The Avenue Page #2

Restaurant owner in Philly,

used to be good buddies

with my pop,

owes Tony 100 big ones.

He's giving Tony the runaround.

-What aren't you telling me?

-It's got to get done tonight.

- What if he doesn't have

the cash?

What if he's not there?

You know how crazy Tony gets

when things don't go right.

- Look, the time to get him

is when

he's getting ready

to close up shop.

That's our time.

You still got the,

uh, bat right?

-Yeah, what do I need it for?

-Christ.

-Terry.

Be a pal, keep your hands

where I can see them.

Both of them.

-Eddie.

Is that you?

-I got the stairs.

Collecting for

"the one and only," Terry.

He wants his money.

-And he sent you out for it?

I'll be gobsmacked.

You know, if your father

was still alive,

he'd be smacking you around

for even coming round here.

- I don't want to be here

right now.

I'm here 'cause I got to be.

You had a bad night and you owe.

- You... you tell that

son of a b*tch

that I'll bring his money round

to him first thing

tomorrow morning, swear to god.

But for tonight, I'm about to be

in the middle of something,

and for the love of Jesus,

you can't be here.

I...

You little piss ant

piece of sh*t.

-What was that?

-I'll give you what I've got.

Jesus.

Here goes my last ever,

swear to god.

It's 50,000 or 60,000.

I don't really know.

So, all righty then.

It was good to see you there,

Eddie,

and...

-not going to get it done.

-Oh, well, now...

Where am I going

to get another $50,000?

I've got an idea...

The f***ing bank,

which isn't f***ing open.

You know, your father

and I, we used to play

a good many years together.

I mean...

I held you in my arms

when you were a wee little lad.

You were still puking

and mewling

and shittin' your little

nappies.

Gah!

- You listen to me.

If I go back down there

without 100,

then your problem

becomes my problem.

Ain't going to happen.

-Be reasonable here, boyo!

For god sakes,

I took you f***ing fishing!

- Yeah, and we didn't catch

sh*t, did we?!

- I told you back then you were

using the wrong f***ing lure.

-What the hell is that?

- I don't know.

I'm not expecting anyone.

- Mr. McGann?

- Help me, for f***'s sake!

Now, boyo, now stay calm!

-You all right, man?

Chris?

- Huh?

-Empty his pockets.

Go ahead, do it.

-Yeah.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Okay, so what's

the big mystery here?

-So this.

-Are you friggin' kidding me?

-Nope.

- I can't even begin to figure

out how many carats this is.

Color and clarity

are good, real good.

Probably si1 or 2 when it's cut,

somewhere in there.

- So how much do you think

it's worth?

-Millions.

-You know what this is?

This is our road

out of this shitty life.

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