Night and the City

This programme contains very strong language

AMBULANCE SIREN

Hold on, huh?

One, two, tres, quatros...

# THE SHAM AND THE PHAROAS: Wooly Bully

-CAR SCREECHES AND HONKS HORN

-Jesus Christ.

Watch it, watch it, watch it, watch it.

"Hello, Mr Fabian, how are you?" I'm fair, and yourself?

Pull 400. That's the max, right? Go ahead, I'll let you pull five.

Take out five, mother fucker.

-Oh, Jesus Christ. Do it yourself, be my guest.

-Just do it!

-Know what I mean, chief?

-Shit. Fuck! Fucking New York.

Jesus, what is this city coming to? I can't even deposit a few bucks.

Hey, Harry, how you doing?

Hey, hey!

Hey, baby.

TELEPHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE

Hey, baby, baby, you got a phone call. Come on.

-Thank you.

-I lost my wife because of you, you Jew bastard!

You piece of shit!

What are you doing? Hey, let me go.

-Get your hands off me.

-I'll fucking kill you!

-Let me go.

I just scrubbed this case today.

-Watch it!

-Get off him.

THEY TALK OVER EACH OTHER

You're a bum, asshole!

POLICE SIREN

You still owe the fucking lot!

Slow down. Slow down.

THEY TALK OVER EACH OTHER

You can afford your seatbelt!

All right, come on.

You want me? You want me? Let me go. Let me go.

I want my wife back, you piece of shit.

I'll rip his fucking lungs out.

-Come on, man.

-Let me go, let me go.

-Come on.

-Get in!

You want me? Let me go, let me go.

-And I'm not Jewish! Fucker.

-Come on, you mother fucker!

What the hell was that?

What an animal. For this, I went to law school.

All of a sudden, out of the blue, boy.

Out of the blue, right Harry?

What? It's my fault, right?

THEY LAUGH

This is my fault we lost the case, right?

-I know you think it's my fault we lost the case, right? You think it's

-MY

-fault.

You see this?

Hey, you all right, pal?

You shouldn't bolt your drink, Harry.

What are you, my mother?

Not yours.

You want to rock me to sleep? You want to sing me a little lullaby?

-What d'you say to my wife?

-What did I say to who?

-What are you talking to him like that for?

-What?

What?

I'll talk to whoever I want.

Excuse me? Say that again.

Hey, yo, Phil, Phil, you see this?

Yo, Phil, you see this?

-Sanchez whacked some drunk Irishman or something.

-What Irish?

It's in there. Rogan O'Grogan from white store.

Grogan, Ozone Park. Emmet Grogan.

-Phil, give me the phone, please.

-Hey, what?

Just let me use the phone! Phil, come on.

OPERATOR: What city, please?

Yes, Ozone Park, please. And Emmet Gorgon, please. Gorgan.

Not Grogan, Gorgon, like Medusa and the Gorgons, you know, that's Greek mythology?

-555...

-9130.

Yes, hello, Emmet Gorgon there, please?

Gorgan? Gorgan, yes, Emmet Gorgan, please.

Harry Fabian, attorney at law.

Yes, Harry Fabian. I'm just calling,

I read the paper, let me ask you something, how's the headaches?

What do you mean what headaches? Blurry vision, depression, insomnia, bruises.

What am I talking about? You know what got hit with last night? Registered weapons, my man.

Bim, bam, boom, bam. You're a tough kid with balls, I can tell over the phone,

but the law states a professional boxer's hands, you know what they are?

They are registered weapons, which you got hit with.

OK, so you got shoved. We're going to sue his ass.

You got a girl, going to get married? How much you make a year?

It's OK, I'm your attorney, it's legal confidence, it's like telling your priest.

You make 18,500. How are you going to get married on 18,500?

What are you going to live? In a labour camp? How much? Conservatively 200, 300. 100,000.

Mental anguish alone could get you that. You understand?

Mental anguish alone could get you that.

Tomorrow you're going to see this doctor, the best.

He can do like open-heart surgery with mittens.

No, no, no! Don't go see a regular doctor.

This is a specialist in legal medicine. He's a Manhattan doctor, Queen's doctors is a no no.

Just listen to your lawyer, Harry Fabian.

The attorneyship is called Fabian, Fabian and Fabian. Yes.

Good, you're very welcome.

You're very welcome. You're very welcome. Good.

Jesus.

What a fucking shyster.

Shyster? The kid's a victim. Phil, Phil!

I'm going to clean up and then you'll see.

-Drink this, get it over with.

-What's that?

-Cleaning fluid. Get it over with nice and easy.

Sanchez is a boom boom Grossman stable and you're going to sue him?

-Drink this now, it'll be a lot quicker. Go ahead.

-Screw him.

You know what? He's the king of the victimisers.

-Is he here? I'll tell him to his face.

-Is that right?

-Oh, yes.

-Is that right? Go ahead. Serve him dinner.

Go on back and kick the shit out him, bad ass.

Go ahead, go ahead, tough guy.

Guy goes like this, five people die in Oklahoma.

LAUGHTER

I told him, there he is...

What's everybody laughing about?

I told him, I went over there, I told him,

"Boom Boom, I'll kick your ass!"

MUSIC: "Really Got A Hold On Me" By Smokey Robinson & The Miracles

OH!

SHE LAUGHS

I thought it was...

What are you doing?

Let's go to my place.

-Oh, I can't.

-Then let's go to yours.

-What are you, crazy?

-Well, where we going to go?

We're here.

ZIPS AND BUCKLES OPENING

Harry, I got to talk to you about something.

About what?

-I'm thinking about going out to California.

-What?

Well, my brother-in-law's restaurant's going belly up,

and I can buy it real cheap.

-With Phil?

-Phil?

No, I've got to get rid of him, I want my own place.

-Bad idea.

-Why?

You're a New Yorker like me,

you'd freak out halfway through Holland Tunnel, bad idea.

-I don't know about that.

-Bad idea.

Yeah?

Bad idea, bad idea, you're a New Yorker, you're a New Yorker.

A New Yorker.

You're a New Yorker.

CAR HORN

OK, now tell me again, what happened?

He said to me, "What'd you say?"

So I bust him in his head.

I says, "How's your hearing now?"

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

I'm sorry, Mr Fabian, I'm sorry.

Let's just talk about this tomorrow, OK?

We got to think of something other than a hard of hearing defence.

9 o'clock all right? Cos I got a 2.30 appointment now.

-I'll miss another day of work cos of you!

-Is this Suite 201?

-Emmett Grogan?

-Gorgon.

