jukebox. It is after midnight. It has bean a long night..
a 50-year-old hood in an out-of-date suit, court at the
Billy. You look beautiful. Welcome
(laughing and turning
to the bartender)
What are you having? Give 'em what
Hey, look at him. Tommy. You grew
(preening a little)
Billy, how are you?
(smiling broadly at
Tommy and the girl)
Son of a bitch. Get over here.
around the neck. TOMMY doesn't like it.
(forcing a laugh)
Hey, Billy. Watch the suit.
cheek, a little
Listen to him. "Watch the suit,"
known all my life. Hey, Tommy,
don't go get too big.
Don't go busting my balls. Okay?
(laughing, to the
crowd at the bar)
Busting his balls?
If I was busting your balls, I'd
send you home for your shine box.
making fun of him. The Men at the bar are roaring with
(to the hoods at
You remember Tommy's shines? The
kid was great. He made mirrors.
(almost a threat)
No more shines, Billy.
Come ooonnn. Tommeeee. We're only
kidding. You can't take a joke?
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