Atlantic City Page #2

"Norma Casta Diva."

The chaste goddess

worshipping the moon.

Yeah, I'm beginning to like it.

Dignity, passion, size.

Can I lay a hard ten

on a soft three?

Yep.

Yeah, okay. Bye.

- Forty-eight dollars and six bits.

- You're down this week.

Everybody's broke.

I got any winners?

Better not have.

I can't afford f***ing winners.

Freddy, how 'bout a double sawbuck

for the case? It's a real beauty.

How am I supposed to fit my Cuban

Monte Cristos in this piece of sh*t?

Where are you coming from?

- Do you know a Fred O'Reilly?

- Fred's right over there.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Hi, you Fred O'Reilly?

Yeah. Who are you?

Something new, huh?

Let me see. Very nice.

- I won $300 at the casino.

- Casino.

Hey, Queenie.

Hey, man, I need a little space

around here.

Come on!

I got business!

Let's take a look.

There you go.

Very nice.

Very nice indeed.

There's been a slight dry spell

around here.

Dry spell's over.

White Christmas, perfect timing.

A friend called this a.m.

Could I help him?

Had to say no.

- Where'd you get this?

- I found it in a phone booth.

- In Philadelphia?

- How did you know?

I'll help your friend.

Not looking like that, you won't.

This is a family town.

Better get yourself cleaned up.

A nice leisure suit, powder blue.

- You don't need a tie.

- Maybe you could advance me.

You know, $200? $300?

You know I'm good for it.

This is a very tight town.

I only do business with the people

I do business with.

The people I do business with

find out I do business...

with the people

I don't do business with...

I can't do business with you.

But Boomer in Vegas said...

I don't do business

with Boomer in Vegas.

You look like a fire sale.

Look...

I've been on the road six weeks.

You clean me up,

I'm a f***in' Prince Charles.

You won't help me?

Look, I'm cutting you in!

I sure would like

to help my friend.

But remember,

I don't do business with you.

Sh*t!

You got a phone?

Telephone is upstairs.

Wait a minute. Let him use

the bar phone. I know the kid.

Find the place

you were looking for?

We live in the same building.

That's why I'm talking to you,

because we live in the same...

Yeah, Fred gave me your number.

Hey, Bob! Beer.

Cold one this time.

Okay, I'll be there.

- Your friend wants to do business.

- They'll bust you in the lobby.

You look like a training poster

from the narc squad.

Powder blue leisure suit.

Hey, Lou. I want you to run

an errand for me.

I'm booked up.

Who's the old guy?

You mean Lou? He used to run numbers

for the dinosaurs.

Hey, why did you leave?

Back there we started talking.

I had other things on my mind.

I was just trying to be friendly

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