The World is Yours
Author's note: This is my first attempt at a "Scarface" story, after seeing the movie once,so Ihope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
It was two in the morning and Tony couldn't sleep; he had a lot on his mind. The wedding was only a few days away and there were a million things to do, but nothing that could be done at this time of night. He couldn't think straight about any of it so he decided to go out for a while and get some air. So he got out of bed and changed out of his fancy silk pajamas into a red Hawaiian shirt and some tan pants. He tried being as quiet as possible, but it was no good, Elvira still heard him.
"Where're you going, Tony?" she asked as she turned over in bed to face him.
Tony wondered if he should tell her the truth, and decided he'd tell her partially the truth. "I cannot sleep, I going out for a while…I be back."
"Promise?" Elvira groggily asked.
Tony let out a single laugh. "What, you think I'm going to run off with someone else? No, I coming back."
"In one piece?"
"Yes, now go back to sleep," Tony replied.
Tony slipped on a jacket and placed some moneyin his pocket before going downstairs.
The Golden Crown, Tony had never been there before, but he heard it was a good place to kill time and make, or lose, quite a bit of money.It was also one of the only casinos that was still open this late in this part oftown.Heparked the Porsche in the parking lotand headed in.
The first place Tony went to was the bar, the current bartender had their back turned to him, Tony said 'hey' a couple of times, but the bartender didn't seem to hear him.
"Hey, you fucking deaf or something? I want a drink," Tony said.
The bartender turned around and Tony couldn't believe they'd let this guy work here, he didn't look anymore than 15 or 16, at the most. He was a couple inches shorter than Tony and had short dark hair, bright blue eyes, a light tan and he was dressed in faded blue jeans and a white sleeves shirt.
"Sorry pal, what will ya have?" the kid asked.
"Sheesh, they let you work in here so young?" Tony asked.
The kid laughed, "I'm not as young as you think, chico."
"Funny," Tony said, not amused, "well your voice isn't done cracking yet…"
"You have no idea," the kid replied, "now what is it you want?"
"Get me a gin," Tony told him, "no wait, get me two."
The kid turned back around and poured him the drinks and turned back around to hand them to him, "$2.50."
"Already?" Tony asked.
"Boss likes money upfront," the kid said.
"Two-fifty," Tony sneered as he took the money out of his pocket, "I spit on two-fifty."
Tony handed the kid a hundred, expecting him to say he couldn't make change for it, but instead the kid pulled a bunch of bills out of his pocket and dropped the folded bills intoTony's hand, "you want the 50 cents too?"
"Fuck no, matter of fact," Tony dropped the change back on the bar's counter, "keep the fucking money, I'm making enough I can afford to lose this."
"Mighty generous of you sir, come here often?" the boy asked as he stuffed the money back in his pocket.
"No, this is my first night here…I hear it's good," Tony said as he looked around.
"You bet, we got just about every type of gambling in this joint, you name it, you can probably play it," the kid said.
"Thanks, uh…you know where the roulette tables are?" Tony asked.
The kid pointed to the back of the casino, "want a tip?"
"Sure."
"No one's having much luck tonight, but if you want a quick winning and turn a few heads, then take 33," the kid said.
Tony nodded, he didn't really care if he won or lost, but it might raise a few eyebrows if people were having that poor of luck winning. He turned around with both drinks in his hands and was about to leave when he heard the kid call from behind, "Montana!"
Tony thought he'd drop his glasses, he wasn't really worried that the kid knew him, just shocked, that kid made no recognition that he knew him before. He went back over to the bar and said in a low voice so only the two of them heard, "what did you say?"
The kid looked down for a minute as if he was trying to remember what he said, and he looked up at Tony again. "I said, Montana…that's your name, right?"
"Fucking right, but why didn't you say anything before?" Tony asked.
"I just remembered you...it's been a while," the kid said.
Tony thought one of them had to be out of their fucking minds and he was pretty sure it wasn't him, he never saw this guy before.
"You don't remember, me, do you?" the kid asked.
