.
What's a duel?
It's a two-and-two game
played for money.
Game! How much
you eager to lose, boy?
Then the stakes are set.
Come at me with that nonsense.
Real men don't play
for less than 100.
- Okay.
- Bet.
What's the game play to?
First one to 21 wins.
You see, there's just
one more thing.
Calling fouls only slows things down.
That's why each team
only gets to call one foul,
and only one per game.
Oh, I know that guy.
Sucker.
Yeah, that's Maurice.
He never loses.
And legend has it
that he's never called a foul,
no matter how hard he's hit, ever.
Trust me, you don't
wanna know that guy.
Come on.
Why'd you show me that?
I just wanted to give you a taste.
All in due time,
new white boy.
Yo, what up, J-Bow?
I got it right now...
guns, drugs, chicks, whatever.
- Just let me know, all right?
- I'm good.
Yeah. I'll see you later, though.
- Easy.
- For sure. Yeah, yeah.
- Yo, where we going?
- Probably the only place crazier
than a duel tournament...
my house.
Mama! Mama, I'm home!
Juli! Juli! Juli!
What it is, Ang.
Happy to see me?
- I want a piggyback ride.
- Machine's out of order.
Go color something,
you little brat.
That's my little sister Angelica.
My mom's got this thing
with Spanish names.
My real name is Julio,
and Angelica,
and then she named
No-Iook pass!
He takes it in the air!
Slam dunks!
Rody, what did I tell you
about using my basketball?
You weren't using it.
That don't mean you can, little man.
But I don't got a ball.
You want a ball?
Go steal one.
But leave mine alone.
I'm gonna have 100 balls
when I'm famous.
I'm gonna be better
than Allen Iverson, Dwyane Wade,
making all the best plays.
Whatever. Keep dreaming,
you little shrimp.
Mama! Mama!
Mama!
Quit all your shouting, Julio.
This place is the size of a matchbox.
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