Born Reckless

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Louis? Louis?

- Beretti?

- Shh!

Put that out, you sap!

Don't you know no better than that?

Hey, is this your hack?

This? Sure.

Well, what's your name?

Mine?

Joe Fleischer.

- Fleischer.

- Yeah.

Say, Cassidy.

Look up, uh, taxicab 67081-19.

And hustle it.

Let's go.

Let's go, Big.

Everybody okay?

- Okay, Big.

- Nobody hit?

Nobody hit.

All right, Joe, step on it.

- Get under that elevated quick. Come on!

- We're all right, Louis.

- Louis.

- Here.

- How's tricks, Sal?

- Oh, tough.

- Yeah?

- I figure on usin' dishwater for soup tonight.

Yeah? Well, here's a buck.

Get yourself some ham and eggs.

- If you eat ham. Do you? Yeah, you do, all right.

- Oh, thanks.

It's all right.

Bighearted, huh?

- Well?

- Gee, you sure look swell in that makeup.

- Yeah?

- A regular working guy.

Aw, go on.

I'll sock you in the jaw.

Nobody'd wanna work

but a dumb guy, see?

- How is it, babe? All right?

- Swell.

So long.

- Hello, Mom.

- Luigi!

Hello, Pop.

How are ya?

You're all right, Mom, huh?

Working so hard, my boy.

Sit down.

Yeah. Yeah, those bosses

think a truck driver ain't got no home.

Late delivery

over there in Greenpoint.

How about the old spaghetti?

- They make you work too much, those bosses.

- Yeah.

- They are drive-slavers.

- "Drive-slavers. "

The old man.

Say, who's in there?

Rosita has a nice young man there.

- Oh, yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

Okay. Okay.

Louis, you know I don't paint.

You better not.

Who is this guy, Rosa?

I, uh-Well, you see,

Mr. Beretti, I'm-

I know, I know.

What are your intentions, fella?

Mr. Beretti,

my intentions are quite-

Okay. I can tell by lookin' at ya that

you don't mean nothing wrong.

How are you?

Oh, Louis.

My sister's a good girl, fella.

She'd better be.

I'm gonna take you down to the club

tonight after supper, fella.

I want you to meet my friends.

They're a great gang.

I'll send him back to you, Sis.

I'll close the door.

- Her first suitor.

- Her first.

He seems... okay.

- I come to see Rosa, Mrs. Beretti.

- Rosa?

Why, Rosa, she don't-

she don't- I don't-

Rosa ain't home.

- Oh, she ain't home, huh?

- No, she ain't.

And what's more,

she's never gonna be home... to you.

Well, you needn't get sore

about it, Louis.

You're just in time, Louis.

- Okay?

- Okay. They're in Jersey by now.

Say, I got a guy out here

I want you fellas to meet.

I want you to give him the once-over.

He wants to marry my sister.

I'll bring him in.

All right, fella.

This guy's name is Banks.

Banks, meet the mob.

- Where'd you pick that up?

- None of your business.

That's a fine-lookin' mug you picked out

for a brother-in-law.

- You ever take a good look at yourself?

- She's a good girl- Rosa.

How much dough you got?

$826.71.

He's got it, even the 71 cents.

You'll be needin'some furniture.

- I know where I can pick up a swell set of mission, cheap.

- Never mind.

Where you got the dough?

Court Square Trust Company.

That's a tough bank, all right.

- Isn't my money safe there?

- Too safe.

What do you say, boys?

Is he okay?

- Okay by me.

- Hey, Ritzy, what do you think?

Well, if he's sap enough to get married,

it's okay, I guess.

Say, when it comes to your sister...

you're not strong for your own mob,

are you, Louis?

Meanin' yourself?

Any objections?

I've seen what's happened to dames

who hook up with guys like you.

Well, it ain't gonna happen to my sister.

Get that?

- Now, look here-

- Louis's right.

Come on, fella.

We'll go see Father McCann.

So long, four eyes.

Say, who are you callin' four eyes?

- Come here.

- Be a good boy.

- Okay.

- He's all right at that, huh?

He's got a little

rooster in him at that.

Come on, beau. So long.

I don't like to be called four eyes.

Okay, Charlie, my boy.

Okay.

- Hello, Louis.

- Hello, Good News. How are you?

What's your hurry?

Shoot. What is it this time, a rap?

Go on into the house, Charlie,

and tell Mom not to worry.

Tell her I'll be out late...

on business.

We're gonna take a little walk.

Hey, tell her I won't

be home at all tonight.

- Hello, Cardigan.

- Hello, Bill.

- Lookin' for a story?

- That's what I get paid for.

That's wrong.

That's what I get underpaid for.

You know about that mob that's been

raising Cain on the Lower East Side?

- Sure.

- Well, I got three of them tonight in a jewelry robbery.

That's a frame-up.

I work for my livin'.

Yeah? What do you do?

I truck.

Let me look at your hand.

Never done a day's work in his life.

Let me look at yours.

No calluses on that hand either.

Now, you better frisk 'em.

Huh. Take a look at those, Bill.

Draft cards, huh?

- What are you gonna do with 'em, Cardigan?

- Up the river.

Listen, I'm gonna do you a great big favor

and grab a front-page spread for myself.

Yeah? What do you got on your mind?

Spit it out.

Let 'em go to war.

Great story.

Gangs- gunmen, see-

turned loose, given a chance to do their bit.

Patriotism, see?

Safe for democracy.

You're a Democrat,

aren't you? You are.

The primaries are

next month, aren't they?

They are.

"Cardigan for city court judge.

A real patriot. "

Get me?

Mm-hmm. Hmm!

I was kinda thinkin'

about that myself.

I knew you were.

I'll quote you.

I'm gonna give you three guys the greatest

opportunity you ever had in your life.

You're tough guys. Gunmen.

You wanna shoot.

Well, I'm gonna give you a gun

and make soldiers out of you...

instead of lettin' you eat your head off

up there at Elmira.

Sort of probation.

I'm gonna keep this evidence in my safe...

for the duration of the war.

After it's all over,

you can come back and report to me.

If you've made good,

we'll tear up the complaints.

If you haven't,

you're gonna take the rap!

You get me?

- Are you kiddin' us, Cardigan?

- That's a great idea, Chief.

Why, fighting's their racket.

You let these three guys go to France...

and the whole East Side

will be proud of them.

Here's your cards.

I envy you men...

this opportunity

of fighting for the right.

- You're better men than I am.

- Gunga Din.

- Okay, Chief.

- Okay, let 'em go.

Wait a minute.

I knew there was

a catch in it somewhere.

You'll need that to get you up in the army.

Fall in! Hold your heads up!

Throw that butt away!

Put your heels together!

Now, Sergeant,

don't you think it would be more advisable-

Now, just a moment, sir.

Please let us handle this...

or you'll have it all balled up.

- Hey, what's your line, fella?

- Ballplayer.

Send him to noncom school.

- How about you?

- Lightweight.

- Thug, huh?

- No- iceman.

Garbage detail.

Sergeant, I'm a certified

public accountant.

I hold two degrees in accountancy.

I've done expert work

for some of the biggest firms in the country.

Just now I'm employed by Whiting-Small,

a mail-order house.

Don't know if I can be of any use to you

around here, but if you need a good C.P.A. -

Horseshoer.

What are you?

Irish.

Give him a gun. What do you do, buddy?

I don't do anything.

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