Night and the City Page #2

I told him, Boom Boom,

I'll kick your ass.

No...

I thought it was you.

What are you doing?

What am I doing?

Let's go to my place.

I can't.

Then let's go to yours.

What, are you crazy?

Well, where are we gonna go?

Right here.

You really got

a hold on me

You really got

a hold on me

You really got

a hold on me

Baby

I love you

and all I want you to do

Is just hold me

Hold me, hold me

Hold me

Harry, I gotta talk to you

about something.

About what?

I'm thinking about

going out to California.

Yeah? With what?

Well, my brother-in-law's

restaurant's going belly up

and I could buy it real cheap.

- With Phil?

- With Phil?

No, I gotta get away from him.

I want my own place.

- Bad idea.

- What?

You're a New Yorker, like me.

You freak out halfway

through the Holland Tunnel.

Bad idea.

I don't know about that.

- Bad idea.

- Yeah?

Bad idea.

You're a New Yorker.

You're a New Yorker.

You're a New Yorker.

You're a New Yorker.

You're a New Yorker.

You're a New Yorker.

Hey, I'm not making the money.

How many dozen you got?

I got... I got 500.

OK, now tell me again.

So, what happened?

He said to me,

"What'd you say?"

So I busted him in his head.

I says, "How's

your hearing now?"

- Yo!

- I'm sorry, Mr. Fabian. I'm sorry.

Let's just talk about this tomorrow, OK?

'Cause we got to think of something

other than the

hard-of-hearing defense.

OK? 9:
00 all right?

Because I got a 2:30

appointment right now.

I'll miss another

day of work 'cause of you!

- Is this suite 201?

- I'm sick of you.

- Emmet Grogan?

- Gorgon.

Gorgon. Right.

Yeah, Gorgon.

Come on in.

Come on in. Yeah.

Gorgon.

You see

Dr. Pedro yet?

Yeah, you saw

Dr. Pedro.

Have a seat.

- How do you feel?

- I feel great.

You feel terrible.

You feel like sh*t.

How much is two and two?

Four.

Five. You can't even add.

You can't even add two and two.

- Do you want to make some money?

- OK.

You feel terrible.

You're a no-good

heartbreaker

You're a liar

and you're a cheat

I don't know why...

Marty fat-ass

been looking for you.

He's been in and out of here

like ten times in the last hour.

- Yeah? Where is he?

- I don't know.

Harry, guess what me and Helen are doing.

We're taking off for two weeks.

Yeah?

Where you going?

Jamaica.

You get to Jamaica?

Yeah, Jamaica, Queens.

Nah, the Caribbean.

Got us a bungalow right on the beach.

They come by once a day,

grill your fish, and that's it.

It's gonna be nothing but me,

her, and the moon for two weeks.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.

Sounds like paradise, mon.

I can't wait.

Hell, I ain't even gonna

wear any clothes.

Harry the dancer.

Marty fat-ass!

Dancer, do you got something for me?

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