City by the Sea Page #2

- Reg Duffy.

I thought you'd be retired.

You got the time.

And do what?

I never learned anything else.

- It's a bullshit job. It is.

- He doesn't believe that.

Sure, there are better-paid gigs,

but I wouldn't give up my job.

Bullshit.

- It's their favorite word in Manhattan.

- He never used to talk like that.

This was paradise.

I thought I could fool myself.

Why did you leave?

He's got a lot of trespasses,

burglaries and assaults.

He did six months on Rikers Island

for misdemeanor possession.

His alias is Picasso.

Well, Sam, thanks.

It was good to see you.

It was good out here for a while.

- Nice to meet you.

- Thanks.

- Good to meet you.

- Hey, Vince. Come back anytime.

That didn't go too bad.

- He seemed okay.

- Yeah. Katt's one of the good guys.

Never f*** with a family of cops,

they don't forget.

Come over this Sunday.

Marge thinks you don't like her no more.

- I love Marge.

- It's the kids, then? Little bastards.

No, the kids are great.

Respectful. Well-behaved. Not like you.

But- You got a lot

of love in your house.

When I go there, I feel uncomfortable.

- But thanks for the invitation.

- Suit yourself.

You'll miss it when it's gone.

- Sweetheart, give me a cup of coffee.

- Coming right up.

- Hey, Snake.

- Spyder.

- Want to lend me some money?

- What?

What gives you the idea I got money?

Did you hear? Some whacko f***

wasted Picasso last night.

They cut him up. They found his body

in the city, by the river.

- That's bad, man.

- Here you go.

So I hear you and Joey

went shopping last night.

I hear Joey Nova's Chevy Nova

got parked over in Crystal Park.

At least it sounds like Joey Nova's.

Next thing you know,

my associate, Picasso...

...seems he ain't breathing

too good anymore.

You wouldn't know anything about that,

would you?

See, the truth is,

I can't let this pass, man.

I can't let some f*** walk off

with my bread. I'm a laughingstock.

Who the hell's gonna work for me,

I can't protect my own people?

It's about respect.

The way you're acting, I feel like

I already lost your respect.

So where's Joey Nova?

I don't know, man.

Where's Joey Nova?

He's in the back, man. In the toilet.

You're dead, you junkie cocksucker!

You hear me?

You're dead!

How you doing, Herb?

Can't eat, can't sleep.

A good sh*t is the adventure of my day.

- I got a present for you.

- When are you gonna marry that girl in 3A?

- Who said I wanted to?

- I'll marry her. You be my best man.

Only if you have a nudist wedding.

How about that? Good night.

Sprewell goes right,

fires off the three, and hits it.

Latrell Sprewell,

with 10.9 seconds remaining.

- Good night, you guys.

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