The Color of Money Page #2

playing Stalker?

I'll tell you what

I can do off Stalker.

I can go to West Point.

It's all coming down

to video-game reflexes.

Computerized tanks,

Star Wars.

In 10 years,

a heavy scorer on Stalker...

is a shoo-in

at the Point.

You are beautiful.

What do you mean,

"money"?

Money money.

Really?

Hey, look.

If you got an area

of excellence...

you're the best

at something, anything...

then rich

can be arranged.

Rich can come

fairly easy.

Really?

You got some other

area of excellence besides Stalker?

You're some

piece of work.

You're also

a natural character.

I've been telling her that.

I got natural character.

That's not

what I said, kid.

I said you are

a natural character.

You're

an incredible flake.

But that's a gift.

Guys spend half their lives

inventing that.

You walk into a poolroom

with that "go, go, go..."

guys will be

killing each other...

trying to get

to you.

You got that.

But I'll tell you

something, kiddo.

You couldn't

find big time...

if you had

a road map.

Pool excellence is not about

excellent pool.

It's about

becoming something.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Like what?

You got to be a student...

of human moves.

See, all the greats

that I know of...

were students

of human moves.

Students

of human moves?

Yeah. That's my area

of excellence.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Ahem.

What?

What?

That guy at the end

of the bar...

he's been hustling that broad

for half an hour.

He's going to throw in the towel

in 30 seconds for a buck.

You got it.

Starting now.

What do you mean,

rich can be arranged?

Shh.

Guess the news.

You lose.

And I just missed it

by a couple of seconds.

Want to up the bet?

Yeah.

Check for the meal says

I leave with her in two minutes.

Okay. Ready, go.

Now. I'm counting.

I know this will

sound crazy...

but would you come outside

and look at my car?

Your car?

Yeah.

Come on.

Hold it here

for a second.

Human moves, kid.

You study the watch...

but I study you.

You get the check.

Excuse me.

Cab's on me.

What's with

the car, Eddie?

Nothing.

I'll drive you home.

I hated to see you

sitting alone.

Did you see Julian?

Yeah. Does he still

got his nighttime job?

He wanted to talk to you,

but you were busy.

Where did you go?

What?

You certainly

weren't here.

Oh, yeah?

Where was I?

God, the earth moved.

Didn't it move

for you a little bit?

That was a train.

No, it was you...

but it certainly wasn't San Juan.

I mean, if you're going to talk

earth moving...

you got to talk San Juan.

Remember that waterbed we had?

God!

Sometimes I think about that week.

When I'm behind the bar...

I think,

"I'm going to get me a waterbed..."

and not tell anybody...

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