Tony thought about it until his head hurt, the kid did seem familiar now that he thought of it, but from where?
Now it came back to him, back when he and Manny were working in that grease ball diner washing dishes, a delivery kid would come in every few days with a package for their boss. He didn't pay much attention to the kid, but the kid had no intention of leaving right away, sohe stuck in the kitchen while Tony and Manny did upa batch of dishes and listened to them ramble on about their plans for America. The kid seemed to be fascinated by it all. After a few trips, the kid seemed to grow on them like a wart, particularly on Tony.
One time the kid had come in without their boss knowing and listened to them for two hours, Tony told Manny that he was getting tired of scrubbing the grease off pans and plates and how he was getting anxious to take the world by storm, leave his mark on it and all those American clichés.
"Hey Tony, when you get to be something, can I go with you?" the kid asked.
"You fucking kidding me?" he asked, "why would you want to do that?"
"You think you're the only one who wants to get out of this hellhole?" the kid asked.
"You're okay, kid…but I think it'd be better if you found your own way," Tony told him, "I'm barely getting by putting up with Manny, I can't look after someone half my age."
"Too bad," the kid said, "I think we could really go places if we put our minds to it."
That was the last they'd seen of the kid, until tonight.
"You delivered packages to that prick at the grease diner, eh?" Tony asked.
"That's right, chico, you could say I've had a few growth spurts since."
That's for fucking sure, Tony thought as he looked the kid over.
"What's your name?" Tony asked. It suddenly dawned on him he'd never before learned the kid's name.
"They call me 'Mister Nash' around here," he said.
"Nash, huh? Allright then, Nash, how's it going?" Tony asked.
"Not so hot…you?" he asked.
"I'm getting married in a few days," Tony announced, "to Elvira Hancock."
"Hancock? I thought she was Frank Lopez's woman," Nash said.
"That's right, she was, but no more," Tony said, "he die and now she marrying me…I couldn't be happier."
"He die?" Nash repeated, "how?"
"By sticking his nose where it wasn't wanted," Tony replied.
"So how is his wife?" Nash asked.
"Eh…I don't know…she can be nice, she can be pleasant, then she can be like my mother," Tony said.
"How was she when you met her?" Nash asked.
"Worse than my mother, she was tired of both of us, her husband and myself," Tony replied.
"Then how did you know you wanted to marry her?" Nash asked.
"I knew she wanted me, I could tell it in her eyes…"
"Is she pregnant?" Nash asked.
"Not yet, but I hope soon…" Tony said.
"Seriously?" Nash asked.
"Yeah, is there a problem with that?" Tony asked, "I like them all, boys, girls, it don't matter to me, but I want to be a father. I don't think that's too much to ask, do you?"
"How many do you want?" Nash asked.
"It don't matter to me," Tony said, "maybe one, maybe ten, I'll take whatever we get."
"There's something you don't hear too often," Nash said, "I bet however many you get, you'll be a hell of a father."
Tony realized that it was getting late and he should probably get going. He wanted to have a good time and get back home before the sun came up. "It was nice talking to ya again, kid…I see ya round."
Nash just nodded as Tony headed over tothe roulette table, he took six hundred bucks out of his pocket and dropped it on the table, "33, black."
Tony had quite some luck that night; he only lost $2,000 and made $14,000 back at the end of it all. That was more money than he had planned on getting back, so he figured he'd come quite a ways already in his business and his dream, so he might as well give Nash a lift up too. Tony headed back to the bar and found another bartender on duty. "Hey," he said to the guy, "where's the kid that was here before, Nash?"
"In the back," the guy said.
Tony didn't bother asking if he could get in the back, he was going to and he did. The back looked like a hideout used during Prohibition, but there was more to the back than just this room. He heard water running in a shower in the next room so he went in, he found one shower currently in use, and he and Nash had to be the only ones in the back, so he pulled the curtain back about an inch and called in, "Nash?"
"Yeah?"
"I got something for you."
Nash grabbed two towels before he came out, he had one wrapped around his waist, and the other went around his neck and came down on his chest.