Gorgon, oh, right, yeah, Gorgon.

Come on in.

Gorgon.

You see Dr Pedro yet?

Yeah, you saw Dr Pedro.

Have a seat.

-How do you feel?

-I feel great.

You feel terrible.

You feel like shit.

How much is two and two?

Four.

Five. You can't even add, you can't even add two and two.

-D'you want to make some money?

-OK.

You feel terrible.

MUSIC: "You're A No-Good Heartbreaker by Aretha Franklin

Marty Fatass has been looking for you.

He's been in and out 10 times in the last hour.

-Where is he?

-I don't know.

Harry, guess what me and Helen are doing,

we're taking off for two weeks.

Where you going?

Jamaica. You been to Jamaica?

Yeah, Jamaica, Queens.

No, Caribbean, got us a bungalow on the beach.

They come by once a day, grill your flesh and that's it.

It's going to be nothing but me, her and the moon for two weeks.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.

Sounds like paradise, mon.

-I can't wait.

-Hell, I ain't even going to wear any clothes.

Harry the dancer.

Marty Fatass!

You got something for me?

I got something for you, you got something for me?

I only got 15, that's all I can raise.

No problem - I said two large, right?

You show up with 1500, that's three quarters, right?

-OK, OK! You God damned thief!

-Me a thief?

You want a hack license with three counts of grand auto

and I'm a thief?

A guy like you, I should charge double,

You got some nerve.

All right, I got it. I made a mistake.

Me a thief...

-Harry, thank you, brother.

-You're welcome.

What a deadbeat.

Would you get in a cab driven by that tonne of bad brains?

-Harry.

-Hey, Tommy. See the paper? Tommy's column?

"Bet these teams only if you want to retire in Acapulco -

"Lakers, Celts, Knicks, Mets."

Collectively they lost by 32 points.

You're a sportswriter? Who do you like tonight?

Fucking Tommy, Phil -

he took the Titanic over the iceberg, plus points.

Here he comes, go get him, Harry.

Everybody say hello.

Wallace "The Hurt" Fuwad.

Alphonse "Downtown" Brown.

Hey, Tessler, come and join us in like a half hour,

I'll give you an item.

"I'll give you an item."

Another war hero, it must be Audie Murphy day.

-Yeah? I spit on his grave.

-Who you kidding?

You'll be kissing his ass in exactly 29 minutes.

28.

That is unless, you know, you got something, you know...

Somebody tips you about something for the early morning edition.

Like what?

That kid that got whacked by Sanchez in the disco

is suing Sanchez's ass, you can bet your ass on that.

Are you kidding me, you're taking Sanchez to court?

Boom Boom will eat your eyes out,

plus you'll lose, you jerk off, that kid didn't even get hurt.

They said it couldn't be done.

It's your life, Harry.

From an undisclosed source, right? I can't myself.

Totally, I didn't know that.

Just say I'm well placed.

Well placed.

MUSIC: "The Great Pretender" by Queen

Yeah!

Oh, yeah!

PHONE RINGS

Yo!

Hey, asshole, I wake you up?

Who's this? I know this voice.

'It's Grossman.'

Boom Boom?

What the fuck are you doing with Sanchez?

-'What do you mean?'

-You know what I mean, asshole,

the case with this kid.

Boom Boom, you want to talk law, I'm 85 an hour. For you, 75.

'What the fuck are you doing?'

You know what I'm going to do to you if you don't drop this case?

Wait a second, Boom Boom,

I've got to turn on the tape recorder, hold on, hold on.

There, OK, what are you going to do to me?

What you want from me?

No, darling, entrapment is when they come on to you.

You go up to a cop, offer to clean his pipes for 50 bucks

you're not a plumber, they got you.

-But I don't do that!

-Listen, let's try this, all right?

I'm you, you're me, you're a John, OK?

-LAUGHING: You're me?

-Just shut up and watch.

Do you know where there's a party tonight?

What you got in there, sweet stuff?

Carmen, I'm serious, I'm tired of bailing you out.

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

Yeah?

You, Mother Teresa, hit it.

-Do as I tell you!

-Don't you touch me!

Hit it, get out!

Carmen, look, I'll see you Tuesday morning, 9am.

That's the court date, stay off the street till then.

Maricon!

-What is this, Fabian?

-You are?

John Bonney, Sanchez's attorney - what are you pulling?

Hey, my client got whacked by a world-ranked professional fighter.

-Bullshit.

-Bullshit? I've got his medical here, Jack.

Who'd you send him to, Dr Pedro in East Harlem?

So? He's got as much right to practice medicine

-as you got to practice law.

-More like as you got to practice law.

I got six years Bronx legal aid under my belt.

I represent more guys a week than you do in a year.

And a fine crew of taxpayers they are, too, I bet.

-Unlike Cuda Sanchez.

-Sanchez is a professional athlete.

My point exactly, so do you want to settle or go to trial?

You fucking insect.

You can call me all the names you want,

-do you want to settle, or go to trial?

-Yeah!

-What? You want to settle?

-Let's go to trial.

That OK with you, councillor? Practice a little law?

Hey, you want to go to trial, OK, let's go to trial.

That's it.

Now a left hand. Hit hard.

I need a light heavy for a four rounder!

-Do you know where this kid, Sanchez is. I've got to talk to him.

-Sanchez?

-Yeah.

His lawyer wants to tie him up in the court for the next six months.

Sanchez...

These... Kids...

Tear a new asshole for Sanchez.

These are my boys. Sanchez won't get in the ring with them.

Sanchez won't be getting in the ring. The lawyer is supposed to work for you.

Sanchez is pretty good, isn't he?

Don't you listen, or what?

Fuck Sanchez! You watch these kids.

I could beat Sanchez. Yeah, me.

You could beat Sanchez!

I could beat Sanchez because I used to do some boxing myself. I boxed in Oxford.

-I quit when I killed somebody.

-Yeah?

I went to Cocksford!

HE LAUGHS

Seriously... Is Sanchez around? When does he come in?

There he goes again with Sanchez.

-Look, you see everybody there, except that guy in the blue.

-Ah-ha.

Everybody there, when they was in their prime,

fighting, Sanchez couldn't have even have sparred with them.

And they fought when the days were the days.

Ten, 20 fights a year.

See that guy there with the ears?

-He beat Tami Mauriello.

-Tami Mauriello?

Tami used to come in here.

After ten you had ten arenas.

You'd fight ten, 20 times a year.

You'd go around a corner, you'd see a fight.

The Coliseum, St Nicks, Dykenum Oval,

Fort Hamilton, Star Casino... The Hippodrome...

