The Sting Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1973
- 129 min
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The stranger makes a dash for the wallet and kicks it back
to where Mottola is standing. Almost by reflex, Mottola
picks it up. The thief scrambles to his feet and starts
back toward his new-found enemy, brandishing a knife. Both
the stranger and Mottola brace themselves for an attack.
The thief, realizing that there are two people to fight,
begins to think better of it. He is not a young man, nor
particularly strong.
THIEF:
(shaking his fist at
the stranger)
You f***in' n*gger-lover. I'll get
you for this someday, sucker egg.
Mottola and the stranger exchange glances of relief as the
thief flees out onto the street and disappears.
The black man, meanwhile, has struggled to his feet and is
staggering toward them. He collapses against the alley wall
after a few steps. The stranger rushes over to him, followed
somewhat absently by Mottola.
BLACK MAN:
The wallet. You gotta go after him.
He's got all the money.
STRANGER:
Don't worry, we got the wallet.
What happened? He get ya with the
knife?
The stranger opens the Black Man's coat to reveal a bloody
wound at the top of his leg.
BLACK MAN:
(trying to move)
Give it to me! Please. I gotta
know it's all there!
STRANGER:
You just sit tight, old man. We're
gonna have to get you to a doctor.
(starting to leave)
I'll call a cop.
BLACK MAN:
No, no cops!
Mottola has given him his wallet, which the black man now
opens, disclosing a fat bundle of bills tied by a rubber
band. Mottola and the stranger are amazed by the amount of
money.
STRANGER:
(a little uneasy)
You wanted by the law or somethin'?
BLACK MAN:
Naw, it's okay.
STRANGER:
You're crazy carryin' that kinda
money in this neighborhood. No
wonder you got hit.
BLACK MAN:
(trying to get to his feet)
Thanks. I'm obliged to ya, but I
gotta get goin'.
(his leg gives way
under him)
STRANGER:
You ain't goin' nowhere on that leg.
BLACK MAN:
I gotta! Look, I run some slots
down in West Bend for a mob here.
I got a little behind on my payoffs
so they figure I been holdin' out
on 'em. They gave me to 4:00 to
come up with the cash. I don't get
it there I'm dead.
STRANGER:
It don't look good, gramps, it's
ten of now.
BLACK MAN:
I got a hundred bucks for you and
your friend if you deliver the
money for me.
STRANGER:
(hesitates)
I dunno. That little mug that got
ya is mad enough at me already --
what if he's out there waitin'
around a corner with some friends.
BLACK MAN:
He won't know you're carryin' it.
C'mon, you gotta help me out.
STRANGER:
(makes up his mind)
Sorry, pal. I'll fix you up, call
you a doc, but I ain't gonna walk
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