Southside Page #5

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next week?

Huh?

I'm telling you,

he's gonna rip Sangster apart,

guaranteed.

Nice meeting you,

ma'am.

Yes, you too.

So next week,

huh, Mr. Murray?

Okay, Pascal.

No, Pascoe.

- Pascoe.

- Yeah.

See you next week,

Charlie.

Keep up the good work,

Travis.

(Travis)

Take care, sir.

So...

Jacko's gonna sh*t

when hears about this.

Hey, listen.

Hey, hey, you rip Sangster

apart next week,

hey, I think we got

a big deal with Mr. Murray,

I'm telling you,

with Charlie Murray.

All right, Travis?

Hey.

[Laughs]

[Kissing sound]

It's gonna be okay.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

Don't worry, Cora.

[Travis imitates

airplane crashing]

You missed me,

didn't you?

Not much.

See, I've been

to Wildman's

and, ah,

met with Charlie Murray.

What?

And sparred

with the f***in' King.

- No sh*t.

- Yeah.

He's another

f***in' fag,

you know that,

right?

Jacko, man, Jacko,

you would have

f***in' loved it, man.

I mean,

the gym is huge,

and the fighters

over there, man.

It's what we've been

training for, bro, J.T. Magic.

J.T. Maaa...

You know,

you're a f***in' a**hole,

you know that?

What?

Settin' me up

like that.

Who, Ralph?

It was just a goof.

Hey, a goof?

Mm-hmm.

Tellin' that fag

that I liked him?

What the f***?

I did you a favor, man,

giving you a fag to bash.

You ought

to thank me.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, you know,

I would have rather

had the redhead

with the tits.

Yeah, but the redhead

with the tits really wanted me.

Oh, don't they all.

Oh, you've noticed,

huh?

That's good.

You're a bright one.

You know,

I'm surprised...

I'm surprised Fletcher

didn't lock you up.

Bastard tried to,

but I got two days

in the lockup for that sh*t.

Yeah, you're lucky.

F***in' fags.

That just

ain't natural.

No, of course not.

If it was, God would have

created Adam and f***in' Bruce.

Or Travis and Ralph.

F*** off, dude.

I gotta keep runnin'.

Would you mind?

I gotta cash my f***in'

unemployment check.

Yeah.

Float

like a butterfly.

Sting like

a cruise missile.

Yeah.

I gotta freshen up.

Yeah, you do that,

all right?

- All right.

- See you tonight.

[Driving dance music]

[Crowd whooping and whistling]

(man)

Yeah!

Take it off!

Yeah!

Come on!

Come on!

Take it off!

[Cheering]

[Crowd whooping]

[Knocking]

(Travis)

Jacko!

[Knocking]

[Jacko moaning]

Jacko.

[Knocks]

Jacko.

[Knocks]

Hello.

Yeah.

Hey, pineapple boy.

Hey.

[Sniffs]

[Groans]

Oh, Christ.

Travis, it's too

goddamn early.

[Snorts]

Oh.

[Tom snoring]

[Jacko snorts]

[Groans]

What the f*** happened here?

A little tussle

with old Tom last night.

Yeah?

Real Kodak moment.

[Snorts]

What you doin'?

(Jacko)

Yeah, it's not enough I gotta

let him live here, right?

Ah, man, what happened

to your mom?

(Jacko)

Ah...

the f***er

knocked it down.

Oh, Christ.

Hey,

what about Edgar?

Does he still mess

with you?

Next time's

his last time.

I hear that.

You know,

I didn't know

if I was gonna see you

this morning.

Well, you're not the only one

in training.

Oh, yeah?

You still gonna get Dumiak?

Mm.

Same night you get Sangster.

[Sighs]

Thank you.

See you, Ma.

See you, Mrs. O'Mal.

[Door slams]

Huh?

[Bottle cap clinks]

[Coughs]

Hey, what are you gonna do

about Annie?

About what?

About when

we go to Vegas.

Well...

she wants to live there,

you know.

