Yonkers Joe Page #6

- My balls.

Hey, that's pretty good, kid.

I gotta remember that.

So...

what do you think

of these egg rolls?

Not much.

What?

There's nothing for me.

Oh, God. Give me that.

Lookit here.

These egg rolls.

These egg rolls has dropped from

a $40,000 allowance

to a claimer.

He should win

going away.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

He's also the favorite,

got the best weight,

the fastest time, and

everybody's picking him.

- That's right.

- Can't possibly win.

Oh, God.

You are the worst handicapper

I know, you know that?

What do you

wear that for?

- I don't know. 'Cause I like it.

- Yeah?

'Cause I like you.

- Hey, Jan.

- Yeah?

Remember those monitors

at Atlantic City?

Yeah. Why?

The camera.

I could get in so close

to the shooter that

I could actually see

the dice in their hands.

Right?

I mean, but how could the camera

stay on everybody at the table

at the same time?

- If the person--

- Wait, wait, wait.

Could we just talk about

something else, please?

This is important, Janice.

Like what?

Like, I don't know.

How about your son?

Yeah.

What about him?

Well, ok, I-- I

think it would help him

if he knew that you

cared about him, you know?

So he could do well

at that group home.

They're not gonna

let him in the group home.

What do you mean?

Why not?

Red tape bullshit.

I don't know.

I spoke to the woman

that runs the place.

You know, she told me

about a spot that--

it's like the Taj Mahal

for kids like this.

It's very expensive.

That's why we got to

make this score, Janice.

Wait, wait, wait.

You don't got to put him in that place.

Listen... has it really

been all that bad?

You know, the time

he's spent with us?

Why don't you just

let him stay awhile?

I-- I'd help you out.

I would.

You want to get

realistic here, Janice?

Why? He's your

f***in' son.

I mean, he's your blood.

What's more realistic than that?

You believe in God?

What?

Do you believe in God?

- Yeah. Why?

- Yeah. Well, so do I.

Nancy and I were

young and healthy.

She was pregnant.

I don't care what the doctor said.

You know, I didn't

push her; she fell.

'Cause we were going at

it like two stupid jerks,

- like animals.

- Wait, wait, wait.

Are you saying that that's the

reason he turned out this way?

How could a mother take

off and leave her kid?

How could a woman

do that?

I don't know, but it's got

nothing to do with who he is.

It's payback

for what I do.

What the f***

are you talking about?

Come on.

I'm always figuring,

figuring it in my head.

And his head

don't work.

It's f***ing perfect.

His head works fine.

And if you believed that,

you should have quit

a long time ago.

Hey. I gotta live.

Ok? I gotta eat.

This is what I do.

Nobody gets a pass

in this life, Janice.

And this kid is

my f***ing sentence.

You know what?

You're a f***ing a**hole.

You got a kid who loves you,

who needs you,

and for whatever the f***ed-up

reason, you won't let him in.

You won't let anyone in,

and you know why?

Because you got

no f***ing balls, man!

You're so f***ing scared,

you can't even see.

You know what?

I'm out of here.

I'm going home.

- This is stupid.

- No. That's not true, what you said.

- Oh, it is true.

- That's not true!

Hey!

What are you looking at?

You can't see me anyway.

It's not even

about us anymore.

It's about your kid,

who's more of a f***ing

man than you are.

- The kid doesn't even like me.

- Oh!

That is such

bullshit!

You are so f***ing

full of sh*t!

You know, I may be old

and I may be ugly,

but I am not

full of sh*t.

You want to know why

I wear this thing?

I wear it all the f***ing time.

You want to know why?

Because it reminds me

of who I am.

A dumb, Yonkers girl

from Lincoln High.

I have done f***ing

nothing with my life,

but I don't bullshit...

and I promise you...

we got a chance to do

something good here...

and you are f***ing

blowing it.

I mean, you're ask--

I don't know what

you want me to do. I don't.

You're not ugly.

It's all right.

Oh, jeez.

What are you doing?

What--

What's this?

A present for you.

Oh, that's so sweet.

I love the wrapping.

- It's pink.

- Yeah. Ha ha!

That is

definitely pink.

"The plaza." Hmm.

Oh, my God, it's us.

Ha ha ha!

Look at you.

Oh, you look

so happy there.

Look at your father.

He's got a little smile.

Oh, oh, I love this.

Thank you so much.

My friend Joe.

Come here. Mwah!

Mm. Oh, I'm sorry.

Oops. Ha ha! Yeah.

Oh, that was

so sweet of you.

Thank you.

Ooh. Ooh. Heh heh.

Ok. Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

That's enough.

That's enough.

No, no, no, no.

Joe, Joe, Joe, stop.

Hey, hey, hey,

slow down, Joe.

Hey, what

are you doing?

Come on, J--

Joe, come on.

Stop it. No.

No. Please.

Please don't do this, Joe, please.

Joe, don't do this.

Joe! Joe, get off!

Stop it! No!

Stop it! No!

Goddamn it!

Get off me!

Get off me! No!

What the hell

is wrong with you?

Huh? Huh?

Are you crazy?

You son of a b*tch.

- Huh?

- Get off.

What the hell

is wrong with you?

You hurt her?

You f***ing

hurt her?

Stop. Please.

Please get off.

Leave him alone.

He'll never change,

all right?

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

- Are you all right?

- I'm ok.

Please.

Bring him back,

please.

Go get him.

Oh...

Oh, sh*t.

Janice!

Janice!

Hey! Look at me.

Look at me. Huh?

What you did--

What you did

was inexcusable.

You hurt somebody

who cares about you,

who loves you very much.

Janice loves you.

Everybody loves you.

Just let me go home.

I'll be right again.

You don't have to see me.

You don't have to write me.

Just let me go

back to the bunk.

Don't you think

I would if I could?

I know how bad you

want to go back there,

- But there's no going back.

- F*** you!

F*** you. You turned

your back on me,

And that's a rotten

f***ing thing to do.

Janice!

Stop it, Joe.

S-stop it.

I shouldn't have done that.

- I shouldn't have done that.

- Joe, listen to me.

- Listen to me.

- I don't belong here.

I have three chromosomes,

and you have two.

That's why I'm

so f***ing ugly.

Nobody's ever

gonna love me.

You know

that's not true, huh?

There's something

out there for you.

We just got to find it,

that's all.

I'm not gonna

turn my back on you.

You went through

some sh*t now.

Every man goes

through sh*t.

Every man has got

problems, right,

And you're a man,

right?

I wear musk for men.

That's right.

Listen to me.

We're gonna do this

together, ok, me and you.

You're fine.

You're not ugly.

You're ok,

but right now,

you're gonna go upstairs,

and you're gonna apologize

to Janice because that's

what a man does.

Now come on.

Come on.

What's out there?

There's nothing

but desert out there.

Come on.

There's the shuttle

to New York.

I know.

Joe has something

to tell you.

I'm sorry.

All right, all right.

Come on.

Sit down.

Just sit down.

Listen. He was screaming

your name out there.

He's-- he's sick

about it, Janice.

I mean,

he knows he's wrong.

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