Brooklyn Rules Page #6

You've never seen a fight?

I grew up in Connecticut, Michael.

People don't have fights in restaurants there.

Well, what do they--?

What do they do,

correct each other's grammar?

You could have been killed.

Okay.

I understand,

but you're acting like

I did something wrong.

Hey, hey, hey, hang on.

Hang on. Hang on.

W- Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Come here.

Now, you don't think this is my fault?

You should have let him take the chair.

We were using the chair.

Well, that was worth a scar.

What about insultin' Bobby?

I've heard you and Carmine

say worse things to Bobby.

That's-It's different.

We love him.

Oh, that's how you show love,

by insulting each other?

In a twisted way, yeah.

Yeah, that is twisted.

Hey.

Don't let a couple of psych classes

go to your head.

We're just from a different world.

Yeah, and if you plan to live in it,

Then you'd better open your eyes.

What makes you think I want to?

Well, let's see, uh, the preppy clothes,

applying to law school.

It's all a big act.

It's bullshit.

How about treatin' you with respect

and not like some f***in' whore?

You think that's an act too?

I don't know what to think.

You are so f***in' impressed

with yourself, aren't you,

with your rich parents

and your brother in med school?

You really think you're better than me, don't you?

No, Michael, you think I'm better than you.

- Yeah, right.

- Of course you do.

That's why you cheat.

Don't you know that?

No, but you obviously know

every f***ing thing about me.

No, hardly anything, but I know that much.

You're afraid to compete on a level playing field

because deep inside, you think

you're not good enough.

And if you don't play by the rules,

you never have to find out

it might be true.

Yeah, where'd you read that, psychology today?

No, it was written all over your face

the night of my party.

Yeah, all right.

I think we're done here.

Yeah, I guess we are.

I wouldn't want to open up your cut.

F*** you.

What the f*** are you lookin' at?

As much as I tried,

I couldn't stop thinking about what Ellen said.

Actually, it should have been easy,

since the Hamilton house incident

was turning out to be a serious problem.

the guy I had the fight with

was a major sore loser,

and I broke his nose.

For a guy like that,

being on the short end

of a fight with a college kid

was an embarrassment

with only one remedy.

He was looking to kill me.

Ho.

Jesus.

Easy with that Roscoe, killer.

Put it away, please.

F***.

Everything's taken care of.

You got nothin' to worry about.

Well, that's f***ing great.

How'd you pull that off?

Uh, I had to go to Philly and them.

Mike, Mike, come on.

I had no choice, all right?

This kid's a killer.

Philly's gonna talk to Caesar

about squashing him.

So that's it?

Not exactly.

What do I have to do?

They want you to take a dive

In your next fight against Hagler.

I'm serious, Carmine.

You don't have to do anything, okay?

We're going to go

for a sit-down; that's it.

Jesus Christ.

Would you relax?

Look at you.

Bay Ridge Lanes was like

a wise-guy family annex,

A neutral place where a lot

of sit-downs were held.

After hearing our side of the story,

Caesar agreed to intervene

on behalf of me and Carmine.

The psycho, whose name was Gino,

was represented by Jimmy Baggs,

a captain with the Bonannos.

So the way I understand this,

Your guy was the first to raise his hands.

That's the way I understand it too.

Well, we can't have that, Caesar.

You know, granted, things got a little out of hand

That night, with the chair and all that,

But this kid's got a broken nose,

and he wants his revenge.

You done?

Go ahead.

All right, first of all, Jimmy,

and with all due respect,

This kid's a f***in' struggs.

Come on.

Ho, ho.

Shut your f***in' mouth.

I'm sorry, Caesar.

Go ahead.

He walks into my club,

and he starts dukin' it out

With a f***in' busboy,

and I can't even tell you

all the other f***in' stories I heard.

Yeah, but he didn't throw

the first punch here.

I understand that, Jimmy;

my guy threw the first punch

but after your guy insulted his friend.

So my guy's supposed to take

a beatin' for that?

I would have given him a beating

if he didn't stand up for his friend.

You f***in' look at me

when I'm talking to you.

You make me sick.

You know that?

You're the type of kid kicks a dog,

then calls animal control

when it f***in' bites you.

Your good fortune

is that it was him

and not somebody else that night.

If that had been me

when I was his age,

You would have left there

in a f***in' body bag.

Jimmy, this is a good kid.

He works.

He goes to college.

And he's done right by me.

I don't want him touched.

That means no looks, no phone calls.

You see him coming down the street, you nod.

You say hello like a gentleman,

Or you cross to the other side.

You hear me?

Ho, he's talking to you.

I hear you.

So we all understand each other?

It's squashed.

Now, that's it.

Now, I don't want to hear

nothin' more about this.

You go tell all your friends the same thing.

I don't want to hear this again.

It's over.

Now, get outta here.

Go and make some f***in' money.

Go ahead.

Real f***in' cowboy, this kid.

What are you gonna do?

I was sorry to hear about Neill.

We all were.

Not from what I hear.

Big Paul didn't show up?

His choice.

He's the boss.

Yeah, but even still,

a little respect, no?

I mean, the guy's sick.

He got the insulin shots twice a day.

Yeah, well...

Give my regards.

You take care of yourself.

Caesar.

I don't know what to say.

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

Don't mention it.

We're gonna have to call you

"Mikey Dukes" from now on.

That was a pretty good shot

you hit him with, right?

Well, I was lucky.

Hey, Mike, do me a favor.

Go check on my car for me, would you?

Yeah, sure.

Hey.

You ever find that guy's ear?

Sit down here.

He's a good kid,

your friend, stand-up guy.

Yeah, Mikey-

Mikey's the best.

It's good to remember

who your friends are, huh?

So Philly told me

about the toy thing.

So you guys are like

the f***in' grinch.

I heard you handle yourself good.

I'm glad to hear that.

Thank you, Caesar.

That means a lot coming from you.

This life, it's not for everybody.

There's easier ways to make a buck:

Wall street, college, whatever.

Things are a little tense

with Neill dying and all,

So let's you and I stay in touch, huh?

A few months from now,

we'll see what's what.

Great, thank you.

It's just a regular application.

What's the problem?

Nothing.

I just want to make sure I filled it out right.

You know, you're supposed

to color in the circles

That correspond

to the letters in your name.

No, I did.

Yeah?

When did you change your name

to Rokdad Calmanexja?

Ugh!

How is it you know every Oscar winner

back to the stone age,

yet you can't handle an application

for the post office?

I'm not good with forms, okay?

What?

Nothin'.

I know we f*** around a lot.

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