"What is it?" Nash asked.
"I made more tonight than I thought, I want you to take part of it, maybe you can get out of this hellhole of a job," Tony said.
Nash turned off the shower and headed over to where he kept his clothes, "Thanks, Montana…you're an okay guy."
Nash removed the towel that was covering his chest and now Tony knew why he had it on in the first place, this guy had 2 small but obvious breasts, and that was all the lower Tony looked before he turned around and stared at the wall.
"Shit kid, I'm sorry, I didn't know you was a lady," he said, still not daring to look at her.
"Few people do," she replied as she got dressed, "more people are gonna mess with a girl than a guy anyway, so I use it to my advantage."
After she had finished dressing, she told Tony, "you can look now."
Tony turned back around, "so what's your name, really?"
"It's Nash," she replied.
"Nash? What the fuck kind of name is that for a girl?" Tony asked.
"When my mother was pregnant," the girl explained, "the doctor told her I had a slow heartbeat, like a boy's, and so she told my 5-year-old brother he was getting a brother and he got to name him, and he picked Nash. Well I came out a girl, but they still named me Nash."
"And your brother, where is he these days?" Tony asked.
Nash hesitated for a minute before answering, "dead, he die."
It wasn't often that Tony expressed sorrow for other peoples' losses, but this time was different, it could be seen in his face. "I'm sorry, what happen to him?"
"Hit and run when he was 12…the driver, he was arrested, went to court...but he got off," Nash explained.
"He make a deal with the judge," Tony assumed.
"No, his lawyer, he made a deal with the judge," Nash told him.
"So what'd he get?" Tony asked.
"2 months probation."
"2 months probation?" Tony repeated, "he fucking murdered a kid and all he got was a probation?"
"Yeah, say 'ello to the wonderful legal system in America," Nash told him.
"Fuck that," Tony said, "me, I got limits, killing menI don't mind so much, but no women and children, ever."
"That's good to know," Nash said, "but this guy didn't do it on purpose."
"Are you sure?" Tony asked.
"Well…" Nash hesitated, "it's what everyone's always said, at least when I'm around, but I dunno…the guy was a rival to my father…and he didn't care for the rest of us either."
Tony made a sound of agreement, "what's this fucker's name?"
Nash thought about it for a minute, "Gene Beatty, but what's it matter now? What's done is done, and nothing can bring my brother back."
"Maybe not, but revenge might ease the pain," Tony thought aloud.
Nash looked at Tony with a weird look on her face. "Are you a hitman now, Montana?"
"Not usually, but...sometimes it goes with the job," Tony told her.
"What job?"
"Can you keep your mouth shut?" Tony asked.
"You kidding?" Nash asked, "where I come from, you snitch, they rip your tongue out and mail it to Australia."
Tony seemed pleased at that idea; "I'll have to try it sometime."
"So what do you do?" Nash asked.
"Importing and exporting yeyo," Tony said.
"What?" Nash asked.
"Yeyo."
"What?" Nash asked.
Tony was getting close to losing his temper, Nash was a cute kid, but she was kind of slow on the way things rolled. So he decided to try and explain again.
"Yeyo," Tony snorted loudly and dabbed at his nose, hoping this time she'd get the point, "you know, yeyo."
"Oh," she replied, "you mean cocaine."
"Yeah," Tony said.
"So why didn't you just say that?"
"You say what you like, I say what I like," Tony replied.
Nash nodded in both agreement and understanding, "I was wondering how you managed to make money like that, that you could afford to throw around."
"Yeah, well, welcome to the American Dream," Tony responded, "as they say, 'the world is yours', you just have to know how to run things."
"So how long have you been running things?" Nash asked.
"A few months…things are going well, I'm getting married, my sister has her own beauty parlor and she doesn't have to work herself to death at 20, she's able to give my mother money from time to time so she doesn't have to work herself to death at a sewing factory, and Manny and I got money coming out of our fucking ears, we can afford anything we want."
"All that after a few months?" Nash asked.
