A Bronx Tale Page #4

over my head. It's embarrassing.

Put him in the f***ing bathroom.

Get him out of here.

Wait a minute. I got money here!

Get the f*** out of here!

- Get him the f*** out!

- Put him in the bathroom.

Get over here.

- Rat bastard locked us in the bathroom.

- It's degrading. Very degrading.

Come on, I need that point.

Listen to me!

Listen to me.

See that money over there? Look.

See that money?

Are we going to make this point?

Come on. We're gonna

make this point. Attaboy!

- Come on!

- I need a 2-2 on the hard four.

Hey, don't get cocky, kid!

- Just make the point.

- F***ing kid.

Just make the point. Go ahead.

Come on.

I don't f***ing believe it!

He did it!

Eleven. I made eleven

passes in a row.

I don't know how much money

Sonny won, but it was a lot.

He would always say

the working man was a sucker,

and I was going

to the best school in the world,

the University of Belmont Ave,

and I was getting two educations:

One from the street

and one from school.

That way I'd be twice as smart

as everybody.

Hey, kid.

- You did good.

- Thanks.

Here.

That's it?

Here.

All right?

- Go home. It's getting late.

- See you later, Sonny.

Listen.

We gotta do something

about your name.

From now on,

your name is C.

- C?

- That's right. C.

Go home. Go ahead.

So long, Sonny.

Sonny took me everywhere and he

would always introduce me as his boy.

And I noticed that strange things started

happening in the neighbourhood.

Hey, Calogero, come on over.

I want to talk to you.

My name is C.

I mean C.

- How are you today, my boy?

- Good.

I got some nice peaches

for your mum.

I don't have

any money on me, Phil.

You don't need no money

with me, kid.

Don't embarrass me

like that again.

Just tell Sonny

that I took care of you.

OK.

That's when it hit me.

It was because of Sonny

that everyone was treating me so nice.

I liked it.

I liked it a lot.

Mummy, mummy, look what I got.

Some peaches for...

free.

- What's this?

- What's what, Dad?

Where did you get this?

Your mother found this

behind your drawer.

It's the money

that I've been saving, Dad.

$600 you've been saving?

What, you've become

a brain surgeon overnight, son?

Tell your father

where you got the money.

Dad, I worked for it.

- Doing what?

- Things.

"Things"? What do you mean, "things"?

What "things"?

- Oh, things. You know, things.

- Hey!

Don't lie to me. Just tell me the truth,

and I won't get upset.

Promise?

I'm your father.

Would I say it if I didn't mean it?

I work the crap games,

and the guys gave me tips.

- Crap games?

- What crap games?

What crap games?

What tips?

- What crap games?

- I thought you weren't gonna get upset, Dad.

I lied. Now, tell me everything.

- I work for Sonny, and he gave me tips.

- I knew it.

Weren't you told a dozen times

not to go near that bar?

- But Ma, I worked for it.

- Whaddya mean, you worked for it?

- You're not supposed to be in that bar!

- I'm taking this money back.

- I'm bringing it right back down to the bar.

- Let's just think about this for a minute.

- What do you mean, "think about it"?

- We could use the money.

It's not like

he had to do something bad.

That's not the point.

You know where this money comes from.

I don't want him

to have that kind of money!

- Let's just think about this.

- That's it!

- Come on.

- Wait a minute. Listen to me.

Lorenzo, why do you got

to go down like this? Calm down!

Lorenzo, please!

I don't believe this!

- Is Sonny around?

- Yeah, I think he's in the back.

We can't accept that.

I gave it to your son.

He worked for it.

That's right. My son and I don't want

my son involved in what goes on here.

Involved in what?

What are you talking about?

Please, I'm not a stupid man, OK?

Please. I'm not stupid.

You know what I'm talking about.

Just stay away from my son, OK?

Hey, you stay right over here.

C, why don't you go outside.

I wanna talk to your father.

I'll speak to my own son.

Calogero, wait outside.

First of all, I respect you, Lorenzo.

You're a stand-up guy.

We're from the same neighbourhood,

but don't ever talk to me like that again.

I tell your son to go to school,

to go to college...

It's not what you say,

it's what he sees.

It's the clothes, it's the cars,

it's the money, it's everything.

He tried to throw away

his baseball cards the other day

because Mickey Mantle

would never pay my rent.

He said that to you?

I don't believe this kid.

It's not funny when your nine-year-old kid

has a bigger bank account than you do.

I offered you a job,

but you said no to me.

That's right. And I say no now.

Just leave my son alone. Please.

Don't you see how I treat that kid?

I treat him like he's my son.

- He ain't your son. He's my son!

- He's what?

- Get the f*** out of here!

- I'm not afraid of you.

- You should be.

- I know what you're capable of.

And I would never step out of line.

You can ask anybody who knows me.

But this time you're wrong.

This is my son, not yours!

- Are you gonna fight me?

- Stay away from my son!

Get out of here

before I give you a f***ing slap!

Just stay away from my son!

I don't care who you are,

you stay away from my son.

- Where's my money, Dad?

- I left it in there.

What? How could you do that, Dad?

It was my money!

That's bad money!

I don't want you to have that money.

- Dad, I earned that money!

- I said I want you to stay away from him!

- Dad, please listen to me!

- I said you stay away from him!

- Dad, listen to me!

- Did you hear what I said? Stay away!

Sonny was right.

The working man is a sucker.

He's wrong! It don't

take much strength to pull a trigger,

but try and get up every morning

and work for a living!

Let's see him try that!

Then we'll see who's the real tough guy.

The working man is the tough guy.

Your father's the tough guy!

Everybody loves him, just like

everybody loves you on the bus.

It's not the same. People don't love him.

They fear him.

There's a difference.

- I'm sorry I hit you.

- I don't understand, Dad.

You will.

You will when you get older.

I'm sorry I hit you.

- You want me to take care of him?

- No, leave him alone.

Sonny and my father never

spoke to each other again.

And I never listened to my father

about staying away from him.

The bar was so close,

and I would sneak away any chance I got.

Eight years passed, and as I grew,

Sonny grew in power.

He became a boss,

and I was his friend.

It was now 1968.

Dion was on top of the charts.

The Beatles were changing

the way we lived.

The Yankees were in last place

and I didn't give a sh*t.

There was change everywhere,

but my neighbourhood was still the same.

'And they're off!

'Expectedly Kryptonite

comes first from the gate!

'On the outside comes... '

Here comes the kid!

We didn't get shut out.

- C, come here! You get it in?

- Yeah, I got it in. It's all on Kryptonite.

- You hold them.

- Look at this horse go.

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