Glass Chin Page #3

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That's good.

Do it again.

That's right.

You're gonna help Lou train Kid,

but you're also committed to J.J. Cook.

Right.

Sounds conflicting.

Look, it's not like I told Lou.

I was gonna be at the gym forever.

I just said I'd... I'd help him

with Kid Sunshine...

...for this title fight;

By the time we have to...

...move to Manhattan,

the fight'll be over.

You've got it all figured out.

You know, I thought you'd be happy.

This way, if this works,

you don't have to work that shitty job.

You could be matre d'

at Bud's like before.

How was the Holiday Inn?

Asleep the second I got there.

Why do I feel like

my good news is bad news here?

It's a big move, is all.

It's a couple U-Haul vans.

We've moved before.

From two blocks away.

Don't you miss having, like,

a big, nice place like before?

That place was party-worthy.

I honestly don't miss it.

To me, this place is cozy.

Even if we had a baby,

I think we could stay here...

Please, don't get on that again.

Sorry.

All right,

what's your weight today?

All right, you got to lose

9, 10 in the next few weeks.

I can do it.

Stay away from the sweet stuff,

and I'm not talking about candy.

Right.

It's hot in here.

Makes you feel tired, huh?

Nah, I'm fine.

You drink?

- Nah.

- Sleep around?

- Nope.

- That's good.

All right, to the body.

Now to the head.

To the body.

Generate momentum off the toe.

Off the toe, not the heel.

Come on.

Get it up.

Get it up.

See?

All right.

All right, all right, all right.

Hit the lockers.

Thanks, Saint.

Don't mention it.

Hey, let me see your hands.

Who taped your hands today?

My homeboy Lonnie.

No more Lonnie.

I'll do it tomorrow.

It's too tight.

There's too much tape.

What are you looking at,

old man?

Nothing.

You're smiling about something.

I suppose I'm smiling because...

...you're having fun.

Hell I am, man.

It's disgusting here.

It's full of sweat and old memories.

Sure. Sure.

Good night, old man.

Silly, come on.

Silly?

You seen Silly?

I saw her about five minutes ago.

Silly?

Come on, girl.

Hernandez, you seen Silly?

Silly?

Come on, girl.

Silly, is that you?

What are you doing in there?

Hey, chill, man.

Put down the guns...

Is this your car?

Well, look who's driving Bimmers.

Is this your f***ing car?

Damn skippy.

Can't you see the resemblance?

That's my f***ing dog.

I know.

I took her for a joyride.

You were training.

Gave your pooch a couple

of frankfurters.

Pooch loves frankfurters,

you know that?

Yeah, I know that.

She'll eat whatever you give her.

She'll even eat plantains.

Give a pooch fruit?

I don't understand that.

Give a pooch meat,

breed the killer instinct in them...

...that I understand.

Pooch will even eat

another pooch, you know that?

Yeah, it depends on the dog.

No, no, no.

Any pooch.

F*** anything too.

Well, the vet took care of that.

Ouch.

Still, pooch

would f*** anything.

Could you let her out, please?

Kind of muscular, your dog,

You ever think of fighting her?

- No.

- Why not?

It's not just pits.

That's a common misconception.

Yeah, I know.

I'm not into that. Okay?

It's not humane.

It's kind of funny

coming from a boxer, no?

No.

Whatever.

If you ever change your mind,

let me know.

Can make big bills,

the three of us.

Can you let her out, please?

The windows are rolled up.

It's cold; I didn't want

her to catch a cold.

It's f***ing frosty out here.

Please just unlock the door.

I got to go home.

No.

We're working tonight.

Tonight?

Or should I call J.J.

and tell him

you're not up for it?

No, no, no.

I'm up for it.

Great.

Let's rock and roll.

All right, you know, I got to...

I got to go change.

I'm stinky.

And put on that aromatic

Calvin Klein scent?

Don't fret about it.

We got to get to know

each other anyways.

Oh.

J.J. told me to give you this.

He loaded it with all that

crappy music you like.

Let's go.

We're gonna have to leave

the pooch in the car.

The guy we're gonna go see has a cat.

I don't know.

Dude, my boy runs

this f***ing joint.

Nobody's gonna f*** around

with my whip anyways.

It's only gonna be 15 minutes.

All right.

We'll be right back.

Stay here.

Yo, check this sh*t.

Cuban heel, yo.

You know what I'm saying?

Cuban heels.

Yeah, I like... I like

that whole dance too.

Yeah, f***ing right you like it.

That's some f***ing Riverdance sh*t.

I want to do, like, a crazy

Miles Davis voice for this.

So just play along.

Okay.

Jeez.

Gee whiz.

Can we come in?

This is my pal Bud.

Boy, uh,

I was just getting ready for bed.

Oh, we just walked up all the stairs.

Maybe we could all have

a glass of milk together...

...before bed.

I don't have any milk.

You're being rude, Stanley.

Since it's your bedtime,

straight, no chaser.

You owe 10 grand to J.J.

That's more than I owe.

No?

I explained our system to you last time.

You pay interest for every week

you don't pay.

Don't I know you?

He's Bud Gordon.

Gee whiz.

Why do I know that name?

The Saint.

Bud 'The Saint' Gordon?

I lost money on you.

You beat the hell out of Jackson

for four rounds.

He punches you hard once in the fifth,

and you're out.

Boy, that was some disappointment for me.

Yeah, for me too.

With the Garden cheering you.

I thought for sure...

...this scrawny kid from Atlanta

is not gonna take the title.

He was long, like Tommy Hearns.

Tommy Hearns my ass.

He lost his belt the next fight...

...to some kid from the Poconos.

Eh, the whole thing made me sh*t funny.

If we look under your mattress,

in a Hefty bag,

there's how much?

$300.

No. $275.

I had Chinese delivered.

Hutch.

Put him down, will you?

I'm taking f***ing Hutch.

You can't.

He'll die without his insulin.

He's diabetic.

Just put him down, will you?

Wait, wait,

you're good for the money?

Yes.

Or you got somebody who can

lend you some money?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Please don't take Hutch.

He needs his shots.

You're holding him all wrong.

He doesn't like to be held like that.

He's good for it.

Look at the man.

I don't know.

It's a lot of money.

Come on, man.

He's good for it.

I'm gonna listen to

my associate tonight, Stanley.

We'll both find out

if he makes good choices.

Come here.

Come here, boy.

Come here, Hutch.

Oh, Hutch.

Stanley,

you got any Chinese food left?

I look f***ing amazing eating noodles.

Look at this.

Hey, uh,

hey, mind if I ask you something?

What?

Were you really gonna take his cat?

Dude,

I go into this sh*t...

...I'm Johnny Thunders

going into a guitar solo.

I don't know how the f***

it's gonna go down.

So what's gonna happen

with Stanley now?

Come here.

Stand here.

Hold on.

Wait.

Have a... have a baby carrot.

It's okay.

I'm not hungry.

Have a f***ing baby carrot.

Have a baby carrot.

- It's good, right?

- It's good. Yeah.

Let me tell you something.

J.J. is interested in money,

but he's more interested in people...

...and owning them.

Stanley owns that apartment.

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