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You beat him bad. He'll start you off at five hundred a game -- he'll beat the pants off you. Fats keeps sinking shots. She stops a waitress on the way upstairs and exchanges her glass for a new one. Eddie goes over to the water cooler for a drink while Fats doles out his losings on the table. Eddie laughs to himself, puts his hanging bag and cue case on a chair, then turns to face his image in the mirror. Eddie goes over to the rack and takes a cue. There is a long silence. I mean, neither one of us would know what it was if we saw it coming down the street.