The Bronx Bull Page #5

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[INAUDIBLE]

Looks like nobody's left but the sicko.

Come on. Come on.

Don't touch me, you motherf***er!

Come on, we wanna see that p*ssy!

Let's see that f***ing p*ssy!

Hey!

Let go and use the f***ing door.

Get your f***ing hands off of me.

Come on, do the right thing and go home.

Don't f***ing tell me what to do,

you f***ing piece of sh*t,

f***ing guinea wop.

Why don't you mind

your own f***ing business?

This is my business.

[GRUNTS]

F***ing motherf***er!

Come on, you motherf***er!

[GROANING]

Jesus. What, are you

trying to kill him?

I don't know.

I hit him with a body shot.

You better get out of here.

If this guy's f***ed,

they're gonna throw you in jail.

All right, let me know he's okay.

I'll take care of him.

All right, that's it.

Hey, get up. Come on,

that don't look so bad.

Throw a drink down this prick, will you?

Pick up that dollar.

[CAR HORN HONKING]

[WHISTLING]

Hey. Tonight's your last night

in the club, okay, champ?

Tony, I didn't mean

to hurt the guy that bad.

Hey, this has nothing to do

with that, okay? Get in the car.

Ah... I'm gonna walk.

Really?

[CAR DOOR SLAMS]

Get in the f***ing car.

Get in the f***ing car.

- Thanks.

- Thanks.

You're gonna take this car...

Jerry.

And, uh, this gun.

...and you're gonna drive it to, uh...

this here address here, okay?

See? Okay.

At exactly 4 a.m.,

this guy

is gonna walk out of that building.

All right?

And you're gonna...

You're gonna go up to him.

You're gonna go, "pop!"

One in the head. Pop.

One in the heart.

All you gotta do after that,

spend your money.

I gotta hand it to you, Tony.

What?

You know, it's you guys...

you guys are the ones

that should have your own

little comedy act.

I don't know, you're kinda like

the mafioso version

of Laurel and Hardy.

[LAUGHS]

TONY:
Really?

Huh.

Nah, ain't nothing funny

about this, uh...

this line of work, Jake.

Nothing funny at all.

You know why?

Do you know why?

Because there's this little girl

down in Florida, named, uh...

Lisa.

Yeah, she's hung...

Motherf***er!

You threaten my family,

- I will f***ing kill you!

- JERRY:
Let him go!

You f***ing motherf***er!

Splash your brains all over

this f***ing car right now!

I don't give a f***!

[GUN CLICKING]

[FOG HORN WHISTLING DISTANTLY]

[GRUNTS]

Hey, hey!

Stay with me.

Stay with me, you rat f***.

There are people in this town

that want you dead.

You understand me?

If I was you, I would get out of town,

I would change my name

and I would never come back.

I would disappear off the face

of the f***ing planet.

You got me?

You understand me?

[GRUNTS]

[BODY THUDS]

[GROANING]

I ever see you again,

what you got tonight is gonna seem like

your f***ing prom night.

[GRUNTS]

[GROANING AND GURGLING]

[ROCK MUSIC]

[MOANING]

RICK:

Cut, cut, cut!

Listen, listen, listen.

Kids, kids. You gotta put

more feeling into it.

You know what I'm talking about here?

Look, look, just take five minutes,

and then we'll do it again, all right?

Hey, Jake, Jake, listen,

how would you like to be in a movie?

Let's not go through this again.

No, but listen, I'm getting ready

to make a real, legitimate film.

Get the f*** outta here.

You, make a legitimate film?

I got this idea. I'm gonna

call it Cauliflower Cupids.

I figure I use you

and a couple of the ex-champs,

plus I already got Jane Russell.

Jane Russell?

I guess Jane Russell

wouldn't do a f*** film.

I'll tell you what,

you got Jane Russell,

you got my humble opponent.

Attaboy.

A real, legitimate movie.

[ROCK MUSIC]

JAKE:

Guy walks by Rocky,

and he says to Rocky, he says,

"Is that a full moon?"

Rocky says, "I don't know,

I'm not from

this neighborhood."

Are we telling stories,

or are we playing cards?

The f*** you talking about?

It's your bet.

[CHIPS CLATTER]

Fifty dollars.

Hey, Ray!

Hey, Ray.

Thanks for the beers.

F*** you.

You get the next ones.

Look at this guy over here.

You don't consider

how many fights were fixed

on your behalf.

If he can fly one more time,

seven, right?

F***ing motherf***er.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

You guys been f***ing around, huh?

I got a lot of money

invested in this movie.

I need your full attention,

even during the breaks.

We're playing cards here, can't you see?

Rocky, I can see what you're doing.

That ain't what I'm paying you for.

- [SCOFFS] Barely paying us...

- JAKE:
Hey, Rick, you know,

considering the amount of money

you're paying us,

you're lucky we don't hang you

from the rafters.

Ha, ha. Thanks for the support,

you prick.

Guys, come on, deal the cards.

Hey, they're getting ready

for their next shot.

You knuckleheads better be ready.

- Yeah, we'll...

- Yeah, we'll be right in!

MAN:

Sugar Ray, you're in. Ten bucks.

[SIGHS]

[CHIPS RATTLING]

- Oh, boy.

- Jake, darling,

be a doll, take me to get some aspirin.

I have a splitting headache,

and no one around here

seems to have any aspirin.

Yeah, sure, Jane, I can do that.

All right, fellas,

I'll see you around, huh?

Let me ask you something.

What the f*** do these women see in him?

[LAUGHTER]

How's your headache, baby?

What headache?

[LAUGHS]

Oh, yeah.

I heard about you. They told me

you was just one of the boys.

[BLUES PLAYING OVER RADIO]

I saw you fight once.

Yeah?

Just once?

It was enough.

[LAUGHS]

You're an animal!

I am an animal.

Absolutely an animal.

You wanna have dinner with me tonight?

I don't know.

Are you turning me down?

Who the hell would turn you down?

Well, you'd be surprised.

Pfft.

You must be hanging out with a bunch

of Hollywood fanooks

or something. I mean...

You know, straight-blooded...

Shut up.

[LAUGHS]

You must be starving or something.

Huh?

[LAUGHS]

I am.

So will you have dinner with me?

I don't know,

dinner's a whole other thing.

Besides, Rick, he's gonna be pissed.

Oh, f*** Rick.

Well, Rick thinks he's, like...

No, f*** Rick, okay?

No, Rick's trying

to be Errol Flynn right now.

He's, like, got all this

f***ing sh*t going on.

Did you see him in that one picture

with that chick

holding a gun up like this?

I'm telling you, the guy thinks

he's f***ing Mannix.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

That's why they called it

the Bronx cheer.

Where the f*** have you two been?

I'm trying to make a movie here,

we're already two days behind!

What do I look like, Howard Hughes?

Oh! Don't flatter

yourself, Rick!

You couldn't lick the sweat

off of Howard Hughes's balls.

[CHUCKLES]

So where were you?

Do you f*** her in a trailer?

Get the f*** outta here.

She asked me to drive her

to get her some aspirins.

- And what else?

- Nothing.

I mean, she did ask me out to dinner.

You are a miserable

f***ing double-crosser.

What do you want me to do?

She finds me irresistible.

Yeah, well, that ain't right.

You know that.

That ain't right, you f***!

Jesus Christ, Rick, look at you.

I'm telling you,

this Hollywood thing

is gonna ruin you, hmm?

You're gonna end up

with an ulcer or something.

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