White Irish Drinkers Page #7

- Pop.

- What's the matter?

- It's danny.

He's down at the 68th precinct.

They arrested him.

- What did he do?

Son of a b*tch.

Get in the car.

- Just so you know...

Just so you know,

that was my christmas money

I bailed you out with.

- You'll get your money back.

Don't worry about it.

- Yeah?

I'm gonna get my money back?

What, are you gonna mug somebody

with a gun?

You're a f***ing thief now?

I should have let you rot

in there.

- I didn't ask you

to bail me out.

- Yeah, well,

it's the last time, never again.

Look, you don't come home

tonight, huh?

I don't want you

in the house now.

I don't want you there ever.

You hear me?

- Okay by me.

- F***ing bum is what you are.

That's what you turned out

to be, a f***ing bum.

You understand?

- Takes one to know one.

- What did you just say?

- Nothing.

- What did you just say to me?

- Dad, stop.

Get off him.

- Hit me.

Go ahead.

Hit me.

- Hey, you didn't knock me down,

all right?

I slipped.

You remember that.

You did not knock me down.

- So what.

My old man hit me

ten times harder

than I ever hit you, and I

didn't go down neither, huh?

You coming?

- No.

Whitey won't show up till noon,

so we're good till then.

Get some blankets and sh*t

from the house,

and we got soap and all

in the men's room.

- Have to give that one a ten,

huh?

- North.

- You know I haven't been

in here since I was a kid?

Old man used to take me.

I remember we saw

the dirty dozen.

He loved that one, pop.

- Remember, he used to take us

on walks

across the brooklyn bridge?

- Yeah, yeah, and we'd take

the train back, right?

First car, so we could look down

the tracks.

- I don't know why he hits you

and not me.

- Who knows?

He probably don't even know.

That's just the way it is.

That's all.

I keep having this dream.

He hauls off to let me have it,

and I clock him.

I hit him so f***ing hard.

He looks at me

like he can't believe it.

And I hit him again.

He goes down like a rock.

He looks up at me...

Knows he can never hit me again.

Maybe someday I'll have

the balls to do it.

- What are you gonna do now?

What's whitey charging

for the stones?

- $50... Cash at the door,

no advance.

- What you got here,

like, 600 seats?

- Give or take.

Why?

- That's 30 grand cash

just sitting here that night.

- No way, danny.

No.

- We can do this.

You know where

the money's gonna be.

You know how to get it.

- This is whitey we're talking

about here.

- Whitey's not family.

We're family.

- Sh*t, danny.

- What are you gonna do?

You gonna stay here

the rest of your life?

You gonna be an audience?

You gonna be the guy who watches

what other people do?

We can get out of here

and go somewhere

and live real f***ing lives,

do what we want to do,

not just see if we can

get through a f***ing day

without getting hit.

- You really think

that it's possible?

- Yeah,

and we've got to take it.

No one's gonna give it to us.

I need this, brian.

You need it.

- I don't know much

about this kind of thing.

They said they were the best.

As long as your father

burns bills,

I figured,

what the heck?

I want you to tell danny

to come back home.

- Danny's leaving.

Me too.

He hurt him bad,

ma.

- I won't let him do that

anymore.

- What are you gonna do,

reason with him?

- Look,

your father's not easy.

I know this.

But there's good in there.

I know you don't see it,

but I do.

I remember things,

things you don't

even know about,

things that happened

before you were born.

Thing are not all one way,

brian.

He knows how hard it is

out there.

He's trying to teach

your brother how to be a man,

and you too.

- You really believe that,

ma?

Why do you stay with him?

- Where am I gonna go?

I don't need anybody

feeling sorry for me.

I made my choice,

like the church says,

for better or for worse.

- I don't see anyone

from the church here

when he comes home drunk.

- Don't talk that way

about your religion.

And watch what you say

about him.

He's still your father.

- He doesn't like to keep cash

in the box office.

He always moves it to his office

in the back of the theater.

- Who takes care of it?

- Me, usually.

He'll probably have me

taking it back there

every ten minutes or so.

- What's near the office,

doors, a window?

- There's a door right next

to the stairs that go backstage.

- Can you make sure that's open?

So the concert starts at 9:00,

so by 10:
00,

all the cash

that's gonna be there,

should be there,

right?

- I guess.

- So by 10:
00,

you've got to make sure

whitey's not backstage,

okay?

Keep him busy in the lobby.

I'll get through the door,

find the office, grab the cash.

You meet me back here at 10:30.

- You should at least

say good-bye to mom.

- Danny.

Look at me.

Look at me,

danny.

I'm sorry what he did to you.

- I'm all right.

- What kind of trouble

are you in?

- Look, I've got to give

something to pop.

Then I've got to get out

of here.

- He's sleeping it off.

You don't want to wake him.

Trust me.

Let me make you guys

something to eat, okay?

I've got some sloppy joes

on the stove, okay?

It will just take a second.

Go-just sit down,

and I'll bring it right out,

okay?

Brian,

you got a phone call before.

- I did?

- Yeah, some guy,

lynn burger or lam burger

or some kind of "burg"...

Carnegie dally.

- From carnegie mellon?

- Whatever.

I wrote his number down

on the napkin holder.

- Ma.

Tell pop this is the money

I owe him.

- Ahhh.

- Oh, come on.

Just put it down

and let it cool off.

- You need the iceberg

that sunk the titanic

to cool this off;

Let me tell you.

- So what are you,

mr. Gourmet all of a sudden,

food critic from

the brooklyn spectator?

- So do you use, like,

an actual flamethrower...

- I'll give you a flamethrower.

- No, not the towel.

- You gave me

a good scare there, boy.

Yeah, I didn't think

he was gonna make it.

I heard your head hit the ground

and went out like a light.

He was out cold.

- My head didn't hit the ground.

I told you, you never-

- sure as hell did.

I heard it hit the ground,

and all of a sudden, pop.

The sprinklers by the... The...

What the hell do you call it,

maggie?

You know,

the kiddie pool.

You mean... You mean,

when he was a kid?

- Must have slipped

or something.

I don't know.

- He doesn't remember that,

paddy.

He was five or six.

- You went down,

and you didn't move.

And I run over,

and I picked you up,

and just as limp as a...

Like a rag doll.

You was white as a sheet.

And I had you in my arms,

and I ran all the way

to the hospital.

I run in the emergency room,

and you wasn't moving,

wasn't even breathing,

and I'm...

And I'm holding,

you know,

and I look down at you,

and you're so small,

so still,

and just there for that minute,

oh,

I hated you.

And I thought you was gonna die.

I thought you was dead already,

maybe.

And I said to you,

"don't you die.

"Don't you go and make me...

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