Glass Chin Page #6

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if that helps.

Come on.

Hey. Use this napkin.

Come on, just act like

everything is everyday ordinary.

Oh, now you want ordinary.

That's good.

Don't get hit.

Don't get hit.

Come on. Push me back.

All right, pivot off the front.

Pivot off the back.

Pivot off the front again.

Off the back.

Some water now?

Not yet.

Come on.

Hey, there.

Ellen's walking Silly.

And at Pittsburgh,

there wasn't much else to do...

...but learn to pick locks.

In fact, this place reminds me

a lot of Pittsburgh.

Faint smell of

Dutch elm disease.

What do you want?

Well, a cup of coffee would be kind.

It's chilly in here, Bud.

There's some coffee on the stove,

if you don't mind it

not being fresh or gourmet.

Not being fresh or gourmet is fine.

It will complete the experience

of this apartment.

Is the building a landmark?

I don't know.

Worn flights of stone stairs

look like they've seen wars.

I bet, you excavate the basement,

there'd be armloads of tumbrel

and peasant rags.

I'm sure some fool

wants to preserve it.

It's dark in here, but did you

lose a few pounds?

Possible.

Yeah.

Kid Sunshine, sometimes

it seems like he's training me.

Or maybe you're having

a nervous breakdown.

That'll make people lose weight

sometimes, if you're lucky.

Yeah, maybe that's it.

Kid Sunshine,

I wanted to talk to you about him.

What do you want to talk

about Kid Sunshine for?

Well, he's got to fall down,

Bud.

Ow.

You weren't kidding about this coffee.

You got any sugar?

We're all out.

In the first round, to be exact.

You put your money

on Kid Sunshine,

you're gonna come out

like gangbusters.

That's an inside tip.

This is a great fighter

we're talking about.

He's gonna win.

Oh, that's kindly of you.

The insider's tip...

...Let me give you an inside tip.

I don't dig taking chances.

I dig sure things.

If Kid goes down in the first...

...and I got a ton of money

on him going down in the first,

that is very sure.

Yeah, but is that believable?

In the first round?

That's gonna be shady

to the commission.

Come on.

All fighters are vulnerable

in the first round.

You know that, Bud.

I don't need to tell you.

Hmm, especially

with two knockout guys.

Hell, if you told me Mercury

went down in the first,

I'd believe you, but

it's not gonna be Mercury.

We, um... we sent the footage of you...

...in the lobby on the West End

to one of my pocket cops,

and if Kid doesn't go down in the first,

the tape turns up immediately,

and the superintendent

will tell the cops that...

...you threatened to kill him,

thus the cover-up...

...and the fake tape.

Super used to be a soap opera actor.

He's quite convincing, actually.

Come on now.

Hey, hey, hey.

You caught sight of

this side of darkness before.

You knew it was there.

Don't act like a birthday boy.

Yeah, maybe.

Maybe. I just...

...why... why do you always want

to send it all to hell so often?

Hell, my friend, is rising

first thing in the morning...

...and throughout the day.

I'm just a surfer.

Can't you see that?

No, I guess I can't.

Mmm.

Really?

I think you can.

I think you've surfed some yourself.

Only difference is,

you got rolled.

How about

the Yankees signing, huh?

Looks like they just bought

themselves another championship.

And people say boxing is crooked.

Prevaricators.

Are we having an awkward moment?

If it's any consolation,

a lot of the money we make off Kid...

...will go straight to Bud's Place.

I've sketched out some design stuff.

I'm thinking linoleum,

hyperborean-style.

I know we said it'd be the same

as it is here in Manhattan,

but I need to express myself creatively,

and a few clued-in alterations.

I'm gonna make it fit

in better in Manhattan.

Bud's needs some irony...

...if it's gonna fly downtown.

As it is, it's too sincere.

Also, we'll have $1/2 million set aside...

...for Kid,

to take the edge off.

He's got the whole world ahead of him.

You can't stand it.

Are you analyzing me?

Don't hurt yourself.

Tell Kid to call me.

Confirmation call.

Put me at ease.

There's a long limousine

driving by outside.

I looked in,

but the windows were darkened.

Thought it was Bruce.

Yeah, I don't think so.

Yeah, you're right.

The Boss wouldn't be

so ostentatious.

Sure he would.

The Boss has hair plugs.

- No way.

- Yeah.

Bruce Springsteen

has hair plugs?

All those guys have hair plugs.

No way.

You have dinner?

No. I'm not hungry.

I'm gonna go take a shower.

Can I get in with you?

Sure.

I know it's only lukewarm.

It's fine.

You want to hear

some neat stuff I read...

...about the Fuji River?

You remember that TV show we saw...

...about Sonny Liston

and the phantom punch?

A lot of fighters have dropped for money.

A lot of good guys.

It's complicated.

You have to consider

the men we deal with.

You didn't drop.

Yeah, I guess

I was fortunate that way.

I think you have to tell Lou.

No.

If I tell Lou,

he'll have Kid take the fall.

He's not gonna let me do another round.

Kid Sunshine would be crushed

if he wasn't champ?

Not even about that for him.

If he wins, it's not about him.

It's about something else.

I can't explain it.

It's...

...I wish I was like that

when I was a fighter.

I wasn't.

I was up here.

Big ideas.

Big ideas.

I used to make fun of stuff.

And when people's love for me cracked...

...and I saw that love for what it was,

I called them 'player haters.'

'Haters gonna hate, ' I used to say.

What a stupid thing it is to be a player.

'Meanwhile, in your life,

'you hardly notice the world around you.

'Lights changing,

'sirens dying along the buildings,

'your eyes intent on a sight

you do not see yet.

'Not yet there, as long as

you're only yourself,

'with whom, as you recall,

you were never happy

to be left alone for long.'

I don't know if that was a poem...

...or you're just talking

really great tonight.

Bud?

Yeah?

That sweatshirt stinks.

- Does it?

- Yeah.

- Sorry.

- I'm doing laundry tomorrow.

Could you put it in the bag?

Yeah.

Now, you always do laundry.

I should do that stuff sometimes.

I don't mind it.

It's peaceful,

the laundromat.

Everything whirling around in soap.

I read.

Do you ever think that...

...you'll just go through this life...

...and be forgotten?

Well, we'll all be forgotten regardless.

Even the most famous person,

someday, no one will know they were here.

Brad Pitt, someday,

all his movies will be dust.

That's f***ing depressing.

I don't think so.

You should read this book I'm reading.

It's all about how the ego

suckers us into thinking...

...that we're all separate from each other.

But actually, in reality,

you, me, this bed,

this wall...

Silly...

...Don't say her name.

She'll wake up.

We're all the same thing.

We're not separate at all.

And this is all just our mind.

Is that supposed to be solacing?

No.

It is what it is.

If this is our mind,

the mind is a scary place.

It can be.

Well, there's no way out, so...

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