Queensborough... You'd go off to White Plains.

There's nothing.

If you want to see a fight, you've got to watch TV.

Cable TV, pay TV!

How come there are no local arenas any more?

-You've got lots of fighters, right?

-What the fuck am I?

It's a different class of people.

Fighters don't give a shit.

The managers... See that guy over there, he don't give a shit.

Trainers don't know shit.

Promoters, they're scumbags.

-Boom Boom Grossman?

-He's the king of scumbags.

Hey, you know who used to come around here? Al Grossman.

-Who's Al Grossman?

-The good one, the good brother.

That's Boom Boom's brother?

-He used to hang here.

-Oh, yeah. Up until about six months ago.

He moved to some Jew retirement home in Coney Island.

He used to hang around here all the time.

Al Grossman...

He fought Tami Mauriello.

Not Tami Mauriello, Maxie Berger... Yes.

-He lives in Miami Beach.

-Who does?

Who are we talking about! You bastard!

This is wild, you know.

I mean, I've never been in a boxing gym before.

This is wild.

OK, I've filled this out, give you 450 and form a corporation.

That's it, I'm a promoter?

-We run a check on you, you clear that and that's it.

-You run a check on me?

-Mm-hm.

-Into my past?

-Mm-hm.

-Because I was involved, OSS, CIA. I doubt they'll give you access.

Burma, Macao, national security... There are things.

-What should I call my corporation?

-Bullshit Productions.

Bullshit Productions?

You want to see scars? I don't want to show you my scars.

Tiger cages, sweats in the night... Bullshit Productions?

Bullshit Production? I'll think about it.

Are you married? I'll run a check on you.

Bullshit Productions. I like it.

Just remember what I said.

Keep your nose clean until the court date. You understand, Mike?

If you want to take a walk in Central Park, leave the baseball bat at home.

-Harry, I told you. I didn't do anything.

-I know, I know.

Just remember what I said, please.

Hey, is this Elaine's over there?

Yeah, that's Elaine's.

Ever go in there? It's heavy that place. I've always wanted to go in.

-So why don't you go in?

-It's a heavyweight place.

So fucking what? You're a God damn lawyer, right?

An attorney...

Go hobnob a little, you know.

Look who's going in there now. A big limo.

So what? It's probably a star or something, you know.

A lot of stars go there, it's a classy place, you know. It's good.

-I want you to pay for this, OK?

-I'll pay for it. I'll pay for it.

Your my client, so pay for it.

Yes?

Just a vodka and tonic, please.

-And have one for yourself.

-No, I don't drink. Thanks.

So, this is Elaine's, huh?

It better be.

Where's all the movie stars?

Lunchtime's over.

Is that Regis Philbin?

Give them another round.

Give them what they want, give them another round.

You can top me off, too.

Excuse me, I don't mean to bother you. I've just got to tell you,

-you kill me, I love your show.

-Thanks, thanks.

"Thanks" he said. It's a gift what you give people.

-It's on me. It's on me. Cheapest wine in the house.

-Thanks.

I'm in entertainment too, I'm a boxing promoter. Harry Fabian, Bullshit Productions.

-Bullshit Productions, that's a lot of class, Harry.

-I mean, Knockout Productions.

That's a joke I have with my secretary, Bullshit Productions.

The show is great. Kathy Lee is really funny.

-You two really work well together.

-Thanks.

-I hope I'm not saying the wrong thing and this isn't your wife.

-This is my wife.

This is your wife? I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

-No problem.

-Harry, thanks for the wine.

-Of course...

I meant you two have a good, professional working relationship together. That's what I meant.

I'm interfering. Be well, Mrs Philbin, Mr Philbin.

-Bye.

-Enjoy the wine.

Sorry, I just want to ask you one more thing.

It's my only chance, I've got to take it.

Listen, I'm a boxing promoter, like I said. Here's my card.

-I'm also an attorney.

-Harry... Harry, you want to get somebody on the show?

I wasn't thinking about that, but that's a good idea.

I was thinking I could invite you to a main event, when I have my boxing things.

-Call the office.

-OK.

-I'll be happy to come.

Once again, thanks. Nice to meet you.

Oh, Christ.

Look, I get a promoter's licence, 450. Right?

Then I rent some neighbourhood hall, like a disco.

Then a rent a ring, chairs, security, a publicist,

some advertising, ticket takers, a press conference...

We're talking, maybe 10,000 bucks, maybe 15.

Then I throw down a bond with the Commission for the purse,

the judges, ref, the ambulance... God forbid. Timekeepers, doctor.

So what am I saying, 450, 15 large, seven large.

22, maybe 25 grand all told. I could bring back the good old days,

local talent, local arena.

It's all the rage. It'll catch on like wildfire.

What do you think?

-What do you think?

-Guy's in the john.

I'll be right back. I've got some ideas.

You know, I was thinking about what you were saying. I was listening.

-Give my regards to them.

-All right.

-Where are you going to get 25,000?

-Where?

-Where?

-I'll win on a game show.

Where did Edison get the light bulb?

He conned Ed and got the money, right?

What are you kidding me? I'll beat backers off with a club.

I have people interested already. I'll give you one name, one name.

Regis Philbin, the talk show host.

I must talk to you about something.

-It's you and me...

-Cut the crap, I'm serious.

I'm maybe doing what comes naturally.

Hey, hey, Phil. You caught me, Phil.

I'm in love with your wife.

She's too good for you.

Case number 466-952. Grogan... Gorgon versus Sanchez.

Judge Parker presides.

Will counsel please approach the bench.

Now, Fabian, look at me.

Now turn around and see if you see what I see.

Will the defendant and the plaintiff, please rise.

Fabian...

Get the fuck out of my court.

Yes, your honour.

-What did I do, Harry? I didn't do nothing.

-You were great, you were great.

You win some, you lose some. Anything? Money?

-The car.

-We bought a car.

-What do you mean you bought a car?

-You took ownership or ordered it?

-I ordered it.

-When?

-Yesterday.

OK, what did you put down, 1,000? Call the bank and stop payment.

You want a car? Call John's Bodyshop on Queen's Boulevard.

Tell him you're my client. He'll get you an almost new Caddy for half what you paid.

-I wanted a Trans Am.

-I want to live forever.

-Yeah.

-You're welcome.

Listen, when you get outside, take a cab, not on the subway,

because the animals will go nuts on her down there.

Then wait a few blocks and take that brace off your neck. You're getting a rash.

-Harry, are you going to send me a bill?

-You paid.

-No, I didn't.

