Back in the Day Page #2

doing on the damn curb?

We... we... we're

looking for something.

Matty dropped some money.

Money?

I don't see anything.

What's going on, Anthony?

Nothing.

Get your ass back home.

See you later, Matt.

What?

What?

Little sh*t.

Why... why you always by the

window, waiting for your mother?

You're such a mamma's boy,

you know that?

You never waited for me

when I was working.

Look at me when I talk to you!

You're like a kid

looking for his mommy.

"Mommy, mommy."

I didn't even have a mother

at your age.

You need to grow up.

And where the hell is she?

She's always out!

Where do you think she is, dad?

She's working.

More than anyone

can say for you.

I was laid off, you little sh*t!

I'll beat the...

I'll beat your ass.

Oh, come on, dad.

Seriously?

I'll beat your ass

for talking back to me.

What's wrong with you?

This needs to stop, man.

You need to stop.

You... you stop.

Anthony.

Anthony!

What?

You threw firecrackers

into Mr. Volpe's living room?

I don't know

what you're talking about.

Did you throw firecrackers

into Mr. Volpe's living room?

That's what he told me.

You broke the coffee table,

you broke I don't know

what else in there

and I have to pay for it

or he's gonna call the police

on you and your stupid friend.

Matt is not stupid.

He was just protecting me.

Mr. Volpe

called me a spic.

Oh, Anthony, come on!

You know we've been talking about

this since you were five-years-old.

People are ignorant.

Walk away from that.

They're gonna look

for a reaction from you.

Don't give it to them.

I love you so much,

but you've really

disappointed me.

Mary...

Where were you?

I was at work.

Where do you think I was?

Don't give me no lip!

And... and stop

babying this kid.

He's not a kid, he's our son.

Our son?

He ain't nothing like me.

He's gonna be like one of of

these goombahs around here.

Come on,

don't say that. Ooh.

Don't tell me what to do.

I'm... I'm gonna go

get more beers.

Uh...

See you in the bed

when I come back.

I never thought

I would say this,

but I'm really starting

to hate my own father.

He's in a really bad place

right now.

He needs our help.

He don't want help.

And it's only getting worse.

I will get him to stop drinking.

This will get better.

The neighborhood

is going to explode.

So let's try to keep a little

peace in the house, okay?

We will walk where we want.

This is Lauren Freeman.

We're here in Bensonhurst,

Brooklyn on 20th Avenue,

a few blocks from where

18-year-old African-American

Tyrone Williams,

was shot and killed

as he came into Bensonhurst

to look at a car

that he was looking to buy.

Tyrone and two of his

friends were approached

by an angry group

of white teenagers

who were upset about

one their girlfriends

dating a black man.

A large group of African-Americans

are here protesting.

As you can see,

this is not sitting well with

the folks in this neighborhood.

We will walk where we want!

We will walk where we want!

We will walk where we want!

F***in' n*gger lowlifes! Get the

f*** out of our neighborhood.

Shove that watermelon

up your honkey ass!

Give me this, Tommy.

You f***ing Guinea,

I'll f***ing kick your ass!

Get your ass out of our neighborhood!

You don't belong here!

F*** you, okay!

Get the f*** out of here!

You motherfuckers!

F***ing n*ggers!

Get the f*** out of here,

you f***ing moolies!

You f***ing eggplants!

You f***ing hamster!

- Can you believe that sh*t?

- I know, right?

What did you do that for,

Dominick?

That was pretty drastic.

Drastic?

These n*ggers have no right

to march through here.

How many whites get killed

in their neighborhood

and we never hear

a damn thing about it?

A n*gger dies

in a white neighborhood

and these monkeys

start marching.

He's right.

Whether he's right or wrong,

it doesn't matter, Tommy.

This is crazy.

Look at what's happening here.

I know, Maria.

And the black kid

didn't deserve to die.

The poor kid came around

here to look at a car

and he ended up dead.

Of course, you, of all

people, would say that.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, this is an Italian

neighborhood, Anthony,

and you're not fully Italian.

I mean, everyone knows

you have a drunken,

greasy spic for a father.

Don't use that word, Dominick.

I don't like that.

Leave him alone, Dominick.

Yeah, come on, Dominick.

We're all friends here.

Yeah, you're right, Maria.

Let's shake, Anthony.

Forget about it.

F***in' spic!

What's wrong with you, Dominick?

What are you gonna do,

Rodriguez, huh?

Sh*t, that's some last name.

F***in' p*ssy.

You can be a real jerk

sometimes.

Come on, guys,

let's get out of here.

Yeah, let's go.

Matty, come on!

Anthony!

Anthony, stop!

I wanna talk to you.

Talk to me about what?

About how I let that piece of

garbage get away with hitting me?

He gets out of hand sometimes.

He feels like he can do

whatever he wants.

You know why, right?

I know what I've heard.

My dad said

his father is in the mafia.

Well, it's true, and that's

why he acts that way.

He thinks he's untouchable

because of his dad.

I'm so mad at myself for

letting him get the best of me

and not hitting him back.

It's okay.

You're better than that.

And it doesn't matter to me at all

that your dad is Puerto Rican.

You're a good friend

and I like you.

Well,

I think you know how much

I really like you, Maria.

I wish we could be together.

Oh, Anthony.

Right now, we're so young.

But who knows

what the future brings?

Come on, let's go get a soda.

Okay.

What the f*** are you doing?

You're always down here.

I didn't even give you

permission to use this thing!

You don't even know how to

hit the damn bag right.

That's how you f***in' do it.

Maybe you'll learn one day

when you become a real man,

when you get out from under

your mother's skirt!

I'm really not in the mood

for this right now, dad.

And I really don't understand what

you're so angry about all the time.

You don't know sh*t, kid.

You got it all.

A nice roof over your head

and nothing to worry about.

A roof over our heads

and it's because of mom.

Hey!

You show some respect,

or I'll beat your ass

right here!

I don't care if your mother

protects you or not.

Where is that b*tch?

She should be home, anyway.

You wanna know something, dad?

I hate when people act racial

and use words like spic.

But you...

You're a no-good spic

piece of sh*t.

Why, you...

mi hijo

es malo.

Mi hijo es malo.

"Mi hijo

es malo."

Some of the few Spanish words

I learned

from hearing them so much.

Do you know what it means?

I can't say that I do.

My no-good son.

That was the first time

I was knocked out.

And by my own father.

He was out of control...

...but that night,

he took things too far.

What the f***?

What the f*** did you do?

What the f*** will you do?

What the f*** were you thinking?

What you thinking?

I never knew that it was

a different building.

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