City by the Sea Page #3

- See you.

- Hi, Terry.

- Happy anniversary.

- Shut up.

- Bye.

What anniversary?

You've escorted me home

every night for a year.

- I have?

- You missed a couple nights here and there.

I tend to turn things

into a habit.

- I'm a habit?

- Yeah, you're all over me like a nun.

- What is a first anniversary, paper?

- Something cheesy.

- Cheesecake? Is that what it is?

- Yeah.

Let's go have some cheesecake.

That's a good idea.

What?

- I was just thinking.

- About what?

About what happens next.

We spoon until you fall asleep.

Then I go upstairs,

catch a few winks...

...get up at the crack,

go to work, come home...

- Have a beer and make dinner.

- Make dinner, watch TV...

...head over to the theater

and walk you home.

Good.

- If I'm a good boy, we make love.

- If you're a good boy?

- And then you ask me what happens next.

- That's very good. Very smooth.

- in your own words, taking your time,

giving us a clear idea what happened...

...between you and this guy

on that night.

Joey owes me money, and he's gonna

connect me with this guy, Picasso.

He's gonna talk Picasso into giving

him dope so he can step on it and sell.

We drive through this hurricane looking

for him. We find him by this refinery.

Joey goes and says something.

Picasso pulls a knife. And Joey

goes off on the f***er. Way off.

- I'm like, "What the f***?!"

- That his real name?

That's what people call him.

He drives a Chevy Nova.

What are you doing here, Snake?

What do you mean?

You're not what I would

call a concerned citizen.

- So why did you rat out your pal?

- Joey Nova is crazy.

He said he'd cut me up

if I didn't keep my mouth shut.

You'll give us Joey.

Where do we find him?

He's usually hanging around

on the boardwalk. By the old casino.

I don't know.

Suppose we pretend

to believe this f***...

...you wanna get a description

of this Joey?

Let me run a make

on the Chevy Nova registration.

The reason you're here

is because you're scared.

What I want to know is who

you're scared of. You want to tell us?

Here's your change and your order.

Bye, now.

- May I take your order?

- A bacon cheeseburger and a blowj*b.

How you doing, Gina?

- F*** off!

- That ain't no way to treat a customer.

- What do you want?

- Joey Nova.

- Like I know where he is? Like I care?

- Tell him I want my 4 grand back.

Good luck.

Just get the hell out of here.

How's your kid doing?

- You're gonna get me canned, a**hole.

- All right. Catch you later.

We gotta get a warrant.

It'll take a couple of days

and he'll vacate. Bingo.

Stinks like a sewer in here.

Look at this. It's a shooting

gallery, for chrissakes.

- This is where he comes to juice.

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