Night and the City Page #4

You took ownership already,

or you just ordered?

- I ordered.

- When?

Yesterday, 'cause you said...

OK, yeah. What did you

put down, 1,000? -15.

All right, call the bank.

Call them and stop payment.

Screw them. You want a car? Call

John's Body Shop on Queens Blvd.

Tell him you're a client of mine.

He'll throw you

an almost-new Caddy

for half what you pay these

other parasites, all right?

- I wanted a Trans Am.

- Yeah, well, I want to live forever.

What else is new, you know?

You're welcome.

Listen, when you get outside,

take her in a cab, not on the subway,

'cause the animals will

go nuts on her down there.

And then wait a few blocks

to take that goddamn brace

off your neck, all right?

You're starting to get a rash.

Harry, are you gonna send me a bill?

- No, you paid me.

- No, I didn't.

- You paid me.

- No, I didn't.

Gorgon, Gorgon or whatever

your name is, you ever box?

- Box?

- You ever box?

- Box.

- Big white kid. Change your name.

Irish. Billy Irish. Put

shamrocks on your trunks.

Look, lose about 90 pounds,

you'll become a middleweight, OK?

- Come on.

- What's? What's the...

What did I do?

What did I do? Hey, this is

gonna be great for you.

Hey, you know, you're welcome.

Thank you for saying thank you

to me after what I just did for you.

I just got this kid

more goddamned publicity.

The headlines will be

"David and Goliath."

"Jack the Giant Killer."

The picture of them standing up

in court? Forget about it.

Up till now, Superfly was a strictly

chink in the greaser division.

No offense.

What's gonna happen now?

Everybody and their mother's gonna want

to see Jack the Giant Killer fight.

That's right. He's a hero

now, this kid, yeah.

I did that. What, you didn't

think I knew what I was doing?

Yeah. Tell Grossman

it's on the house.

Bless you, my son.

Thank you so much.

The children thank you,

and God loves you.

- Bless you. Thank you.

- F***ing c*nt.

What a kind face.

You know,

just a small donation...

Hey! Outside!

Move it! Get your ass

out of here!

Sleazy b*tch.

Phil Nasseros, the meanest

bartender in New York.

F***ing guy just 86'd a nun.

Last April she was the Easter bunny.

Fabian.

It's your case.

Harry, don't.

Hello, sister, I saw the whole thing.

I'm a lawyer. We're

gonna sue his ass, OK?

Go f*** yourself.

She just told me to go f*** myself!

- I agree.

- He agrees, this guy.

If Fabian'd see a bird digging up a worm

he'd get the worm to sue for assault.

No. Whiplash.

Harry Fabian, defender of worms.

Boom Boom, I lost a case.

I'm a good sport about it.

What are you drinking?

Johnnie Walker, right?

Phil, throw him a Black Label on me.

You'll never believe this.

I got a promoter's license.

I'm inspired by you, man.

I'm gonna take a shot at promoting.

I mean, nothing on your level,

obviously, but you know.

To promoting.

This one's on you?

Come on, Boom Boom, don't.

I knew this guy once.

He was a pretty shitty fighter,

but what he could do...

I saw him do this once.

He could take a guy's face, like this:

And then take his finger, like this:

And drive it through his f***ing brains.

Want a refill, tough guy?

F*** you.

- Thank you.

- Tommy.

- Tommy, who did Al Grossman fight?

- Who?

Al, Al Grossman, Boom Boom's brother.

Who did he fight?

Al Grossman?

Jeez, that's going back.

Well, who did he fight?

Give me a name.

Tami f***ing Mauriello, like

every other f***ing meat pie?

Maxie Rosenbloom, I think, once.

Old Slapsie Maxie.

What's the matter with you?

- Harry?

- Will you help the children, my son?

- A little spare change for the children?

- What's the problem?

Hey, Harry, where you going?

The children thank you.

God loves you.

Al Grossman?

Over there?

Thank you.

Sticking him.

Sticking him.

And you know Tony.

You should have

known Tony. I mean,

he looks up at me.

He says, "Hey, Al, where

the f*** are we?"

Hey, yeah.

I swear. Yeah.

I wish my father was alive

just for today.

Al Grossman.

This is Al Grossman.

My father worshiped

the ground you walked on.

He said the time you

fought Maxie Rosenbloom

was like the greatest fight he ever saw.

Which time?

What?

Well, which fight,

the first or the second?

Which do you think, Al?

This guy.

Harry Fabian, attorney at law.

It's an honor.

It's an honor.

You are a legend.

A legend.

Can I talk to you, Al, for a minute?

Yeah.

They gave me a nice apartment,

right down

by the ocean.-

This development,

you know what it's called?

What?

- Mountain View.

- Mountain View, heh.

Yeah, these developers have got

another retirement compound in Boca.

I mean, it's the same setup, and

you know what they call that?

- What?

- Ocean View.

Ocean View.

What the f*** do I know.

Come on, come and dance.

You know, my health, thank God,

except for one thing.

- What?

- You know, whenever I...

How old are you?

What, you got trouble getting it up?

What the f*** you doing out here?

Al, this is, you know, like alter kaker city.

You're a New York guy.

I've watched you. You're

like a man of 47 out there.

- Come on.

- What are you gonna do,

hook up with some little

old pigeon with a bank book,

make you a nice gefilte fish every night,

watch a little TV?

Go to a doctor, get a

little surgical implant

with a little crank.

Play cards with a bunch of hearing aids.

Give me a break.

Grossman, this is like the

Greyhound station for death.

Could you see Boom Boom living out here?

Hey, look, don't f***in'

talk to me about that prick.

You know, that I don't understand, Al.

In fact, I'm gonna tell you something.

That makes me very depressed.

Well, I don't talk to him,

I don't talk about him.

There's at least two

guys in three divisions,

they can't get a title

crack, and you know why?

Why?

Because they're not signed up

with that cocksucker.

Hey, my brother's an orthodontist.

An orthodontist, you know?

But he's still my brother, right?

Hey, I'm no angel.

I was no angel.

When I was a kid, I pulled

some armed robbery.

I mean, it was a different time,

but... you know, what I mean?

I had a gun.

I said, "stick 'em up" or some sh*t.

But it was an honest robbery.

I mean, not like, not like today.

What are those?

Nothing.

You start, talking to

me about Boom Boom...

You know what his real name is?

- Ira.

- Yeah.

Who gives a f***?

So what do you think

about what I'm saying?

You come back into town,

you spot me my talent.

We bring back the good old days.

- What do you think?

- There never was any good old days.

Boxing's always been a poor man's out.

Well, whatever, but what do you think?

All right, I'll do it on one condition.

- What?

- You got to be honest with me.

Were you bullshitting me

about your father?

Absolutely not,

Mr. Grossman.

I swear on my goldfish's eyes

I was not bullshitting you.

I swear...

I was lying out of my ass.

I knew it.

Phil, there's like

a million guys out there

I could be offering this to.

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