Under The Cherry Moon Page #2

You couldn't afford a ship.

- How much money you make?

- 3,000 francs a week.

Damn! Couldn't you buy some cologne?

Punk! Come on back here! One, two, three!

Punk, punk, punk!

Come on back here and fight!

Come on. Uh-huh. Get some of this.

Come on back and fight.

You scared to come back. I'll put this

cute little shoe in your ugly...

- Tricky.

- What do you want?

Come here.

Can you get home all right?

- Hi, Brisby, remember me?

- Good evening, sir.

You know who you've dialed.

She's not home.

Do you want to leave a message?

Hello, beautiful, this is Isaac.

I'll be home in the morning.

I called you five times last night.

Now, where were you?

With me.

I hate this damn machine.

Me, too.

You're not there, are you? Hmm?

You aren't seeing another man,

by any chance?

Yes.

Because if you are, I'll kill him.

You know I love you, darling.

See you. Bye.

Goodbye.

He's a little possessive, don't you think?

He likes to collect things,

including people.

You must be his prized possession.

Oh, I'm like you, Christopher. Hmm?

- I like to have fun.

- Fun.

- Now, there's a wonderful word.

- Hmm.

Maybe if you took off your jockstrap

you would be able to breathe easier, hmm?

I should have said that.

I should have said,

"Chastity belt?

Oh, you're sadly mistaken, sir.

"I wear a cestus.

Perhaps you've heard of it?

"It's an embroidered girdle

originally worn by Venus,

"and it inspires love.

"Perhaps you've heard of love.

I doubt it."

He's just a peasant.

He doesn't even know who Venus is.

Hello, kitten.

How is the prettiest girl

on the Cte d'Azur?

Terrific.

- I'm sorry I missed your party last night.

- But you had to see to the ship.

I said I'm sorry, darling.

Somebody has to go out

and earn the pennies.

It's forgiven.

- Would you like to tell me about it?

- Can't it wait till later?

- You will be home for dinner, won't you?

- Unfortunately, not tonight.

I have an appointment at 7:00,

but I'm sure your mother

will tell me everything.

Right.

Won't you let the dog loose.

She seems awfully hungry.

- Tricky, no.

- Oh, thank you. Bye-bye.

Good evening, Chris.

Oh, yeah.

Good evening, ladies.

Tricky's the name, and love is my game.

You ain't got no money,

I love you just the same.

You know, I could breathe a lot easier

if the air weren't so utterly polluted

by your presence.

Oh.

You've been rehearsing that line

all night, haven't you?

I have a message for you

from Mrs. Wellington.

She wants you to come to her house

tonight at 7:
00.

- Want to dance?

- I never dance with my clothes on.

I noticed.

Mary!

Mary.

The name drips from one's lips.

You look wonderful tonight,

and I'd be very honored

if you'd dance with me.

At least someone around here

has some manners.

Mary, tell me,

is it really true you're engaged?

Yes.

Tsk, tsk, what a pity.

Sometimes life can be so shitty.

- Here's a girl, she's smart and pretty.

- And rich.

I don't care about that!

Honey, I really don't.

I want a girl who can teach me things,

hip me to the finer side of life.

Who's not stupid.

Man, I hate stupid girls.

Marry a stupid girl, you have stupid kids.

You don't believe me?

Follow a stupid kid home,

see if someone stupid

don't answer the door.

Mmm-hmm.

I like them nice, too.

- You know, that certain special way.

- Special? What do you mean?

Yeah, special.

You know, Mary, that's what you are.

Have you ever been to Le Pavillon?

Oh, yes, honey. Chris and I, we...

No.

Tomorrow night at 8:00.

We'll see how you adapt

to the finer side of life.

We'll be there.

May I?

Why did Mrs. Wellington

give you that message?

She's my friend.

She told me all about you.

- Oh, yeah? What did she say?

- Guess.

She said I'm an angel, and her heart flies

when she's in my arms.

Well, it must be easy to float

with a head as swelled as yours.

Big as a balloon,

so I can touch the clouds.

So can I. My father has a Learjet.

Hmm.

It's no fun to depend

on other people for rides.

Especially not when you're used to

taking them for rides the way you do.

- What do you want from me, Mary?

- To know what you want from me.

I want to take you on a trip to the moon.

- Who's paying?

- It's free.

But I guess you wouldn't know

anything about that.

- Punk!

- Brat.

- Gigolo!

- Cabbage head!

What?

What's the matter, late for work?

Yeah.

You're blowing it.

Tricky, come and dance with me.

Oh, no.

Nobody like your body, baby.

Oh.

We'll be landing on the moon

in three minutes.

Mary, Mary, Mary.

I guess you don't like

your daddy fooling around

with Mrs. Wellington, do you?

Christopher ain't going to

fall into that trap.

No. Too cool for that.

Yo, Isaac!

Stroke it a couple times for me, cousin!

Make sure you put a pillow up her ass.

She like that.

Who the hell was that?

I don't suppose you happen to know

the owner of that charming voice,

would you?

Hmm?

Man, that was dog.

She set you up to bust in

on her old man's private business?

She don't know that what's good enough

for Isaac Sharon is even better for me.

- She's bad, cousin.

- Yeah, but she ain't got no street.

You know, I wish there was some way

we could bring her down to our world.

Then she could experience the real fun.

Tell you what. Give me a dark room

and a Sam Cooke album,

and I'll show her the real fun.

No, man. That's not what she's about.

She's above that.

She just needs to loosen up.

Mary already knows who she is.

She just doesn't know what she wants.

Father, be a dear and call Emile

and tell him I may possibly want to

take the boat out tonight.

Now slow down a minute, Mary.

That's a big responsibility.

You've never taken the boat out

by yourself before.

Yes, well, it's about time I started

to do one or two things by myself.

Don't you think?

No, Tricky. I don't think so.

She is definitely a virgin.

You know, I think she's afraid of men.

She ain't afraid of Tricky.

Honey, I'm just afraid of you

going out unprotected.

- Good heavens! What am I going to do?

- You're free to do whatever you wish.

- Am I?

- Yes.

You know the terms

for your getting the trust.

You've changed the terms

over the past three years!

All I've tried to do is please you.

Yes, so you could get your money

and get out of here.

- I just want my own life.

- You don't know what you want.

Mary, the trust is yours

the moment you and Jonathan are wed.

Now, life cannot be simpler

than that, can it?

She just doesn't know what she wants.

She wants

some of Tricky Dean's pork sausage.

Please. I can see it now.

You and Mary Sharon.

"Mother, dear, I'd like you to meet

me new husband."

When the police come to take your ass

down to the joint, this is me.

"Oh, no. I don't know him.

"He said what, Officer? My brother?

"Oh, no. We definitely have

different fathers. Check it out.

"Butterscotch. Chocolate. No way."

Honey, don't you know

I'll slap the waves out of your head!

Man, I've never seen nobody chase girls

the way you do.

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