25th Hour Page #3

You got nights with your girlfriends.

Going out clubbing.

- Sitting at bars...

- You and me equals our.

- Our last night.

- Sit at home watching movies.

- All kinds of nights.

- What can't you understand?

Know what? I can't do this

right now. OK, babe?

I need you to just be quiet.

Please just be quiet.

We haven't talked about this.

You can't even look me in the eye.

I have to go. Meet us in Chinatown.

- Where are you going?

- I have to see my father.

Do me a favour. Wear

that silver dress tonight. OK?

- You want me to?

- Yeah.

That's how I want to remember you.

Very nice, very nice.

Hello, beautiful lady.

Beautiful baby.

You look like Halle Berry,

they tell you this? Come back.

I make you

half-black, half-Russian baby.

So many beautiful woman.

I love this area.

- How much is rent?

- You can't afford it. Trust me.

- What're you doing here?

- Something is wrong?

No. I'm having the time of my life.

What do you think, dumb sh*t?

Uncle Nikolai wants me

talking with you.

Make sure

you come to club tonight.

You're the third person to say that.

What the f*** is going on?

- What does he want?

- I don't know.

You come to say you don't know?

You got a phone.

You do not answer my calls.

- Uncle wants you at the Bridge.

- I'll be there. Christ's sake!

Tell him. I'm bringing friends.

I'm bringing Naturelle.

Monty. Wait. Please.

Why you bring her?

- Why wouldn't I?

- We discussed this before, no?

- You get very mad at me.

- Will you stop with that already?

I already told you. It wasn't her.

- You know this?

- Why would she?

Maybe her aunt is illegal alien.

- These Mexicans...!

- She's Puerto Rican.

A US citizen.

That's more than I can say for you.

The Feds, they bust her...

Feds? Why are you filling my head

with this sh*t? You're crazy.

You ask her?

No, I didn't ask her.

Listen.

Before you leave, you should know.

See you down there.

Those guys coming back in yet?

Little by little.

It was hard on those guys.

I went to elementary school

with that guy Nick. Remember?

- Nicky?

- Nick. Yeah, yeah. Good kid.

Place looks good, though.

Wanna take your coat off?

Nah, I'm feeling a little cold.

- That's a helluva steak.

- Only the best for you, sweetie.

I'll send you cookies every month.

Peanut butter, right?

That's it.

I talked to Sal.

- Dad...

- See if he can help.

He's been out of it for 20 years.

- He knows people.

- That's not the point.

I don't want you to get involved.

OK? I mean it.

I'm gonna be alright.

You'll still be a young man

when you get out.

I know you don't think about it

but don't start any trouble...

Don't worry about me. Please.

Should never have happened.

You wanted money,

you could've done anything.

Doctor, lawyer.

- That's all I'm saying.

- Don't lay that on me.

When Sal's crew were

squeezing you for payments,

did you wish

I was at law school then?

Not one word from you back then.

Where d'you think that money

was coming from? Donald Trump?

- That was a mistake.

- Let's forget it.

There were lots of mistakes.

I was drinking after your mom passed.

Please. Please, don't do this.

An 11 -year-old boy with

a dead mother and a drunk father.

- I got no one to blame but myself.

- Stop. Stop.

It wasn't you, Pop.

Gotta take a leak.

Yeah, f*** you, too.

F*** me? F*** you.

F*** you and this whole city

and everyone in it.

No, no, no.

F*** the panhandlers

grubbing for money,

smiling at me behind my back.

F*** the squeegee men,

dirtying the windshield of my car.

Get a f***ing job!

F*** the Sikhs and Pakistanis,

bombing down the avenues

in decrepit cabs,

curry steaming outta their pores,

stinking up my day.

Terrorists in f***ing training.

Slow the f*** down!

...one of those operations

to elongate your penis...

F*** the Chelsea boys

with their waxed chests

and pumped-up biceps.

Going down on each other

in my parks and on my piers,

jiggling their d*cks

on my channel 35!

F*** the Korean grocers,

their pyramids overpriced fruit,

their roses wrapped in plastic.

Ten years

and still no speak-ee English.

F*** the Russians

in Brighton Beach.

Mobster thugs sitting in cafes,

sipping tea in little glasses.

Sugar cubes between their teeth.

Wheeling, dealing, scheming.

Go back where you came from!

F*** the black-hatted Hasidim,

strolling down 47th Street in their

dirty gabardine with their dandruff,

selling South African

apartheid diamonds.

Your wife deserves this.

F*** the Wall Street brokers,

self-styled

masters of the universe,

Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko

wannabe motherfuckers

figuring out new ways

to rob hard-working people blind.

Send those Enron a**holes

to jail for f***ing life.

Bush and Cheney didn't know about

that sh*t? Give me a f***ing break!

Tyco. ImCIone. Adelphia.

F*** the Puerto Ricans, 20 to a car,

swelling up the welfare rolls.

Worst f***ing parade in the city.

Don't get me started

on the dumb-in-the-cans

who make the Puerto Ricans

look good.

Who's this guy?

Get the f*** outta here!

F*** the Bensonhurst Italians.

Pomaded hair,

nylon warm-up suits,

their St Anthony medallions.

Swinging their Jason Giambi

Louisville Slugger baseball bats,

auditioning for "The Sopranos"!

F***ing crack your head open!

Bensonhurst! Bensonhurst!

F*** the Upper East Side wives

with their Hermes scarves,

and $50 Balducci artichokes.

Overfed faces getting pulled, lifted

and stretched all taut and shiny.

You're not fooling anybody,

sweetheart!

- Taxi!

- F*** the uptown brothers.

They never pass the ball,

never wanna play defence,

they take five steps

on every lay-up to the hoop,

then they wanna blame it all

on the white man.

We're not giving it up.

Slavery ended 137 years ago.

Move the f*** on!

F*** the corrupt cops

with their anus-violating plungers

and their 41 shots, standing behind

a blue wall of silence.

You betray our trust!

F*** priests who put their hands

down an innocent child's pants.

F*** the church that protects them,

delivering us into evil.

And while you're at it, f*** JC!

He got off easy.

A day on the cross,

a weekend in hell

and the hallelujahs

of legioned angels for eternity.

Try seven years

in f***ing Otisville, J.

F*** Osama Bin Laden,

Al-Qaeda,

backward-assed cave-dwelling

fundamentalist a**holes everywhere.

On the names

of innocent thousands murdered,

I pray you spend the rest

of eternity with your 72 whores

roasting in a jet-fuelled fire

in hell.

You towel-headed camel jockeys

can kiss my royal Irish ass!

"I notice how many

of what I once thought

were evidences of repression...

- F*** Jacob Elinsky.

- ...sexual or otherwise."

Whining malcontent. F*** Francis

Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend,

judging me while he stares

at my girl's ass.

F*** Naturelle Riviera.

I gave her my trust

and she stabbed me in the back.

Sold me up the river. F***ing b*tch.

F*** my father

with his endless grief,

standing behind that bar,

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