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RUIZ:

(on cell)

Nah, man. Nah. Too risky. I don't

like it... I want out... It's too

risky... Listen, man, we made a lot

of money together on this one, but

it's over. Sh*t's gonna come down...

Well, then, you got my blessing. I'm

selling my end. This internet sh*t's

too volatile. I'll keep my block of

Microsoft, but I'm taking profits on

Yahoo and all the portal stocks. The

bubble's gonna pop, man... Alright,

peace.

The three men approach Ruiz's table.

RUIZ:

That's it? This is Maxie's cavalry?

Who the f*** swole you up like that?

Bobby and Ricky both point to each other.

RUIZ:

Sh*t. If that sh*t don't beat all.

Maxie sent me two f***in broke ass

swole up guineas from the West side.

I coulda signed up some hard local

guineas for beer money. Ain't that

right, Leo?

LEO, the white-haired Italian waiter nods in agreement.

LEO:

Sure. You boys want anything?

RUIZ:

Yeah, bring us four fernet.

LEO:

Four fernet.

RICKY:

No. I'll take a strega.

RUIZ:

What, motherf***er? You drinking

'the witch' after dinner?

RICKY:

Yeah. That fernet tastes like tar.

My grandfather tried to give me that.

RUIZ:

Some f***in guineas he sent me. It's

midnight and the motherf***er's

ordering an apertif.

RICKY:

It's a digestif.

LEO:

Strega's an apertif.

RICKY:

Fine. Bring me a Cynar.

RUIZ:

N*gger, please. Don't even order

that artichoke sh*t. West side

guineas. Forget the drinks, Leo. We

gotta roll. What do I owe you?

LEO:

We're square.

RUIZ:

Thanks, man. You need anything, you

call.

LEO:

Thanks.

RUIZ:

You rode?

HORRACE:

Yeah.

RUIZ:

(hits speed dial)

Jimmy? Ruiz. Pick up Maxie's guineas

at LUNA and bring them to Spa.

(hangs up)

Jimmy's bringing the car around. Me

and Ho rode sleds. We'll meet you at

Spa in the VIP room.

RICKY:

Where's Spa.

HORRACE:

Jimmy knows. 13th Street. We'll meet

you there.

They leave. Ricky and Bobby sit and wait. Ricky addresses

Leo after they kick their bikes.

RICKY:

How do you like that f***ing

moulinyan?

LEO:

Maybe you two should wait out front.

INT. LIMOUSINE - MANHATTAN - NIGHT

Ricky and Bobby sit in the back as Jimmy drives them.

RICKY:

This sh*t's sketchy. Why do they

drop us in the middle of nowhere to

have the guy we're supposed to meet

come meet us just to tell us we have

to meet the same guy somewhere else?

BOBBY:

I don't know.

RICKY:

Well, I thought you understood and I

was just missing it.

BOBBY:

Missing what? He didn't say sh*t.

RICKY:

Yeah, but you know Horrace. What did

you get off him?

BOBBY:

What did I 'get?'

RICKY:

Yeah. What vibe?

BOBBY:

I detected no vibe other than that

Ruiz thinks you're a f***ing idiot.

RICKY:

Yo, f*** him, man. Calling us

guineas...

BOBBY:

What do you give a sh*t what he calls

us? He's not our friend. Let's just

get this sh*t over with and go home.

What's this place we're going to,

Jimmy?

JIMMY:

Spa?

BOBBY:

Yeah.

JIMMY:

Depends what night.

RICKY:

A lot of Persians?

JIMMY:

Not usually. Mostly Trustafarians.

BOBBY:

'Trustafarians?'

JIMMY:

You know, white kids with trust funds

acting like they're poor. Keeping it

real. Know what I mean?

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