-In a porno movie house, JERSEY and MATT are in a middle of a deal with three men in dark clothing. JERSEY still recalls the night in his nightmares, the night of the shooting.-

-JERSEY takes the cell phone from the MAN'S hand, as he gives one to him. Pressing the one-dial touch button, an auto-dialer can be heard from the cell phone. JERSEY puts his ear to the phone, as the MAN does the same to his.-

VOICE: Is this the client?

JERSEY: I am the client.

VOICE: What is the password.

JERSEY: There is no password.

-The VOICE on the phone grunts with approval.-

VOICE: The merchandice is beneath the 12th Street bridge, underneath the garbage can on Abbey Road. There, you will see a small hole, with your merchandice.

JERSEY: It's a pleasure doing business with ya'.

-With this, JERSEY pushes the 'end' button on the cell phone, ending the conversation. JERSEY sees that the MAN with the jother cell phone has done the same. The MAN extends his hand out for JERSEY to shake. JERSEY does the same.-

MAN #1: You have a good night, sir.

JERSEY: You as well.

-The three men in the non-conspicuious clothing leave the porn theater. MATT looks at them, then pulls the .45 that he had aiming at them.-

MATT: I don't think they realized that I was even paying attention.

JERSEY: I agree. I didn't think you were paying attention!

-MATT gives JERSEY a sly smaile, then armpits the .45-

MATT: Let's go grab a burger. I'm famished.

-Both MATT and JERSEY leave the porn house through a side exit. The alley way that they step in is even more seedy, and dirty than the theater. MATT and JERSEY walk through, hands in the pockets of their jackets. They walk over a few streets to walk into a run-down fast-food resturant. Depressed people eating non-nutricinal food served by glum employees describe the better points of the resturant. Even the sign is short on letters, like a gapping maw with missing teeth.-

JERSEY: Give us two burgers with cokes, an' make it sharpish.

-The employee complies, and soon, MATT and JERSEY have their drab burgers that lack anything considered healthy about them.-

MATT: Don't ya' think that meet was easier than expected?

JERSEY: What do ya' want, Matt, Them giving you flowers for yer Mum? We're not in this business because of it's higher points of modern civility, Matt. We're fuckin' gun-runners, not exactally the Martha Stewart Club, now, is it?

-JERSEY pauses to take a bite out of the burger.-

JERSEY: And to top it off, any meet that goes easy, means that there are less hastles. Do ya' want them to bargain with us in the open?

MATT: Well, no, but...

JERSEY: But nothing. If yer' afraid that they mean to stiff us in some way, I agree. But don't whine an' complain until after the business part is over, o.k.? Bitch about it tomorrow when I don't give two shits 'bout it.

-MATT smiles.-

MATT: O.K., Jersey. Yer right, ya' know. That's why I keep Mr. .45 when we need him.

-MATT pauses.-

MATT: Why the 'ell don't ya' carry heat, Jersey?

JERSEY: Because any balls-lackin' bastaid' can get off an' pull a fuckin' trigger. But to go up to a wanker an' flatten his sniffer in, takes more guts an' glory than gang-bangin' some fuckin' prat. Less jail-time, too.

MATT: So ya' sayin' I'm a balls-lackin' bastid'?

-In mock anger.-

JERSEY: No, Matt, not at all, I know ya' have them. Yer' always flappin' them out in that shit-house porn theater to get to business. Yer' got more nuts down there, than ya' got up here.

-JERSEY points to his head at the last words, signifing his head. MATT laughs.-

JERSEY: Don't worry yerself bald, Matt. Stick by me in any situation, an' I'll take good care of ya'. I promise ya'.

-We spring forward to JERSEY abruptly waking up in a hotel bed, drenched in sweat. He just woke up from his nightmare. After rubbing his eyes, JERSEY gets out of the bed and looks at a picture of him and MATT standing together, a picture taken not three days before the shooting.-

JERSEY: Don't worry, Matt. I'll get them. I'll get them for ya'. That's one promise I intend not to break!

-TO Be Continued-

02/11/2002

Posted on 02/11/2002
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