Knockaround Guys Page #2

That's extortion,

for Christ's sake.

The window's even dirtier

than it was before.

Come on,

what's the matter with you?

Guy's got the worst Job

in the world.

Nah, worst Job has gotta be

mop boy at Show World.

I'll tell you what,

l'm not moppin' up spooge...

but it's not that fun

for me anymore.

I never thought

l'd have a f***in' Job.

My father wants me to have

5 days a week--Iunch and dinner.

Man, when l was growin' up...

I didn't see him running

no diner room lunch and dinner.

You got that right.

Man had crews running while

he sat there at the Bergen...

sippin' his espresso

and countin' money.

Yeah, but he had to get out.

You know that.

Another conviction,

he'd be gone for life, right?

But he's still named Scarpa,

and where does that leave me?

With a small piece

of a restaurant...

and all the hassles

of his old life.

Bad press. Fed surveillance.

Liquor board shakedowns.

Not to mention people whispering

when we walk into a room.

Face it, Chris.

To regular people...

we're stone f***ing goombahs,

you know?

But to knockaround guys,

to our fathers...

we're nothin'

but a couple of errand boys.

Sh*t. Sometimes l think

l ought to change my name.

No, l need the name.

Gets me laid once a week...

at least.

-Hey, Johnny Marbles.

-Matty.

-Scarpa.

-What's up?

Almost bent my plane

on this Jet up there.

Just dodged a goddamn Aer Lingus

air bus. Irish bastards!

Why don't you stop flyin'

this bottom feeder...

upgrade your pilot's rating

to Jets?

Sign me up.

Fly all over the world...

work in a stewardess-rich

environment.

What l really need

is a shot with your father.

I'm serious. Would you

talk to him for me?

Tell him it's been a year since

anything's been up my nose.

OIK, ten months, but l'm ready.

I'm locked down.

-You ready to go, or what?

-Yeah. Where's Taylor?

I got nothing for you,

my friend.

I checked the meter

on my machines.

Now, they've had plenty of play.

I gave you that key

so you could borrow a little...

float yourself for a few days.

But half that money is mine,

and l want it.

What can l tell you, Taylor?

l run a business here.

I have expenses.

If l'm not paying fast enough

for you, turn 'em off.

Take them out of the store.

What the f*** are you doing?

Are you crazy?

They're your own

f***ing machines!

Don't do this to me, por favor.

The milk guy's getting paid...

the potato chip guy's

getting paid...

the beer guy's getting paid...

every-f***ing-body's

getting paid...

and you look through me?!

You f***!

I got it, l got it.

It's right here.

Hey, Teddy. Good to see you.

Hey, Deserve, we were

Just talking about you.

Look at him. Teddy Deserve.

Guy gets kissed more

than a mezuzah.

I'll see you later.

One day, Taylor, you're gonna be

walking in here with Teddy.

Nah. He'll use me

when it suits him...

and he knows l'll do the work.

But l don't get

carried away with it.

My mother's a Jew, and you know

what that means to them.

I saw your bit

on the handball court...

you know,

talking about being ready.

-You meant that sh*t, right?

-Yeah.

'Cause we've been down

this road before, Matty.

I was twelve years old, Teddy.

How long are you going to keep

holding that against me, huh?

Time to move past it.

You think so?

-F***ing-A.

-So do l.

And l told your father that.

You did?

Remember the problem

we were talking about?

-Shortages?

-Right.

Georgie Yarkus out in Spokane...

is floating your father

some wood for a short term.

Got to go get it,

but we got nobody we can trust.

We're still hashing out

the details...

-but you could be involved.

-Yeah?

I done what l could, Matty.

It's on you to convince him.

I'll see you later at the hall.

Hey, look alive.

-Evening, Matty.

-How you doing, man?

Sounding good, Jimmy.

How you doing?

Hey, what's up, Matty?

-Hey, how you doing, Joe?

-Hey, paying customers, Matty.

-Hey, Vito.

-Hey, Matty.

-How you doing?

-Good.

Pump it out, gentlemen.

Get your rent.

There it is!

Come on, sweetheart!

-Hey, Matty!

-Fellas. Hey.

Did you have a visit

from Tuxedo-Max?

That's right.

Help yourself to a cummerbund.

Twenty up! Twenty up!

Come on.

Billy's babes need the bread.

You need this money picked up

from Yarkus in Spokane?

I'm your guy.

The answer's no.

You get detected crossing state

lines with all that lumber...

feds trace you back to me,

l'm f***ed here.

Listen, l can get this

done for you...

'cause Marbles has got a plane.

He can fly out and pick it up.

Better that way. Besides,

it's a simple f***in' run.

Hold on. Marbles?

He's half an idiot,

and that is the good half.

Come on. He's in, he's out.

Pop, listen to me. I swear

to God, he's turned it around.

And l'll oversee

the whole thing.

Would you give me this much?

l can get this Job done.

Matty, l hate to knife you here,

but it's my experience:

a guy gets something done

because he needs to.

Now, maybe it's my doing.

The way l raised ya,

privilege and such...

but l'm having a hard time

figuring out...

what it is you need.

Not for nothin',

but most guys go in for it...

'cause they don't got

no other way to survive.

Well, neither do l.

Listen, l got us

an opportunity, Marbles.

You need to fly to Spokane.

Felts Field.

There'll be a guy there

named Georgie Yarkus.

He'll hand you a bag.

Don't look in the bag...

don't open the bag,

don't let go of the bag.

Only stop for fuel,

then get back in the plane...

and fly straight home to me.

And don't f*** this up.

Benny Chains said to tell you,

"Don't f*** this up."

I know, only stop for gas.

Don't worry.

I keep her on the barber pole

the whole way back.

Come on, stay alert.

Well, Just one.

-Have a good flight.

-Thank you very much.

-Hi, Louise.

-Sheriff.

-How are you doing, Louise?

-Good, Donnie.

-Yeah.

-Say it again, Tease.

If l had mad moochie,

do you know what l'd buy?

I believe l do, Decker.

Doctor Go-Fast design

pro-model street luge.

-Carbon-fibre front fender.

-With the vibe-absorb seat.

-Yeah. Z-roller trucks.

-F***in' boss speed, man.

Even hyper super-mondo wheels.

Definitely

super-mondo wheels, man.

That don't look

store-bought to me, Stan.

Nope, it's mariJuana, Donnie.

-Want to deal with it now?

-Best l deal with it later.

Hey. Fifty-four gallons.

Just top her off.

I swear to Christ, Matty.

I swear to f***in' Christ.

What did you do?

I swear to Christ. I didn't

turn my back for a second.

What are you saying to me, huh?

I stopped to get fuel. I don't

leave the bag in the plane...

I'll tell you that much.

But these cops--

Cops? What cops?!

They looked right through me.

It was like they knew every

thing l'd ever been guilty of.

I couldn't double back

to the plane.

It would've seemed too obvious.

I had to make a decision:

walk right into 'em,

expose your father...

or stash the bag.

A few of the boys

were going down the way to--

What? l'm not invited?

No, l'll talk to you about that,

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