-You paid me.

-No, I didn't.

-Gorgon, whatever your name is. Have you ever boxed?

-Boxed?

-Have you ever boxed?

-Boxed.

-A big white kid, change your name Irish Billy and put shamrocks on your trunks.

Lose about 90 pounds, you'll become a middleweight.

Come on, what did I do?

What did I do?

Hey, this is going to be great for you.

Hey, you're welcome, thank you for saying "thank you" after what I just did for you.

I just got this kid more God damn publicity.

The headlines will be "David and Goliath."

"Jack The Giant Killer." Picture them standing up in court.

Until now, superflyweight was a chink and greaser division.

No offence. What's going to happen now? Everybody will want to see Jack The Giant Killer fight.

That's right. He's a hero now, this kid. I did that.

Did you think I didn't know what I was doing? Tell Grossman it's on the house.

Tell him it's on the house.

Bless you, my son. The children thank you and God loves you.

Bless you, thank you.

Fucking cunt!

Eh, outside!

Move it, get your ass out!

Sleazy bitch!

Phil Masseros, the meanest bartender in New York.

The fucking guy just 86-ed a nun!

Last April she was the Easter bunny.

Fabian... It's a case.

Fabian, don't...

Oh, sister, I saw the whole thing.

I'm a lawyer. We'll sue his ass, OK?

Go fuck yourself!

-She just told me to go fuck myself.

-I agree.

-He agrees, this guy.

If Fabian saw a bird digging up a worm, he'd get the worm to sue for assault.

No, whiplash!

Harry Fabian, defender of worms.

I'm a good sport about it. What are your drinking? Johnny Walker?

Phil, Black Label on me. You'll never believe this.

I got a promoters licence. I'm inspired by you, man.

I'm taking a shot at promoting. Not on your level obviously.

To promoting!

ICE CLINKING

-This one's on you, eh?

-Come on, Boom Boom. Don't.

I knew this guy once.

He was a pretty shitty fighter, but what he could do...

I saw him do this once. He could take a guy's face like this.

And then take his finger.

Like this.

And drive it to his fucking brains.

Want a refill, tough guy?

-Tommy, Tommy.

-Hey, Harry.

-Who'd Al Grossman fight?

-Who?

Al Grossman. Boom Boom's brother. Who did he fight?

Al Grossman? Jeez, that's going back.

Who did he fight? Give me a name. Tommy fucking Morello or whoever.

Maxie Rosenbloom I think once. Old Slapsie Maxie.

What's the matter with you?

-Harry?

-Will you help the children, my son...

-What's the problem?

Say, Harry. Where you going?

SEAGULLS CALLING

Al Grossman?

Over there?

Thank you.

VOICES IN DISTANCE

..sticking him, sticking him.

And you know Tony. You should've known Tony.

I mean, he looks up at me. He says,

"Hey, Al? Where the fuck are we?"

LAUGHTER

I wish my father was alive just for today. Al Grossman.

This is Al Grossman!

My father worshipped the ground you walked on. He said the time

you fought Maxie Rosenbloom was the greatest fight he'd ever saw.

Which time?

-What?

-Well, which fight? The first or the second?

Which do you think, Al?

LAUGHTER

Harry Fabian, attorney of law. It's an honour.

You are a legend.

-Can I talk to you, Al, for a minute?

-Yeah.

'They gave me a nice apartment.'

-Right down by the ocean.

-Uh-huh.

-This development, you know what it's called?

-What?

Mountain View! HE LAUGHS

These developers, they've got another retirement compound.

-It's the same set-up. You know what they call that?

-What?

-Ocean View!

TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT

Ah, what the fuck do I know?

Still have my health though. Thank God.

-Except for one thing.

-What?

-Do you know, whenever I... How old are you?

What, do you have trouble getting up?

What the fuck are you doing here? Al, this is like Altakaka City.

You're a New York guy. I watched you, you're like A man of 47.

-Come on!

-What are you going to do?

Hook up with some little old pigeon?

Make a nice gefilte fish every night? Watch TV?

Go to a doctor, get a little surgical implant

with a little crank?

Play cards with a bunch of hearing aids? Give me a break!

It's the Greyhound station for death. Could you see Boom Boom here?

Hey, look. Don't fucking talk to me about that prick!

That I don't understand, Al. I'm going to tell you something.

-That makes me very depressed.

-Well, I don't talk about him.

There's two guys in three divisions.

-They can't get a title crack and you know why?

-Why?

They last signed up with that cocksucker!

Hey, my brother's an orthodontist. An orthodontist, you know?

-But he's still my brother, right?

-Hey, I'm no angel. I was no angel.

When I was a kid, I pulled some armed robbery. I mean...

It was a different time, but...

Well, you know, I had a gun.

I said "Stick 'em up!" or some shit like that.

It was an honest robbery. I mean, not like today.

Need those?

No.

Just don't talk to me about Boom Boom.

-You know what his real name is?

-Ira.

-Yeah.

Who gives a fuck!

What do you think about what I'm saying?

Come to town, spot me my talent. Bring back the good old days, huh?

-What do you think?

-Oh, they never were the good old days.

Maxie's always been a poor man's Al.

Whatever. But what do you think, huh?

HE SIGHS

-I'll do it on one condition.

-What?

-You've got to be honest with me.

Were you bullshitting me about your father?

Absolutely not, Mr Grossman. I swear on my goldfish's eyes

I was not bullshitting you. I swear...

I was lying out my ass.

Phil, there's a million guys out there I could be offering this to.

I come to you first out of respect and friendship.

Take a hike? Take a hike?!

With all due respect, a man comes to you,

offers you 20 large back on a 15,000 loan.

A man you've known for years, Phil! Take a hike?!

Come on! How could you say that to me? Phil. Really? How can you?

Bing, bang and a paper bag back to you, right from the ticket taker.

I won't even touch it. 2,000 seats at 15 a pop plus beer

and I won't make it back, Phil? Come on! With all due respect!

Can you get out of my face?

OK, look. I don't want to use the wrong word.

I won't say scared, that's not you.

But are you concerned about Grossman?

Just understand, normally I would be too.

But circumstances have turned out such that at present, you know what?

I fucking laugh at Grossman!

With all due respect, I fucking laugh at Grossman.

Grossman will not fucking come near me and I cannot tell you why

right now because it's a surprise, but hear this. Grossman's superman,

which he is not. And you know what I am? I am kryptonite. Trust me.

You saying I'm afraid of Grossman?

-Is that what you're saying?

-I said that? Did I say that?

Phil, did I say that?

