Glass Chin Page #2

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Come on, Bud.

You're a f***in' bum.

What do you know about saints?

I could smell you all the way from here.

Oh, so what?

I smell.

You never heard of Saint Francis,

ignorant motherf***er?

Here, here, take this.

Oh, no, that's okay, ma'am.

That's fine. I'm fine.

Thank you very much, ma'am,

kindly.

You should absorb some dignity

from your woman, Saint.

Wouldn't kill you.

We're done.

Come on.

Wise men may be free of greed

but not you.

I can't believe you tried...

...to give that rambling twat $2.

It's cold.

Yeah, I know.

I'm f***ing freezing.

Did I tell you how those yogis...

...generate heat in the cold

through meditation?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You told me something about

the breathing techniques...

...to fire up the heart pulmonary

or something.

That's not exactly it.

Well, it had something

to do with breathing.

Sorry.

I'm not a yogi.

How late you gonna be?

If it goes good, late.

He might want to drink

or watch fights or something.

Text me if you're gonna be out all night.

Good luck.

Welcome to The Silver Apple.

I parked out front,

in front of the fire hydrant...

Yeah, that's my spot.

Cops know that.

I got, like, a shitty car.

Hey, that's my spot.

Whoever parks there is with me.

Don't be so dubious.

They closed your restaurant.

You know, people in Jersey

don't have any taste.

I should have known

not to bother with them.

All that money down the drain.

What are you doing for work now?

Lou wants me to work with him.

Work with this kid,

uh, Kid Sunshine.

Teach him the science of the game.

Hit and don't get hit, no?

You say that like it's easy.

It's easier said than done.

No, I believe you.

I believe you.

But Lou Powell...

Thank you, sweetheart.

He digs the smell of sweat and piss.

Lou don't care if it's MSG or VFW halls.

He's a gym rat.

Well, hooray for him.

Whatever's clever,

but you're someone...

...who's not afraid of the finer things.

Am I right?

Mm-hmm.

Yes, that's pure silver

you're holding, by the way.

You feel the weight?

Why don't you come work for me

for a little while?

Hmm?

Pickups. Deliveries.

You go around the city with Roberto.

Make sure everybody we

associate with is...

...is full of good cheer.

I must warn you of one thing,

though.

What's that?

He listens to glam rock

all day on the radio,

so if you're similar to me,

you're gonna have to...

...figure something out...

Some kind of arrangement.

I used to like the

New York Dolls, not no more.

What kind of music you got on your iPod?

Oh, f*** me.

Is that a Walkman?

Well, I-I got an iPhone.

I just don't have any music for it.

I believe it's important

to turn yourself completely over...

...to digital technology.

My entire life...

...is in the iCloud.

What kind of music you dig on?

Uh, Laura Nyro.

It's this beatnik chick.

My... my girl recommended her.

I-I don't really listen

to anything other than...

...what she has in

her cassette collection.

She never got into iTunes or anything.

She never even got into CDs.

You know, I never used to

listen to anything.

You know, Lou says

that you should never jog...

...with music.

Says if you run to

the theme song to Rocky,

you'll just be a b*tch fighter.

Well, he doesn't say

the word 'b*tch, ' though.

He says

'sentimental fighter.'

Sentimental fighter?

Yeah, an emotional fighter.

Lou says the worst thing you can be...

...is an emotional fighter.

You know,

that's why it's science.

You know, you got to be

like a scientist.

Otherwise, you get all

emotionally involved...

...and unbalanced.

Yeah.

You see my face right now?

This is me marveling.

I marvel at you lads.

You're monks in the gym.

The most peaceful place on earth.

Oh, the sound of the...

...the ropes and the

bags and the breathing.

It's funny that it all

leads towards violence.

Hmm?

All that peacefulness.

But, hey, what do I know?

I know one thing;

I want The Saint...

...and his scientific mind...

...on my side.

Roberto fights dogs, doesn't he?

I got nothing to do with

the dog fighting...

...and neither will you.

You just go around with him

for a couple of weeks,

and in the meantime,

we start bringing

your restaurant down here...

...to the West Village.

You mean like it was in Jersey

but in Manhattan?

Exactly.

Oh, I dug your place.

Bud's.

Hmm?

I mean, this place here,

it's all trumps and strumpets,

but Bud's...

An everyday guy can watch

a fight, lay down a bet,

and I'll own it, of course,

but after a while,

you make enough money;

You buy a stake...

We become partners.

I even got a spot picked out.

So it'll be Bud's,

or it'll be some other guy's.

What say you?

Let's break out the special

California chardonnay.

Pour yourself a glass too.

Oh, I get to drink with the big shots?

Wow.

She's not normally so trenchant.

She must have

a schoolgirl crush on you.

Oh, yeah.

You seen her over

from back in the day?

S.I. swimsuit pics?

Oh, you f***in' monk.

She was 19 with no top off.

Ow.

She was versatile too.

She could do the beach.

She could do heroin chic.

That was a great time in fashion.

I miss heroin chic badly.

It'll come back, though.

Emaciated, suicidal teen haute couture.

Ooh.

Still there if you look closely.

Yup.

Ah, I forgot.

I gotta...

...Hey, Champ.

Hey.

How's it going?

Hey. Why are you so tight?

What's going on?

You're smelling good.

What...

...What is that?

What fragrance is that?

What are you wearing?

It's CK Obsession.

You got to let me borrow that.

They sell it everywhere.

I want to share with you.

J.J., you got a sec?

I got to jaw with you, man.

Been watching MSG fights?

No, I've been with my friend here.

Can't you see that?

Yeah, I see that.

It can wait.

I can tell you now,

or I can tell you later...

...and you'll be mad at me.

You'll make me join the

Church of Scientology with you.

Washington went down in the 12th.

A real barn burner.

Drink.

Come on.

We'll be back.

I know a lot of good sh*t about you, man.

They won't be back.

No?

No.

Text Ellen.

I should call her.

Text her.

Tell her you're staying at

a hotel for the night.

You... you're too drunk to drive.

You are, by the way.

Is there, like, a... is there

a Holiday Inn or something?

Don't know.

Don't do dumps.

Oh, you say that like I have a choice.

I don't even have hot water.

We can't have you staying

at the Holiday Inn...

...all alone and all pale.

I get off in an hour.

I got a guest room at my place.

You'll have your own bathroom

with a shower,

Bud.

Come on.

Go to his body. Come on.

Side to side.

Side to side.

All right. Good. Good.

Keep coming in.

Coming in.

Yeah.

All right, Kid.

That's it.

All right. Good.

Keep coming in.

- On your toes. That's it.

- All right.

- Good.

- Step into him.

- Good.

- That's it.

That's right.

That's right.

- Get him off him.

- That's it.

Good. Good.

- Stay on him.

- Stay. Stay.

- All right. Back it up.

- Don't let him off the hook.

That's right.

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