Roommates

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My grandfather had already lived a

lifetime before I first heard him whistle.

Boy, was I afraid

of him back then.

When he was only a little boy,

his parents died in Poland.

In the winter of 1895, he set

sail for the United States...

all by himself.

When he landed, he immediately

demanded an American name.

The guys at Ellis Island

called him Rocky.

They must have

known something.

He settled in Pittsburgh

where he married Mary Kahorsky...

the finest bowler

in Polish Hill.

They had two kids...

my Aunt Basha

and my father, David.

In 1957, he met my mother,

Helen. They married.

Seven months later,

I was born.

These things happen,

even in good Catholic families.

My only memory of my father was

when Pirate Bill Mazeroski...

homered to win

the World Series.

Rocky and my father

screamed like lunatics.

I hid under my bed thinking

something awful had happened.

It was about to.

Just after Christmas, I was told

my father had been killed...

in a place called Vietnam.

Even after my dad died, Mom and I

would visit Rocky every weekend.

She seemed to understand him

better than anyone.

Then in the summer of '63,

she was suddenly taken away as well.

I decided I was bad luck

to have around.

Dupa ranei pusci.

- Papa.

- He don't understand Polish.

"May your ass sprout boils

while you sleep."

See, I told her when Basha's

brother got killed in the army.

I said to Helen, "You're a widow with a

young son. You got to plan for the future."

But did she listen? People always

think they're gonna live forever.

So, what are we gonna do

about Michael?

Well, I suppose he could

stay with us...

and finish out

the school year.

We got three of our own already, Bets.

We're squeezing out the door.

- What about a church home? - That's not

a bad idea. Let the nuns take care of him.

He'd get a good education.

Rest of the boys would be his family.

- Geez, I don't know.

- Ah, face it, sweetie.

Neither of us got the room or the

money to take on another kid.

A home.

It's the best idea.

You can all stop talking.

My grandson is moving

in here with me.

Papa, you can't possibly do it!

I raised you and your brother, didn't I?

Didn't turn out too bad.

Your taste in men always stunk.

But nobody's perfect.

- That's unfair, Papa.

- Oh, stop calling me Papa.

Suppose we send you to a home, you fat

son of a b*tch. See how you like it!

- Papa, be reasonable.

- Ah, reasonable.

Reason and family got nothing

to do with one another.

Michael's six years old. He comes

to live with you. He gets attached.

And then, God forbid, in two years, four

years, something could happen to you!

- What could happen?

- Anything.

- Anything? What? - Rocky,

you're not a young man no more.

You could get sick.

You're not gonna live forever.

Stop worrying about me,

'cause I'll bury all of ya.

- Papa, will you listen?

- The child stays!

Conversation over.

The man has the personality

of a clenched fist.

- I heard that!

- Stash, would you shut up?

Mikey, black or white?

The usual?

He'll have black too, Bolek.

It's on the house.

Am I coming to stay

with you now?

Well, if you want.

That's your decision.

Good. Settled.

For how long?

For as long as you need me.

Good. Settled.

How come you whistled at the

funeral? No one else did.

Well, sometimes when your

heart is broke...

it's good to whistle.

- Is your heart broke?

- But it's still beating.

Otherwise, I would

be dead too.

Mine too.

I can't whistle.

Well, that's easy. You just take

your lips, and you make an "O."

Now blow.

That's good.

You got talent.

You son of a b*tch.

Mike!

- Come on. We're going over to Charlie's.

- I've got to go to work.

- Darn it.

- Ah, gee whiz.

Books, books, books,

all the time, books.

Ain't you gonna be a baker someday

like your grandfather, Mikey? Huh?

Just because it's right for me

doesn't mean it's right for him.

You know in this country,

a man can be any damn thing he wants.

All he has to do is work hard, pay attention

to the nuns and do his homework.

In that order?

Hey, you, more work,

less gawking.

Safe!

Peanuts, here's your peanuts.

Peanuts!

Hot roasted peanuts!

Peanuts, peanuts. Who wants to be

next here? Get your hot roasted peanuts.

Peanuts! Peanuts.

One bag here.

Hey, peanuts,

throw another one!

- Get it, get it, get it.

- I got it.

Get outta my way!

- Underneath ya!

- Ow!

Hey, you!

Give the kid back his ball.

Sit down, Gramps,

before I step on you.

- Give back his ball.

- You gonna make me?

Ow!

- My nose.

- Thanks, Grandpa.

I think... I think his

nose is broken.

Well, he deserved it.

He took my ball.

Well, hitting is no good.

You shouldn't hit.

Talk first.

Use the brains God gave ya.

Well, what if he still

doesn't listen?

Well, then you knock him

on his ass.

Gin.

You rushed me.

Hey, Rock. Someone

out front to see you.

- Mr. Holeczek?

- Yes. What is it, Sister?

You are the grandfather

of Michael Holeczek?

Yes, what's going on?

He's not hurt, is he?

Oh, God,Jesus, he's dead.

Worse than dead,

Mr. Holeczek. Damned.

- I'm gonna teach you...

- Ow!

Michael.

You recognize this?

"Week six:

Seventy-sixers plus three.

Seventy-sixers plus eight.

Seventy-sixers minus four."

Math?

Your nun that found it in

your desk teaches history.

It's not fair.

They go through your desks.

Well, they're nuns.

They can go wherever they want.

Fifteen years old,

already a bookie.

I am not.

I needed the money.

- What next? Robbing banks?

- I didn't steal anything.

Not yet.

Question of time.

I'm gonna be a doctor,

not a criminal.

You? You'll set fires

for insurance money.

- You'll be a white slaver.

- I will not.

- What do you know about

white slavers? - Never mind.

You're a kid. What the

hell you need money for?

What the hell is that?

- It's a birthday present.

- Birthday?

I don't even know

what day I was born.

Well, tomorrow's

Washington's birthday...

and I thought you and George Washington

could be born on the same day.

Oh, I gotta share it, huh?

Well, I got no use

for presents.

Well, maybe I didn't do it for you.

Maybe I did it for me.

Wow!

Dr. Holeczek.

- Stat!

- Coming through!

Clear.

Dr. Paulson, please call the page.

- We have V-tach.

- Recharge. Get Dr. Kelley.

- Charged.

- Clear.

Dr. Kelley

we have an emergency.

- Tell the intern I'll come as soon

as I can. - Thank you, Doctor.

- Where's Dr. Kelley?

- Not yet. Excuse me...

- Take her out of here, please.

- Please, please, please, outside.

- Is he gonna be all right?

- He's gonna be fine.

Please come with me.

He'll be absolutely fine.

- Lidocaine, 100 milligrams.

- I.V., Doctor?

No, into the heart.

Prepare a cardiac needle.

- Michael, the doctor will be here in

a few minutes. - This guy won't be.

Dr. Lawson. 4-5-7-0.

Nice goin', Michael.

Going into normal sinus.

Dr. Holeczek, call on 2-0.

He won't listen to

reason, Michael.

They turned off the water, the electricity,

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