God's Pocket Page #3

Let's get that meat cut for you.

Listen, Bird...

I appreciate you taking

it instead of the cash.

We'll get all this sh*t

straightened out.

Don't you worry.

Hey.

Look it, queers, huh?

Remember in school when

they said you was queer

if you wore yellow on Tuesday?

That's the stupidest f***ing

thing I heard all day.

I forgot you ain't from here.

You missed a lot of

great sh*t, Mick.

Hey, Tony! Come here.

This is my nephew.

Say hello to Bird's main man.

Hmm? He don't talk much.

But this little f***er

can cut meat.

Take the meat out of Mickey's truck

and cut it up for him, all right?

Do a nice job. Don't

sneeze on it or nothing.

Listen, Mick. I made up my mind.

That horse, Turning Leaf?

She's gonna come in tomorrow.

Nice horse.

She's running with a

bunch of sh*t too.

She's a lock.

Bird, there's nothing weighs half a ton

with little bitty ankles that's a lock.

Hey, I'm trying to

help you out here,

but if you don't want

to listen, it's on you.

You want to help me?

I need that $700.

Hey, all I got is this horse.

Smilin' Jack ain't exactly

giving away funerals.

Jesus, the funeral.

I-I forgot.

How's Jeanie doing?

She's got some idea that something

else happened down there to Leon.

I don't know where the f***

it came from, but there it is.

Yeah, f***ing Leon.

Yeah.

Actually, I was hoping you...

you'd ask around for me.

Yeah.

You mean you want

me to talk to Sal?

I-I hate to ask, but Jeanie

ain't gonna let go on this one.

I'll do it for you.

You got my word.

- All right.

- Oh.

- What the f***?

- Come on.

We ought to sue these

motherfuckers.

"A 22-year-old construction

worker was killed yesterday

when he slipped and

fell to his death."

Leon Hubbard didn't

slip on nothing.

They're laying block down there.

Where was there to fall?

Jeez, you look worse than I do.

Everybody in the f***ing

city's gonna think

we're a bunch of

jerk-offs down here,

walking around falling

off sh*t all the time.

I'm gonna call these motherfuckers.

And they f***ed up his age.

He was a year ahead

of me in school.

1,440 bucks.

Yeah?

Let me have the bag back sometime.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Thank you.

Richard.

Huh?

Brookie here. You feeling better?

Well...

I'm lying here with a...

jaybird-naked-ass girl graduate

of the Temple University

School of Journalism.

I'm glad to hear it. How was she?

Well, if you get off the phone,

I'll try and find out for you.

Did you notice that you weren't

in the paper again this morning?

Why?

I gave you my anniversary

column yesterday.

And I enjoyed it, just like I did

last year and the year before that.

You've written the same anniversary

column four different times.

I could write the same column

every day and get away with it.

I need a favor.

We ran a story about a kid got

killed on a construction job,

and somehow we f***ed it all up.

Is this really important, Brookie?

I mean, she got my

dick in her mouth.

So I'm thinking, "Why don't I ask

"Richard Shellburn to go down there

"and write me a column about

that boy and get it done right?"

- Bibles, pictures...

- I really... I can't talk now.

I'm eating p*ssy.

182125th street, God's Pocket.

Thank you for listening.

I'll get you some more coffee.

It's my pleasure.

This is my husband.

We'll be in touch.

Sorry for your loss.

We're still investigating

the accident.

We'll get back to you

when we're finished.

Thank you, Officer.

So what did they say?

They were nice.

They said they'd go back to

the yard and talk to the men.

Something happened.

How do you know that, Jeanie?

I don't know, but I know.

Sal. How you doing?

You got my money?

Hey, the electric went out.

As soon as I get the meat cut,

get it out, everybody gets paid.

All right, don't

f*** around, Arthur.

Sal.

Hey, I got a...

a favor to ask.

This kid got killed at

the block yard downtown.

His mother's going crazy.

They ain't telling

her what happened.

What's this to me?

The mother's married to a

guy who works for me...

Mickey, the guy who took the truck?

Yeah.

Maybe you could send a

couple of guys down there,

bounce somebody around

so they talk to you.

Nothing's gonna happen down there?

Nah.

Just a couple guys to push around?

That's it.

All right.

For a point on top of

what you already owe.

Fine.

Whatever you want.

And, Arthur, don't f*** around.

Okay.

Hey. Make sure you get my money.

You'll get it. You'll get it.

You'll get it.

It was an accident.

That's...

all there is to it.

Kid was the wrong person

at the wrong place.

Cops get the... n-n*gger?

You ain't grown enough

to call that old man a n*gger.

Old Lucy will be back

when he's ready.

All right, let's go.

I'll have a beer.

She don't even care about me

Is that Leon Hubbard's

house across the street?

You're aren't Richard

Shellburn, are you?

Mm-hmm.

I-I read you every day.

Yeah, you're different from your

picture, but I knew it was you.

It's me.

So is that the Hubbard place?

- Scarpato.

- Oh.

The mother remarried.

Jeanie Scarpato.

How's she taking it?

Well, it was her only child.

Mr. Shellburn, you're the only

one that knows what it's like

down here in the Pocket.

God bless you.

Another?

Thank you.

It's the mother.

The mother thinks

something happened.

What does she think?

You missing somebody today

besides Leon Hubbard?

Seems like there was an old man.

He was sitting against the wall.

That's Old Lucy.

Some days, he comes in,

and some days, he don't.

He does as much work either way.

He's about 100 years old.

Look.

That mother, she's got something.

She could look at you a certain way

and you'd stick a fork in your leg.

They say that her

husband is connected.

If that's true, that might be

where your problem comes from.

Either way, she's got

his balls in a blender.

You can see that.

And there ain't no telling

what anybody will do

with his balls in a blender.

F***in' write it down or something.

Hi.

All right.

Same race it was last night, Bird.

I don't like this other

filly, the 6 horse.

She scares me.

She got a decent workout last week.

So?

- Put her at the bottom of an exacta.

- I don't like her.

This horse can beat Turning

Leaf, the 6 horse.

Your nerves are eating

your brain, Bird.

- I am telling you, Mick...

- Bird, if Turning Leaf runs at all,

there's nothing in that f***ing dog

kennel that's gonna catch her.

How much you got there?

Whatever I could

get my hands on it.

I borrowed some of

Sophie's flower money.

Feel terrible.

Turning Leaf, eight-to-one.

You'll feel better once

you place your bet.

I'm telling you, Mick.

It's the 6 horse.

Jesus, Bird.

I'll be right back. Stay here.

Don't do anything f***ing crazy.

Number 3 horse,

Turning Leaf, to win.

45 times.

Hey.

You the boss?

I'm the only one here.

That's a fact.

The thing is, somebody got

killed here yesterday,

and there's some feeling it didn't

happen the way the cops said.

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