Come See the Paradise Page #2

JACK:

Gerry.

GERRY:

Jesus, Mary and Joseph! You people just mess things up for

everybody!

JACK:

Gerry, you're missing my point! Sure it's good that you're in

work. But what I'm sayin' is that someone has got to look out

for the interests of the working man.

MARGE:

You better believe it. If he could get out of workin' he would,

the lazy son of a b*tch.

GERRY:

I work hard. I work damn hard!

MARGE:

If the union people say he don't have to work so hard for the

same money, he's the first to put his dirty hand up!

GERRY:

You don't know what you're talking about. Your kids aren't

exactly starving, are they?

MARGE:

Only 'cause I work, too, pal. The money you hand over don't

exactly pay for no fancy eating.

GERRY:

I'm telling you. If you're going to stay here, you better not go

causin' any trouble.

JACK:

I'm not going to cause any trouble.

GERRY:

Because if you're gonna stay here, I ain't gonna stay here under

the same roof with no red. Brother or no brother!

JACK:

Jesus, I am not a red! For Christ's sakes Gerry, I'm agreeing

with you! I'm gonna get a regular job like everyone else!

GERRY:

You never had a regular job! Look, this is a great country.

Best country in the world...and if you f***ing reds...excuse the

language...

JACK:

It's a great country...I ain't no red.

GERRY:

...didn't go agitatin' and causing trouble. Now you're lucky to

be living here. Else you'd be living like a pig in sh*t pulling

three dollars a week in Donegal.

JACK:

Yeah, well that's why I feel so at home here, Gerry, because when

it comes to shoveling sh*t, you're full of it.

MARGE:

Shut up, the two of you!

GERRY:

Jesus. No wonder your f***ing wife left you.

JACK:

She left because she missed Ireland, Marge. She's happy there.

It was never gonna work out. You know that.

MARGE:

She left because you spoiled it for her. You lost your faith in

everything, Jack. You were so full of rage she got sick of it

and stopped dreaming, too.

JACK:

Maybe I shouldn't stay here.

MARGE:

No. Don't even think of it. We're glad to have you. Go talk to

Gerry. He means well.

SCENE 9

GERRY:

You shouldn't have come here, Jack. You're my brother and I want

to help you, but trouble sticks to you like sh*t to a blanket.

I'm a content kind of guy, you know? I'm sick of trouble.

JACK:

So am I. Honest to God, Gerry, all I want is a regular job.

GERRY:

You're a politician, Jack. A sweat shop lawyer and the Chicago

heavies have closed this town off to any outside union guys.

JACK:

I know. I know. Don't worry, I'll be gone tomorrow.

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