Angels With Dirty Faces Page #6

You can't blame them for that, can you?

Rocky, why don't you tell me

what it's all about.

Look, Jerry, I've been answering

a lot of questions all morning, see.

A lot of them.

Frazier and me were just away

on a business trip.

Some dope wanted to start trouble and

have a laugh on the cops at the same time.

- Spread a false alarm, that's all.

- I'm glad it wasn't any more than that.

I'm gonna run along.

- Yeah? Hello, Laury!

- Hello, Father.

What do you say?

This looks like it's getting to be a big day.

I have to admit, I was pretty worried.

Sounds very nice to hear.

Well, Father, I finally located

our precious angels.

- You did? Where?

- Murphy's poolroom.

- What?

- Yeah, Soapy and the gang.

Passing out beer to the neighborhood

kids. Throwing dollar bills like confetti.

- Wonder where they got the money.

- Well, you might ask them.

- Well, I'm gonna be going, Rocky.

- So soon?

- Coming, Laury?

- No, Father.

I want to stay and talk to Rocky

for a while.

When will I see you, Rocky?

- I'll catch up with you.

- Okay.

Bye.

- Well, Rocky, I guess...

- Wait a minute.

You're the kind of gal that's smart enough

to mind her own business.

- Am I right or wrong?

- Don't worry.

I know all the rules.

Get your one here. Five. Get your 10 here.

All bets covered! Come on, put it in.

Where'd you get the dough, Pasty?

We wrote to Santa Claus, see.

Then when we woke up this morning,

there it was in our socks.

All bets covered. Come on, boys.

- Give me another one.

- What do you mean? All I bet was 5 bucks!

- You trying to gyp the kid or something?

- He owes me 5 bucks.

Shut up!

- Dirty tables aggravate me.

- You're gonna make this shot, you know.

- Put your eight ball on the corner.

- Okay.

- All right.

- Hey, bury that beef, will you?

Pull in your head and get that off the table!

Got a three ball off the corner.

Nice shot, boy!

Eight bucks!

Eight bucks! My mother has to work almost

all week to make this much.

Give, give, give.

All right. All right.

All gamblers die broke.

Hey, Soapy, you promised us another round

of beers if you won.

Okay, go on, bring up another case.

What's the difference?

Those chumps are paying for it.

- What is this, a raid?

- No.

Maybe they're gonna make

a Sunday school out of it.

- Come on. I'll take two.

- I got that covered.

- Give me two.

- I got it covered.

Weren't you boys going over

to start that game?

Sure, Father, we just wanted to see

what was going on in here.

Come on, Joe. Come on, kids.

Let's go to the gym.

Giving a party, Soapy?

Everybody invited?

Yeah.

Why don't you give it at the gym.

Because we're having it here.

What about that game you asked for?

Hey, Small Change...

...double that bet on that shot, okay?

- Okay. It's your murder.

Where did you get this money

you've been spending?

Hasn't anything I've told you for the last

three years meant anything?

You think that spending

this kind of money...

...with a lot of hoodlums is gonna get you

anyplace but jail?

Come on, fellas, what do you say?

Why not go with me, and we'll figure

this whole thing out.

Come on. Let's go over to the gym.

- How about it, Swing?

- I don't know, Father.

I got a sore leg.

What do you say, Bim?

Father, there ain't no future

in playing basketball.

- Well, how about you fellas?

- Can't a guy even have any fun?

It's a waste of time.

Look, Father...

...we don't fall for that pie-in-the-sky

stuff no more, see.

What's wrong? Can't you get them

to go to heaven with you?

You got the wrong slant, honey.

You got a bad break a long time ago...

...and you're still figuring

that's the only way.

You're reading stuff about

"crime don't pay."

Don't be a sucker. That's for smalltimers

on shoestrings. Not people like us.

You belong in the bigshot class.

Both of us do.

- I wonder.

- Look...

Got any glad rags, something fancy,

an evening gown?

- A very old one.

- Well, come on, get it on.

- We'll go out and celebrate.

- What will we be celebrating?

All this! You don't get on

the front pages every day.

You don't get away

from the cops every day.

You do if you're smart. Come here.

See those white lights up there?

That's where you belong,

and that's where you're going.

Come on, I'll show you who

this town's made for.

Well, I hope that old gown of mine

hangs together.

- Wants an eight.

- Wants an eight.

- Here's 10,000 on red.

- You got a bet!

Thirty-six, red.

- Place your bets.

- Give the lady a stack of black chips.

- For whom?

- For me.

- Rocky Sullivan.

- Oh, yes. Sure, of course.

Try your luck. I got some business.

I'll be back in a while.

- But, Rocky, I'm not lucky.

- Don't be afraid. Let your hair down.

- Have some fun. Go ahead.

- Place your bets.

- How much are these?

- Fifty dollars.

- Change them to dollar chips.

- But he wants black.

- I don't like black.

- Oh, you don't like black.

After I knew the facts, and seeing how

Jim owed you the dough...

...and it being a misunderstanding,

we'll call it square, with no hard feelings...

...especially now that you're

in the know of things.

- You boys really want to talk business?

- Yeah.

Come on, let's talk.

Look here, Rocky, what about

those accounts you took from my safe?

Those are very good insurance,

just in case you boys change your minds.

- Okay. What do you want, Rocky?

- Nothing from you, Mac.

Just my original agreement with Frazier:

That sounds fair enough, Jim.

All right. It's a deal.

Now, look, I'm gonna take very good care

of those accounts.

If I was you, I wouldn't do anything

I'd be sorry for...

...because I'm gonna pay special attention

to those books, understand?

A deal between you guys is a deal,

just like it was on paper.

- That's me, Rocky. I do everything legal.

- Oh, yeah. I know that.

If you don't mind, partners, my accountant

will go over the books...

...just to make sure you boys ain't cheating.

Fair enough?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

How long do you think I'll let that guy

sit in my chair?

Just as long as he hangs on

to that information.

- You like this place?

- Sure. Why wouldn't I?

- Just got a piece of it.

- Rocky.

- Yeah.

- Maybe you are smart enough.

How'd you like to give up that

two-for-nickel job and move in here?

Doing what?

Just sitting, looking pretty, dance a little,

play a little. Kind of a hostess.

Give you 100 a week and expenses.

And it'll be very nice to have

at least one friend in this place.

Come in.

Yes, Mrs. McGee, what is it?

Well, I've had lunch waiting since noon,

then this package came by messenger.

I thought maybe it was important,

so I brought it up.

All right. Thank you.

Is there anything wrong, Father?

No, no, nothing.

Oh, I won't have any lunch.

If I'd known that this morning,

I could've saved some money.

You wait. I'll tell him you're here.

Make yourself at home.

Thanks.

Hi, Jerry. What do you hear?

What do you say? Trying your luck?

Yes, I'd like to,

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