I would put hot flaming barbecue fucking skewers in my fucking eyes

before I would say that to you or about you.

Phil! To you or about you.

Drop all thoughts of that right now, Phil.

But let me take another tact when I'm standing here with you, OK?

Phil, listen. You are the most successful of all my peers.

This establishment is like legendary in its reputation and excellence.

But, but... And once again,

I have to be painstakingly careful in my choice of words here.

Didn't you ever, in the middle of the night, maybe say 4.30am,

did you ever want to be more than just a bartender?

-We know you're a legendary bartender, but...

-Wait a minute.

What the fuck! Who the fuck do you think you're talking to, huh?

You asshole!

I mean, you don't even know what it's like to earn 15,000

and you come in here, running down my husband?!

-You ambulance-chasing, shyster bastard!

-YOU

-don't even trust you!

Hey, Helen. Just say what you feel. Don't hold back.

We're all friends here.

You know what? Why don't you just... I'll tell you something, Harry.

You're so fucking smart, you go out and you get 7,500

and Phil'll loan you 7,500 to match, OK?

I'll give you three days.

-Three days?

-Go.

Go, go, go.

Bitch!

MUSIC: "Money" by Barrett Strong

# The best things in life are free

# But you can keep it for the birds and bees

# I need money

# That's what I want

# Hey, I need money

# That's what I want... #

-Hey, Gupy.

-Harry!

-Is Faruz around?

-He's right there.

Harry, my son!

Abdul Ben Fazul!

-Hey! I dreamt of you last night.

-Me too! I dream about you last night.

-You did?

-Yeah! Hey, Gupta.

SPEAKS IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE

-I dream you become rich man.

-I dream

-YOU

-become rich man.

Harry, I'm not interested in boxing.

Faruz, you don't have to be interested in boxing.

You've got to be interested in getting back 9,000 on 75 guaranteed.

No, Harry.

-Please, guaranteed.

-Harry! I got something better for me and you.

What? Faruz, I could be going to a thousand guys.

-I'm coming to you first, you hear? I'm going to you first.

-Look.

Ever heard of these, Harry? Four heads, cable ready.

Plays dirty movies, cartoons for the children, everything.

Take it, take it. It's a gift.

-What, is this a gameshow?

-A friend gave them to me. I give some to you.

-Sell them for 400, you keep 200.

-Give me a break.

Faruz.

Harry, sell them for 400, you keep 200.

Yeah, right.

CHATTER AND TRAFFIC

-Lou, I'm talking about expanding your sports empire here.

-Kick-boxing?

-No, not kick-boxing. Then without a dice.

-What?

-I mean no dice. No dice. Like how you say?

-You like VCRs?

-No.

I've got a lot in the car. They go for 400 each at Trader Horn's.

-I give to you two for 700. Pick up Orient, everything.

-Nah, nah.

-650.

-Huh!

-550.

-Hm.

-500. That's it, my final price.

-Oh, Mr Peck, please.

-Shush!

-Please, can I...

-I'm talking now.

-Let me just explain...

You talked already, now me. Sit, sit!

Harry.

You say 2,000 seats at 15 a pop.

That's 30,000 plus beer and pretzels, whatever. Another three to five.

-Maybe more. That's bottom line.

-Harry, you ever hear Murphy's Law?

Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.

-That law was dedicated to guys like you.

-Mr Peck, come on.

You remember you came in here a few years ago? "Mr Peck! Mr Peck!" What?

You were going to buy two tonnes of rocks from the Berlin Wall.

Yeah, I was. Are you kidding? I would've cleaned up.

It's owning a piece of history.

No, you wouldn't. You've got rocks in your head. Nobody buys rocks.

What are you talking about? Look at the Berlin Wall today.

If I had invested then, you know how much I could have made?

I could have paid you back ten times.

-You know what that's all about?

-What?

You'd be so good at something if you'd only slow down.

Slow down, Mr Peck? How can I slow down? I'm like a shark.

-I stop moving, I die. You know, that's the way.

-Sharks got teeth!

Here, Harry. Come sit here.

Not too close, I got a cold. Listen.

Harry, I like you. You're a nice kid.

If you insist, I got to lend you.

I got to say yes. That's my business.

"But then what will happen?" Says my crystal ball. Something, something...

I don't know what. Maybe Grossman,

maybe the State Commissioner, but something.

And I'll be out my money.

You'll be in less than the best physical condition you'll ever

-be in, which I would hate to see.

-I would hate to see that too.

Yeah? And we couldn't even be on speaking terms anymore.

Harry, listen. I like you.

But if I'm such a last resort, don't be so desperate.

PIANO MUSIC AND CHATTER

Where is that, er... Oh.

You really should alphabetize your albums, Harry.

JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING

-IMPERSONATES HARRY:

-I pick my words carefully, but I mean,

you know, with all due respect. I mean, you know,

legendarily speaking. Are you in a bad mood or what? Hm?

See, he's confused.

He's thinking, you know,

"Should I bust the bitch in the face for humiliating me?

"Or should I thank her?"

"Yeah, you know, maybe I should thank her.

"Thank her for knocking down the loan to a reasonable amount

"That that little bastard is now obligated to

"if I come up with the rest."

What's that?

This is money.

This is money.

How much and for what?

This is 7,500. This is for you.

This is 5,000 for a friend of yours.

You get me something for this and then you get this.

-Where'd you get this?

-Come on, Harry.

You know I kept every cent I could get my hands on. Look at this.

Here. You take this to Phil. You say, "Phil, here you go.

"Cough up your end."

-Who's my friend for the five?

-You know The Blue Dolphin?

-What, on 11th street?

-Yeah.

It's closed. Somebody bought it. It's been closed for six months.

You take this, you get me a liquor licence so I can open it.

-You want it?

-Yeah. You're right, Harry. I'm a city girl.

What the fuck am I going to do in California?

I'd die in California.

-No, I've got to make my stuff happen here. It's just...

-SHE SIGHS

It's just I can't stand it anymore, you know?

He's all over me all the time. But I can't get a liquor licence

in New York because of that felony convictions I got on the books.

It's like a... It's like a tattoo, you know?

Helen, you leave Phil, you leave town.

Ah, screw him. Look, take this.

-Get me a licence like you did for Marty Fatass.

-Marty Fatass was a goddamned hack licence.

What you want is a whole different animal.

You're talking the State Liquor Authority now.

This is a whole different animal.

What, you haven't got a friend at fucking DSLA?

Why don't you just get it under another name or take on a partner?

Well...

You want to be my partner here?

-You want to be my partner? Hm?

