[Closeup of the Cowboy's white-socked feet with no shoes on a poker table]
Ace Rothstein:
[to Billy Sherbert, referring to Cowboy]
I don't give a shit who he's connected to. Tell him to take his fucking feet off the table. What's he think this is, a goddamn sawdust joint?
Billy Sherbert:
[approaches Cowboy]
Sir, would you mind taking your feet off the table and putting your shoes on, please?
Cowboy:
[sighs]
Yeah, I would mind. I'm having a bad night.
Billy Sherbert:
[returning to Ace]
Fucking asshole won't budge.
Ace Rothstein:
[smoking a cigarette]
Call security.
[approaching Cowboy and says firmly]
Ace Rothstein:
How are you?
Cowboy:
Good. How are you?
Ace Rothstein:
Good. You want to do me a favor? You want to take your feet off the table and put your shoes back on?
Cowboy:
Fuck you.
[Ace walks nearby to Security Guards]
Ace Rothstein:
I want you vacate this guy off the premises, and I want you to exit him off his feet and use his head to open the fucking door.
[Three security guards approach Cowboy]
Security Guard:
Sir, you're gonna have to leave. You mind accompanying us outside?
Cowboy:
Bullshit, I ain't going anywhere.
Security Guard:
Bullshit, you're out of here, cowboy!
[Security Guard knocks his feet off the table, as the others lift him off his seat]
Cowboy:
Fuck you! FUCK YOU!
Security Guard:
Yeah?
Cowboy:
You know who you're fucking with? Huh? Do you? You fucking faggot! Do you know who you're fucking with? Huh? Do you?
Security Guard:
Now, move along.
Cowboy:
[screaming at Ace, who follows him]
You fucking faggot! Do you know who you're fucking with?
[the Security Guards carry him out and forcefully shove him towards a side exit]
Cowboy:
Leave me alone!
Security Guard:
Here we go.
Cowboy:
[grunting]
You gotta be kidding me!
[Security Guards lift him off his feet and, holding him like a battering ram, smash his head into the door]
Ace Rothstein:
[voiceover, after having cowboy thrown out]
Sure enough, an hour later, I get the call.
Nicky Santoro:
[into telephone]
Ace, what happened over there? I mean, did you know that guy you threw out was with me?
[in background the cowboy stands there with some other guys]
Ace Rothstein:
[into telephone]
No, I didn't know that. But you know what he did?
Nicky Santoro:
No.
[He gives Cowboy a look]
Ace Rothstein:
He insulted Billy. And then I walked over to him politely and he tells me to go fuck myself.
Nicky Santoro:
What?
Ace Rothstein:
Then he called me a faggot. So what do you think I do? I threw that cocksucker out.
Nicky Santoro:
What? Hold on a second.
[He puts down the phone, to Cowboy]
Nicky Santoro:
Hey, come here.
[Cowboy walks up to him]
Nicky Santoro:
You called my friend a faggot? You tell him to go fuck himself?
Cowboy:
[stuttering]
Nicky, I didn't - I did - I didn't...
Nicky Santoro:
[angry]
Is that what you did? Tell him to go fuck himself? You fucking hick! Fucking.
[Nicky hits Cowboy on the head with phone. He falls back, groaning. Ace listens to the noise of Nicky roughing up Cowboy]
Nicky Santoro:
You big fucking hick, you. Come here. Come here.
[to Frank Marino]
Nicky Santoro:
Get him up. Come here.
Frank Marino:
Get up, get up.
Nicky Santoro:
[to Cowboy]
You go over there right now and you apologize. You better hope he lets you back in. If you ever get out of line over there again, I'll smash your fucking head so hard you won't be able to get that cowboy hat on. You hear me? Fucking hick.
[backs on the phone]
Nicky Santoro:
Sammy, listen. This guy obviously doesn't know who he was talking to, you understand? He doesn't know that, uh, we're dear friends. I mean, he's already very sorry. But, uh, if you could do me a favor to let him back in, I swear to you he'll never get out of line again. I promise you that.
Ace Rothstein:
If he does it again, he's out for good. I don't care what it is, Nick, I'm gonna ha- I'll - I'll never let him in the place again.
Nicky Santoro:
I'm sorry about this. Really. All right, Ace?
Ace Rothstein:
Okay.
Nicky Santoro:
Thanks, pal.
[hangs up and turns to cowboy for round two of his scolding]
Nicky Santoro:
You took your boots off? You put your feet on the table... you shit-kicking, stinky, horse-manure-smelling motherfucker you! You fuck me up over there, I'll stick you in a hole in the fucking desert! You understand?
[slapping Cowboy in the face]
Nicky Santoro:
Go over there and apologize.
[kicking the chastined Cowboy away]
Nicky Santoro:
Go! Get the fuck out of here!
Cowboy:
Nicky, I'm sorry!
