Snake Eyes Page #2

Yeah, sure, if they're open.

With extra cheese?

I don't care. I don't care!

I'm not gonna eat it!

Pepperoni, sausage,

Canadian bacon...

Listen, why don't you just get

the deluxe and save time, all right?

Look, I got business.

Call me back in five. There he is!

- You got a pass, sir?

- It's all right. He's with me.

- There's the man

whose life I want! - You're late.

You know me. Always upholding justice.

When did you get in?

Last night. I flew in from Norfolk

with Powell and the secretary.

- Hey, is that him?

- Tuck in your shirt and I'll introduce you.

Jesus! I get you a front row seat,

and you show up lookin' like Don Ho.

Well, pardon my savoir faire, Admiral.

Why are you so uptight? It's fight night!

I'm runnin' security tonight.

I got a lot on my mind.

Kirkland's high profile.

He's all over the news...

...and brings the nutcases

out of the woodwork.

He's a real publicity hound.

Look at this.

And now, the distinguished

secretary of defence...

...of the United States of America,

Mr Charles Kirkland.

And seated next to him is a man

that needs no introduction.

Great idea. Put a flashing light

on your head while you're at it.

Your host for the evening,

Mr Gilbert Powell!

- Maintain focus

on the principal, mister. - Sorry, Commander.

- Got your locator on?

- Yes, sir.

- Go cover the west exit.

- Yes, sir.

Oh, and throw in a couple martinis

while you're at it.

- It's fight night.

- Look. See that blip? That's him.

Look at you, 007.

Man, I'm so impressed.

I wanna get your

autograph or somethin'.

I can picture us like yesterday,

workin' summers on the beach...

...carrying the oars back

across the hot sand.

No, me I can picture

carrying the oars.

You were usually under the boardwalk

with a cute piece of jailbait.

- It's me, your lucky number!

- Listen, I gotta hit you up for something.

Mikey's crazy about submarines right now.

I mean, everything's submarines with him...

...and he wanted me to ask you

if you'd get him a ride on one.

Well, sure, Rick. We'll dock the Polaris

right out at the steel pier.

Come on. This is the kind

of thing godfathers do. Come with us.

I promise I won't

embarrass the brass.

I haven't been on the water since the Renville,

but I'll pull some strings for Michael.

- How's Angela?

- Fat, fantastic. I love her.

What about the other one?

What's her name? Candy?

Monique. Skinny, mean, expensive.

I love her.

- Ow, yeah! Ow! Yeah!

- Come on.

Yeah! Look at...

Yeah, baby!

Go, baby! Yeah!

You got a wife, a kid,

a house in Margate...

...a girlfriend

and an apartment.

Bein' a cop

pays six figures now?

I save coupons.

Are you my conscience?

You could use one.

Does Angela know about Monique?

See, now there's a good idea. What are

you gonna do, turn me in again?

That was just to teach you a lesson.

You never shoplifted again, did you?

- No, I never got caught again. Angela's

happy, trust me. - Angela's not happy.

She's just uninformed. Maybe if she knew

the rules, she could play the game too.

Listen, if Angela knew the rules,

there would be no game.

Rule number one:

Angela can't know all the rules.

Look, I'm not like you, Kevin. I can't have

sex with the same woman for 20 years.

- It's not natural.

- Terry likes to talk to me during sex.

Last night, she called me from a hotel.

Go, Lincoln!

Does that

seem right to you?

Kevin, that is right

in so many ways.

No, I mean, who's she with?

Not the guy next to her.

Beautiful woman

alone at a fight.

Sexy lady.

What's the problem?

You've gotta get outta this town.

You know that, don't you?

Would you stop going all Jiminy Cricket on me.

You can't help yourself, can you?

No, really. I mean,

get your butt down to D.C.

I call a few guys I know from Annapolis,

arrange some interviews...

...get you a G.S. Rating,

you're in our programme.

Bureau of Diplomatic Security pays double what

your salary is here, and the money's clean.

All right, all right. You gotta fix

my life later. I got money on this.

I wanna stay in a good mood. You know,

keep positive. Because this is fight night!

Don't make Michael

grow up here.

This isn't a beach town

any more. It's a sewer.

But it's my sewer, Jiminy,

and I love it.

I kick around about six square blocks.

Everybody knows me.

I got the whole town wired. Someday if I

manage to get my face on TV a few times...

...maybe I'll run for mayor or something,

but that's as far as I want to go.

Because I was made for this sewer,

baby, and I am the king!

He's taunting the champ

mercilessly.

I haven't seen

this kind of disrespect...

...shown to a heavyweight

champion in the ring since...

Would you stop playing

and fight!

- Buster Douglas.

- Buster Douglas, exactly.

The condition he's in,

sooner or later...

- Look at Ruiz dance around! The crowd is

loving it! - She's not watching the fight.

- Or hating it.

- Or hating it. Exactly.

What they came to see tonight was a

professional heavyweight championship fight...

...and that is not

what they're getting...

...and you better believe they are letting

these fighters know it.

You know, I seriously wonder just how

seriously the champ is taking this fight.

The champ has shown up here tonight

in the worst condition of his career.

Yeah, I've got

to agree with you.

- There was a lot of speculation

about the condition he was in. -

Hello? Hey, baby,

kind of a bad time right now.

What? All right.

Guess quick, okay?

All right. The hint was, you really

want it and it'll keep you warm.

No, Monique, it's not that. I mean, I had

that. It goes where I go. You know what l...

Hang on. Wha... Oh, Jesus, Angela!

The fight's starting.

What? The deluxe

has meatballs, baby!

All right, I gotta go.

The fight's starting.

Listen, I gotta go.

The fight's starting.

Hey, I dig affection, baby,

but not while I'm driving.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- That seat's taken.

Oh, but you can sit here.

- Well, I'll just need one minute.

- Me too.

- It's in the pocket.

- Have you been writing to me?

Yeah, go Sea Devils!

Holy cow!

The challenger is down! Ruiz is down!

What a punch

by Lincoln Tyler!

Ruiz was pushing it! He was...

- He head-butted!

- Oh, he head-butted! It's a head-butt!

- Here comes the pain, baby!

- Oh, he must not... Didn't he see that?

- Here comes the pain! - This is a potentially

devastating blow to the champ.

I can't see if it's opened up

a cut over his eye or not.

We saw it in the Holyfield-Tyson match,

and we see it here.

- You're a bum, Lincoln Tyler!

How can you... - He's down!

Listen to me, Mr Secretary. I am telling you,

you are the one that's gonna be sorry.

Get back! Neutral corner.

Hello. What?

Who are you? Where?

My lucky number?

What?

Principal is down.

Hey!

Kevin! Kevin, he's down!

The man is down!

Get outta here!

Oh, yeah?

Screw you, man!

Tommy, get this scum

out of here!

- Oh, Jesus.

- There were two hits. The girl next to me...

...she threatened him, took something,

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