-Me?

-Yeah.

Why on earth would anyone who knows me

willingly take me on as a partner? I mean, come on!

-You got more energy than Con Ed.

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah.

You're an eternal optimist and...

-You got a good heart.

-I do, huh?

-Yeah.

-You don't fool me.

-I don't, huh?

-Yeah.

Come on, what do you say?

Oh, really... No, thanks.

I really think I want to take a shot at this other thing.

Yeah? Really?

Hm.

No problem. You know, you just er...

You just give me the licence and then you can have the money.

I was asking around. They said the best was when they had

a Jew fighting an Italian. They'd line up for miles.

Also, I was thinking. What if I had an amateur night? Get a cop to fight

a fireman or a sanitation guy.

Drop some freebies off at the precinct, the firehouse, the dump?

Oh, fucking hell, man. This is it. No more bullshit, no more.

I can't stand it, man. I'm better than this. I'm no jerk. Well, I...

I am a jerk, but it's like playing possum so far. It's like light under

a bushel for me. I've been eating shit with a shovel. But this is it,

right? This is it, man. Fuck! Regis Philbin! Ho ho ho!

Do you know me?

People know me in the boxing world, but sometimes in an airport

or a hotel or a whorehouse, I'm just another schmuck. Another Harry.

That's why I carry this. Tch, tch, tch! American Express.

Don't leave home without it.

-D'you really think I have a good heart?

-Yes.

-D'you really think so, too?

-Yeah.

-You bitch(!)

I tricked you, didn't I?

-'SLA.'

-John Dugan, please.

Harry, I want to fly up a lady fiend, from Miami.

What lady friend? You turning sex beast on me now?

-'Dugan.'

-Huh?

-'Dugan.'

-Dugie! Baby in a box!

-'Fabian, how are you?'

Good. Good. Very good.

-Listen, I've got to see you.

-'No can do.'

What's 'no can do', a Chinese appetiser? I've got to see you. It's important.

-'About what?'

-I'm getting married. I want you to be my best man.

-'Don't fuck with me, OK? What else?'

-Why else would I call?

-'Nothing else?'

-Nothing else.

-'Where and when?'

Six o'clock good tonight? Mare Chiaro on Mulberry Street.

-'All right, I know it.'

-Six o'clock? OK.

What is this, Al? Who's this woman?

I can't have my personnel on morals charges.

Hey, Harry, are you getting married?

Look at 'em! Look at 'em!

You got any frequent flyer miles? You sure?

Rock and roll, champ.

MUSIC: "The Great Pretender" by The Platters

-Dugie!

-You getting married, Harry?

-Not exactly.

-I didn't think so.

I couldn't imagine being your best man. We don't even like each other.

I'm crazy about YOU. You just got a self image problem.

Anyway I have a friend getting married.

I want to give her a unique present, you know what I mean?

Can't do it anymore, Harry. They're watching me.

-I'm not sure.

-I've got five large to spend, more or less?

You got 7,500 to spend, more or less?

-75?

-75.

I don't have that.

What'd you bring me down here for? You waste my time. Come on!

Sit down. Come on.

Now it's 85, Harry.

-You're still a prick, aren't you?

-Yeah.

Takes one to know one.

Got any blanks? I'll print my own.

You're a forger, huh, Harry? You got 1,500 for me?

It's in the paper.

So's your blank.

2,000, Harry.

Just do it right, Herman.

It's got to look right. It's got to look genuine.

(Oh, boy!)

SHE LAUGHS

Harry, you want to celebrate, or something?

I'm going to crash.

No! Come on! I know what.

-Do that American Express commercial. Come on.

-Nah!

Come on, Harry. Do it once, please?!

-Ah!

-Let me try it.

SHE IMPERSONATES HARRY: Hi. You know me?

In the boxing world, my name is a household word.

But sometimes in airports, restaurants,

whorehouses...

SHE LAUGHS

Come on, you do it!

-No!

-Do it, do it , do it!

DO IT!

Hi, D'you know me?

In the boxing world, I'm a household name.

But in an airport, or a hotel, they treat me like everybody else.

Piece of shit.

SHE LAUGHS

You know something?

You're just like a...

..hero looking for a target.

Come in with me on this thing.

I'll bring you home, baby.

Huh?

-I can't.

-What?

Come on, Harry.

You and me, beneath the tree.

Doing what comes naturally.

What's this?

What's what?

Where'd you get this?

-From my friend, the Chase Manhattan.

-What d'you call them, Peck?

Do I look that desperate, Phil?

Hey, Helen. Did you see this?

Where did you get this?

-You might have underestimated my resourcefulness.

-Fuck you.

But a deal's a deal, right? We're men of honour.

Honourable men go with honourable men.

Why the fuck would you raise 7,500?

-So, uh...

-No problem.

Just tell me when you need it, you'll have it.

Well, how about right now?

I've got to rent a big place. I got to line up my meat,

-I got to lay down my bond.

-How much is the bond?

-Seven.

-Seven?

You got that without me.

You don't have to lay out anything else till fight night, right?

Phil, you're leaving me with, like, 500 here.

You going to bust balls, Fabian?

I said I'd give it to you when you needed it. Did I not say that?

OK. yes, you DID say that.

And I DO believe you. Absolutely.

Nice people. Nice music.

Y'all got something to shave with, take a walk now.

These here? Radar hands. You got it, I'll find it.

Nice suit. Where'd you get it at, Marty's? Let's go.

-Yo, what we got here?

-Father Time.

Too old to hold your hands up?

Hold your hands up!

You're scaring me, pops, you're scaring me.

-Scare you.

-Shake a tail feather.

-Prick!

-Radar hands. Let's move it!

MUSIC: "Forgiveness" by Lynn Davis

Harry, I'm going to break that bastard's face.

Oh, forget him. What do you think? Big enough or what?

-Forget him?

-What do you think about the place?

-It's great, huh?

-What? It's a fucking dance hall!

Yeah. It's great, though. It's great for a fight.

Let's dance. Come on, disco buddy!

-Harry, I'm having second thoughts about you.

-Yeah, right.

I'm getting 'hocked in kopf' with this hubbub, Harold.

-His name is Harry. Harry.

-It's Harry.

-...Three times already.

OK, it's right over here. Right on the right.

There you go, Frieda.

HE WHISPERS

Hey, shyster, Boom Boom wants to talk to you.

Now.

Uh... I'll be right back.

Have the homemade soup. It's very good.

-You can order one for me, too.

-Homemade, in whose home?

-What are you doing with him?

-With who?

