Southside Page #2

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Save some of that

for Sangster,

for Christ sakes,

all right?

Jesus Christ, next week,

you'll kill this Northside a**hole.

Ha, ha, ha!

Hoo-hoo!

(man)

Hey, hey.

(Jacko)

Ha, ha!

What the hell

is he doing here?

Get him out of here.

He's my bud.

I don't give a sh*t.

Goddamn it,

Murray's sending

his scout

from Vegas,

and you got to be ready,

you hear me?

So stay focused,

all right?

Let's go.

Ah, hey, hey, hey, hey.

[Singing wedding march]

Da, da, da-da, da, da, da,

da, da-da-da, da...

Ow, goddamn it.

Ow.

F***in' leg.

Hey, fellas,

what the hell is this?

A f***in' hen party?

Stop cackling,

and go to work!

You want to be

professional boxers,

you gotta act

like them. Work!

Goddamn it.

Ah, sh*t.

Ach.

Uh.

Hey, hey, hey!

That's the way

I want to see you hit!

Yeah, that's it!

Ow, goddamn leg,

you son of a b*tch.

F***.

Ach.

Word on the street is,

you're betting heavy

on this one.

Oh, yeah?

F*** the streets.

You borrowing from the sharks

to feed the bookies?

That ain't smart,

Gordon.

Oh, yeah?

Was it smart wasting my life

in this shithole, huh?

I'm telling you, Donald,

this kid is my shot, my shot.

I don't want to see you get shot

before you get there.

My best shot

since you.

Don't bet your life

on a goddamn fight, Gordon.

Yeah?

Wouldn't be the first time,

would it, huh, champ?

(Jacko)

Travis, Amy Colletti's tits

are not real.

Yeah, well,

they still make my dick hard.

Brenda Berman's tits

are real, all right?

She takes her top off,

they're, like, down here.

They make

my dick hard too.

(Jacko)

Everything makes

your dick hard.

What's wrong?

Your boxing buddies

are a little pissed off?

Ah, f*** 'em.

I got no friends

in the ring.

(Jacko)

You ain't got many friends

outside the ring either.

Well, that's because I hang out

with a madman like yourself.

Nice fight, Skids.

Nice face, O'Malley.

The way I do it,

there's no prick

in a bow tie

stepping in

to save your ass.

[Scoffs]

You do that

a little bit too well,

big boy.

You know what,

you f***in' wet nurse?

I'm right here.

Let's go.

Yeah,

imagine that,

the two of you talking

about pricks and asses.

The f***

did you say?

What the f***

did he just say?

- He's just pissed...

- F*** you!

Hey, he's just pissed

that the scout's

coming to see me,

not him.

All right?

F*** 'em all, man.

I win this fight,

and we are off to...

(both)

Las Vegas!

- Give me your magic.

- That's right, baby.

Sh*t, all those

horny showgirls, baby.

- Mm, mm.

- The whole f***in' place.

It's gonna

be ridiculous.

Oh, yeah, ooh,

and speaking of p*ssy...

Hmm?

You, ah...

you got a rubber?

What, did you run out

of clean socks?

[Mockingly laughs]

F*** off, dude.

Annie says I finally score

if I bring a rubber tonight.

Oh, thank you.

You know what?

Give her one for me,

all right?

[Chuckles]

Remember, Travis,

it's not how deep you fish.

It's how you wiggle the worm.

All right?

[Door slams]

[Sighs]

Boy, it's getting

a little stuffy in here,

isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

Why don't you

get out of here, huh?

Yeah, you know what?

I think, uh, we should...

we should get out of here.

Yeah, good idea.

Get out.

Excuse me.

You're excused.

Well, that's so f***in'

kind of you.

Yeah.

Look, you're

in training, Travis.

I don't want you hanging out

with this guy.

Okay, you're my manager,

not my f***in' father.

No, I'm your...

no, I'm your friend, Travis,

your... maybe

your only friend.

