On the Waterfront Page #5

puts on glasses, incongruous on his beefy face

--twenty-six seventy-three.

JOHNNY:

(to Charley)

Here, you count it. Countin' makes me sleepy.

Terry enters during the above and sits at the bar, brooding. Johnny is

glad to see him.

JOHNNY:

(continued)

H'ya, slugger, how they hangin'?

TERRY:

(subdued)

So-so, Johnny.

JOHNNY:

(pantomiming, defending against blows)

Don't hit me, now, don't hit me!

BIG MAC:

We got a banana boat at forty-six tomorra.

If we pull a walkout it might be a few bucks

from the shippers. Them bananas go bad

in a hurry.

JOHNNY:

We'll ask ten G.

(looks around)

Where's Morgan? Where's that big banker of mine?

As Johnny talks he holds on to Terry, and fondles him casually. MORGAN,

a big-eared, large-nosed little weasel of a man, pokes his head in the

door as if he were waiting just outside.

MORGAN:

Right here, boss.

JOHNNY:

(mockingly — Morgan is sort of court jester)

Well, J.P., how's business?

J.P.

Havin' trouble with Kelly again, boss. He

Won't take no loans and Big Mac puts him to

work anyway.

BIG MAC:

(shouting at J.P.)

He's my wife's nephew.

J.P.

(right back at Big Mac)

But he don't take no loans.

BIG MAC:

I got to give him work. She'd murda me... .

J.P.

(shakes his head)

That's why I stay single.

(turns to Johnny)

Here's the interest on the day, boss.

Five thirty two.

JOHNNY:

(taking it from him and handing it to Sonny)

Count it.

Now Sonny and Charley are both counting. SKINS, another runner for the

mob, a nervous, pasty-faced man, enters.

JOHNNY:

(continued)

Hey, Skins—

(as Skins approaches Johnny lowers his voice)

--get away with that sheet metal all right?

SKINS:

Easy, that new checker faked the receipt.

Here it is, boss.

(offers receipt)

JOHNNY:

Stow the receipt. I'll take the cash.

SKINS:

(producing another roll of bills)

Forty-five bills.

JOHNNY:

(to Terry, sulking at the bar)

Hey, Terry, front and center.

Terry comes over reluctantly and Johnny hands him the bills.

JOHNNY:

(continued)

Count this.

TERRY:

Aw, you know I don't like to count, Johnny.

JOHNNY:

It's good for you. Develops your mind.

SKINS:

What mind?

He starts to laugh but Johnny stops him with a look.

JOHNNY:

Shut up. I like the kid.

(tweaks Terry's cheek fondly)

Remember the night he took Farella

at St. Nick's, Charley. We won a bundle.

Real tough. A big try.

TERRY:

(stops counting and taps his nose proudly)

Not a dent.

(tweaks his nose)

Perfect

JOHNNY:

(laughs, rubs Terry's head)

My favorite little cousin.

TERRY:

(disconcerted as he tries to count)

Thirty-six— sev— aah I lost the count.

JOHNNY:

(tolerantly)

OK— skip it, Einstein. How come you never got

no education like the rest of us?

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