-What's he doing with you?

He's got a bum heart. What are you doing with him?

-Take it easy. You still got registered hands.

-Harry?

Hal.

-Let's go, Harry.

-Yeah, let's go!

Hal...

-Donny, I need some help over here.

-All right. Wait a minute.

-Ah, Fabian.

-Mr Resnick. How are you?

-How are you?

-This is Al Grossman.

-Come on down to the office. Boxing, huh?

It takes balls, Mr Resnick, and you got balls by the dozen.

I could tell. Huh? It's a GREAT place.

-Al, give him a hand.

-What am I doing here?

He wants 5,000 for the night,

so I'm giving him the VCRs as collateral.

What the hell is this? Oh, boy.

Aw, shit.

You know, Harry, I...

PHONE RINGS

'Champion Enterprises, can I help you?

-'Hold on, please.'

-Listen, tell him we're here.

'Mr Grossman...'

Some place. BIG time!

PHONE RINGS

'Champion Enterprises, can I help you?'

Hey, Boom Boom, long time no see. Nice place. Hey, Cuda.

Coulda, woulda, shoulda.

Just kidding.

Listen, kid, I'm only kidding, man.

No hard feelings, OK?

You know, it's just the way it is.

Hey, take it easy.

Ow! Take it easy.

ELEVATOR BELL RINGS

Easy! One more fucking move, spic,

I'll step on your fucking head!

No!

What are you getting yourself into, Al?

You want to do strong-arm shit, Ira?

-You're a very foolish man, Al.

-Yeah, well, that's OK.

-Come on.

-What do you know about this little prick?

He's OK.

Well, I'd like to have a few words with Harry.

Go ahead.

Alone.

Please.

It's OK, Al. It's cool. Don't worry.

-Harry, Harry, Harry.

-That's my name.

So you're really going to go through with this, huh?

Why don't I give you a little money

so you can forget it, huh?

I mean, fight game's tough. It's not for everybody.

How much do you want, Harry?

I want to tell you something.

Whatever anybody thinks of me, I paid my dues.

Six years of Legal Aid, I must have represented 15,000 poor people.

You do it fast. You never go to trial.

Cut the best deal on the spot, and move on.

In private practice, you can't shake that six year 'go-go' head.

With civil cases, you get somebody by the balls,

make them pay, you get the hell out.

Like a machine, like an animal, like with you.

All I ever do is take the money and run. That's all I ever do.

About ten years ago, I had these clients,

a Puerto Rican family from Bed-Stuy.

And the police, they were like looking for somebody.

So, they broke in, and they beat up everybody

in the whole fucking family. The kids, the grandmother, everybody.

They had the wrong house.

I took the New York City Police Department to court.

They gave me 10,000 and my clients 10,000 to go away.

10,000 to each of us to go AWAY. And I took it.

I took it. I don't know how much we could've gotten, you know?

I could've like taken the New York City Police Department to court,

and I didn't, you know? I mean, I could've, like, won.

I could've SCORED, you know? Not money, but scored.

Instead, I just took what they fucking gave me,

like a fucking asshole.

I'm tired of being an asshole, and being a schmuck, and laughed at, and everybody making fun.

They think I'm just a little fucking putz. I'm not like that.

-You know, why can't

-I

-have a piece?

-Why can't

-I

-be the man, for once?

I'm going to MAKE my stand, be a fucking boxing promoter.

If I go all the way, like just to get you over a barrel,

I'd do it all the time, right?

Right? Why should I?

Why should I settle for that?

Just for the record, though, I want to ask you something.

How much WERE you going to pay me?

You're not wearing a wire, are you?

No offence. I didn't think you were.

You want to go ahead with this, I can't make you stop.

But my brother Al, I mean, he's a world-class putz,

but what are you going to do?

He's my big brother. I love him. I worry about him.

He don't like me. He thinks I'm bad for boxing.

But who the hell cares, you know?

My point is, uh... You sure you're not wearing a wire?

-I said no.

-Good.

-All right?

-Good.

Cos the point is...

If anything should happen to my brother.

I mean anything. If he gets the flu,

a heart attack. He's had TWO, you know.

If he gets as much as a fucking headache,

I will have you killed, Harry.

Fuck you with these registered weapons.

You will die, Harry.

So you take good care of my brother, huh?

Make sure he don't get too excited.

Let's rock and roll, champ.

I got four fucking hundred dollars to my fucking name.

I got to pay the printers, the doctors, the judges.

-Easy. Anything happens to you, I'm dead.

-You got to pay Al.

You? I thought you LOVED boxing. Got any money I can borrow?

How about your girlfriend? She win at cards a lot?

I'll tell you who I like. That kid there.

And that kid over there.

That kid eating Fritos is good, too.

And that lightweight, you know?

-And, uh, these two kids here.

-They got fast hands.

-They're brothers.

-Whoa! The brother thing, I like.

Get them to fight each other. Cain and Abel.

I like that. This, I don't know.

Everybody's from uptown. It's like a night in Nairobi.

How about him? Adam Carrington, there.

And this kid, Battling Chan. Got to get Moshe Dayan?

-Oh, come on, now. Will you be serious?

-I'm serious as cancer.

Wait a minute. Excuse me.

What do you MEAN, you're leaving me?

-Feel better now?

-No, worse.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Come here. Come over here.

Fuck you!

Let me kiss you, Helen.

I want to kiss you, Helen.

Just let me talk to you. Don't walk away from me.

-Just let me talk to you.

-You go to hell.

Enough of this shit!

-Where'd you get the money for the liquor licence, Helen?

-I earned it.

What do you mean? Like tips? You saved up your tips?

Don't you fucking touch me!

I kept sticking him, sticking him.

Finally, wham, boom! I hit him a hook.

Oh, Harry, I want you to meet Bobo Epstein.

-Bobo.

-Tommy Carver.

-Tommy.

-Freddy, uh... Freddy.

-DiMario.

-That's right.

-And Jap Epstein.

-Jap.

-They all got good boys.

-Who's got the brothers?

-Me.

-They fight each other?

-Heh. Not without knives.

-THEY LAUGH

SIREN WAILS

-Helen, what are you doing here?

-Hey! I did it.

-I'm FREE.

-Jesus. What happened?

Oh, fucking Phil, you know. Yeah.

-Helen, listen, listen.

-What?

This place in California, where's that at?

Somewheres out of Big Sur. Redwoods.

Maybe try it, after all.

You know, New York, Phil, with the licence...

There are so many factors around here, you should start fresh

-New York is a sewer, if you think about it. Jesus.

