watch.
TEACH : Yes. I am, Donny. What am I, you’re my keeper all a sudden?
DON : I’m paying you to do a thing, Teach, I expect to know where you are when.
TEACH : Donny. You aren’t paying me to do a thing. We are doing something together. I know we are. My watch broke, that is my concern. The thing is your and my concern. And the concern of Fletcher. You want to find a reason we should jump all over each other all of a sudden like we work in a bloodbank , fine. But it’s not good business.
Pause.
And so who knows what time it is offhand? Jerks on the radio? The phone broad?
Pause.
Now, I understand nerves.
DON : There’s no fuckin’ nerves involved in this. Teach.
TEACH : No, huh?
DON : No.
TEACH : Well, great. That’s great, then. So what are we talking about? A little lateness? Some excusable fucking lateness? And a couple of guys they’re understandably a bit excited?
Pause.
DON : I don’t like it.
TEACH : Then don’t like it, then. Let’s do this. Let’s everybody get a writ. I got a case. You got a case. Bobby—I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing here . . .
DON : Leave him alone.
TEACH : Now I’m picking on him.
DON : Leave him alone.
TEACH : What’s he doing here?
DON : He came in.
BOB : I found a nickel.
TEACH : Hey, that’s fantastic.
BOB : You want to see it?
TEACH : Yes, please let me see it.
BOB (hands nickel, wrapped in cloth, to TEACH ): I like ‘em because of the art on it.
TEACH : Uh-huh.
BOB : Because it looks like something.
TEACH (to DON ): Is this worth anything?
BOB : We don’t know yet.
TEACH : Oh.
BOB : We’re going to look it up.
TEACH : Oh, what? Tonight?
BOB : I think so.
DON (hangs up phone) : Fuck.
TEACH : So where is he?
DON : How the fuck do I know?
TEACH : He said he’d be here?
DON : Yes, he did, Teach.
BOB : Fletcher?
TEACH : So where is he, then? And what’s he doing here?
DON : Leave him alone. He’ll leave.
TEACH : He’s going to leave, huh?
DON : Yes.
TEACH : You’re sure it isn’t like the bowling league, Fletch doesn’t show up, we just suit up Bobby, give him a shot and he goes in?
Pause.
Aaah, fuck. I’m sorry. I spoke in anger. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. (Everybody can make mistakes around here but me.) I’m sorry, Bob, I’m very sorry.
BOB : That’s okay, Teach.
TEACH : All I meant to say, we’d give you a fuckin’ suit, like in football . . .
Pause.
and you’d (You know, like, whatever . . . ) and you’d go in. (Pause. To DON ) So what do you want me to do? Dress up and lick him all over? I said I was sorry, what’s going on here. Huh? In the first place. I come in, I’m late . . . he’s here . . .
Pause.
DON : Bobby, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? (He picks phone up and dials.)
BOB : I need some money.
TEACH (digging in pockets) : What do you need?
BOB : I want to sell the buffalo nickel.
TEACH : I’ll buy it myself.
BOB : We don’t know what it’s worth.
TEACH : What do you want for it?
BOB : Fifty dollars.
TEACH : You’re outta your fuckin’ mind.
Pause.
Look. Here’s a fin. Get lost. Okay?
Pause.
BOB : It’s worth more than that.
TEACH : How the fuck do you know that?
BOB : I think it is.
Pause.
TEACH : Okay. You keep the fin like a loan. You keep the fuckin’ nickel, and we’ll call it a loan. Now go on. (He hands nickel back to BOB .)
DON (hangs up phone): Fuck.
BOB : I need more.
TEACH (to DON ): Give the kid a couple of bucks.
DON : What?
TEACH : Give him some money.
DON : What for?
TEACH : The nickel.
Pause.
BOB : We can look in the book tomorrow.
DON (to TEACH ): You bought the nickel?
TEACH : Don’t worry about it. Give him some money. Get him out of here.
DON : How much?
TEACH : What? I don’t care . . .
DON (to BOB) : How much . . . (To TEACH ) What the fuck am I giving him money for?
TEACH : Just give it to him.
DON : What? Ten? (Pause. Digs in pocket, hands bill to BOB . ) How is that, Bob? (Pause. Hands additional bill to BOB. )
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