Crossing The Bridge Page #3

We'll dump the stuff.

We can't back up, mort.

We're blocked in.

Just relax.

Act normal.

Act normal. Act nor...

we're going to prison!

Act normal!

It's gonna be okay.

Just relax.

License, please, and I need

identification from you two.

Stand by, 130.

A 1970 Chevy impala, red.

One male, one female, Caucasian...

you boys get out of the car, please.

Turn the engine off.

Can you open up the trunk, please?

Lean up against the hood, please.

Put your hands up against the hood.

Which hood? This hood? That's the one.

I, just, I asked, 'cause I'm nervous.

I'm, I'm nervous 'cause

I've never been frisked before,

as opposed to being nervous

for something I did wrong.

So, where you boys comin' from?

Jolly Jeff's.

Jolly Jeff's?

Did you have a good time?

Great time.

All right, fellas.

You can move out.

Dick! Will you take it easy?

We were this close to going to jail!

No, we weren't.

So how much money we make?

None.

There was no hash in the trunk, mort.

I was just testing you jerks to see

if you could handle the pressure.

- And guess what?

- You failed.

Mort, you should have seen your face.

You looked like you were gonna cry.

You know something, Morgan?

If your brains were dynamite, you

wouldn't have enough to blow your ass.

Nose, Tim.

The joke is, "blow your nose."

He knows what I'm talkin' about.

I can take you home, Tim.

We wouldn't have made it.

The setup was fine.

The only problem was you guys. No.

No, we wouldn't have made it.

These guys had dogs and mirrors.

These border guys are serious.

They never touched the tire.

I think we could have made it.

Come on, let's go.

I'm gonna walk. I don't want my old

man, if he's up, to hear the w.W.

See ya tomorrow.

Tim.

Yeah.

Can I get a hug?

I'll break both your arms.

Hey, are you sure you don't wanna come in,

lay on the floor, listen to records,

talk about chicks?

I don't think so.

See ya, mort.

See ya, Tim.

This is Danny's dad, Lou.

He used to be our high school's

football coach.

A good guy, just kind of out

of it these last few years.

We used to say that Lou spent a

lot of time "fixing the porch."

Apparently, that third step he's sitting

on is a little higher than the others,

and like a delicate craftsman, Lou is

patiently working to get it to come down.

Here comes Lou's girl,

faye, to help with the project.

Two of the best porch step

resetters in the business.

Watch this, last spring.

Day after day, season after season,

Lou and faye labored on that porch.

You want something done, you do it yourself.

Faye, Lou.

Hello, son.

How's the project goin'? Comin' great.

Glad to hear it.

What project's he always talkin' about?

Got no idea.

This is very nice of your

Uncle, I want you to know.

This man, Manny goldfarb,

is a very important writer.

I know, I know, I know.

Hey, ma, is this gonna go late 'cause

I gotta meet up with Danny and Tim?

Not late.

He's an older man.

Just be polite, that's all I ask.

For once in your life, try to care

about someone else's feelings...

Other than Danny and Tim's.

Here we go.

Mr. goldfarb!

Kate?

It's nice to meet you. Come on in.

This was '38, maybe '39.

All the good reporters were overseas.

Well, I had balls if nothing else.

Excuse me.

So, I went to see this editor...

A friend of mine told me to look in on.

Kate, could I bother you for more gravy?

So I tell this guy when I went to see him...

That I used to be a correspondent

for this Polish newspaper...

That was nonexistent.

Well, I went in looking for

a nice, cushy job...

Writing about sausage prices in Manhattan?

Sausage prices?

The next thing I know,

I am flying to Poland...

To be a stringer for this daily.

1939, not a very good time for a

Jewish boy to be heading into Poland.

Could I have a little more potatoes, Kate?

The point is,

I was a writer.

I was making my living...

Doing what I always said I

wanted to do when I grew up.

A little more potatoes.

There's a lot of gravy here.

Let the potatoes soak up the gravy.

That's nice.

So, I did this Russian folk

dance my father taught me.

I did it for them

in exchange for privileges.

It went...

no, sir.

No, no, no. Come on, Uncle Alby.

It's easy, come on.

Now, here.

You guys look very cute.

Come on. No, you make a nice couple, really.

Come on, get your mother into this thing.

Now, yeah.

Wait.

Come on, mom.

If I'm doin' it, you're doin' it.

Agh!

Too much food.

So...

Why do you want to be a writer?

I don't know.

I just, I just always wanted to write.

Comedy? Yeah. I like to

make people laugh, I guess.

Comedy's good.

To make us laugh is a wonderful thing.

Let me ask you again.

Why do you think that

you want to be a writer?

You got something important to say?

You wanna save the world?

No.

Of course, "no"!

Save the world?

Bullshit!

You write for you because it's what you do,

because it makes you feel good,

because you wanna eat, to be

loved, to be held in esteem.

You just write for you and eventually...

You'll find out what you're writing for.

Then, maybe, you'll have your reason,

your, cause.

"I am now ready

to save the world!"

When I wrote the truth about Hitler,

I knew I would lose my job.

But I kept writing. You know why?

Because nobody else was!

There were no messages from God.

Nothing! Zip!

I was a writer, so I had to write.

No talk! Write!

Gee whiz, what th...

hey, Manny, are you all right?

I don't know, I...

Alby!

Alby! Mom!

Come in here, quick.

- Now!

- What? What is it?

Wha...

Manny. Manny. Manny! What is it?

Manny!

Manny!

Is he breathing?

Is he...

is he...

what'd you do?

What'd you say to him?

Wha-what are you guys talking about?

I didn't say anything.

Were you being a wise guy?

What did you say to the man?

No, he was just...

he was fine. We go upstairs,

come back down, he's dead!

That tells me that you said

or did something!

You guys are crazy.

I didn't say anything.

He likes me. He doesn't like you.

He's dead. He doesn't like anything anymore.

He, he, he's void of opinion.

He's dead?

Please.

He's de...

Yes, operator, give me the, ambulance,

the police, whatever. My...

ambulance!

Police!

That man survived the death

camps of Nazi Germany...

Only eventually to succumb

to an evening... with you!

Yeah, I'll hold on.

Mort!

What'd you do to him, mort?

Did you tell him a joke? The guy

up and died just like that?

Yeah.

What'd you tell him? Did you

tell him one of your ideas?

Is that it? Did you kill him

with one of your stories?

Did you do a monologue for him, golden?

That's real cute, guys.

You should have seen the place.

The cops, ambulances!

It was a zoo.

Don't tell me. You did

the "robbing the grave" joke.

Is that the one that pushed him over?

So, who was this guy, mort?

How'd you know him?

I didn't know him.

He was nobody.

Just a writer.

Alby!

Alby, Alby, Alby!

This came for you in the mail.

I'm sorry I'm late, okay.

I overslept.

It's okay. You can be late when you

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