Deuces Wild Page #2

What?

What's the matter|with you, huh?

There's been a truce|on this block for three years.

Did I tell you to break it?

They were disrespectin' you.|What am I supposed to do?

Droppin' bricks off the roof?|What are you, f***in' crazy?

Cinder blocks--they're bigger.

Oh, it's just a game to you,|huh, Bobby?

I gotta answer to Fritzy|for this.

One of those guys might die.

What's Fritzy|got to do with this?

Nobody moves in Sunset Park|without his OK. You know that.

So you're just gonna let 'em|move in?

You lost your f***in' balls|or somethin'?

You don't run the Deuces,|I do.

And I don't back down|from nothin'.

There will be no junk|on this block, ever.

Now, we're gonna do it my way.

If I ever hear you talk to|our mother again like that...

I swear to God, I will crack|your f***in' head open.

Hey, I'm here to see Fritzy.

Thanks.

Get this kid|somethin' to drink.

What do you want,|a soda or somethin'?

No, thanks.

You know...

bricks don't fall|out of the sky...

in this neighborhood|unless I'm throwin' 'em.

You understand?

Yeah, Fritzy.

Now, Philly Babes|is one thing...

but his car?

That really got me angry.

What the f***|is wrong with you?

I'm gettin' calls|from Mikey Festo.

Who are you|to strong-arm anyone?

There's no disrespect to you,|Fritzy.

He's gonna rent the store|to Philly and his crew.

They're gonna deal junk|out of there.

If I ever hear that word out of|your mouth again in my club...

that'll be your last word.

This ain't your block.

We all know what happened|to your brother Sal.

-I'm sorry for your...|-Alley.

What?

His name was Alfonse Michael.|We called him Alley Boy.

Alley Boy.

We're all sorry|for your loss...

but he was a little junkie,|wasn't he?

Wasn't he?

Yes or no.

Look...

Mikey Festo|doesn't own that store.

I do...

and I'm gonna do|whatever I want with it.

So mind your own business.

Wear your jacket,|sing your songs...

do whatever the f*** it is|that you kids do.

Just stay out of my way.

Alley Boy.

You movin' in?

That's smart.|You're a clever boy.

Where'd you live before?

President Street.

Yeah? Always there?

Before that, I crawled out|from between my mother's legs.

You got any more questions?

What, are you just gonna|stand there...

or are you gonna help me?

That's Vipers territory.|I'm a Deuce.

-Douche?|-That's--that's funny.

Come on.|It's just a line in the street.

Not to me. I'm sorry.

You're a real Prince Charming,|you know?

Give me that.

Here.

It's heavy.

Thanks.

Hey, Bobby, come here.

I'm talkin'.

Get up here, now.

Hey, Annie.

She's nice, right?

The little fox|with the ponytail?

They ain't foxes.|They're the Velvets.

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