Poolhall Junkies Page #3

- Relax, you're not getting fired.

As a matter of fact,

I've decided to move you up...

and make you head of supplies.

That's a promotion, son.

- More money, nice bonuses.

- Thanks.

I figure, out of all the men here,

you're probably most qualified for that job.

Why do you say that?

You're the pool hustler, ain't you?

If I need a few truckloads of steel

to disappear off this site...

I know I can count on you

to make it happen, right?

You get taken care of, I get taken care of,

and everybody's happy.

And the heaviest thing

you ever have to lift around here...

is a clipboard.

Well?

I'm sorry, Bill.

I think you got the wrong guy.

- What?

- Tell Jack I said thanks, okay?

You don't do as I say...

then you and Jack will both

be looking for work somewhere else.

Then you can tell Jack I said we're even.

Johnny, you got a phone call.

Hey, Nick. What's up?

What?

Yeah, I want a game.

What I'm saying is that I bet you $200

I can drink both these pints of beer...

- before you drink those shots of Jack.

- Sounds good to me.

That is absolutely impossible.

- Then put up your money.

- No problem.

- Brett, can you spot me?

- Again? You already owe me $200.

I'll pay tomorrow.

No cheating. I know how you guys are.

You can't knock one of my glasses

off the table...

and tell me to lap it up to win my bet.

- Who the f*** do you think we are?

- I know, I just...

To be fair, you must at least

let me finish my first beer...

before you fire down both your shots.

And we can't touch the other's glasses.

- Deal.

- You're on.

- Fine.

- Sounds good to me.

Absolutely. Good luck.

$20, $30, $40... $65.

How much more do I need?

If Tang wins his game,

that should be just enough.

Since when was he satisfied

with just enough?

Tang's right.

Plus I'll need more money for fliers.

You can play Moose a quick game.

He's good for $100.

- Say, Moose!

- Don't mess with me.

I was watching TV with your wife today.

Stupid b*tch.

Took her two hours to watch 60 Minutes.

Look, I'm sorry. I made him... Oh, my God!

- Say, "1, 2, 3, go. "

- 1, 2, 3, go.

- That hand's quicker.

- What difference does- -

- Use your left hand- -

- Shut up.

You can't touch my glasses

and I can't touch yours.

It's incredible what's going on.

How about that?

That's it, Danny, get your money up.

Race to 5 for $100,

and I wanna see the money this time!

No more playing for owesies.

Good Lord, Moose!

Will you calm down, get a throat lozenge?

Let me get my cue, will you? Hey, Nick!

Hand me my cue, will you?

- Is that legal?

- Of course it's not legal.

I'll get your money.

- What's he doing here?

- Never mind your brother.

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