Under The Cherry Moon Page #3

I'll stop chasing girls

when you stop chasing Trickies.

Mary doesn't like you, she likes me.

And tonight,

she's going to dance to my tune.

Tricky.

You've just given me a brilliant idea.

What?

We are going to bring Mary Sharon

down to our world.

Come on.

- Bonsoir.

- Good evening.

- Ah, so you do have normal clothing.

- I hate these clothes.

I think it's a vast improvement.

Where's Tricky?

He ran back to the car

to fetch his manners. Shall we?

To knowledge.

Knowledge?

What do you know from knowledge?

- You ever been to Miami, baby?

- I have.

Garon! You forgot one.

There's nothing in Miami

but people who weren't born there

and drugs.

They know more than you'll ever learn

in your little, small, sheltered world.

- Yeah!

- Really, now? What, only God knows.

Garon!

Yes, sir?

That's French.

It's obvious little Miss Mary

has never been off the city block.

What on Earth is that? Some new language?

Read it.

You know what it is?

It's nothing, and you know it

but you won't confess it

because you're such a coward.

It is something. Something you don't know.

You won't confess that

because you're a coward.

This is silly, and you're a child.

I go to dinner

without my father's permission.

So that says what?

Now read it aloud so we can all hear

how knowledgeable you are.

"Wrecka stow."

You know what it is? You don't, do you?

Wrecka stow? It's nothing.

It is something.

Come on. Read it again.

This time say it louder.

- Wrecka stow.

- Louder.

Wrecka stow! I give up.

- What is it?

- Wait, wait.

If you wanted to buy a Sam Cooke album,

where would you go?

The record store.

Very amusing. Shall I laugh now

or wait until I get into the car?

You know that was fun.

Oh, look!

- Tricky, my boy.

- Our world.

Oh, grow up!

Tricky, put the box up.

This music is a little weak. Do you mind?

Hello, Daddy.

This is Christopher. This is Tricky.

This is my father.

And his two right hands.

Or are they left hands?

I can never remember.

Don't be angry, Daddy.

I just wanted to do something special

for a change.

Mary.

Let's go home.

Boo!

Party poop!

I want you to find out

who those two bums are

and what they're doing

with my daughter. Compris?

Okay, Mr. Sharon.

Oh, Isaac was kind of clean tonight,

wasn't he?

He was pretty dap.

- You know, Tricky, one day I'm going to...

- Chris.

- What?

- You know...

I kind of like Mary.

Oh.

Listen, do me a favor.

Why don't you handle the money

and leave the drawers to me?

Hmm?

What it is?

It's Mary.

I was wondering what you were doing.

Mary.

Thinking.

About what?

Sex.

Christopher...

If you were here, I'd...

- Can I tell you something?

- No, don't. You'll ruin it.

You've done some dumb-ass things before,

but this, my friend, takes the cake.

Shh!

There.

Now remember, if anybody comes,

you whistle four times.

Dumb-ass, you don't even know

if it's the right window.

Pizza man.

Dumb-ass!

Did you order a pizza, ma'am?

Talk of pleasant surprises.

That's what it is.

Just relax and let me do all the work.

Oh, you may have to. I take a couple

of Seconals to get to sleep.

Got me out here in the middle of the night

watching a window.

"Handle the money

and leave the drawers to me."

Sh*t!

Oh, darling. It's been so long.

Won't be much longer now, baby.

What was that?

I think it was my zipper.

Baby, wait! I ain't into all that.

Psst! It's the mom.

What did you say, darling?

I said, uh, it's the wine.

Hang on, love. I have to use the bathroom.

Hurry, honey.

I can't wait any longer.

Dumb-ass!

What did you expect me to do?

Go in a room full of lights on?

You did it to Mary's mom.

Get the ladder! Shut up!

- You did it to Mary's mom.

- F*** it!

- Hello, darling.

- Oh, Isaac.

I can no longer be passive.

Take me now! Darling!

Who it is?

What is this?

Soul. What's this?

My dad felt guilty

about missing my birthday party

and gave me a belated present.

I don't know what to do with it.

So I thought a couple of pros like you

might have a good idea.

Tricky, Mary don't know

what to do with that.

Hmm. That's a hard one.

Oh! I know! Why don't we spend it?

Dig it. I need this car.

All right? 200 francs.

400,000 francs.

700,000 francs. What it is?

What it is?

Mary, hop into your new car.

This is as far as I want to go.

For now, anyway.

Meet me at the hippodrome

an hour after the sun goes down.

Tricky, today is a wonderful day.

How'd you dig it if I told you

I was leaving the business?

That's right.

Christopher Tracy, an honest man.

Seriously. I've been thinking

that if you really love someone

it would go deeper than the flesh,

but be happier than sex.

Really, Tricky,

there's got to be something else.

If two people really dug one another, they

couldn't be torn apart no matter what.

For example, do you love me?

Come on, Tricky, you know

what I'm talking about.

Girl, I loved you for years.

- Tricky. Seriously. Do you?

- What? Yeah, I guess.

- Yes?

- Yeah!

That's my point, if two souls are one,

I mean, if that's the ultimate,

then the flesh is nothing.

We live in a parade.

- Dig?

- Yes, I dig.

I'll be the one digging your grave.

Listen, I like Mary as much as you do,

probably more, but this is business.

- Tricky, try to understand.

- No, you understand.

If we don't get some bread

and get back to Miami soon,

Isaac Sharon's gonna mess one of us up.

And, honey, it ain't gonna be me.

- What's the matter? Afraid to die?

- Yes.

Well, I ain't afraid of sh*t.

Are you afraid of bats?

What should I wear to the joint tonight?

My Versace or my Bonucci?

I don't know, man.

I think I like that blue.

What time we pick Mary up?

- Uh, I got something I got to do first.

- What you got to do?

Something.

Damn, I got to keep my eye on you.

Your name should be Tricky.

Tricky Christopher.

Meet you at the club in two hours.

- Two hours?

- Two hours.

All right, Chris.

Do you want to race?

On your mark.

Uh, baby, they saw you coming!

That car is worthless!

- Marvelous night, isn't it?

- Yeah. If you like getting dogged.

Oh, my dear.

If you have nothing nice to say

about anybody,

please come and sit with us.

Quel scandale!

What's so funny?

- You can't spell.

- What?

"Liffy is a poem."

"Life is a parade." Give me this.

I must have that disease.

What's the name of it?

It's called "stupid."

You're a bit of a maniac, aren't you?

Yeah, you're one of them closet maniacs.

You needed somebody like me

to bring it out of you.

Oh, give me a break.

Why is your dad such a punk?

- I beg your pardon?

- Why does he sh*t on so many people?

- You're a peasant.

- What makes me a peasant?

How much money I got,

or what's in my heart?

You know, I wish your dear father

could see us when we kiss.

It's a little bit different than it is

with your rich boyfriend, ain't it?

As a matter of fact,

it's not so hot, you bit me once.

Given the chance,

I'd knock the bottom out of them drawers.

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