The Heavenly Kid

Chicken out?

- Joe's not gonna chicken out.

- He's no chicken.

You ready, Joe?

We don't have to do this, Fontana, I mean...

I'm sorry I made a pass.

I know Emily's your girl.

I'm real glad you noticed.

You think you're real tough, don't you?

Bobby, please.

For the last time, please don't do this.

- My honor's at stake.

- I love you.

Joe knows that.

This isn't going to prove anything.

Hey, Emily, don't worry. I got it covered.

Don't chicken, Bobby!

Hey, Bobby, take her with you!

Oh, sh*t!

Sonny.

Got a light?

This way to Uptown.

This way to Uptown.

Hey, what's going on here, Jack?

Where am I?

- What's your name, son?

- Bobby. Bobby Fontana.

One of Rafferty's boys.

Please step aside.

Hey. Watch the jacket, Bub.

You can kiss that cough good-bye

in Uptown, Mrs. Hardison.

I'll be so happy.

I've suffered such a long, long time.

It makes your heart feel good, doesn't it?

Hey, this Uptown sounds okay.

Maybe I ought to check this out.

This Midtown traffic's getting impossible.

Got to get the big chief

to put a cycle lane in here.

Lane? You need a highway, fella.

Who taught you how to ride this thing?

You almost killed me.

You must be Bobby.

I'm Rafferty.

Hop on. We got some serious talking to do.

Dead! What do you mean dead?

Mister, you shouldn't be riding a bike.

You could really hurt somebody.

I haven't lost anybody yet.

Come on.

I suppose everyone else in here

is dead, too?

As doornails.

We're all spirits.

Spirits got to eat, too.

Look, kid,

what's the last thing you remember?

Race.

Yeah, I was in a race.

It was no contest. The guy chickened out

halfway. I kept going.

You know, for the crowd.

- Anyway, I was about to bail out when...

- Here, try the linguine.

Pretty good.

What's wrong? You don't like Italian?

Emily.

Oh, yes. She was a cute one, all right.

Tough break, kid.

- I got to see her.

- Sorry, that's impossible.

You don't understand. I need to see her.

There's something I gotta tell her.

Son, you've already told her

all you ever will.

So this is it?

Well, to tell you the truth,

I was expecting something different.

You know, like angels and harps

and that kind of stuff.

No, that's in Uptown.

- You don't mean I'm...

- No, this is Midtown.

Sort of a way-station, just temporary.

- So I'll be moving on?

- It's not that easy, Bob.

The big chief doesn't think

you're quite ready yet.

Which is why he sent me down here.

What's the matter,

he doesn't like my clothes?

Let's just say you have

a few strikes against you...

and until you square yourself

to his satisfaction, you're sort of stuck here.

So what does he want me to do?

Carry out an assignment.

Something especially suited to your...

- abilities.

- Okay, I'm game.

- When do we start?

- I was coming to that.

You're gonna have to ride the train

until we find an assignment for you.

What?

It's the only way we can keep Midtown

from getting overcrowded.

- Where does it go?

- Around.

Well, how long I gotta stay on this thing?

- It could be a while.

- Get me out of here!

Open the door!

There's a f***ing viking in here!

Lenny, what are you doing?

How many times do I have to tell you?

First the lettuce, and then the tomato

and then the onion.

What do I gotta do, write it down for you?

- I'm sorry...

- Look, no sorries. Just get it right.

I need six cheeseburgers

and seven Cokes, pronto.

Two with no tomato, one without onion...

two with no mustard, and one with no mayo.

And the no-onion wants no ketchup.

- And a large fry with extra salt. Got it?

- I hope so.

- Do you want some help?

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