A Bronx Tale Page #3

and drop it off on my round

and they said they'll give me

$150 a week.

$150 a week? What did you say?

What do you think I said?

I told him to forget it. It's not for me.

What?

I don't know. $150?

It's only numbers.

- You think I should've took it?

- I don't know.

Yeah, but, come on,

you know...

You get involved with those guys,

next thing, you know, one, two three...

I don't know...

I don't like the way you look.

Maybe you're right.

- I'm going to check on the baby.

- Come here.

- What?

- Come here.

You're not sorry you got stuck

with a bus driver, are you?

- I fell in love with your uniform.

- Yeah.

The day of the funeral,

I felt really bad.

I realised that a man had died,

and I had lied and committed a mortal sin.

And I wanted God to forgive me.

Bless me, Father,

for I have sinned.

It has been one month

since my last confession,

and these are my sins:

I missed mass on Sunday twice,

I lied about witnessing a murder once,

I ate meat on Friday once.

Wait a minute. Can you back up

a little bit and say that again?

I ate meat on Friday once?

Not that one.

Back up a little more.

- I lied about witnessing a murder?

- Yeah, that's the one.

Do you realise what you said?

It was only once, Father.

- Do you know what the fifth is?

- Yes, Father, I know what the fifth is.

The fifth is, "I refuse to answer

on the grounds that I might incrimin... "

The Fifth Commandment!

"Thou shall not kill. "

That's right. Now, I want you to tell me

what happened.

No, Father,

I'm not telling nobody nothing.

Don't be afraid, my son.

Nobody's more powerful than God.

I don't know about that, Father.

Your guy's bigger

than my guy up there,

but my guy's bigger

than your guy down here.

You got a point. Five Our Fathers

and five Hail Marys for your penance.

For a murder rap?

That's not bad, Father.

- What did you say?

- Bye, Father!

It was great to be Catholic

and go to confession.

You could start over

every week.

Hey, kid!

Come on, Sonny wants to see you.

Nobody's going to grab that bike.

They're good kids.

They just did a piece of work for me.

- Put them in.

- It's up to you, Sonny.

Here's the kid, Sonny.

Go ahead. Don't be afraid.

How you doing, kid?

Good.

We finally meet face-to-face.

Are you afraid of me?

- No.

- That's good.

What's your name?

Calogero.

That's a big name.

You got a nickname or something?

No.

- What do your friends call you?

- Calogero.

That makes sense.

- What are you, a Yankee fan?

- Yeah.

Sit down.

Now, come over here.

Sit over here, next to me.

Come here.

So, you must be pretty upset

after the Yankees lost.

Bill Mazeroski, I hate him.

He made Mickey Mantle cry.

The papers said

that Mick was crying.

Mickey Mantle?

Is that what you're upset about?

Mantle makes $100,000 a year.

How much does your father make?

I don't know.

You don't know? Well, see,

if your father can't pay the rent,

go ask Mickey Mantle,

see what he tells you.

Mickey Mantle don't care about you,

so why should you care about him?

Nobody cares.

- Can I ask you something?

- Sure.

Did you shoot that man

over a parking space?

When you get older,

you'll understand.

From that day on,

I never felt the same

about the Yankees again.

I started spending a lot

of time with Sonny.

I would come home from school

and sneak away any chance I got.

I would serve the guys drinks and coffee,

and they would give me tips.

- Bet!

- I'll lay a hundred.

Come on, Sonny!

- Son of a b*tch!

- I don't believe it!

I should f***ing break his arm.

Here, kid, this is for you.

- Sonny, loan me a hundred.

- You know what's gonna happen!

- I feel it! Please!

- Give him a hundred.

- I'm in, I'm in!

- Go ahead. Give him the dice.

- Give him the dice.

- I'm in, I'm in!

- It's f***ing hot.

- Come on, Mush, make a donation.

- Come on, Mush, get this over with.

- Come on, dice.

Baby needs a new pair of shoes.

Come on, seven!

Come on, dice!

And there's a seven!

I don't even have to look.

- Craps! I'm out!

- Get out of here.

- Get him out of here!

- Man never hit a number in his life!

- Bring the dice up here.

- Where's the kid?

Sonny, do me a favour,

put this coffee on my tab?

Get the f*** out of here.

Where's the kid?

I'll tell you what.

The kid's gonna throw the dice for me.

Sonny, don't let this kid

throw the dice!

- Anybody got a problem with that?

- It's all right. No problem.

I want you to throw the dice for me.

- I don't know how to play dice, Sonny.

- It's OK. You don't have to know.

- You just listen to me. Hear what I said?

- OK.

I'll tell you what.

Put $500 down on the kid.

I got a hundred!

Hey!

Stop f***ing

leaning on me, please? Huh?

Come on, you're breathing

all over me, all right?

Hey, JoJo, relax!

I'm trying to get a bet in.

I wanna play too, you know!

I know you can do it.

You got to hit the wall, kid.

Come on, you can do it.

Hit the wall.

- You can do it.

- Wait, wait, wait...

Wait, wait, wait,

I'm betting on Sonny.

Hey! I don't want your money

touching my money.

- What's the matter, it's counterfeit?

- I don't want your money in the same...

My money's no good no more? Why?

Why? Cos you're a f***ing jinx,

that's why!

Put him in the f***ing bathroom!

Get him out of here!

F***ing get in there,

you f***ing loser mutt!

Leave him in there!

- A f***ing jinx!

- Shoot the dice.

That's a lot of money on you.

Come on.

- Roll a seven. Come on.

- Shoot the f***ing dice. Hit the wall.

Seven!

Bring the dice up.

Put $1,000 on seven.

You can do it, all right?

You can do it. You...

Giorgio, stop f***ing breathing on me!

You're killing me over here!

I'm on a win streak.

Stop breathing on me!

- Bobby, put him in the bathroom.

- Sonny, Eddie's in there. He ain't gonna fit.

I don't give a f***!

Put him in!

Give me a another seven.

Shoot the f***ing dice!

Come on!

We got a four! That's all right.

Four's what we got.

- Let's go! Shoot the dice!

- Give the kid another shot!

What's wrong with this money?

What, is he crazy?

What is it, counterfeit?

I say the kid makes the four.

Give me $500.

$500 more. Get your bets down.

- Twenty-two on the hard four.

- I'll lay a hundred.

- Who wants a gag on the four?

- One-forty, no gag.

One-forty, no gag. Put it down.

- I say the kid makes the hard four.

- He'll never make the hard four, never.

Come on. You can do it.

- Don't worry, Sonny. I'll throw a seven.

- No, no seven!

- Yeah! Hit a seven!

- Shut up! He ain't gonna throw no seven.

Do you believe this kid?

Hey, I don't want anybody

laughing at this kid, all right?

Come on, no seven.

Sevens are not good now.

- Hit the wall.

- Get a four. You can do it.

You gotta make the point.

You can do it.

No, no, no...

Frankie Coffeecake, no good.

I don't want his face looking

at that face when he's throwing my dice.

No, no, no. Jimmy, get a towel

from the bar. Put it over his head.

Come on, Sonny. I don't want a towel

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