Angels With Dirty Faces Page #3

Come here, suckers.

- How do you know this place so good?

- Yeah, how do you know?

Let me show you. Here.

Look at this.

- "R.S."?

- Hey, you ain't Rocky Sullivan!

Rocky Sullivan!

Hey, did you get that?

It's Rocky Sullivan!

We tried to hook you! What a boner!

When you saw us duck down the alley...

...you knew we was headed to the hideout.

- I took the old shortcut.

- What do they call you?

- Soapy's the name. He's Bim.

This mug here's Swing.

This palooka up here's Hunky.

- Hi, Rocky.

- And I'm Pasty, and this guy's Crabface.

- We just call him Crab for short.

- Hi.

Glad to meet you, Rocky.

Fellas, meet Rocky Sullivan, headliner!

- Hi, Rocky!

- Hiya, Rocky!

Good to see you!

Hey, Rocky.

Hey, you took the room above us,

number 24, didn't you?

- Yeah.

- Sure, sure. We knew.

- You knew when you rolled me?

- Certainly. Johnny Maggione told us.

- He didn't tell us who you was.

- You shouldn't have taken a chance.

Never bother anybody in your own

neighborhood. You got a lot to learn.

You ought to be able to learn us, Rocky.

Now, look, how would you like

to have a bite with me?

Here's a fin. Go to the deli

and get some sandwiches and pickles...

...and some beer. Bring them over

to my place. We'll have a feed.

I'm not in a bread line.

Will you give me some beans?

- All right, all right, all right.

- I'm on no hunger strike.

- Give out with this Irish caviar.

- Come on. A little more, you stingy grubber.

- Give me some pickles.

- You don't want any pickles.

- Sure, I want pickles.

- You like pickles? Take them.

Boy! Pickles!

- What are you doing? Going into business?

- No. Souvenirs. Free.

Here, Rocky. Here's your change.

- Where's the other 50 cents?

- We had to buy something, didn't we?

You guys got an awful lot to learn.

Chuck your chest up to the wood.

- These beans are rotten.

- Oh. You don't like the beans?

No!

Hey, these beans taste soapy.

But good! Very good.

Come in.

- Hello, Jerry.

- Hello, Rocky.

What do you hear? What do you say?

Having a little bite to eat with the kids.

- Sit in?

- Sure, why not?

- Right here.

- Thanks.

- How about a sandwich?

- All right.

Thanks, Swing.

It didn't take long to get

acquainted with Rocky, did it?

Hey, Rock, looks like you

and the Father are old pals.

Look, next time you get

down to the hideout...

...look at that old door. You'll see right

next to my initials, "J.C." Jerry Connolly.

Father used to hang with

Rocky at the old boiler room?

Certainly. We spend most of our

time at the gym now, Rocky.

Oh, yeah?

Boys, I hoped to start

that basketball game today.

- We're too busy. Too busy.

- Hey, give me a sandwich, will you?

What's the matter, Soapy? Why don't

you want to go to the basketball game?

- It ought to be fun.

- You think we're a bunch of cream puffs?

Hey, imagine us playing

basketball all of a sudden.

Oh, yeah? Well, I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you what.

I'll bet a buck to a nickel you can't

get the ball past the other team.

- And I haven't even seen them.

- We'll run them into the ground.

- You'll come with us, Rocky?

- Yeah, is it a bet?

- I got a nickel. It's a bet.

- Split the winnings.

- We have to practice first.

- The gym is open, you can go now...

...if you like, go ahead.

Goodbye, Father.

I've been working on them

for a year. Can't get anyplace.

You talk for 10 minutes, they'd

jump through a hoop if you asked.

Maybe it's because

I wear my collar frontwards.

As long as you're sponsoring the gym,

let's go and take a look at it.

- You mean now?

- Sure. Come on, I want to show you.

- You remember old Krausmeyer's store.

- Yeah, sure. We used to rob it.

I've been trailing him, but he's

mixed up with a priest and kids...

...and I can't get a crack at him.

- Don't let him out of your sight.

I'll send Bugs down with a couple boys.

Come on, fellas. Let's wipe up

the floor with these kids!

The kids play a swell game.

Keep a good eye on them.

Keep your chin covered.

All right, boys, clear the floor!

Take the mats off! Line up.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Friends?

- Okay.

What have you been doing,

playing a duck for me?

- I wasn't gonna hurt you.

- No, I forgot you were in the neighborhood.

Well, what are you doing?

Same thing you're doing,

watching the game.

Say, you turned out to be

a pretty snappy-looking dish.

- Thanks.

- For a sociable worker.

- Thanks again.

- I can't figure out why some smart guy...

...hasn't grabbed you off.

- Some smart guy always in the headlines?

You could do worse.

You know better than that.

Wait till I blow the whistle.

Okay, let's get going.

- What happened?

- Here you are. Right here.

Ready?

Run! Run!

- Free throw!

- That's not fair. He didn't do nothing.

That's it.

- Come on! Take it down!

- I got my man!

You do that again,

you're out of the game.

- I didn't do nothing. He's screwy.

- Give us a break.

- What's the matter?

- Can't even shove a guy in this game?

What do you mean, shove a guy?

It's a free throw. Gibby, take it.

That's not fair!

- Hey, dribble that ball and pass it.

- Dribble that.

Foul!

That big bozo just stuck his belly out.

You boys know better than that. You

committed technical and personal fouls.

Stop it. You've got six men on the floor.

Pasty, get off the floor.

- Somebody take care of that trapeze.

- Just me good deed for today.

All right. Red out.

Here. Watch this.

- Make a few notes.

- All right, boys!

Mr. Sullivan's gonna referee.

- Don't forget about that bet.

- Go on.

- Get off the floor!

- What am I, an orphan?

Now! Get going! All right.

- Don't forget. According to rules.

- Yeah.

- Throw it to me.

- Here we go.

What's the matter with you?

Don't raise your hand to me.

Get in here. Play ball.

Ready? Position, now. Here we go.

Wait for the whistle.

What's going on here?

- Rocky sure handles those kids, doesn't he?

- Yes...

...but don't you think it's a bit

like playing with dynamite?

Why do you say that, Laury?

Look, Father, just because you've got

me seeing things straight now...

...there's no reason I should wear blinders.

I still remember what Rocky's kind is like.

I don't know.

Somehow, I feel that Rocky

could be straightened out.

Get up!

- Come on! Let's go!

- Break it up!

Foul!

All right!

Come on! Sullivan,

what are you doing?

Foul!

Foul ball!

- Wait for the whistle, you understand?

- Let's go.

- What's the idea?

- He didn't do nothing.

What's the idea?

I'm asking you. Play according to the rules,

or I'll slap sense into you.

- I didn't do nothing!

- Well, don't do it again. Give me that ball.

Here we go.

Where you running?

Personal foul.

Free throw over here.

I didn't do nothing.

- Foul!

- Foul? What did he do, hit me?

Foul. Our ball over here.

- Get him!

- Give me that ball!

Give me that ball.

Rocky, what are you doing,

playing for the other team?

Now, are you guys going to play

according to the rules or not?

Okay, Rocky.

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