Mad Dog and Glory Page #2

To always refuse to testify...

on the grounds that it may

tend to incriminate him.

Jesus.

Chivas and milk.

Put that on my tab, Tommy.

You ready? Let's go.

No, I'm off tonight.

You got somethin' on?

Naw, I just...

I'll play it by ear.

That was balls up

what you did last night.

Don't kid yourself.

Thanks, Tom.

I'll call you later.

Are you Wayne?

Who are you?

Harold.

I was over to your apartment.

You weren't there.

I work for my boss...

and he asked me to find you

to invite you to this thing tonight.

It's free with this.

The Comic-Cazie Club.

You also get a free drink.

Who's your boss?

He said not to say...

but that you know him,

and he'd really like to talk to you.

Don't worry,

it's not a bad thing.

It's a good thing.

Who is he, Harold?

It don't start

till about 10:
00, 10:30...

but I can come by later

and pick you up if you want.

No, thanks. I'll pass.

That other cop?

Your friend?

He's very sarcastic.

Hold it.

Don't move.

Don't even breathe.

Call it in, Fredo.

Now, Fredo.

Nice place, huh?

Give him a coffee and cognac.

Comin' up.

Show her your comp.

- Decaf, please.

- Right.

Who's your boss?

That's decaf, right?

I'm sorry.

Can't you use

a clean napkin or something?

- Okay?

- No problem.

Take it with you.

You're wastin' time.

You notice that all nightclub singers

do this when they come out?

They'll give you

this move, right?

Everything's gonna be okay

As soon as I get my neck fixed

Now, from Melrose Park...

the land of razor-cut hair...

I.D. Bracelets,

and velour car interiors.

The comedy stylings of Frank Milo,

ladies and gentlemen. Dig it.

Yo, Frankie!

Cosa nostra.

Our thing.

Our thing, my ass.

Cosa nostra is Italian...

for "cheap bastards."

The only thing cheaper

than a hood is a cop.

Cops. Forget about it.

They squeeze the nickel

till the buffalo shits.

Cosa nostra babies.

Other babies, they're born...

they cry, they go,

"Waaaa-waaaa."

Our kids, they cry,

they go...

"Wha?"

My friend Angie.

Angie's father was

on his deathbed.

He calls his sons

to him and says...

"Put a hundred in my coffin.

Each of you."

In case, you know,

you can take it with you.

The guy dies.

Angie's two brothers...

put in their yardage.

Angie...

drops in a check for 300

and takes out the cash.

That f***in' Angie.

When did Angie's father die?

There he is.

Hey, they takin' care

of you tonight?

Yeah, thanks.

Don't let 'em

schlong you on tips.

I told my therapist about you...

about what happened...

and she said that I was

a real suicidal a**hole...

and that, in fact,

I was probably very scared...

and was just resorting to macho bullshit

like I'm programmed to.

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