Deuces Wild Page #2

What?

His name was Alfonse Michael.|We called him Alley Boy.

Alley Boy.

We're all sorry|for your loss...

but he was a little junkie,|wasn't he?

Wasn't he?

Yes or no.

Look...

Mikey Festo|doesn't own that store.

I do...

and I'm gonna do|whatever I want with it.

So mind your own business.

Wear your jacket,|sing your songs...

do whatever the f*** it is|that you kids do.

Just stay out of my way.

Alley Boy.

You movin' in?

That's smart.|You're a clever boy.

Where'd you live before?

President Street.

Yeah? Always there?

Before that, I crawled out|from between my mother's legs.

You got any more questions?

What, are you just gonna|stand there...

or are you gonna help me?

That's Vipers territory.|I'm a Deuce.

-Douche?|-That's--that's funny.

Come on.|It's just a line in the street.

Not to me. I'm sorry.

You're a real Prince Charming,|you know?

Give me that.

Here.

It's heavy.

Thanks.

Hey, Bobby, come here.

I'm talkin'.

Get up here, now.

Hey, Annie.

She's nice, right?

The little fox|with the ponytail?

They ain't foxes.|They're the Velvets.

Do you know|who I was just talkin' to?

Yeah. That's Annie--|Annie the ice cube.

What do you know about her?

She's Jimmy Pockets' sister.|That says it all.

What? They're related?

See, I told you we should have|killed that bastard.

You stay away from her.|We got enough trouble.

Hey, I just saw you|out the window.

What the hell you talkin'|to that Deuce for, huh?

None of your business.

Look, everything in my house|is my business.

Could you give me a hand|with these boxes?

They're kinda heavy, you know.

You're such a helpful brother,|Jimmy.

Hey, I let you live|in my house, right?

You wanna live on the streets,|that's fine with me.

I catch you talkin'|to that Deuce again...

you're outta here.

Take that crazy mother of yours|with ya.

She's your mother, too, Jimmy.

Come on.

Ma, come on. Ma,|what are you doin'? Please.

I'm sorry, OK?

A pepperoni pie. Table 4a.

-You're terrible.|-I am terrible.

I'm starvin', though, too.

I don't know.

She's hot.

She couldn't be|as hot as this pizza.

What do you got,|the red line to hell in there?

Is it the same one again?

-Hi.|-How are you?

That's terrible!

She looks like...

-Do I have dough on my face?|-No, you're good.

Oh, my God.

You can't go crazy, right?

You again?

Are you here|to take our orders?

Yeah, what do you want?

I want you to take it|on the arches.

What?

Get outta sight. Scram.|You know, disappear?

So listen, um...Annie.

How'd you know my name?

I know a lot of things.

So, anyway,|I was wondering...

What were you wondering,|wonder boy?

Are you going to the feast|on Friday night?

Who's asking?

Well, I mean, I'm probably|gonna be there, so...

-Where's our pizza?|-I don't know.

Have they cooked it?|I mean, I'm dying.

You're still here?

Why is he still here?

All right.

Hey, I think he's cute.

He's all right.

So how'd you do?

She likes me.

I'm here to see Marco Vendetti.

Right over there.

-What the f*** happened to you?|-The Deuces.

The punks ambushed me when|I was checkin' out the club.

I'm lookin' over my shoulder|everywhere I go now...

paranoid as a f***.

I got a limp that's gonna be|with me the rest of my life.

There goes your dancing career.

-Yeah, that's funny.|-No, it's not.

You're an embarrassment.

If you weren't my cousin,|I'd break your other arm.

I'm sorry.

You'd better get that club,|Philly.

I got big plans for that spot.

It'll be ready. I promise.

All right. Don't mess this up.

Get me a sit-down with Fritzy.|Tell him Marco wants to see him.

Why?

Just shut up and do what I say.

Look at you.|You're f***in' pathetic.

Come on, Vendetti.|Time's up.

Tell the Vipers to crush|them f***in' Deuces, all right?

We gotta answer for this.

Yeah, nice to see you, too.

You know what I'd do to her,|Dommy?

You'd boff her, Jack?

Yeah. You know how good, Dommy?

Really good, Jack.

-Where do these girls live?|-France.

France. Where's that?

I think you take the "F" train.

The "F" train.

Oh, good God.

They got Elvis.|Goddamn, what's next?

Yeah, I got more peachfuzz|on my balls...

than he's got on his head.

I wouldn't shave my head|if they attacked my bedroom.

Looks like my gym teacher.

-Hey, how's it goin'?|-Got any deliveries?

Well, gimme a box.

-Dad, get me a pretzel.|-Oh, shut up.

You're like your mother.|Always got your hand out.

Money don't grow on trees.|How much?

-Twenty cents.|-Daddy, please.

When I tell you to shut up,|you shut up.

Leave him alone.

Hey, do yourself a favor and|mind your own f***ing business.

This is my kid.|I do with him what I want.

That's because of you.

Leon, stop! It's OK!|It didn't hurt!

Don't touch him again.|He's a good boy.

Get outta here.

-Bunch of punks.|-Get outta here!

You want a pretzel?|Come here.

A little mustard|on the pretzel?

All right.|You go home to your mother.

Thanks, Leon.

Oh, my God.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Guys!

Holy sh*t. There must be|fifteen of 'em over there.

I never knew|they had so many guys.

All right. F*** this sh*t!

Unh! You crazy?

Come on!

Get outta here!|Get off the street!

I guess|we're goin' to war, huh?

Well, that's what happens when|you all do somethin' stupid.

Well, maybe|it's for Marco's homecoming.

Look, it don't make|any f***in' difference.

You gotta listen to what|I'm tellin' you--no fightin'.

Yeah, just chicken out, right?

Aw, come on.|What do I look like, Leon?

I say we beat|their f***in' brains out.

What, are you deaf?|What did I just say?

Leon, they challenged us.

Why are you goin' soft on me?

Watch it, Bobby.

All right. You know what?

You guys wanna be pansies,|that's fine...

but I'm gonna have|no part of it.

I need a little time to think.

Go to the feast.|Just stay cool.

That's all I'm askin'.

Hey, I hear the Vipers|are gunnin' for you.

Yeah, so what else is new?

You want my guys ready? I mean,|in case you come up short.

I'm just here for the babes,|Freddie.

Oh, right. The babes.|Well, look...

we're there for you|if you need us, OK?

The word is you'll need us.

They got an army, you know?

-See ya, chief.|-Yeah, see ya.

You got some change?

Thanks.

Place your bets.|Place your bets.

Hey, feelin' lucky?

Oh, fancy meeting you here.

So, what number|you gonna put your money on?

Fifteen.

You must be feeling lucky.

That's 100-to-1 shot.

I always go for the long shot.

Hi, handsome.

You sure you don't wanna go|to the feast, Leon, huh?

I been to that feast|twenty times already.

What am I gonna win,|another kewpie doll?

I got me a kewpie doll.

Come here.

You like me, don't you?

Well, I feel sorry for ya.

There's a difference.

Yeah, that's why you were|up all night screamin' my name.

I must have been|havin' a nightmare.

Talk about a nightmare, livin'|in that house with your brother.

You don't know the half of it.

You know, he labels the milk|so no one else can drink it...

and then he spends|the whole day in the bathroom...

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