The King of Marvin Gardens Page #8

I know about Hawaii.

You send a guy down there - You send a flunky

down there, you don't get anything big.

You can't send a flunky down there.

You send Jason.

Of course he's got ideas of his own. What do

you expect? That's what you like about him.

That's why he's working this job for you.

That's the way you got started.

You think everything goes down

one thing right after another?

Everything's settled over a lobster dinner?

It doesn't work that way.

I send him on errands.

The next thing is he wants his own island.

- For a venture.

- Sure. Craps, roulette.

He'll make a fortune for me.

He's gonna be the new Conrad Hilton.

He wants to start off for himself

like you started off for yourself.

That's all there is to that.

He's just like you.

Look, son, if Jason's tired of Atlantic City...

I'll send him to Hawaii.

Fine.

You wanna go along, also fine.

We'll buy you boys some kind

of pineapple stand down there.

[Chuckles]

How's that?

Maybe I know my brother

a little better than you.

One thing about him -

If he insists he's still workin' for me...

his ass is gonna rot in correctional

for two to five on an auto-theft felony.

[Glass Slams On Bar]

[Groans]

Listen, son.

I'll invite him to live

in my own residence...

but no business.

You I can talk to.

You and me could work up

some sweet deals.

Jason's no businessman.

Can't he understand?

He won't listen to my opinion.

I think he's an artist.

[Wind Whistling]

[Ship Horn Blows In Distance]

[Grunts]

Who is Lewis?

Some pitiful shine off the streets -

moderate brains.

I was his goddamn turning point, Brother.

That's right. Jason Staebler.

Lewis was nickels and dimes

when he met me.

- You're living in his suite.

- Oh, what are you talkin' about?

The man was hustling numbers

on Baltic Avenue when I met him.

I built up his entire organization.

And if you think for one second, David,

that I need Lewis to sew up Tiki Island...

you're dead wrong, so forget it.

Well, don't tell me. Tell the Japanese.

[Door Opens]

I don't want you in the shower, honey,

unless you're totally packed.

- I'm totally packed!

- Thank you.

I don't even know why you and I

are discussing Japanese...

because Mount Fuji-face only knows Lewis

because I picked up some real estate for him.

Yeah, with whose money?

Who paid for it, Jason? Him or you?

Oh, come on. What are you talking about?

I got guys - seven, eight figures -

calling me all the time...

asking what they should do

with their loose cash.

Thousands of 'em. I can't sleep at night.

The telephone's ringin' all the time.

Oh, David. For Christ's sake!

Look how close we are.

What are you letting us

get our wires crossed now?

Just let me row us into shore,

will you, please?

Close? You keep pretending

that the charges don't exist.

He wants me out of his hair.

Is that what you're saying? I'm out.

Let Lewis clear up the phony rap.

Do you realize

I have absolutely nothing to pack?

Nothing?

I've left a thousand places.

This is the first time I've had no packing.

You see, David, if everything

don't work out for you like magic...

then it's all a mirage.

I've been knocking around this old world

a little longer than you have...

and I can tell you one thing right off the bat -

it ain't never that easy.

Do you know, even my makeup kit is empty.

Plan "A" busts, you switch to plan "B,"

with "C" and "D" to fall back on.

And then maybe you end up with something.

A lot of plans.

You know, David, I think you'd be happier

back in Philadelphia living with Grandpa.

Every week for $110

you can rehash the same old bullshit...

that you have been boring me to death with

since I was 15 years old.

What about her, Jason?

What are you gonna do with her?

Send her home from Hawaii in a basket?

What are you, the consulting psychiatrist

or something? I happen to be right here in

the room with you, you little snot-nose kid!

- Can't you see I'm trying to have

a conversation with my brother?

- Yes, I can see that.

- Now, will you get in that room

and pack your bag right away!

- I don't have anything to pack!

- We've got a limousine, Sally.

It's due here inside of an hour.

- I told you. All right.

I don't care whether

you have anything to pack or not.

Go downstairs and buy a magazine then.

Just do me a favor, darling.

Don't go to pieces on me right now.

- Mm-hmm.

- [Sighs]

Look, we'll leave Sally here.

Then Jessica, you and I can go together...

settle the backing,

and then we'll send for Sally.

You still think there's a deal!

Your household is crumbling, and you're putting

together a multimillion-dollar real estate deal.

That's just great. You two run off with Jessie

and leave me here alone.

- You two pulling Jessie's titty in the hot sand.

- I'm going back to Philadelphia...

- and you are going to stand trial on Friday.

- Good. Good.

- There's not gonna be a trial.

How many times I gotta tell you that?

- Jason.

- Can't you think? Huh?

- Jason. Is that what you're gonna do?

Now, just be quiet, will you, darlin'?

You want to know why nobody can ever

have a conversation with you?

It's very simple.

You cannot keep the issues straight.

Jason, just - Jason, are you gonna leave me?

- Well, let's just drop it then.

- No, let's not just drop it then.

I mean, you want Jessica to stay and take care

of Sally, that's fine with me, David.

I merely thought that the girl

would be an added attraction. That's all.

Actually, this way it's much better,

because now together, you and I,

can go down and close the deal.

Oh, Christ, Jason!

Will you wake up for one minute?

Will you open your eyes?

Open your ears!

Okay, okay. The big problem

is where to dump me. Isnt it?

Well, isn't it?

How's this? I'll shoot myself, huh?

Then the three of you can run off to

the South Sea Islands together. How's that?

How's this? You just stop acting crazy

for a minute, huh?

- You want me to have to beg you, is that it?

- Don't be rigid, Jason.

- That's a perfectly good solution.

- I am not being rigid, sweetheart.

I'm simply telling you, get your ass

into the bedroom, or I'll shoot you myself.

Now, we've both had a bellyful of you.

How's this? I'll shoot your brother David,

and then I'll go off to the gas chamber...

and you can run off with Jessica, which is what

you've been wanting to do for a long time.

- Just give me the gun.

- Isnt it, Jason?

- Just give me the gun.

- Isnt it, Jason?

Now, let me tell you what's number one with me.

You want to really know?

It's my brother. Now, for 30 years, David and I

have been trying to get together on something.

We finally have an opportunity.

We are very close.

And if you think for one second

that you're gonna chase him back to Philly...

with all the scene

you're putting on here...

and then it's gonna be Jessica and you and me

playing ukuleles forever in the sand, forget it!

No, ma'am. Never.

So get a grip on yourself.

You wait a minute! Just a minute, you!

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