Brother Orchid

"Gangland guns slay rival racketeer.

Big Tim O'Hara

latest victim of underworld war. "

This is murder. Just plain murder.

Besides, this is the first time in the history

of this organization a rod's had to be used.

You guys by pulling this thing

you made Little John awful brokenhearted.

Oh, boss, you shouldn't take

that altitude towards us.

The guy was chiseling in on us. Me and

Philadelphia Powell caught him red-handed.

Sure, everybody thought you'd be

glad to have that guy illuminated.

Oh, that ain't it.

The job was pulled in Molly Madigan's.

The police closed the joint.

Now where's a guy gonna get

a plate of corned beef and cabbage?

Yeah, it was tough on Molly. Using her

establishment for that there kind of work.

A lot of people are funny like that.

They don't wanna sit when that

merchandise is being carried out.

Besides, why wasn't I

in on the know beforehand?

We're partners.

Why wasn't I given no memo?

Lay off, will you?

The guy's washed up, ain't he?

You bet he's washed up.

So is Molly Madigan's business,

so is our record and so am I.

- What do you mean?

- You heard.

I've been getting fed up on this business,

I've been thinking of getting out.

This latest transaction convinces me.

- You don't know what you're saying.

- I know exactly.

I'm fed up on this business.

I don't see no career in it no more.

Besides, I'm too sensitive.

Johnny, what are you gonna do?

Plenty. I got my little bundle.

I'm gonna retire, see?

From now on, I'm going after the

two things I've always wanted most.

Good taste and refinement.

I'm gonna get what I was born to have:

Class.

What kind of conversation is this?

The guy's blown his roof off.

Cut the clowning,

the guys ain't in a mood.

I ain't clowning. I'm on the level.

I'm through with the rackets forever.

From now on, the business is yours.

I'm stepping out.

Of course, without Little John,

you're starting from scratch.

But you'll get along.

- You mean that, Johnny?

- Absolutely.

This is a kiss-off.

Now, you guys are no longer looking

at John Sarto, boss of the rackets.

You're now looking at John T. Sarto...

...world sportsman, socialite

and art student.

- Where are you going, boss?

- I'm gonna tell Flo.

Then tomorrow, I'm off for London, Paris

and St. Moritz...

...and with all the class

that goes with them there joints.

Willie, you can come and help me pack.

So long, guys, I won't be seeing you.

He's certainly going a long way

to get class.

The way he's going after it,

he'll come back reeking with it.

Well, don't worry, pal.

He'll never come back.

Look, Johnny. Don't it look elegant?

Yeah, it's got class all right.

Look, you dumb cluck,

you got it pasted on the inside.

Sure, it gets scratched on the outside.

Anybody's smart enough to know that.

Flo, sometimes you got me guessing

whether you're even a nitwit.

Okay, Johnny. That's the thanks I get

for dropping in to help you pack.

Oh, I'm sorry, baby. Look, I didn't mean

I should hurt your feelings.

I keep forgetting you don't catch

on to class faster than I.

Where do you want me to tuck these

croquet mallets, boss?

See what I'm up against?

Not croquet, stupid. Them's polo clubs.

- Won't they fit in the trunk?

- Not a chance.

Not even if I bend them.

I got an idea, Johnny.

Pinky Johnson at the Can-Can Club has

a black bow fiddle case you can borrow.

No good. Hop over to Can-Can. Ask Pink if

he got a brown one he can let you have.

- Okay.

I wanna match my luggage.

Nobody can say Johnny ain't in good taste.

- Oh, you're always in good taste, Johnny.

- Ha-ha.

That's what's got me kind of jumpy.

I mean, you and me tearing around Rome

and all them places...

...and me with a maiden name.

- I don't get you.

I mean us taking this trip.

Us? Who said we're taking the trip?

Well, ain't we?

Look, I don't wanna hurt your feelings but

Little Johnny's gonna take this trip alone.

- But you and me...

- It wouldn't be proper now, would it?

Besides...

...I kind of like to get away by myself

for a little while. You understand?

Sure.

I understand.

Oh, Flo.

Why don't you come out and say it.

Say you're tired of me

and this is the blow off?

Oh, baby, now how can you talk this way?

How can you even think this way?

Well, it is, ain't it?

When you say that,

it's like sticking a knife in me.

When you look like you mean it,

it's like breaking the handle off.

Well, I can't help it, Johnny.

You and me have been going together

for five years now.

- Of course I know you've been awful busy...

- Is some woman been talking to you?

But to me if a fella loved a girl enough

he could take five minutes off...

...to hop over to the city hall

and dig up some judge.

Now, stop mentioning judges.

- I'm superstitious.

- Okay, Johnny. Forget it.

Anyway,

we had some good times together.

Oh, now look, baby,

I'm still nuts about you.

We ain't married because

we haven't got around to it.

When I come back and I'm a gentleman,

we're gonna have a big church wedding.

Gee, and I ain't been in a church since

the night your brother was bumped off.

Oh, you're swell, kid.

You know, you deserve the best.

Oh, Johnny.

I ain't forgetting you.

I'm gonna take care of you.

- Are you?

- You bet your life.

I was gonna do something big for you.

- Now's the time.

- Gee, Johnny.

- You always wanna be in show business?

- Do I?

Well, watch.

Get me Al Royer at the Crescent Club.

I'll show how you stand.

The Crescent Club?

The biggest nightclub in town.

Hello, Al.

Little John Sarto.

Oh, fine, pal. How's yourself?

Say, listen, you know Flo Addams,

don't you?

My fiance.

That's right.

Well, look, I'm going off to Europe, see?

While I'm gone I want you

to spot her in your nightclub.

That's right.

You will? Well, that's fine,

Al, I appreciate it.

Yeah. She'll be over tomorrow

afternoon at 2.

Well, that's fine, pal.

Thanks, pal. So long, pal.

- Well, do I get into the club?

- You bet your life.

- Tomorrow afternoon you start as...

- As what?

Hatcheck girl.

Oh, gosh, Johnny.

See how Little John takes care

of the people he likes, huh? Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Oh, Johnny.

- Goodbye, Johnny.

- Goodbye, baby. Heh-heh.

- So long.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

I trust you had good luck, monsieur.

- Hmm?

- Heh.

Oh.

Here, pal. Better frame this.

Last one from the biggest sucker

in the world.

Thank you, monsieur.

- Oh, uh... Where's the nearest cable office?

- Lobby of the hotel.

Thanks.

- Do you read English?

- Certainly. That is my business.

Well, then read that.

"Monsieur Jack Buck, Willie the Kaniff...

- Knife.

- Oh, yes, "Willie the Knife...

...French Frank, Mugsy O'Day,

Philadephia Powell... "

Yeah, okay, okay. Read the message.

"Good news, boys.

I'm coming home to be your boss again.

With the class I got now,

we'll all make plenty of kopecks.

Love and kisses, Little John Sarto. "

Yeah, cross out the word kopecks.

Put in mazuma.

Oui, monsieur. Mazuma.

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