Look, this fight

can change your life.

Don't f*** it up.

Hey, don't worry,

okay?

I'm... I'm gonna kill

this a**hole.

All right, all right,

all right, all right.

Now, get out of here.

Go to bed early, huh?

Jesus.

I'll be in

by 10:
00, Mom.

Yeah, be in by 10:00.

That kid.

F***in' sh*t!

Bang!

[Street noises]

[P.A. Audio feedback]

[Man, echoey]

Welcome to the Blitz club,

ladies and gentlemen,

boys and girls,

girls and girls, boys and boys,

and I don't care

what combination you are in,

because I judge not

lest I shall be judged.

Domino Nabisco,

cheese and crackers...

Bop, bop, bop,

bop, bop.

And, ladies

and gentlemen,

we have a lot of action

going on here tonight,

action,

as you can see.

Is he alive or dead

or what?

Or what.

Okay,

moving right along.

Look at this lovely

young couple right here.

My gosh, you better get yourself

a hotel room real quick.

Or you can have

the backseat of my car,

which is parked

right in the alleyway.

However, if you get in the backseat

of my car, I wish to join you.

My god, you are so cute.

Come here.

[Kissing sounds]

Who else

do we have here,

ladies and gentlemen,

that I know?

[Singsongy]

Oh, my gosh, it's Traaaviiis!

Hello, Travis.

How are you?

You want to box me,

boxing boy?

Come on,

boxing boy.

Let's go box.

Come on, come on,

boxing boy.

Oh, ooh,

he's so lovely, huh?

Is he tough

or not?

I love him, huh?

Give me a big kiss,

you big, big hunk of white meat.

[Kissing sound]

I love this guy.

Is he cute or what?

Huh?

Yes!

Get out of here.

I love you.

Don't forget to tip

the waitresses.

They gotta pay

to get in too.

Catch you later.

F***in' a**hole,

you told him.

I couldn't resist.

[Crowd chattering]

Whap!

- Uh!

- Sh*t!

(man)

Hey, hey, back off!

Just back off!

Back off!

If that hand

don't come up empty,

I'll break it,

I swear.

That f***in' prick

started it.

Lyin' f***,

f*** you!

Just get out!

None of that

Northside-Southside

crap in here, right?

You understand?

Just go!

I want my f***in'

money back.

(man)

Yeah, you want

your money back.

Come on, let's go!

Let's go.

F***.

What a nutcase

you are, man.

- Yeah.

- Just like your old man.

Yeah, it's f***in'

family tradition,

all that sh*t.

Ah, yeah, touching.

(man)

Hey, hey, Northside eats sh*t.

- Yeah.

- Your old man'd be proud of you,

you know that?

[Dribbling]

(Jacko)

F*ggot!

The f***!

I got a f***in' message

for Dumiak.

You tell him Mr. O'Malley

says he's f***in' dead.

Yeah, yeah,

all right, man.

F*** you!

F*** you!

Ah, you're breakin'

my f***in' neck, man.

And you're f***in' pissing

all over your pants.

Now, give me

the f***in' message.

Let me hear it.

Let me hear

the f***in' message!

All right!

Mr. O'Malley

says you're dead.

Now, f*** off!

Oh!

Piece of sh*t.

[Coughs]

[Grunting]

[Coughing]

What the f***

are you looking at?

(Annie)

Now, what do we do with this?

Mm.

This.

[Balloon squealing]

What?

[Laughing]

Oh.

[Giggles]

"To improve the quality

of lovemaking...

roll on from end."

That's... that's...

that's good.

[Breathing deeply]

What's up?

Think I'll go

for a run.

With that on?

It does

look like rain.

[Giggles]

[Seagulls squawking]

Thank you.

[Clears throat]

So how did you sleep

last night?

[Sighs]

I was up late

watching videos.

It's a tough life.

Ah, somebody's

gotta do it.

So you're looking

really terrific.

Anyway, I think we might have

got off on the wrong foot.

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