Fat City Page #3

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you'll knock him out next time.

Ernie, you'll get that nose fixed

good as new. Don't worry.

Look at mine. Would you believe

mine was ever busted?

Yes.

I don't know what deal we're getting

tonight, but I've never seen its like.

Stopping that fight

when Ernie had that guy beat...

That kid should have been

disqualified.

And Wes wasn't hurt either. Anyone

can get tagged in the first round.

And Bobby won every round.

He did. That's a fact.

That was robbery if I've ever seen it.

You were hurting that boy.

Hey, sweetheart.

Sweetheart.

Can we have more beer

and pop for the boys?

Glass of beer, please.

Hi!

- How've you been keeping?

- Terrible.

Are you alone?

Mind if I sit down?

It's a free country.

Help yourself.

Where's your old man?

In jail.

What for?

Because they won't leave you alone

in this world, that's why.

You don't know what you have

to take when you're interracial.

Every bum on the street

has to get a look at you.

Earl...

he's a peaceable man.

Even-tempered.

He did not hurt that guy.

It was a nick on the back of the neck.

He'd wouldn't any more try

to assault somebody...

than you'd get on that stool

and try to fly.

He's not made that way.

He's the sweetest-natured man

in the world.

He'll get out.

He's so jealous.

I wouldn't put it past him

to be out already...

spying on every move I make.

He's so possessive.

He won't let me talk to people.

He gets mad at me.

You remember the last time we talked?

Way back then, remember?

Do you know what he did

to me afterwards?

He raped me.

- No sh*t?

- Yes.

He picked me up

and he threw me on that bed.

Don't look at me like that.

I'm not ashamed to say it.

I've never been ashamed

of the act of love.

I believe it's a part of life.

Sure. Why not?

You should.

Of course,

if people like each other...

I'm not talking about free love.

I have no use for that.

You know, free

depends what you mean "free."

I mean...

if it's not...

free, can you call it love?

I'm talking about love.

Real love, not just sex.

When you're really in love,

you marry for life...

and that is the only way it can be.

I don't consider

my second marriage sanctified.

I should've stayed true to Frank.

Frank?

Who's Frank?

Frank.

That was my first husband.

He's full-blooded Cherokee.

You married an Indian?

What's wrong with that?

You think you're any better?

- I'm not bagging on it.

- You just watch what you say.

I won't stand for any insults

against Frank.

I still wear his wedding ring.

Where is he?

I'm a widow.

That's too bad.

I'm sorry to hear that.

What happened to him?

He was shot.

No kidding?

- Who did it?

- He was a police officer.

He was killed in the line of duty.

That's terrible.

I was married too.

She ran out on me.

We didn't even have time

to have children.

I married white the next time.

All he was good for...

was running us off an embankment.

That and spending the insurance.

Marrying him was the biggest

mistake of my life.

He had unnatural desires.

He did?

The white race is in its decline.

It started downhill in 1492

when Columbus discovered syphilis.

- What did he want to do?

- White men are animals.

- We're not so bad.

- White man is the vermin of the earth.

- Not so loud.

- Don't tell me what to do.

I don't care who hears me. I know

I'm making a nuisance of myself...

to all these goddamn Mexicans

sitting here.

They don't know who

their real friends are.

- What are you going on about?

- Take your hands off me!

You are liable to get backhanded

right off that stool.

You see if I care one bit!

That's all I need!

You go ahead,

if it'll make you feel so good!

- I'm sorry.

- Get it out of your system!

Go on, if it'll make you feel good!

Punch me in the face!

- God Almighty.

- Take some teeth out while you're at it!

I still got a few left. The others

were nice enough to leave me.

- I wouldn't hit you. I'm sorry.

- It'll be a big lift for you.

What are you waiting for?

It's just the thing you need!

Far be it from me

to spoil anybody's fun!

I'm sorry! Will you listen to me,

goddamn it? I am sorry!

So what?

So you're sorry.

Well, I feel like banging my head.

Go ahead!

I'm not gonna stop you.

Feel like I could just bust my head...

on that jukebox.

Go ahead!

What did you do that for?

You told me to go ahead and do it,

so I did it.

You can count on me

right down the line.

You want to knock your brains out?

You can count on me.

Just don't bump your head anymore.

Listen.

Let me tell you something.

You can count on me...

right down the line.

I thought you wanted to hit me.

Oh, God.

Will you forget that?

I never hit a woman in my life.

Let me buy you a drink.

Could we have two

cream sherries, please?

Won't you believe me?

Don't you think

that you can count on me?

Just don't bump your head anymore.

Oh, come on.

Will you forget that?

Hey, listen.

I just asked you a question.

Do you think I'd let you down?

I don't know.

Would you?

Hey, I wouldn't.

I wouldn't.

Maybe you wouldn't.

How would I know?

You...

can...

count...

on me.

You can count on me.

No, I'm the reliable type.

Do you know who your friends are?

Listen. Anytime...

you need anything...

you just come and see me.

These others,

I wouldn't ask the time of day.

They wouldn't give it to you.

Do you know something?

You're the only son of a b*tch

worth a sh*t in this place.

I appreciate that.

Because...

there is something

I really like about you.

I like you too.

To us.

Let's get out of this joint.

Let's go somewhere else.

Keep the change.

Hey, you all right?

- I don't know.

- You gonna make it?

I guess I'm drunk.

Don't worry about anything.

I'll get you home.

You can count on me.

- Going the right way?

- Yep.

What's the matter?

I love you so much.

Hey, come on.

Everything's gonna be okay now.

I feel it is.

It is.

- You can count on me.

- Right.

- And I can count on you.

- Yep.

I can count on you

And you can count on me

And we can count on each other

- White look all right on me?

- Perfect.

- You professional?

- Amateur.

Won his last three fights.

They couldn't touch him. Kid's fast.

- What do you think?

- It's just the right image for you.

When you come out in that,

you're gonna look like a champ.

Champion of the world.

One, two, three.

The winner by KO...

in 23 seconds of round one...

- Let's get him to his corner.

- Come on, baby. Come on.

Easy.

Take it easy.

What's your name? What's your name?

Where are you?

- Did I get knocked out?

- Tell me your name. Can you do that?

Ernie Munger.

What round is it?

How many fingers do you see?

Can you see my hand?

How many fingers?

- Five.

- He's okay.

You're okay, Ernie.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

Don't you feel good?

- I'm all right.

- Is anything wrong?

- I said "nothing."

- What are you mad about then?

Can't I be quiet if I feel like it

without everybody getting all worked up?

- You're the only one getting worked up.

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