S.T.A.L.K.E.R: The Duel

Good shot. Again.

Good shot. Again.

Good shot.

Come on! Take a shot!

No! No! No!

- What'd you do wrong? Just fix it.

- I know.

Your best isn't good enough.

You gotta do better!

No! No!

No!

Finally awake, sleepyhead?

How long was I sleeping?

Not long.

But I'm glad you're awake.

I didn't want you to miss it.

Miss what?

Our grand entrance.

This is it.

It's small.

Cozy.

I guess this is the kitchen.

I'm gonna look around,

okay, Mom?

Jeez.

Have you found the bedroom?

Yeah, you could say that.

I'm sorry, Vance.

I just... I...

This is all I could find.

I just wanted to leave.

It's okay.

Everything's gonna be okay.

I almost forgot. I...

This came for you.

Tomorrow you start a new life

in a brand-new school.

Aren't you excited?

Thanks, Mom.

You wanna take it?

There you go.

Reach for it.

There you go.

There it goes.

Come on, geek.

Don't you need your book for class?

- Yes.

- Then take it. What's stopping you?

- Please!

- Hey, if you're so desperate for books,

you can have mine.

Who the hell are you?

Another geek, I guess.

Come on. Take it.

What's the matter, man?

If you want it, just take it.

Man, I will knock you out.

No, you won't.

The bell just rang.

Get to class now.

Consider yourself lucky, punk.

All right.

Settle down.

Settle down, class.

Hey.

I understand we have

a new student to our school.

Mr. Vance Holden?

Halden?

Vance Halden?

Is that right?

Would you come

and introduce yourself,

tell the class where

you're from, et cetera?

Hey.

My name is Vance.

I'm from Wisconsin.

Um, I...

Mr. Halden?

I just moved here yesterday.

That's it, I guess.

That's good.

Welcome, Mr. Halden.

Does anyone have

any questions for Vance?

No.

Okay. You can take your seat, sir.

Thanks.

How did you get your black eye?

It's personal.

All right, class.

Settle down, okay?

We're gonna let

Mr. Halden get settled,

and then we're going

to open our books

to Chapter 25,

specifically page 193.

No worries. I told you,

it's never gonna happen.

We're just too different.

You'll never do better than me.

Maybe. But maybe

I'd rather be alone.

You're making the biggest

mistake of your life.

Please, Maurice,

just let me go.

Got a complaint, boy?

You got something to say?

What about you? Huh?

- Is that you, Vance?

- Yeah.

- How was school?

- It was fine.

I have some great news.

I got a job at a restaurant

close to here.

Great.

Are you okay?

Yes, Mom.

So as you can see,

the Pythagorean theorem

allows us to find any unknown side

of an isosceles triangle,

which we'll designate X.

This triangle is also known

as a 45-45-90 triangle,

named so because of

the measure of their angles.

In a 45-45-90 triangle,

the measure of the hypotenuse

is equal to the measure of a leg

multiplied by

the square root of two.

So to find X...

Quiet down,

and listen up, kiddies.

The theme...

for this quarter semester

is basketball.

Invented by some Canadian

out in Massachusetts

as a way to keep

his little bratty kids busy.

And it's been keeping

brats busy ever since.

What's this?

We got a newbie?

Yes, sir.

What's your name, newbie?

Vance.

Play ball, Vance?

Hard of hearing

or slow to speaking?

Which is it?

Yeah, a little.

I play a little.

Show me.

Six shots in a row

will get you a B.

Five gets you a C.

Anything less,

and you fail.

Anything more than six...

...probably ain't possible for you.

Waiting on a written invite, newbie?

Show us what you got.

Now we're moving.

One.

Two.

Yo, this white boy can shoot.

Six.

Seven.

Hey, if I make another,

do I get an A plus?

Time for laps.

Twice around the gym.

Move it!

Move it!

What?

I guess no one accidentally

bumps into each other

where you're from.

I didn't know

you bumped into me.

I mean, I know that somebody

bumped into me.

I just... I didn't know...

I didn't know you bumped into me.

I don't think I'm making any sense.

It's okay. I don't think anyone

makes sense around here,

especially me.

My name's Lena.

I'm Vance.

But you already know that,

don't you?

The whole school knows that.

We don't get a lot of new kids.

Lucky me.

I saw what you did for Amy.

That was really brave.

I saw you, too.

You're a pretty good dancer,

by the way.

Oh, so you were

the creepy stalker

staring at me

through the window.

Yeah, I guess I was.

You like what you saw?

Yeah.

Good.

So, are you doing

anything after school?

Maybe we could

go eat something.

I can't. I have work.

I teach a swim class at the pool.

You swim, too?

I am a girl of many talents.

Oh, and I'll try to be

more careful next time.

It's amazing how a girl

can shoot you down with that smile.

Who says I got shot down?

Well, she's walking that way,

- and you're standing still.

- Good point.

You know, you caught fire

back there in the gym, crony.

Where'd you learn

to shoot like that?

- My dad taught me.

- Really?

Who was your dad, Larry Bird?

Not exactly.

The name's Jules.

This my school.

- Name's Vance.

- Really?

'Cause the way I hear people

talking about you around here,

I could've sworn your name

was New White Boy.

Hey, don't even sweat that, all right?

Most people around here

are ignorant and dumb.

That's why they

never make it anywhere.

- What, and you're different?

- I'm not just different,

I'm better.

Well, I gotta say

you are the first person

that's taken the time to talk to me.

- 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.

Come on, little white boy.

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.

The amount changes each time.

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.

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