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RICKY:
But let me tell you, man, I don't
like your attitude already.
BOBBY:
Oh really. Why's that?
RICKY:
We just got moved up in the world.
You gotta let go of that blue collar
mentality that was drummed into your
head. You gotta start owning it man,
or they'll smell you a mile away
like a cheap suit.
BOBBY:
Who's gonna smell me a mile away?
RICKY:
Don't play dumb. You know what I'm
talking about.
He picks up the phone and pulls out Jimmy's card. Bobby hangs
up.
BOBBY:
What are you doing?
RICKY:
What are you doing?
BOBBY:
I know you're not calling Jimmy.
RICKY:
As a matter of fact I was. You got a
problem with that?
BOBBY:
We're here representing Max. You're
acting like a Puerto Rican on the
fifteenth of the month.
RICKY:
You think Maxie doesn't want us to
roll hard? Why do you think he gave
us all this bread? Or the number on
the pager? We gotta represent him by
showing some class. The man's got an
operation. How does it reflect on
him if we nickel and dime it?
He dials. Bobby hangs up.
BOBBY:
It's on West Broadway. We can walk.
RICKY:
Well, I don't want to walk.
Ricky starts to dial. Bobby takes the CARD and RIPS IT UP.
RICKY:
Motherf***er!
Ricky DIVES on Bobby, and a huge ugly BRAWL begins.
CUT TO:
EXT. FORUM - SOHO - MANHATTAN - NIGHT
Ricky and Bobby stand side by side at the front of the line
as Ricky tries to talk his way past the velvet rope. They
look horrible. All their cuts have reopened, their faces are
swollen, and their only set of clothes are now disheveled
and torn. Ricky talks a steady stream of bullshit, but the
DOORMAN will have none of it.
RICKY:
...How 'bout Jimmy? You know Jimmy
the driver? Cardiff Giant? You ever
deal with them? Cardiff Giant?
CUT TO:
INT. THE CUPPING ROOM - SOHO - NIGHT
Ricky and Bobby are poured tea by a frilly SERVER. A LONG
BEAT of SILENCE.
RICKY:
Horseshit. 'Try the China Club. 'F***
you, a**hole. I think it was a fag
bar. Didn't it look like a fag bar.
BEEBEEBEEBEEP:
...They look at each other. BOTH of their PAGERS are going
off simultaneously...
MATCH CUT TO:
EXT. STREET PAYPHONE - ACROSS THE STREET - NIGHT -
CONTINUOUS:
They run up to a phone stand. An HISPANIC KID is on it.
They wait and listen as he talks baby-talk with his woman.
BOBBY:
Hello? Sh*t...
Taptaptap... No dial tone. He lifts the receiver higher.
The wires have been RIPPED OUT of the base. They look at the
next phone. An HISPANIC KID is on it. They wait and listen
as he talks baby-talk with his woman.
HISPANIC KID:
Yeah... Mmmm, that sounds good...
Uhu...
BOBBY:
Excuse me, we need to make a call.
HISPANIC KID:
I'm on the phone.
BOBBY:
It's important.
HISPANIC KID:
So's this.
(in phone)
Hey baby... Oh, nothing. What were
you saying?
BOBBY:
Listen, man, we really gotta...
HISPANIC KID:
I be off in a minute.
(phone)
Say again...?
Ricky GRABS THE RECEIVER and BEATS HIM across the head with
it. The poor kid falls out of frame, and Ricky yells into
the phone...
RICKY:
He'll call back!
He hangs up and they both fumble with their pagers and
pockets. Bobby puts in a quarter...
BOBBY:
Sh*t. It's thirty-five cents. You
got a dime?
RICKY:
F***...
He looks down to the kid out of frame.
RICKY:
You got a dime, bro?
INT. LIMOUSINE - MANHATTAN - NIGHT
The two banged-up Angelenos clean themselves up in the fold-
down vanity mirrors. Jimmy is their driver.
BOBBY:
So, Jimmy, you know where this address
is?
JIMMY:
Yeah. I'll find it. It's in Harlem.
BOBBY:
Harlem? What is it, a restaurant?
JIMMY:
You don't know where you're going?
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