Deuces Wild Page #6

I've been waiting three years|for this.

You got it.

What's the matter?

Bobby, I can't take it anymore.

I feel like I'm losing my mind.

I know. Me, too.

So let's do the job tonight.

I can't tonight.

We gotta fight the Vipers|tonight.

The guys need me.

All right.

Well, you make|your decision, OK?

You think real hard, because|I am getting out of here.

I've gotta--I've gotta|get the f*** out of Brooklyn!

Do you understand?|I can't take it anymore!

I gotta get my mother|out of here!

What are you doing here?

I don't know, l--

I saw all the guys. l--

You should be at home, in bed.

I don't want to wake up|tomorrow morning...

and find out|that you're dead, Leon.

I can't do this right now,|Betsy.

I need some time.

You don't have to do this|for me.

I've got a bad feeling, Leon.|I'm scared.

I love you.

I don't want anything bad|to happen to you, OK?

If you love me,|then you'll understand.

Now go.

Go on.

Will you call me later? Huh?

Go.

So I went to see|Tommy Esposito.

He looked at me|like I was crazy.

Said it was a suicide mission.

Yeah, yeah,|and I went over to see...

Sally Black|and the Blue Knights...

and he laughed at me.

He said the word on the street|is we're a dead gang.

Freddie better show|with his guys, so help me God.

Maybe somebody ought to buy|the dumb Polack a watch, eh?

He ain't gonna be late.|He knows this is serious.

Where's Bobby?

He'll be here.

What time is it?

It's 11:
00.

Wait here for me.|Pipe it.

Hey, Philly, man, what the f***|happened to your car?

I thought|you just got it fixed.

Another wise-ass.

You all right?|You're sweatin', man.

You're with us now.|Now, hurry to the boat yard.

All right. All right, Babes.|All right, all right.

Come on.

All right, guys, come on.|You heard him.

To the boat yard!

Listen, I gotta go warn Leon.

Go hide the money|and meet me at the boat yard.

F***.

Motherf***er!

Mother!

You punk! You dick!

You scumbag!

Jimmy Pockets,|you rotten piece of sh*t!

Piece of sh*t! Motherf***er!

Piece--Come on!

Motherf***er. Motherf***er.

Piece of sh*t!

Mother!

Jimmy Pockets, you rat!

You rat! You motherf***er!

Guys, relax. It's Scooch.

I wanna fight with you guys|tonight.

Scooch, why don't you|get outta here?

Come on. I can do it.

No, you can't.|You're too little. Now go.

-I can help you.|-No! Now go.

Well, if it ain't|the sharp and shiny Deuces...

ready for some action.

Freddie, thanks for showin' up.

We're here. We're with you,|right, fellas?

-When are these pricks coming?|-Midnight.

I'm ready to slice|some Viper skin.

-Hey, Bobby, where you been?|-Hey, Bobby, what's goin' on?

-Hey, Freddie, how's it goin'?|-Good, man.

Yo! What the f***?

This motherf***er|made a deal with Philly!

Are you sure?

I'm tellin' you,|he tried to f***in' set us up!

You boys|runnin' with Philly, huh?

-Motherfuck!|-Get outta here!

Heads up. Marco's here.

F***!

You like f***in' my sister?

Come on!

Jimmy Pockets,|you motherf***er!

You f***in' dick motherf***er!

You were there for me tonight.

I'll always remember that.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night, Leon.

Good night, pal.

Hey, Leon, Fritzy warned you.

You shoulda listened, kid.

Mom!

Oh, my God.

My God! No!

Today we say good-bye|to Leon Anthony.

May he never be forgotten...

neither in God's eyes|nor our own.

Amen.

There were a lot of funerals|in Sunset Park that week--

Marco, Jimmy Pockets...

and of course my brother Leon.

It seemed the war between|the Deuces and Vipers...

was finally over.

Love you.

Unfortunately, my mother|paid the highest price.

She lost two sons.

We decided|it was best for her...

to go live with my uncle|on Long Island.

She'll be better off with|someone to take care of her.

I'm gonna come visit you|out there, Bobby.

Maybe we'll go look|at a Dodgers game or somethin'.

Yeah, we'll do that.

I hear there's a lot of|nice-lookin' broads out there.

Maybe you could|send us a couple, huh?

Hey, don't forget about us|out there.

Deuces forever, right?

That's right.

Take care, Bobby.

All right, Bobby.

See you later.

That day was the last time...

we were all together|as the Deuces.

Eventually street gangs...

disappeared|from the neighborhood.

Life in Sunset Park|would never be the same.

Listen...

give this to Father Aldo.

He'll know what to do with it.

Go on.

Here.

I want you to use it.

The Duke signed it.

Thanks.

Take care of the block,|all right, kid?

You're gonna come back, right?

Of course I'm gonna come back.

You be good.

Don't cry.

Annie and l, we were going out|to Los Angeles...

to start a new life together...

and we were takin' her mother|with us.

Oh, yeah. There was one more|thing I forgot to mention.

What do you feel like eating?

Lasagna.

With who?

Let's go to Ricardo's.

Excellent.

There was no way I was gonna|let my brother die in vain.

Like Leon said, "There will be|no junk on this block, ever."

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