Saturday Night Fever Page #8

you picked out most of it anyway.

- Well, super.

- Stephanie, I told you not to say "super."

Nobody says "super" anymore.

Can I get you a beer? Glass of wine?

No, man, it's all right.

Hey, I read that book you told me to.

You know, the...

Kerr or the Lawson?

- The Kerr.

- Should have read the Lawson.

Listen, if I can help you guys move in,

you just say the word. Be glad to help.

I'll get the rest of the stuff.

Stephanie, who is that guy?

He's an arranger, a record producer.

He wants to do films.

He's gonna move now

to a more expensive apartment.

I met him at the agency.

He didn't want his wife

to know how much money he had

until the divorce was final.

Come on. Let's go.

I mean, who is he to you, Stephanie?

That's what I'm talking about.

He's a friend of mine, okay?

He's a friend.

And I was living with him

for a little while.

Are you in love with this man or what?

I mean, tell me the story.

- That's all I'm asking, is the story.

- No, I'm not. We had a thing.

You know?

It didn't work out, and it's over now,

and he's my friend, and he still likes me.

He likes you. He likes you to have...

To have you around for a quick piece

when he feels like it.

He helped me, man. You don't know

what it's like at that place.

It's crazy. You don't know sh*t!

You know? I didn't know how to do stuff,

so I'd go to him and I would ask him,

and he would tell me how to do things.

And then I'd go back to work

and everything would be all right.

Otherwise, I'd be walking around

like an idiot,

going, "I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know."

- And he helps me. He does.

- Yeah, he helps you. Helps you what?

Get in and out of the sack?

Is that what he helps you do?

- He helped me.

- Sure.

What the hell do you

expect me to do, man?

What do you expect me to do?

He helped me.

Don't cry about it. I mean, you know.

All right, so he helped you.

That's good for you.

All right. Come on. Let's get out of here.

I'm sorry.

It's all right. Don't worry about nothing.

Don't worry about that.

Don't worry about nothing.

Stephanie, don't.

Look, we'll stop here for a while.

We'll sit down. All right?

Don't stop. Just take me home.

Just take me home, man.

No, come on, we'll sit here

for a while, all right?

Just, don't worry about nothing.

It's pretty, isn't it?

Sit down.

You know how tall that bridge is?

That bridge, that tower right there,

goes up 690 feet.

They got 40 million cars

going across there a year.

The concrete there,

they got almost three-quarter

of a million yards of concrete.

That's right.

The center span, right there,

is 4,260 feet long.

And with the on-ramps,

it all together totals, like,

something like 2.5 miles.

You know all about the bridge,

don't you?

That's right.

I know everything about that bridge.

You know what else?

They got a guy buried in the cement.

Yeah?

Know how it happened?

Well, they was working on it,

apparently, at the time.

And they, I guess,

they were pouring the cement,

and he slipped off, you know,

on the upper part of the bridge

and, you know, fell in.

Dumb f***.

- What a way to go.

- I come down here a lot.

You know, I get ideas.

Oh, yeah? What kind of ideas you get?

I don't know, daydreams, you know?

I daydream a lot.

Mr. Fusco, I come for what I got coming.

Tony. Come on.

Things got a little hot under the collar,

don't you think?

What are you talking about?

I don't want to lose you, Tony.

You're a good kid.

Customers like you.

I want you to stay on.

- You mean, I ain't fired?

- No. Come on. Here.

- Jesus Christ. I don't believe this.

- You got a future here, Tony.

Here, Harold's with me 18 years,

since I opened.

Mike, 15 years, huh?

Come on, now. Give Harold

a hand, huh? He's making a mess.

Pete, what are you doing?

Trying to get up to 70%?

Whoa, man.

I didn't know you hung your label on her.

What are you doing?

That guy's the biggest c*nt hound

in Bay Ridge.

Oh, my God.

I've been in serious danger.

It's no f***ing joke, Stephanie.

That guy's a f***ing sleazy whore.

I was dancing with the fella.

You know? Dancing.

- No, no. No, forget it.

- Come on. Let's dance, huh?

You disgust me, you know that?

- Well, what do you mean?

- Forget it.

- Forget it.

- Tony, I was just dancing with the guy.

Tony! Tony!

- Annette, what do you want?

- Just look. Look.

Oh, Jesus.

Beautiful, man. They got six or seven

of them in there and a couple of chicks.

Listen, why don't we wait till they get

down to about three, four people?

- Yeah, one or two?

- Tony!

- All right. I'm thinking, I'm thinking.

- Tony, listen, you gotta help...

- Shut up! Shut up!

- Back up, all right?

What are you doing?

What are you doing, Double J?

- Trying to back it up!

- What are you, crazy?

- Tony, I'm gonna get married.

- Shut up!

Come on, f***ers!

Tony!

Tony! Tony, help me! Please, God!

Hey, what the hell

you think you're doing, huh?

Ton!

Ton! Come here, it's me! Come on!

- Let's get out of here.

- You okay?

Jesus!

He chickened, man! Where is he?

Go, man! Go!

- Where the hell were you, huh?

- Tony, I was just driving around.

- Oh, Jesus Christ!

- I was looking for you. Where were you?

Hey, Gus. Did you get the number

of the truck that hit you?

Don't make me laugh, all right?

Do not make me laugh.

- Look at this. We don't love you, right?

- Right.

- We got them.

- Does that hurt?

Yeah, really, huh?

Hey, you guys really, you know,

you really kicked their asses?

Hey, come on, we got them

where they breathe, Italian style.

Yeah, that's great, you know.

Only, you know,

I ain't so sure it was the Barracudas.

Dr. Allison to Emergency.

Hey, what are you talking about?

You said it was.

No, I said it probably was.

Don't be pulling our legs now.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

- You said it probably was.

- Yeah, I said probably.

- That's what you told us.

- I said probably 'cause I wasn't sure.

You know? I mean,

it could've been a Spanish...

Stupid, f***ing bastard.

- We almost got our heads busted.

- Yeah, not you, lover.

You know, you got some f***ing pair

of balls on you, you know that, Gus?

- Hey, hey, come on.

- You know that?

Hey, you know, I had to say something.

Right? I had to lay somebody out for it.

What are you, stupid?

You can't see who hurt you, right?

Oh, my God, what are you doing?

If I said I didn't know who it was,

they would have got off. Come on.

Yeah, well, f*** you, Gus.

You know what I feel like doing?

I feel like breaking your broken leg.

That's what I feel like doing.

- Hey, come on.

- Let's get out of here.

Oh, God, I can't believe

this whole f***ing thing.

You wanna know something?

I could have killed him.

- You couldn't kill a f***ing crab lice.

- Oh, sh*t, what do you think I am?

- You think I'm a coward?

- What do you think you are?

Enough of that sh*t, already. I'm bored.

I'm bored with it, all right?

Hey, hey. Jeez, look at this.

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