Knockaround Guys

Nervous, huh, kid?

Matty,

when your father went away...

I welcomed him asking me

to look after you.

I considered it an honour.

And not because

he was Benny Chains...

or because your mother was

my sister, but because of you.

Ever since you were

a little kid, you been nails--

tough as f***ing nails.

When you go down there,

be decisive...

because that is

the motherf***er...

who is responsible

for your pop being sent away.

Matty, tonight is the night

that you become a man.

This is all wrong.

Totally all wrong.

Teddy, you know.

You got to know.

Guys, this is Bobby Boulevard.

That's the life, Matty.

It's always the guy

you don't want it to be.

Hey, Matty.

How you doin', kiddo?

Hey, Bobby.

Oh, no, Matty. Matty, come on.

Why would l want to rat

on anyone? No.

Come on. Hey, hey, Matty...

who taught you

the hook serve, huh?

Got you 7 points off your dad

first time you ever set foot...

on a handball court

with him, huh? Who?

You did, Bobby.

You remember the time l got you

that bundle of "Hustlers," huh?

You made a f***in' fortune...

selling 'em to those kids

at Aquinas Prep.

Wasn't me, l swear.

I'm no informant.

Shut the f*** up!

I feel better already.

Come on, Matty. Now's the time

for stomach, son. OIK?

You gotta decide,

does this guy live or die?

Come on.

Just give the trigger

a gentle squeeze.

I'm sorry, Uncle Teddy.

It's all right. It's fine.

Don't worry about it.

Look, you're not cut out

for this. We know that now.

Go on outside.

What are you gonna do to him?

Nothin' much.

Bang him around a little bit.

Move him outta town.

It's your f***in'

lucky day, Bob.

Go on. Here.

Make yourself a phone call.

Sure. OIK, Jill.

Right. I'll see you

at the stadium. Bye.

So, Mr. Demaret.

-Matty.

-Matty. Fine.

So, personnel tells me you were

up for an assistant's Job...

but you got Joanne over there

to convince me to meet with you.

-So...

-Excuse me.

So, l want to be an agent,

you know, a sports agent.

And why am l gonna

make you that?

Well, honestly, Mr. McCreedle...

I think l been preparing for it

my whole life.

When l was a kid,

l started going to ball games...

and l remember spending

a lot of time alone...

but l could always count on

ball season to keep me company.

I had this uncle in the ushers

and ticket taker union...

Local 1 76, so l got to know

all the ushers...

at Yankee Stadium and Shea, too.

Before l knew it,

l was wired at the Garden...

and l never missed

a Rangers or a IKnick game.

As far back as l can remember,

working with ball players...

was really

all l ever wanted to do.

Well. Good patter. Yeah,

let's see what's on the page.

"Bachelor in sports marketing."

-Work..."Ubonne Plumbing"?

-That's right.

Now defunct.

You were the president.

"White's Taxi and Livery."

Also president.

"Gianda's Catering Hole."

That's Benny Chains' place,

right?

Yeah, that's correct.

He owns it.

So, are you, like,

related to him?

Yes, l am. He's my father.

Well, that's

a pretty close relation.

Well, you've got enthusiasm...

but there's nothing in

your Job experience for me to--

-Listen, l know--

-No, l'm glad that you came in.

I know what you're thinking,

because l've heard it before.

It's always

the same story for me.

I get cold-cocked the minute

my father's name is mentioned.

You gotta Just--

you can do this, all right?

Look past the name

and Just hire yourself a guy...

who's gonna bust his hump

every day for you. Gimme a--

Let me stop you right there.

You put on a good show...

but l think l know what

you're really trying to do here.

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