The Motel Life Page #3

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Yeah, you could do that.

I might have a better option.

The Tyson Douglas fight.

- I don't think so, Tommy.

- Hey.

Frank, Frank! Come here.

Listen, look, I know

this one's good.

And... and... and I just...

I just need help getting there.

- I just need a little bit of money.

- Tommy.

It's Jerry Lee, okay?

Hey man, I'll give you my car.

The odds are 40 to 1.

We bet 250 cash. Alright?

That means, worst case,

you're walking out of there with at

least 150 bucks cash and my car.

When's the fight?

Tonight.

I want the keys to your car.

Right before we place the bet,

okay, I get the keys.

- Deal?

- That's a deal, Frank.

And don't tell Jerry Lee about

selling the old man's gun.

My brother loved that a**hole.

Jesus, Al, what the

hell happened to you?

You're not gonna f***ing

believe it, Frank.

Walking home last night,

after I rented a movie,

a couple of those f***ing

redneck bastards

were waiting for me outside

that gay bar on Virginia.

The one with the numbers on the outside.

Near the vegetarian joint, you know.

A-a-anyway...

they, uh, called me a queer,

they pushed me down, and, uh,

kicked the sh*t outta me, man.

I thought I was gonna die.

It was that bad.

Finally I just curled up

into a cannonball,

- and tried to wait it out, you know?

- Yeah.

All 'cause I was walking by that place and

wearing my acid-washed jean jacket.

- I mean, what the f***?

- Jesus, let me see.

It's just a jacket.

F***, I didn't even know who

the f*** those guys were.

I never seen them before

in my life, Frank.

Hi.

Gue-gue-guess what

movie I was renting.

What?

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang for Christ's

sakes. Chitty Chitty Bang Bang!

It was a Saturday and I felt like

being in a good mood, you know?

Yeah.

F***, man.

Sh*t, I remember one of

'em stole the movie.

He-he-he-he picked it up and looked

at it, and then he just took it.

- What kind of sick f*** steals a movie?

- Hey, Al...

- your nose is... starting...

- F***. Ah, sh*t.

Jesus Christ, I thought you

weren't gonna show up.

- I told you I'd be here.

- Fight's starting in an hour.

You're a crazy bastard

if you go through with it.

Hey, shut the f*** up, Al.

Heh, I wouldn't bet dead

dick on Buster Douglas.

Hey, Frankie, don't listen to Al. Remember

he just got out of the loony bin.

Yeah, you're f***ing crazy.

Buster Douglas is gonna

bust the sh*t out of him.

No he ain't.

Hey.

The Tyson Douglas fight

is about to begin.

Please place your final bets

in the sports book upstairs.

And good luck from your friends

at the Cal-Neva Casino.

250 on Douglas, please.

The undefeated heavyweight

champion of the world!

Mike Tyson!

We're almost 90 seconds

in and as yet,

Tyson has done no real

damage to Buster Douglas.

All that can change with one big

shot. It's always sudden death.

That was a good round for Douglas.

Probably the best round

I've ever seen him fight.

Let's see if Douglas

can sustain it.

Tyson seems less aggressive

than is normally the case,

perhaps a little frustrated.

This is totally uncharacteristic of

Mike Tyson. He's just... he's not on.

That's a good right hand,

and a good right uppercut,

and two good right

hooks by Douglas!

He got it, he got it,

he got it, he got it.

I don't think I've

seen Tyson absorb

this kid of punishment ever

in his professional career.

Another right hand and now

Tyson seems to be wobbling!

Buster Douglas is completely

dominating this round!

Please move out of

the way, thank you.

And down goes Douglas!

As suddenly as that!

- F***, f***, f*** get up!

- I told you.

Come on! Get up! Come on! Get up!

Tyson came off the ropes with

that terrific right uppercut.

Buster! I love you Buster!

Let's see what Mike

can do to finish.

And the bell sounds to save Buster

Douglas at the end of round eight.

Tyson needed something

like that desperately,

to show the real

champion that he is.

Let's see what Douglas can do when

he comes out for the next round.

Clearly he was out on his

feet as the bell sounded.

Oh! What a right hand by

Tyson to begin the tenth round!

Douglas comes back with

a left and a right!

Three solid shots,

right on Tyson's face!

Douglas comes back with

a left and a right!

Tyson is wobbling!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t!

9,450.

Holy f***.

That's more money

than I've ever had.

- That's more money than I've ever seen.

- It barely fits in my wallet.

Let's go to the strip club.

Have fun, Al.

Here.

I was right, Frank.

This time I was f***ing right.

You were.

I just don't want a minivan or

another f***ing station wagon.

Okay.

Hey, now that we've

got some dough...

We'd probably be able to

find the kid's folks easier.

- They gotta be out there somewhere.

- I don't think he's got anyone.

Frank, everybody's got

somebody, alright?

And if we find 'em we can

give 'em some of the money.

- What if I can't find 'em?

- You will.

And when you do find 'em...

maybe we'll get 'em some

subscriptions to magazines.

Who knows what they like, but...

most people like magazines.

- I'll try.

- Okay.

How the hell are you,

Frank Flannigan?

What the hell are you doing out

there in this goddamned weather?

I haven't seen you in a long f***ing

time. It's been years, ain't it?

- Well... I need a car, Earl.

- Today?

It's goddamned Ice-land out there.

Seems like a strange day

to be buying a car.

Well, hell, kid, what kind

of car you want to buy?

I got 1,500 to spend. I don't wanna

set up a payment plan or anything.

I was hoping to just

pay cash on it.

- You have anything in that ballpark?

- Well, I got a couple that might do ya.

A 1985 Honda Civic.

Maybe something bigger, Earl. Maybe

something you might be able to sleep in.

Jesus, that's a horrible

f***ing thought.

I got a Dodge Dart

that Barry picked up.

- Like the kind on the walls?

- Not that nice, but yeah, the same car.

I'll take the Dart.

I'll knock off a

couple a hundred...

if you can go out there and

get it started yourself.

Well, don't do anything stupid.

Trying not to.

You're not a loser, kid.

But if you keep acting like

one, then I don't know.

What I'm saying is... don't make

decisions thinking you're a low-life.

Make decisions thinking

you're a great man.

At least a good man.

And don't be a goddamned p*ssy.

Got a girlfriend?

I used to.

Well, there you go, see? Some

broad thinks you're alright.

Take care of yourself.

- Frank. Frank!

- What?

Sh*t, Frank! Where the

f*** have you been?

- What happened?

- Two cops were at my place.

Jesus Christ, are we doing it?

- Yeah, but we gotta go now.

- Alright.

Get me my boot.

Thanks for coming to get me, Frank.

Ah!

Alright, let's go.

Come on, Frank.

Excuse me, sir!

- Where are we gonna go?

- Elko.

- What's in Elko?

- I don't know.

Yeah, this way.

- Right there.

- No sh*t?

- A Dodge Dart?

- Yeah, it runs good!

Hola amigo! Hey!

Cousin Harvey, you know, he was big.

Tall as a mountain, six foot five.

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