-Come upstairs, you can tell me all about it.

No, I'm serious, shit happens, look what happened to you.

DOOR SLAMS

How can you tell me something like this?

Phil, I almost didn't.

I told myself, Boom Boom, keep your nose out of where it don't belong.

Then I said to myself, Phil's your friend, even then I said,

"Don't tell him Boom Boom."

But then I hear the straw that broke the camel's back.

You loaned this guy money,

I said to myself, enough is enough, Boom Boom.

Do your duty. Weather the storm of outrage.

Helen and Fabian.

Harry Fabian.

Where do you think he got the money? From the money store?

How did she get a liquor licence with her record?

She must know some funny phone numbers down there.

Or she knows somebody that knows some funny phone numbers.

I do this for you, you do this for me, come on, do you think I enjoy tell you all this?

This is like agony for me, this guy's a total fuck,

which I'm sure doesn't come as a big revelation to you.

I'm sorry, but you're better off hearing it from me,

you know what I mean?

You should put their records under their names, Harry.

You're right, absolutely right, so put the records, but put high wins and low losses, OK?

-Anything else?

-I was just thinking, you know what you should do?

Put Irish before Steve Cotton, put Ice before between Al and Cole.

You finished? You want these things today or not?

Yeah, wait, let me finish, let's see.

I've got a great fucking idea, I should have thought of this before,

I cannot fucking believe this, this is a great, great idea. You know that sporting goods store,

Bojacks? One of the guys, Bo Feldlman, he sued his partner. I got him the store, more or less,

the guy still owes me. So I'll get all like a couple of hundred boxing gloves, right?

I'll say free boxing gloves to the first 200 customers, right?

And I'll put up here, "Get Punchy, New York!"

Great idea, great fucking idea voila! Finished!

OK, 300 posters, tickets, 2,000 tickets.

-2,001, one for yourself.

-One? 1,500 dollars.

-That sound fair, I'll pay you right after the fight.

-Bullshit!

Come on, Herman? Right after the fight, no good?

-OK, before the fight, happy?

-Harry...

Herman, I'm going to write you a bad cheque, you want me to do that? What are you worried about?

My backer can't pay me until around the end of the fight, so what's the difference?

Take it out of the receipts, it'll be right there.

-Levon!

-Why do we always go through this every time with you?

-I'm going to pay you.

-I'm going to give Levon my ticket, Harry.

-OK, I don't give a shit.

-You know what I mean?

Yeah, give it to anybody you want. How you doing? give him two tickets.

Come on, let's go, Radar hands here.

You got it, I'm going to find it. I like what I do, it feels so good.

All right, let's keep the line going.

Here to see Mr Resnick, I know the routine.

-Oh, it's Father Time again.

-He's with me.

I got to check him for hardware.

Can't you hear? I'm with him.

He's with me, it's OK.

Go ahead in, Pops.

Fucking piece of shit!

-You did your homework, I'm proud of you.

-Good, huh?

I'll do the same for you, all the security in the world here.

-I was going to use some of my own people.

-No, it's on the house, comes with the place.

-Really?

I handle everything, the bar, everything, is take care of for you.

-What do you mean? That's what I do for a living!.

-I'm in a meeting!

-This scumbag is selling blow in the joint.

-Get him out of here!

-Save this for later.

-What do you mean you'll handle the bar?

I'm equipped for everything, I've got the chair, the ring, it all going into the rental.

-You take care of the gate and the fighters, it's that simple.

-No, no, screw you, man.

-Screw me?

-Yeah! That's the deal, man.

-Wipe your ass with that!

Go to a Ukrainian fucking dancehall.

-Get the fuck out!

-Don't touch me!

-Who are you to touch me?

-Al, do you know whose brother this is?

This is Boom Boom's brother. I don't want to be swimming in blood over here.

Don't give me that pile of shit!

It's 9,000, you got it?

I've got a circus I could book that night, I don't need you!

You've just got to take it out of the gate.

I don't take anything out of the gate, it comes up front.

It's 3,000 for the insurance, that's the joke.

-OK, OK, now problem, let's go. You all right?

-Yeah, I'm all right.

-The 200 gloves is a nice touch.

Where the fuck else are we to go, we've got six days?

-I'll going to kill him.

-We make matches. I'm not promoting this, Christ!

I owe Herman to print and I've got to pay this fucking dick.

Al, you OK? You shouldn't get excited.

Shouldn't get excited.

You kiss everybody's ass and I shouldn't get excited?

Whose ass did I kiss? Whose ass? I'm saving your life.

Jumping in saying, "Fine," to everybody. You're always with the hands, the hands.

-I've got to kiss ass to keep you out of trouble.

-Me?

-Yeah.

-I'm standing up for you, puissant. You let everybody walk all over you!

-Who?

-Everybody!!

Come on, that's not true, what are you talking about?

-You couldn't promote a fucking pillow fight.

-You all right?

-Yeah.

-Take another pill. Al.

-I'm OK. I'm, OK.

You get too excited, you get too excited. Jeez.

9,000, the cocksucker, I can't fucking believe it!

Always remember to tell the customers what great wines we have by the glass, OK?

Hey, Harry, come in, come on, hey,

Harry, you got to come in! Come on!

Please. Come on in.

Hey. Everybody, this is Harry Fabian, you know?

How are you?

Want you to know this face, memorise it,

you are never to accept money from this man. He is family.

Do you want to bring Mr Fabian a cup of coffee?

-Looks great!

-Yeah.

Very nice. Promising.

-Helen, listen. Yeah?

-This is the bottom for me

to come to you like this. I need a loan, about 5,000,

I'll pay your back 6.5 on the night of the fight,

I swear on my mother's eyes!

-I mean, these people are fucking me around. I'm stuck.

-I don't have it.

If you had come to me yesterday, I would have had it,

it's just...you see that? That's your loan.

That is a cruvinet, keeps open wine fresh so I can serve glasses

of the good stuff without ditching the bottles.

Anyway, there's your loan money. It has something to do with nitrogen balance.

That wine cooler cost 16 grand.

Yeah, there are like only ten in all of Manhattan.

I can see why.

Yeah. Anyway, I'm almost tap city my self, Harry.

So, why don't you ask Phil?

Because it's a good deal, it really is, I just don't have it.

So, Hey, harry, you want to see great art?

Look, I'm going to go, OK?

Good luck. Yeah, Thanks for trying to help.

-Hey, if Phil can't come through then come back.

-OK.

I can make some calls, I can try.

-It's not good, Phil.

-What?

The loan, I appreciate it but save your money, it's just not good.