Last Exit to Brooklyn Page #2

We stand up, look them in the eye

and we tell them right

to their fat faces,

"F*** you!"

All right.

Listen, that's enough

for this week.

But there is a big bag

of union groceries

waiting for each and every one of

you waiting in the back. All right.

Boyce, that was f***in' powerful.

Tommy!

Hey, Spook. Get your bike yet?

My father's looking for you.

Yeah, I don't think

I ever met your old man.

- You "Tommy with the bike"?

- Yeah.

I'm Donna's father.

Hey, it's good to meet you, sir.

Come on, come on, come on.

- You raped my virgin daughter!

Dad!

Come on, Joe.

- Donna wasn't no virgin

and I didn't rape her.

She practically raped me.

I'll murder you, you old bum!

Jesus Christ. What the hell

is wrong with that guy?

Donna's gonna have a baby, Tommy.

Yeah, that's terrific.

What's everybody

looking at me for?

I was only with Donna

a couple of times.

I haven't even seen her

in six, seven months.

- Exactly.

- Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

I'm Paulie, see, I'm Joe's brother.

I'm Donna's uncle.

So what you're gonna do, kid?

I mean, Donna's not

some slut, you know.

Yeah, I know. I know.

- She's a nice girl.

- That's right. She's a nice girl.

She comes from a good family.

So?

Hey!

You get your bike yet?

I'm still saving up for it.

Yeah, you've been saying that

as long as I known you.

I really do almost have

the loot to get it.

Yeah, sure.

Get up you bum!

Can't you see he's sleeping?

Two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Did I pick them, did I pick them?

Even called the round.

Pay up!

Hey, Willie.

- Ya.

- Count to ten...

- What's that?

- Like in the fight, count to ten.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

- Nine.

- How about a drink?

Ten.

Sure I'll have a drink. Why not?

Come on.

So, you really like bikes, huh?

When you gonna give me a ride?

Ah, as soon as I get it,

you got the first ride.

I'm thinking about

getting a Harley,

like Tommy has, or maybe an Indian.

Hey, slow down, will you?

I left half of my leg in Korea.

Where we going, anyway?

It's not far.

I don't feel like walking

all over hell, you know.

If you want people to watch, we

can stay right here on the street.

In here?

Behind the car.

Hey, don't do that!

You're gonna like this.

So am I.

Bingo!

Hey!

We're gonna bust their

balls. I guarantee it.

Now, grab a beer, Frankie.

Come on, what do you say.

I gotta go home to the wife.

Hey, come on now, f*** the wife.

Ah, here is a beer.

Harry, Harry, stamp the books,

so we can go home, please.

What? Oh, yeah.

Alex, some f***ing coffee

down here? Come on.

What do I gotta do, beg?

You f***ing Greek punk!

About f***ing time.

Oh, Vin. I think the love of

your life just walked in

and sat at the counter.

Yeah!

Where?

Why, Vincent, what a surprise.

When did you get out from

your incarceration?

Whoa, wait a minute,

what's he saying?

Don't you worry, Sal. If I

should choose to address you,

you can be sure it will

be in monosyllables.

May I join you

over there, Vincent?

Sure, Georgie boy.

Come on over here.

You getting comfortable

there, Georgie?

Oh, Vincent, you've

gotten so much bigger

and harder since

I last saw you.

Yeah, it's too bad I didn't

have you upstate with me.

I had a couple of sweet kids up there

but they didn't have chips like this.

You gorgeous man!

- You got my libido twitching.

- Twitching, huh?

May I please have a cup of coffee,

Alex, you big Greek fairy?

- Would you like some coffee, Vincent?

- What are you kidding me?

The coffee here tastes worse

than the dishwater they had upstate.

Huh, what? Now, wait a minute,

what, no, no coffee for me, Georgie?

I'm sure you have

your own money, Sal.

These bums never have any money.

Hey, who are you calling bums?

All the time f*** around. Someday

you boys gonna get in trouble.

Ah, jeez, you talk like that,

Alex, you make us feel bad.

Hey, Alex, you hurt our feelings.

Oh, you need a light

there, Georgie?

What do you say you and me go

for a walk, huh, Vinnie?

Yeah, there's plenty of time

for that, sweetheart.

Maybe later.

Let me do you, Vinnie,

please let me do you.

Costs loot to do me, sweetchips.

Vincent, be romantic.

Okay. Okay.

I'll tell you what, Georgie boy.

How about if I only

charge you a fin.

I won't charge

you nothing, Georgie.

Don't touch me, Sal,

you big freak!

I'm not about

to have sex with you.

Oh...

Oh, Come on, Georgie...

Let me make a real woman

out of you, huh?

Come on, Georgie, huh?

You don't want that big sausage

getting in your way.

Let me cut it off.

It's not big, Miss Pinkie.

Get away from me.

Yeah, think fast.

Come on, Georgie. Dance.

Hey, Georgie, catch.

Stop it. Cut it out.

Don't do it. Vince!

Yeah.

No!

Stay there, stay there!

That's Forbinate?

Don't worry about it, Georgie boy.

I'll fix it up for you.

Atta girl, Georgie boy.

You take it all.

This is gonna make it feel

much better.

You brought me down,

you rotten freaks,

you brought me down!

- Can I have a handkerchief for

my leg? Yeah, yeah, sure, sure.

What are you crazy? I don't want

to get my handkerchief all dirty.

Give me that.

Hold on, there you go, Georgie boy.

Hey, Freddy, you wanna give Georgie

a ride home in your car.

Are you outta your mind? There'll

be blood all over my upholstery.

Oh!

Your upholstery's sh*t anyway.

Now, wait a minute. Are you

saying my upholstery is sh*t?

I'm sorry.

Now, my upholstery is sh*t?

I'm sorry, okay!

Hey, Georgie, give me

some loot, would you?

- What, Vinnie?

- Give me some loot.

- So that I can get you a cab home.

- I can't go home, my brother's home.

So what?

Please, Vinnie, he can't

see me like this.

I don't give a flying f*** about

your brother. Come on, give!

All right, be a good boy,

and get in there!

Get inside!

Come on, go on!

Before Christmas, Georgie!

Bye!

Why does he have to be here?

Why couldn't he have been out?

Lie back, George.

The doctor will be here soon.

Everything will be all right.

Doctor said to take the pants

off and put something on it.

No! No!

No.

Go away, you rotten fairy.

You queer son of a b*tch!

Stop. Mother, don't let him!

Be careful, Arthur.

In front of my mother...

In front of my mother you have the

nerve to lay here with this thing on?

Leave him alone, Arthur!

What do you hold him like this for?

He's nothing but a filthy degenerate!

Why don't you throw him out on the street!

- He's your brother!

- My brother!

That's a good one.

Look at what my brother has here!

- No! My silks.

- Look at this, Mother.

- Look at what my brother has.

- No!

Look at this, Mother.

Look what my brother has here.

- Look.

- Stop!

And this. Look at this.

Look at these disgusting pictures!

Look at them!

Look at them! Filth!

That's what they are. Filth!

- Please. Please!

- Shut up!

Shut up or I swear to God,

I'll kill you. I'll kill you!

Always crying, "Mommy this"

and "Mommy that."

Why don't you just die, Georgie?

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