The Pope of Greenwich Village Page #2

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Mr. Owner would like to see you

after you check out.

And you, you little prick...

You stole my clams.

Hey, Paulie, don't play with him.

We're not getting rich

in this place, Charlie.

You'll never get your own

joint like this, never.

I mean it, man.

We're breaking our ass for nickels...

Hey, Paulie, will you give me a break

and let me check out, please?

Good night, Charles.

Charles?

Charles.

- I'm out. I'm on the street.

- He fired you?

No, he fired us.

They nailed you on that big check.

He should die.

Die! Die, you old bastard!

No, you're the one that should die.

Ronnie told you it was my job.

Charlie. Hey, man.

Hey, man, don't blame me for what

that old bastard done to you.

He fired you, man, him!

- Hey, let me out of here, all right?

- Charlie!

We were starving in that shithouse.

Hey, why don't you grow up,

for Christ's sakes, huh?

Why don't you just f***ing grow up?

- Charlie.

- Charlie. What?

We were like a couple of victims in

there. You know, we could do better.

We could do a thousand percent better.

Hey, man, don't think so small.

For once in your life,

don't worry about a lousy job, okay?

Don't worry about a job?

Don't worry about...

What the f*** should I worry about, huh?

I owe six different department stores,

I got two Shylocks I gotta feed...

I got Shylocks, too.

You ain't alone here.

And those other a**holes, the stores?

You got no job now.

They can't collect no money off you.

Why can't you just admit

you was wrong, huh?

Why can't you just say,

"Charlie, I was wrong"?

- Wrong?

- Yeah, wrong.

Where was I wrong?

What did you say?

- I said where was I wrong?

- Where was you wrong?

Ronnie told you not to rob.

You robbed. That got me fired.

You was wrong. You understand that?

You were wrong. You understand that?

- I didn't figure I'd get caught.

- You didn't figure...

Look, man, if I figured I'd get caught,

I'd be a thousand percent wrong.

But if I didn't figure I'd get caught,

then I wasn't jeopardizing your job.

Hey, don't you understand, Charlie...

- Hey!

- Keep your hands off me.

- Look what you did to my suit.

- I'm sorry.

What do you need

a fancy suit for, Charlie?

You got no job to wear it to, man.

- What did you say?

- Come on.

Huh? Say that again.

Say it again. Say it again.

Say... say what you just said again.

About my suit.

Say... say... what do I don't need?

Tell me what I don't need.

What do you need

a fancy suit for, Charlie?

You got no job to wear it to, man.

That's right.

Why?

Here's your button.

Come on, man.

Hey, man, let's go watch the sun

come up like the old days.

Hey, Charluccio!

We'll sit and have a couple

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