"Yeah, there's big business for it," Tony told her.
"So…you expecting a big wedding?" Nash asked.
"Yes…Gina's a bride's maid, Manny is best man…if you want you can come too," Tony said.
"I don't think that'd be a good idea."
"Sure, I get you a dress and you can be another bride's maid," Tony said.
"If I were to come, I'd have to be in a suit…not a lot of people know I'm a girl and I want to keep it that way."
"And what? You'd rather spend the day working here?" Tony asked.
"Anything beats staying at home," Nash told him.
"So take the day off and come to the wedding, I promise you won't be bored," Tony said.
"I can't," Nash replied, "being a bartender doesn't pay much, but I'm working 3 part time shifts here and I can't afford to miss one."
"They fire you?" Tony asked.
"They dock pay for missing a shift," Nash told him, "and if that happens, I have to listen to my mother nag about how once I turn 18, I'm on my own, so I have to save all the money I can get."
"How old are you?" Tony asked.
"I turn 18 in two months…and it's not something I'm looking forward to," Nash told him.
"They let you work in here so young?" Tony asked.
"I lie about my age, I have to do that to be able to work, nobody wants a young kid who has no experience."
"Fuck that, take the day off, come to my wedding,"
"I can't," Nash said.
"Yes you can, and you wanna know why?" Tony didn't even give her time to guess, "I'm gonna pay you to quit this fucking job, and you make better money with me, and you can move into a good place, not some fucking flea shack."
"No, I can't take your money," Nash replied.
"Why the fuck not?"
"You love that word, don't you?" Nash asked.
"I already told you, I got more money than I know what to do with, and I got fifteen million dollars coming in every month…it's not gonna break me to drop a few thousand your way."
"But why are you helping me?" Nash asked.
"Now you the one forgetting things, you asked me when I got out if I'd get you out too," Tony told her, "I got out, and I'm not doing so bad…so now I gonna help you."
Tony took the money out of his pocket and handed it to Nash, "here, take it."
Nash took the money and counted it and Tony thought she was going to faint. "Shit," she said, "how'd you make that much?"
"I took your tip on 33," Tony said, "I lost some, but I made more…now here, take this, quit your job, get a dress, or a suit…whatever, and come to my wedding, I want you to meet my family."
Nash couldn't take her eyes off the money, for a minute Tony thought it was too big a shock to her system. "Montana, you have no idea how overwhelming it is, to be making honest, small money for years, and all of a sudden have someone drop 14 grand into your hand with no strings attached." Nash's breathing became heavy and she walked over to a bar stool, "I need to sit down, Montana, I don't know what to say."
"Say yes."
Nash laughed a bit, "my head is spinning, I can't believe it…Montana, I've never seen 14,000 dollars in my life before tonight, and you're telling me you're raking in 15 million a month?"
"Give or take."
"This must be what they mean by having your world rocked," Nash said.
"So, will you come to my wedding?" Tony asked.
"What day?"
"Saturday, 3 in the afternoon…I can get you a suit if you want," Tony told her.
Nash laughed pathetically, "I think I better go home and sleep on it…I'm still having trouble believing this is actually happening."
"Good idea, go home and get some sleep…where do you live? I'll take you," Tony told her.
"Oh no, my mother watches for me and if she sees me getting out of a man's car, she's going to take her cooking spatula to me till I can't sit down," Nash explained.
"She's that bad?" Tony asked.
"Don't blame her, she just hasn't been the same since Jason died, I don't know what but when he did, something in her just snapped...but she's my mother, I can't just leave her because of it...but I don't intend to provoke her either, I'll just walk home, it's no problem."
"Where do you live?" Tony repeated.
"Uh…609 Citrus Drive."
"Okay, I'll drop you off on the 500 block," Tony compromised, "and I won't take no for an answer."
"I still don't know why you wanna help me," Nash said.
"Because someone has to, and that someone might as fucking well be me," Tony told her, "now get your things and come on."
Nash went into the next room to gather up her stuff, and Tony made a mental note to remember that name, Gene Beatty.