25th Hour Page #6

- A student. Yeah.

A junior.

I mean, the girl's 16.

I mean, she's not real pretty.

Not in the classical sense.

But she...

I don't know. She's got something.

And I told him.

I told Terry

he ought to just forget about it.

And he's kind of obsessing.

It's kind of scary.

The way he talks about it.

But he's like, ...

..."Five years from now,

she'll almost be out of college,

and I'll be 36... You know."

"You know? Nothing wrong with that."

You haven't f***ed her yet,

have you? Have you?

Sorry. Did you listen to what I said?

No, I haven't f***ed her. Of course.

That's good. Because,

man, big mistake.

I am not a pervert.

Know what a man should never ask

in a Victoria's Secret shop?

Does this come in children's sizes?

Think about that.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- It's literal. A joke.

Literal?

Why do we do this?

Why can't we sit down.

You shut the f*** up,

have a beer, a drink...

Francis Xavier Slaughtery.

Hey, baby.

- Hey, Naturelle. Nice to see you.

- You, too.

- Hi.

- How you doing, Jake?

- You look fantastic.

- Thank you. What are you up to?

- Frank's eyeing the bartender.

- Yeah? What's the verdict?

Guilty of looking good.

- She's just tits, Francis.

- Yeah? Did you see her ass?

Girl's got a fine ass

and she's oozing sex appeal.

She's oozing somethin'.

That is so typical.

That's what I'm talking about.

Why is it if a woman walks in

with great tits,

every other woman in there

says she's a slut?

- I have great tits. I'm no slut.

- Says you. Another thing...

When I call a girl and say,

"Let's meet for dinner,"

why can't I get off the phone

for half an hour? That's a sickness.

And tell me this.

Please explain this to me.

Why is it that women feel the need

to cry after having great sex?

Why is that?

What is up with that?

Oh, my God.

- What?

- Are you serious?

Yes. It's a joy thing, it's not...

Please!

You're just a sad f***, Francis.

Looks like you've been demoted

from the 99th percentile.

You should've been here for Jake's

story about his imaginary friend.

- OK.

- So, where's your man?

Like he's ever on time?

Better be tomorrow.

How's his dad doing?

Like he's aged 20 years

in a few months.

That's too bad.

C'mon, we gotta keep this upbeat.

Make sure he has a good night.

Alright. Why don't you give us

some more sex tips to cheer us up?

- Touche.

- Where's the little girls' room?

I know she cries after having sex.

I'd bet money on that sh*t.

Like to know, wouldn't you?

Set 'em up for the Dead End Kids.

- Been waiting long?

- No. We got here early.

- Naturelle?

- Bathroom.

These are on me.

- Cheers.

- Thank you, Jody.

Come by Sunday. It's my birthday.

Yeah.

Thanks, Jody.

You don't have to come.

- I was just saying.

- No, thanks. Thank you.

- F*** Sunday.

- Hey. F*** Sunday.

The whole city

came out to say goodbye.

- You got a lot of young fans.

- Yeah.

I think we're the oldest people here.

We?

This is my guy.

- How you doing, big man?

- It's the man. The man's arrived.

Coming and going.

Seven years. That sh*t ain't no joke.

- That's nervous!

- That's the word.

- Damn, you alright?

- Trying not to think about it.

What is this?

What's going on here?

That's the legendary DJ Dusk.

My man from Fort Greene.

He's nice. 17 years old, man. 17!

Gets the girls jumping.

But forget about the crowd.

VIP's set up for you.

These are my guys.

Do we come in here?

No, go in through the back.

Door's open for you.

Hey, listen up.

Don't lose your temper until it's

time to lose your temper. Hear me?

- Take care.

- Catch you on the other side.

Hey, Elinsky!

Mr Elinsky. My God.

What are you doing?

I didn't know you ever left school.

I thought you had,

like, a bed in the boiler room.

Mary D'Annunzio.

Mary B-minus D'Annunzio, that's me.

I'm kidding. It's not a big deal.

That's OK. I'm here with friends.

The guy who came today?

He knows people, right?

- D'you think he could get us in?

- No, I don't think...

They won't let anyone in.

They say it's too crowded.

But I have to get in. I have to.

- Are you a fan of Dusk?

- Yeah, sure.

He's the absolute truth.

He is so truth.

I can't believe you're into Dusk.

No offence,

I thought you'd be more into

show tunes or Barry Manilow.

No, I think Dusk is very good.

Actually, I prefer his earlier work.

- Hey, Jake!

- His earlier work?

What're you doin'?

C'mon, they're holding the door.

We're together.

You're the man with the dog, right?

You again. Yeah.

Isn't it past your bedtime?

- No, I'm with Jake. We're... lovers.

- Lovers?

- She's kidding.

- Really?

Come in. Plenty of room for lovers.

- Can my three friends come?

- Girls?

- No.

- Mary. Please.

Are you out of your mind?

You can't take a bunch of guys in.

- She can't go in there.

- No, it's good, it's good.

- Monty!

- These two. Yeah.

Y'know, I've seen

pictures of this room.

Like, Daft Punk was in here.

So, who are you?

Are you someone famous?

Hey, D'Annunzio.

Give it a rest with the questions.

- Have a little champagne.

- OK.

Who's that?

- One of Jake's students.

- What?

Enjoy.

Champagne for my real friends,

and real pain for my sham friends.

Cheers.

- Like that?

- Yep.

Does anyone want to go dance?

C'mon. Dance with me.

You go ahead. Go do it.

I'll catch up with you.

- Sure?

- Yeah.

- Daphne, you got any whiskey?

- What kind do you want?

- Macallan 18.

- I'll see if we got any upstairs.

Hold up, I'll come with you.

Back in a flash.

I can't believe you brought

my student in here.

C'mon.

C'mon, she's cute.

She's cute, she is. She talks

too much but she's cute.

You're gonna get me fired.

You realise that?

She's gonna tell her friends,

they'll tell their friends,

they keep talking...

What'll they say?

You met her at a club,

ran into her, talked a little bit.

You've done nothing wrong yet.

- What do you mean, yet?

- She's hot. She's all over you.

She's 17. Alright?

She's my student.

I can't, you know, just touch her...

No, not now. But in seven months,

she'll graduate.

The age Naturelle was when I met her.

- Like I said, not yet, you know?

- OK.

- I'm kidding.

- Well, you know...

No. I'm giving you a hard time.

You're smart,

you're way too smart for that sh*t.

Really. You've always been smart

about that stuff.

I respect that, I really do. I do.

Here. What do you say?

I tell you,

one more of these and I'm pissed.

- Listen. Make me a toast.

- You want a toast?

Yeah, come on. I'm not

going to see you for a long time.

I want to have a nice memory.

Say something nice.

OK.

Jesus, Jake. Relax. Don't...

Here. Here's to Doyle.

- To Doyle.

- Alright. Your dog now.

- No!

- Yeah. He loves you.

- Yeah?

- He loves you, really.

- And he needs a home.

- Yeah, I don't know...

You've seen the size

of my apartment. Right?

So what? Doyle's a tough dog.

He's seen worse.

He'll learn to live in

a small space. He'll survive.

- What about Nat?

- She's moving in with her mother.

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