Bloodrunners

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Big Ben, old faithful,

and Jack Malone, 10 o'clock,

and a bottle

of cabernet:
Like clockwork.

-Cut it Sam, I'm working here.

-Yeah, sure you are.

You're working

your way through that bottle.

That's fancy French stuff.

That costs a pretty penny.

You're not holding out

on me are you?

I'm not holding out,

you know I pull a bigger cut

so stop busting my hump.

-There's something going down

-mhm.

Alright.

Ladies, lovers, and lushes,

looks like you're all enjoying

the hospitality

of our little club.

Now remember, don't tell anyone

about our secret.

Ain't no booze here!

Just good clean fun.

That's right.

F***ing amazing,

the stones on this guy.

Oh, come on,

not even the probies

give a cobbler's crap

about prohibition anymore.

It's going to be

repealed any day now.

Shut up.

And now, for all you good

god-fearing people out there,

I have the true queen

of the night.

Alexandra diamond.

Whoa! Now I know

why you were late.

Good god, I mean look at that.

That is a vision.

Good god in heaven,

lord, have mercy on us all.

I mean... Jesus.

Look at this--

just look at her skin.

It's like it's porcelain.

Like she must have just bathe

in milk like all day long.

She must just sit

in the bathtub.

In full milk,

all day long and eat nothing

but like lemon rinds

and raisin skins

and lord knows what else.

Jesus.

I mean--

you-you know

what I'm saying Jack?

Hey, sweetheart!

-Pack of lucky's.

-Oh, sure, mister.

Say, honey,

i want to open up a tab.

Can I talk to the boss?

Is he here?

Oh, yeah, he's always here.

Well, great!

Where?

Oh! Well, he just walked out.

Walked out where?

The front door?

Or that back room over there?

Hey, you ask a lot of questions.

Are you a cop?

Oh yeah.

Sargent Jack Malone.

This here's

my partner Sam varning.

We're south Hampton's finest,

ma'am.

We live but

to protect and serve.

Traffic tickets, cats in trees,

pretty ladies in need of rescue

from their virginity.

Oh, you're full of sh*t, silly.

Keep the change, little lady.

I'll look into opening

that tab another night.

Come on, Sam.

Let's go do some police work.

Ginger.

I didn't know you had

Chinese in your town.

I haven't had Chinese

in a while.

-I may have to come visit.

-Chester, darling.

That's quite enough.

I'm sure Mr. Baker here is

convinced of our resolve.

After all, Mr. Baker,

you only have nine more fingers.

Why did you want to be a cop?

Because I'm handy

with a gun and needed a job.

-Come on, Jack, seriously.

-Sam, we've had to brace

just about

everybody in our group.

I'm not in the mood.

See, that's kinda

what I'm talking about.

We do our thing behind closed

doors but you know...

Word gets around.

Well, that's a good thing, no?

Everybody in town knows the

score and word does travel,

not just here,

but Philly, New York.

Everybody knows

we handle our own business

and we're not up for grabs.

And how long

do you think it's going to take

for someone to figure out

that there's just

a handful of us.

Against all the rum runners

and racketeers.

Oh believe me, Sam.

I would love for somebody

to try a move like that.

That's what I'm afraid of.

I find this lack of respect

quite disconcerting.

To even think you can find

what we offer someplace else

I told you everything I know.

I swear.

You believe me, don't you?

Please tell me you believe me.

Believe you?

Believe? Believe!

I believe you're a lying blood

sucking double crosser

who's so f***ing greedy

that you ruined

everything we built

just to make

a few extra bucks.

What did you do that for?

He was out of fingers.

You just killed

any chances we had

at salvaging our relationship

with his boss.

Victor...

I'm tired of dealing with these

nickel and dime speakeasies.

The only reason

we came to this town

was so we could move up

to New York City.

Now, I've been around long

around enough to know

when it's time

to sever old ties.

And that cop was sniffing around

again tonight.

I don't want to draw

any more attention

than we already getting.

Don't worry about him.

He sticks his nose

where it doesn't belong,

I'll add it to my collection.

Hey!

-So?

-You been waiting long?

-Not long, a half hour or so.

-Half hour?

You should've come inside,

i would have cut out early.

-I'm here, ain't I?

-Yes you are.

Come on,

i want to show you something.

Oh, Willie...

I made it myself from a stone

i found in the creek.

It's not much

but I thought it was pretty.

You don't have to wear it

if you don't want to.

No, no.

I love it.

Put it on.

You know with this new job here,

I'm starting to make

some good money.

Before you know it, I'll be able

to buy you real jewelry.

But this is real jewelry.

It's wonderful.

I love it.

And I love you.

Rich or poor.

Oh Anna, you know that ain't

going to fly with your mom.

I swear,

I'm going to marry you some day.

I'm going to build you

a ritzy house

with a car in the driveway,

a nursery for the kiddies,

children?

Slow down there jitterbug.

How about a waltz?

That's not a waltz.

Well...

How about this?

That'll do.

Nothing to see here.

Nothing to see here either.

New meat.

I think he could be

a high roller.

Gotta be careful

with these rich fellas.

They're into all kinds of crazy.

Yeah, crazy rich.

You're such a whore, rosey!

The best in town.

-It's a small town.

-Just go inside.

F*** off.

I love you too miss

Lily Margaret moon.

Welcome to rosey's thorns.

Why thank you.

Would you happen to be rosey?

Yes, I am.

This is my little paradise

where the girls are pretty

and the shoots are clean.

I haven't seen you before.

Are you new in town

or just passing through?

-Oh, a little of both.

-Oh.

May I come in?

Of course.

Be my guest.

Welcome, handsome.

All guests get

their first drink free.

My apologies miss,

i don't drink spirits.

Do you have some wine,

perhaps?

P*ssy and whiskey

is all we've got.

If you're looking

for a glass of wine,

you best get yourself to church.

-I don't do well in church.

-Don't mind her.

We got a half bottle

back in the pantry.

Is that alright with you,

miss rosey?

Why yes, miss Lily,

you go on ahead

and I'll introduce

-the girls to Mr...

-Washington.

George Washington.

Yes.

Well, Mr. Lincoln,

Jackson, and Franklin

are customers also.

Well, these presidents

ought to get us started.

I can go all night.

Well, Mr. Washington,

I'd like to formally welcome you

to my little garden paradise.

I'm rosey, you've met Lily,

this is Jasmine,

Daisy, and Violet.

Such clever names.

A regular bouquet.

It's a lot more appealing

than Margaret or prudence.

Or Eleanor or Clare.

Well my mother's name way Clare.

Would you f*** her?

-Good point.

-Here you go.

I hope you like it.

It's from rosey's private stock.

It's okay.

He can afford it.

Why thank you,

that's much better.

So, Mr. president,

are you ready

for your initiation?

Don't you mean inauguration?

A president gets inaugurated.

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