Well,

what do you mean?

In our place?

Relax, dude.

Nothing's settled yet,

all right?

[Man, singsongy]

Yoo-hoo, Travis.

- Hey, yo, man.

- F***in' Skids.

F*** him, dude.

F*** that.

Let's work.

F*** him.

Come on, let's work.

Come on.

Come on.

[Speaking

indistinctly]

[Both grunting]

So it's steak,

huh?

Yeah.

Travis needs his strength

for the fight tomorrow night.

Well, it's lucky

somebody picks up

an occasional shift at the mill

so we can afford steak.

You know, I'd be...

[throat clears]

I'd be nervous to watch,

but maybe if...

if you took me,

I could close my eyes

at the bad parts.

It would be nice

if we were there when he wins.

That's if he wins.

Oh,

he's gonna win.

Well, he didn't win

last time.

Besides, mill called

about a shift tomorrow night,

and we need the money,

what with eatin' steak and all.

Slam!

[Sobbing]

Just forget

the bastard, Travis.

He treats you

and your mom like dogs.

He wants me to lose.

You are not

gonna lose.

You are gonna win,

and we're going to Vegas

to have a life together.

You can do it.

We can get out

of this shithole.

That is

what you want...

isn't it?

Yeah, but Jacko is...

Jacko's a loser.

He always will be.

Do not let him

drag you down.

He's my friend.

If he was

your friend,

he would want

what's best for you,

which is us,

in the sunshine,

having a family.

But he wants

to come, Annie.

I mean, you know

it's all we ever talked about

since we were kids.

Well, you're

not kids anymore.

Let him get

his own place.

You need

to be with me.

Annie, I can't.

The fight.

Then after you win.

No, talk to Jacko,

all right?

And tell him about us?

Yeah.

Tomorrow night, ah,

after I win.

After you win.

Don't come to the fight,

okay, Annie?

Just stay home,

and I'll come right after.

Okay.

After I win.

Okay.

After you win.

[Ominous music]

[Gloved fists pounding]

[Ominous music]

[Spray canister rattling]

Mr. O'Malley says you're dead.

How's

your boyfriend?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Where's...

[sucking sound]

Travis?

(Dumiak)

Looks like I just rose

from the f***in'

grave, f*ggot.

What the f*** you gonna do now,

run back to your boyfriend?

Yeah, let's see who's pissing

down whose pants leg now.

Come on, I know you want

some of this, f*ggot.

Hold that

motherf***er down.

Hold that f***er.

[Men grunting]

(man)

Come on.

[Jacko grunts and metal bashes]

Ah!

[Metal bashes]

Ting!

Nobody calls me

a f***in' f*ggot.

Sangster said Travis

had a hard-on in the clinch.

It's a f***in' lie.

Everybody knows you're faggots!

[Sonorous pounding]

[Grunting]

[Panting]

All right.

[Sobs]

[Whimpering]

[Metal banging]

[Gasps]

F***.

[Whimpering]

What the f***?

(Jacko)

Shh!

Not so loud.

Jacko?

Hey, are we alone?

Yeah, man.

Turn the f***in' lights on.

[Sighs]

Hey.

Where'd you come from?

Uh, window out back.

I, ah, just figured

I'd surprise you.

Yeah, I nearly

sh*t myself, man.

Thought I went blind.

Yeah, it's from

too much jackin' off.

Man, what you

been doin'?

F***.

What do you mean?

Well, look at you, man.

Your... your jacket's all ripped.

I know; I know;

l... I f***in'... I did it...

Hey, what's on your face, man?

You look...

- l... I slipped, all right?

- You've been in a fight.

Coming through

the f***in' window,

and I ended up

with my head in the bowl,

f***in' blood

all over myself.

Always said

you were full of sh*t.

The f***, man?

Why aren't you ready?

Just think of it,

Jacko, man.

After tonight,

f***in' goin' pro.

Yeah, just think of it.

I'll kill

this f***er.

You know,

Northside has been mouthin' off.

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