Mean Gene

SCENE 8

(Gene’s apartment, late night)

 

(PHONE RINGS)

 

GENE

Yeah.  Augie!  Well goddamn partner.  I thought you forgot all about me.  Why ain’t you been in Aug?  You know I’m back at Pequod’s.  Absolutely pal.  We got a special just for fat-ass spics on parole.  How long you been out?  Nice.  Nice.  Getting the lay of the land again.  Good man.

 

It’s steady.  A few of the old timers drift in.  They look beat to hell.  No.  Not like the old days.  I push drinks is all.  Tinker won’t even let me give beers away Aug.  Guy’s a fucking respectable citizen.

 

Sure.  I can talk.  I mean it Aug.  It’s me.  What’s up?  What, you got an offer I can’t refuse?  Don’t worry about Finn.  Finn ain’t shit.  He ain’t worth shit.  Fucking guy.  His fucking career.  No, what’s the story?  Some commerce?

 

What?  Davey?  Yeah.  Yeah, he’s at Ignatius.  Gonna be a sophomore, again.  Takes after his old man, yeah.  He’s a punk Aug.  Grass and ass.  Grass and ass.

 

What are you saying?  Look, the kid’s a fuck up, but he’s not stupid.  No, he has lots of friends.  All kinds.  Why don’t you tell me first and I’ll tell him.

 

Are you fucking serious Augie?  Are you out of your goddamn mind?  You want to bring my kid on?  That school’s already controlled.  You go there and do it yourself.  Not my fucking kid, asshole.

 

What do you mean?  You mean hundred.  A hundred you mean.  You mean thousand?  Jesus fuck.  That’s a lot Augie.  I’m doing the math.  I’m doing it.

 

Okay Aug.  Okay.  Come by this weekend.  We’ll talk about it.  Don’t sweat Finn.  Finn’s a fucking joke twice over.  No, keep Davey out of it until we talk.  I’m serious Augie.  Until we talk.  Understand?  Fine.  Okay.  Lemme watch my fucking show.

 

(lights dim)