Last Exit to Brooklyn Page #4

What's the matter, Rosie?

Afraid of my lob?

Come here, Rosie. I got a nice,

fat stratnyanka for you.

- Look at what that b*tch did to me.

- What's the matter, Sal, you got a boo-boo?

Don't worry,

I won't let him hurt you.

You're not to touch her,

do you understand me?

- Where is that crazy b*tch? - You

leave her alone, she's just a girl.

Stop, stop! Vinnie, do something.

Sal's mad now.

Stop!

This is getting rather sordid.

Why don't we go?

I'll show you who's a fairy.

Motherf***er!

You wanna look like a broad, huh?

You gonna get f***ed like one.

Hey, Vin, you want a piece of this?

One for Vinnie, one for me,

one for Vinnie, one for me,

one for Vinnie.

Tral!

How come you're dressed?

I was gonna go out for cigarettes.

- There are some left there

on the dresser. - Oh.

You know, I only have a couple

of days left before I ship out.

I was thinking that maybe

we could spend them together.

What do you mean,

"Spend them together"?

We could go

to the movies, shopping,

I'll buy you a dress.

Do things that couples do.

Man, you must've

really liked it, huh?

Come here.

Not too small for you?

I think they're the best

in the Western world, Tral.

But that's not

what I'm talking about.

I'm not gonna have the chance to be like

this with someone again for a long time.

Maybe never!

- You understand?

- Yeah!

I like that. The best tits

in the Western world.

Vinnie, Vinnie?

Vinnie!

Where are you?

I was having the most

delightful dream.

- Vinnie!

- Vinnie's gone, dear.

Gone?

You seemed to be having

such a lovely sleep.

He didn't want to wake

you to say "Goodbye."

Goodbye?

Vinnie!

Vinnie!

Where are you?

Oh God, did you see that?

Oh, my God.

What do they think they're doing?

What the hell is going on here?

Hey, hey. No truck here!

No trucks here!

Oh!

Hey, hey!

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Shut up.

Oh, Christ.

Oh, f***.

Let me through, let me through.

Where the hell you been, Harry?

You on the gate, that's

factory property. Get off there.

- F*** you, goon!

- Tell them, Harry!

I'm warning you, fellow, you

better get the hell off there!

Yeah, or what?

Eat sh*t, goon!

Yeah, stay back there

where you belong.

That's right, you too, Wilson,

you four-eyed f***!

Yeah, you too, you scabs, you punks.

Maybe you came in here, but you

sure as f*** ain't gonna get out!

No truck's gonna get out of here,

you hear me?

No trucks out! No trucks out!

No trucks out!

This thing's gonna get out of hand

here. We're gonna need some back up.

And I don't mean just a few men.

Send everything you've got.

Send men, send gas, send horses.

Hey baby, how would you

like a little spanking?

Tral! Over here at ringside.

Hey, Tralala!

- Come here.

We don't want any trouble.

Everybody stay calm

and let the horses in.

Just move back.

Stay calm, move back.

Where you been?

Yeah, we was real worried

about you, Tral.

You look pretty sharp there.

New rags, huh?

Yeah, you bet your

sweet ass I look sharp.

I got me an officer in Manhattan.

He's loaded! Takes me out

places, he buys me things.

And when he ships out,

he's gonna drop a bundle on me.

Yeah, sure.

Scabby whores like her can have

the bums and the two-bit doggies.

From now on, it's gonna be

only officers for me.

Yeah, right, here comes

your officer now.

Go and get him, Sal.

Give it to me, give it to me.

Jesus Christ, you ought to

wash that thing once in a while.

Don't mind them bastards.

Guys, the kid's got fleas.

Thanks.

Hey, who the f*** you

think you are?

Ham and cheese?

Hey, Joe. Joe, Tommy's here.

I hate that goddamn kid.

C'mon, what are you talking about?

He's gonna be family now, huh?

You don't understand, Paulie?

He took my daughter.

Joe, Donna had the baby.

She had a boy, Joe.

- That's wonderful, congratulations.

- Congratulations, kid.

Jesus, Joe, that makes

you a grandfather.

Here, have one of mine.

First, I want the kid baptized,

and then I want... I want to

have a big party for him.

Paulie, I want you and Theresa to

be godfather and godmother to him.

- We'd be honored, Joe. But uh,

you know... - But, but what?

Don't you think

that's up to Donna and Tommy, huh?

Hey, Paulie, it's okay with me.

What's the matter with you?

You didn't hear what I said?

I want you to be godparents.

They're coming out.

Those sons of b*tches

are coming out.

Those sons of b*tches

are coming out!

We need help here. Let's go!

Get back! Get off there! Get back!

Okay, let them have it!

Tear gas ready?

Yes, sir.

Fire!

We gotta stop them.

Come on!

Paulie!

Stay back!

Hey, listen, if you're all

tapped out, I just got paid,

and I can lend you

a five until Friday.

Hold on.

- What is it?

- Wait.

I like that. That's nice. In case

you want to give me something else...

I like it too.

You're the one from

the other night.

You got the wrong girl, pal.

What's your name?

Dolores! Now get lost.

You stole my money.

Excuse me.

Look, I got no beef with you. All I

want is my money back from the whore.

Now, if she says you have the wrong

girl, then you have the wrong girl.

Now, you apologize to her.

Sorry.

I thought you were someone else.

Thanks.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Let's go then.

Don't worry. I'll put Dowland on it.

He'll make a full report.

Harry, I need a new set of picket

signs down here by 8:00 tomorrow.

Don't worry about it, Boyce.

I'll take care of it.

He's right here. Okay.

You all right?

What do you say, Harry?

I heard about your little rumble.

Yeah, Harry, you're not gonna let

them get away with that sh*t, are you?

Hey! There ain't nobody

gonna get away with nothing!

Yeah? So, what are you planning

on doing about it, Harry?

Who're they?

They're friends of mine

from the neighborhood.

This is Boyce, one of

my best friends.

And he happens to be

the head of this local.

What do you say, Boyce.

Heard about your little problem.

Oh yeah? What problem's that?

We happen to know

who the scab trucks belong to.

Yeah, the Bulaggi Brothers.

So what?

We also happen to know where

they park the rest of their trucks.

You boys got something

on your minds?

Is it worth 200 bucks to you to teach

them a lesson they'll never forget?

Keep an eye on things. I'm gonna

step outside for a minute.

Yeah sure, Boyce.

Hey, take your time.

And take care of yourself, too.

We need you around here.

What do you mean? This?

Boyce, this is nothing.

I don't wanna know anything.

- And don't spend it all

in one place. - Okay.

And get the f*** off my car.

Hey, 200 f***ing clams.

Hey, give that back, you...

Give it back.

Paulie, I can't ride with you

in the ambulance, okay.

You think I need somebody

to hold my hand?

I'll see you later.

Come here, Theresa.

Joe... Joe, how's he doing?

Is he gonna be alright?

- Looks good.

- Yeah, there's nothing out there.

Man, this is gonna be a f***ing

slope out. Let's go.

It's open.

Ah!

My, aren't we looking

handsome tonight?

I got you some of that

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