The Bronx Bull Page #5

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she's sick right now, you know,

and I've been up against

the ropes for money.

Can't even pay our doctor bills.

What am I gonna do?

I was hoping you could lend me

a few hundred.

Giacobbe, when you wanna have

a baby all over the place,

you have to be ready, you have

to have money to have it.

You have to be responsible.

Come on, Pop.

You know that apartment

building I gave you,

the one you sold.

It had no mortgage on.

I've given you money my whole life.

That building you gave to me

was a disaster, okay?

I have to clean it up,

paint it up, fix everything.

And when I sell,

I don't make a lot of money.

All right, Pop.

If that's the way you feel about it,

forget it.

[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]

[GRUNTS]

[PEN CLICKS]

It's the best I can do.

Ten bucks, Pop.

Ten lousy dollars.

Is that what you think I'm worth?

Forget about the fact that

I supported this whole family,

you drunk, slapping us all around,

dragging us from one f***ing

slum to the other.

Pimping me out to fight any scumbag

who could bet a dollar or make a fist.

And for what? So that

you could fill your pockets

with nickels and dimes that I earned?

You know, Pop, I come here today...

embarrassed, humiliated,

asking you to lend me

a few hundred dollars.

I ain't seen you in 10 years,

and this is what you got for me?

Ten lousy bucks?

One dollar for every year

you don't come and see me.

Why do you hate me, old man?

I don't hate you.

I made you tough.

I make you into a man.

[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]

...like street people.

You ever think about it,

that maybe I made you so tough

that you become a world champion?

Did you ever think about it?

No, Pop. No.

It wasn't your beatings

that made me champ.

I made me champ.

I did it all on my own.

Me... and these.

Can I ask you something?

Mm-hmm.

You think that I'm a bum?

Get the f***...

You are the middleweight champ

of the world.

Do you know how bad

I wanted to be a fighter?

I didn't have it.

But you did it.

You f***ing did it.

So don't go selling yourself short.

[SNIFFLES]

You, a f***ing bum?

You're a good pal, Rick.

Yeah, well, I'll give you the dough.

No, thanks, Rick. I ain't taking

any more from you.

Hey, f*** that pride, Jake.

You'll make it up to me.

I know you will.

[JAZZY MUSIC]

So, listen, I waited to tell

you, but it's kind of a secret.

I'm making a catalogue

for the fall line.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

And I'm gonna put you on the cover.

Oh, come on!

No, no, no!

It's gonna be great.

I'm gonna make you a star, darling.

You are my number-one girl.

WAITRESS:

What can I get youse?

Yeah, give me a cup of coffee, please.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Jake.

What the f*** is going on here?

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