Angels With Dirty Faces Page #2

out of that cellar.

Church is just around the corner.

I can drop in to see you from time to time.

- See you at Mass Sunday?

- Sure. I'll help you with your collection.

- It's a deal.

- Fair enough.

- Mrs. Maggione at home?

- What do you want?

Looking for a room.

My mother ain't here, but the lady

in number two will show you the rooms.

Yes?

Yes?

I'm looking for a room. Mrs. Maggione's

kid told me you'd take care of that.

Yes. I'll get the key.

Third floor.

There's something about your face

that looks awfully familiar.

- You've been looking at the funny papers.

- No, really.

Listen, sister, all I'm looking for

is a room.

Here it is.

Mrs. Maggione will give it

a good cleaning.

- It's all right. I've seen worse.

- I guess you have.

- I'll take the room. What's the tariff?

- Five dollars a week.

- Sold.

- In advance.

All right.

Write me a receipt.

You can trust me.

How did you happen to come

to this house?

Looking for references, huh?

An old friend of mine sent me over here.

Jerry Connolly, the priest from the parish.

- You know him?

- Father Jerry?

Yeah. Does that send me in?

Oh, I get it now. You're Rocky Sullivan.

- Yeah.

- Remember me?

- No.

- Laury Martin?

Laury Martin? That little fresh kid

with the pigtails?

Well, hello. What do you hear?

What do you say?

Hello.

- Hey! Wait a minute!

- I've waited 15 years to do that!

I wanna see Jim Frazier.

- I wanna see Frazier.

- He's busy.

- I'll wait.

- Who are you?

- Rocky Sullivan.

- Oh. Come on.

Number one. Clear the board.

Wait here.

- There's somebody to see you.

- Yeah? Who?

Rocky Sullivan.

- Rocky Sullivan?

- Yeah.

- Does he know I'm here?

- Sure. Didn't you want me to tell him?

That's all right. Send him in.

Well, well, Rocky! This is a surprise.

- What do you hear? What do you say?

- I had the date on the calendar.

I thought it was next month. Otherwise

I would've met you with a brass band.

I thought it was funny you didn't show,

but you've been busy the last three years.

You got a swell layout here.

Looks like you're in the dough.

- Yes, only... Well, you know Mac Keefer.

- Mac Keefer? Yeah, heard of him.

- He owns the town. Can buy and sell it.

- Only he doesn't buy it. He sells it.

- That's soft, eh?

- Softer than that store cot...

...l've been sleeping on

for the last three years.

- Well, you're out now, Rocky.

- Yeah.

- Where's that dough?

- What? The hundred grand?

I had it for you, only as I said,

I didn't expect...

- I know. You said it before.

- You don't have to worry about it.

- I'm not worried.

- I'll have it by the end of the week.

In the meantime, I suppose you'd like

some spending money. Here, here's 500.

I'll take that. It'll take me

a few days to get settled.

By that time, you can get that dough

together and tell me where I come in.

Where you come in? What do you mean?

What business you want me to handle,

what parts of town and what my cut is.

- Your cut?

- Yeah. That was the idea, wasn't it?

I took the rap, three years. You took

the dough, made connections, built it up.

For you and me. Wasn't that it?

Oh, I see. Yes. I understand...

...but you've got this thing all wrong.

See, I work for Keefer. He's the boss.

I haven't anything to say.

If you want a spot in his business, why...

...you'll have to take it up with him.

Now, look, Frazier, I'm not taking it up

with anybody but you.

You figure it out for yourself.

I'm taking up with you where I left off.

That was the agreement,

and we're going to stick to it. Got it?

- Well, yes, but...

- But what?

Well...

- Hello, Mac.

- Am I breaking in on anything here, Jim?

No, not at all. Come right in.

I want you to meet Rocky Sullivan.

Pleased to meet you, Sullivan.

I know all about you. You're okay.

- When did you get out?

- Couple days ago.

- What are you doing?

- Looking around.

- Maybe I might have a spot for you.

- We were just talking about that.

- Where you stopping?

- A room at my old neighborhood...

...on Dock Street, number 24.

Well, I'll blow now.

I'll drop up, say, Monday?

- Monday? That'll be fine.

- I'm going downtown. I'll give you a lift.

- Thanks.

- See you later, Jim.

Monday.

Get me Steve.

There's a fella leaving with Mac.

I want you to...

Yeah?

Yeah, I got a good look.

Yeah, yeah. I got it.

Sure, I'll take care of him.

Out of the way, blubberhead.

The famine is on.

Guys, want some cigarettes?

All you guys can have cigarettes off me.

You better pack them now, boys.

Here comes the beef trust.

How do you do?

- A nickel you don't conk him.

- All right, a nickel I do.

- You missed him, chump.

- Yeah. A nickel apiece you owe.

That cop don't walk right or something.

- Those cops are so dumb, it's pathetic.

- You'd think they'd learn where...

...a tomato comes from in police college.

Look.

Hello, toots. You want the bottle?

You want the bottle? Oh, nuts.

Hey! What are you doing with my baby?

"Hey! What are you doing with my baby?"

Here's your baby!

- You loafer! I'll get the cops after you!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

The way he talks, you'd think

he had something there.

Excuse me.

Hey. Look at the dude.

- Come on. Let's give him the works.

- All right, kiddo.

- Hey, watch out!

- Give me that!

I'll make you eat that ball in a minute!

All right, come on! Let's go!

Like taking candy from a baby.

How'd you get it, Crab?

I hoisted it over the transom

in the alley and dropped it.

- The corner caught me right in the dome.

- So long as it didn't break the machine.

Boy, we'll be in the money now.

Six nickels and two slugs.

Imagine crooks like that?

Putting slugs in a slot machine.

- Chiselers.

- I'm gonna break this thing...

Pipe down.

- It's only Soapy and the gang.

- That's good.

Hi, Soapy!

- Soapy, look what we got.

- You should see the hook I got.

It's the most I got in my life.

- We got a sucker's poke.

- No kidding!

- Come on. Dish it out. Time's a-wasting.

- What's the matter, crabbing already?

- Give me air! Give me air!

- How much you got there, Soapy?

- Let me see. Ten, 20, 30, 35...

- Gee! There must be more than 100 there!

- A hundred nothing. We're in the big chips.

- Wow, what a haul!

"Wow, what a haul!"

- Six ways! Don't forget, six ways!

- You'll get yours.

- What, are you grabbing already?

- Come on. Come on. Give me, Soapy.

- Oh, that looks nice.

- Oh, my!

We split half, all right?

- Hey, I didn't get mine!

- You bunch of chiselers!

Stick them up!

You're all covered.

Give us a break, mister.

We wasn't there.

We had nothing to do with it.

- Say your prayers, mugs.

- On the level, mister!

Shut up, rats!

Stop your squealing.

- Who's the leader?

- I am.

Come here.

Collect that dough, and fast.

Come on. Hand it over.

You too. Come on.

Here.

Now get them up and turn around.

- Hey!

- Hey! What's the matter?

Next time you roll a guy for his poke,

make sure he don't know your hideout.

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