Southside Page #7

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[Echoey]

He's got a way with the ladies,

just like

the old man.

[Cackling]

Come on, get dressed.

Hurry up.

Tom.

(Tom)

What?

Yo, hey, Gordy.

I wanna ask you something.

You know, I'd make

a great corner man.

(Gordon)

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

sure, sure, sure.

[Door shuts]

Jeez.

Sorry.

F*** me.

Sorry.

What have you

been doin' in there?

I don't know.

[Lock clicking]

I just didn't want to be seen.

Why not?

Who f***in' cares,

man?

We won.

We f***in' won,

Trav.

Yeah.

Yeah, man, I did.

I mean, l... I won.

God, man, l...

I gotta tell you, man.

L... I was f***in' magic tonight.

[Grunting]

F***in' A, Trav.

J.T. Magic.

Yeah.

[Panting]

So, um, did he get turned on

again like he did last time?

Who cares, man?

L... I won, right?

Las Vegas!

Right?

We got ourselves

a winner.

I know; I know;

I know.

I told you, huh?

[Both chuckling]

Hey,

Detective Fletcher.

Come to wish

our local boy the best.

Fletcher used to be

one of my best boys, Charlie.

Yeah,

I heard about him.

Real heavy hands.

Yeah, that's him,

yeah, yeah.

Uh, Mr. Murray

was just leaving, huh?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

I'll send the papers

around tomorrow.

All right,

good, good.

Nice meeting you,

detective.

Hey, top of the world,

huh, Charlie?

Top of the world,

Gordon.

Top of the world.

Gordon,

don't forget.

What?

Practice

wanting what you get.

[Chuckles]

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, Fletch, look,

I think he's down

in one of

the lockers, huh?

Hey, Fletch,

wait, wait, wait, wait.

Give Travis a chance to get

out of there, okay? Come on.

Look, post a man out back

behind the bathroom.

There's

no other way out.

Travis don't even

know he's there.

Give us a chance,

Fletch, please.

Give Murray and Travis time

to get out of here.

Come on.

Jesus, Donald.

You owe me this one.

You owe me.

So, uh,

let's go, huh?

- All right?

- Give... give me a minute.

Well, how much time

do you need, man?

I wanna go get

some p*ssy.

Come on.

Well, you don't want me cramping

your f***in' style, do you?

You know,

you're really starting

to make me laugh.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I mean, all this talk

about getting Dumiak.

Well, you're too scared to leave

the f***in' locker room.

Don't f***in'

push it, Travis.

I mean, he's probably

just pissing himself laughing,

you know?

Yeah, maybe...

and maybe not.

So, uh, why aren't

you going for him?

'Cause I already got him

on the way over here.

Him and...

two of his morons

in an alley,

spray-painting

"Travis sucks dick" on a wall.

I beat their heads in

with a pipe.

[Scoffs]

You know the last thing

Dumiak said

was Sangster told him you got

the hard-on in the clinch.

Yeah, well...

I mean, you were...

you were banging him

in the head with a pipe.

I mean, he would have

said anything.

But he didn't.

He said you got the hard-on.

Why are you so interested

in my hard-on anyway?

Maybe you're the f***in' f*ggot.

Watch your f***in' mouth,

Travis.

I mean, why is that,

Jacko?

You know?

Why are you so interested

in queers anyway?

F*** you.

You want to put

the f***in' gloves on,

do it your way,

that's fine, Travis,

but nobody calls me a fag.

I'm not gonna

fight you.

What, are you scared?

I just want

to go out.

Well, we'll f***in'

go out after this.

Dude, I'm not gonna

f***in' fight...

You are gonna

fight me, Travis.

You're my friend,

man.

This is stupid.

And so was Skids,

but he don't f***in'

come near you now,

does he, Travis?

Man, you're f***in' right

he don't.

You beat anyone

after the f***in' clinch.

Yeah, that's right.

- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

Me too, Travis?

Shut the f*** up.

Huh?

Man, just...

Shut up?

Yeah, f***in'...

f***in' shut up!

- F***in' shut up!

- You big f***in' f*ggot, huh?

Dude, I'm not gonna

fight you, all right?

Come on, Travis!

That's f***in' it,

isn't it?

You're just a fag!

Huh, are you

a f***in' fag?

Come on!

Hit me!

I'm f***in'

right here!

F***!

Why the f*** won't you fight me?

You're my friend, man.

This is f***ing stupid.

I mean, what is this

all about, anyway?

F***!

[Both grunting]

No, Jacko!

No, no!

No!

[Panting]

You're a f***in' f*ggot!

Wh... No, it's not

what you think, all right?

I f***in' felt it!

Felt what?

Christ, you f***in'

loved it, Travis!

You loved it!

I didn't love it, okay?

F***in' hate it.

It's... it's only in the clinch,

all right?

It's never, never

any other time.

You're

all psyched up.

Yeah, including

your f***in' cock,

you're psyched up?

Yeah, yeah, my cock,

other parts as well,

like my arms and my legs.

It don't make me f***in' queer.

I don't f***in' feel that way,

so why the f*** do you?

It's how I win my fights.

It's how I win all my fights!

It's only in the clinch.

Only happens in the clinch.

All the f***in'...

the times, you know,

that we f***in' been together.

So what?

I don't want to touch you.

I never... I never

thought nothin' like that.

L... you know?

I mean... I mean, how many times

you f***in' smacked me

on the ass, O'Malley?

Shut the f*** up.

I'm f***in' around.

You know that.

Yeah, well,

why'd you do it?

I mean,

for a laugh or because

it made you feel good?

F*** you, Travis.

F*** you.

What are you scared of, Jacko?

I'm not scared of nothin'.

You're scared of going to Vegas.

You're scared

of becoming a nobody.

Yeah, well, at least

I don't get a f***in' hard-on

grabbin' some f***in' guy.

You wanted it.

You f***in' wanted it,

you f***in' traitor!

You believed Dumiak.

Jesus Christ.

I thought about what

he f***in' said, Travis.

I mean, Jesus, think about it.

Just f***in' think about it

for a second.

You only f***in' win

after the clinch, right?

Skids and all of them.

It's only after

the f***in' clinch.

I mean, sh*t,

and that f***in'

bullshit story about Sangster

in the f***in' bathroom.

Sangster's

a f***in' queer.

Are they all fags, Travis?

Are they all f***in' fags?

Jacko.

I'm your friend.

I'm your friend.

N- Nothing

is different, okay?

Everything's

the same!

Sh*t, Travis,

nothing's the f***in' same.

I killed three f***in' guys

because they just f***in'

said we were queer.

They just f***in' said it,

that's all.

I mean, Jesus Christ,

that f*ggot Ralph

was f***in' lookin' at you.

You didn't kick his f***in' ass!

Don't you think

I saw that?

[Whimpering]

Yeah, big f***in' laugh, right?

S-Settin' up f***in'...

Uhn!

Settin' up Travis

with a f***in'...

f***in' queer,

right?

It makes me wonder, you know.

Like...

[sobbing]

What can... what can

they see in me, you know?

Like, what... what's wrong

with me, you know?

No, I mean, you know,

when I'm in the ring,

feeling like that,

you know, I wanna f***in'...

f***in' smash somebody,

f***ing kill somebody.

I'm f***in' feeling...

it feels so f***in' good!

I feel great!

[Sobbing]

I mean...

And afterwards, man.

[Sobbing]

I'm f***in' scared, man.

I mean, l...

When I'm in the clinch,

you know...

Um...

I like it, man.

[Sniffs]

It turns me on, okay?

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