easy, doyle, easy, buddy. what's up there, monty? monty turns back to the river. doyle barks again.
you want to tell the dog to relax? hey there, doyle. good dog.
i don't think your dog likes me .
i'm hungry here. woke up an hour ago and i was hungry.
one hundred and tenth? come on, i'm good.
okay, okay. i'm just saying, i'm not looking for a mercy pop.
cut myself shaving this morning -- four times. can't keep my hands steady. come on, monty, help me out. i can't go to harlem. look at me--- they'll eat me alive up there. monty finally stands and walks toward the man, closer and closer until their faces are inches apart.
you worried about me narking you out? you know who i am.
five years i've been coming to you. all right, all right, i'm leaving. there's no need to be nasty. monty and doyle watch the man go; they begin walking in the opposite direction. they pass the concrete chessboards, the sandboxes, and pause for a moment by a basketball court. six teens play -- with little skill -- one last game before school. monty shakes his head disdainfully, watching one player dribble at the top of the key.