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- Yeah, that's better English.

- Oh, oui, monsieur.

Oh, by the way,

where's the nearest hockshop?

- Hockshop?

- Yeah, hockshop.

You know, pawnbroker.

- Oh, pawnbroker. Oh, oui, monsieur.

- Mm-hm.

Go to the head doorman at the gambling

casino. He has the concession.

Yeah?

I should have known that.

What are your plans in the United States?

Returning to business.

Pressure was brung on me...

...so I skip over to the States,

head my organization.

- I see.

- My board of directors are meeting me.

- Oh, a little welcome home party?

- Right.

Pardon me, sir.

They're ready for your baggage now.

Thanks. Well, I'm sorry, you guys,

but I have to skip now.

- Thank you, Mr. Sarto.

- The pleasure's all mine.

Hi, Johnny.

Boss. Welcome home.

Johnny, you're a sight for sore eyes.

Same goes for me. Glad to be back.

- Where's Willie the Knife?

- Had business to attend.

- Let me take your baggage.

- Got a car.

- Let me take your arm.

- Wait a minute, now.

Take your foot off the gas.

Where's Jack Buck?

At the joint to welcome you.

All the boys are waiting.

Give me your baggage, I know a guy...

Never mind about the customs.

I got that fixed up already.

- Where's the car?

- A limousine parked outside.

- Come on. Duck this crowd.

- You don't mind this service?

Mind? Boy, I love it.

Push ahead there, will you?

- And open up a path for me.

- Ha-ha-ha.

Johnny, will the boys be glad to see you.

- Just like yesterday, huh, boss?

- Oh, yeah.

Ha-ha. Oh, uh...

- Say, why ain't my name on there?

- Well, we took it off when you quit, boss.

Well, put it back on. Without my name

on there, it ain't got no clat.

Oh, that's a French word we use

in France. It means pretty nifty.

- Come in, boss. This is it.

- Well, Johnny, welcome home.

How are you?

Finkie, how are you? How've you...?

Well, say, look at that.

Oh, this is grand. Heh-heh.

Well, I sure appreciate

the sentiment, boys. Ahh.

Just like the good old days.

Everything just the way I left it.

Yeah, furniture, books, everything.

Still there.

Same old private apartment.

Just the same.

Well, sure looks good.

Boy, remember some of the parties...

...we held in here, eh, pal?

- Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Yes, sir, Johnny.

Those were the good old days.

Come on in here.

I want you to talk to the boys.

- Sure.

- I want you to take your old seat, up front.

Certainly nice to be back

with the old mob.

- Mugsy?

- Yeah?

- Show the boss to his old seat.

- A pleasure.

Thanks, Mugsy. Ha-ha.

- Here you are, boss.

- Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

This is what I've been

looking forward to...

The hot seat, huh? Now, who done it?

Who's the wise guy?

Come on now, speak up.

- Lf you don't, I'll break every guy's head.

- Relax, you ain't scaring nobody.

- You know who you're talking to?

- Little Johnny Sarto.

You don't mean a thing. You might as

well get this through your nut right now.

You walked out on us

five years ago and left us flat.

You give me the rackets

and made me the boss.

You think I'm gonna be chump enough

to step down now?

Oh, so that's it.

- Now I get it.

- As far as the rackets are concerned...

...you're through, Johnny.

Let me give you a little tip.

You can stay around

as long as you want to...

...but it'll be healthier if you leave.

Because from now on, I ain't liking you and

I'm liable to not like anything you do, see?

A showdown, huh?

All right, wise guy.

Mugsy. Philadephia. Frank. Now,

who's it gonna be, him or Little John?

Come on, speak up. Who's your boss?

What is this?

- What am I doing, dreaming?

- No, you ain't dreaming.

The sooner you get it through your head

that you're out of the business, the better.

- Now, get out of here.

- Why, you. Uhn!

Go on. Throw him out on the street.

- All right, wise guy.

- Let me go.

I'll get out but I'm coming back.

I'm organizing a new mob and someday

I'm gonna blast you right off the earth.

- I'll show you yellow mugs...

- Don't stand there.

- Throw him out.

- Hands off me.

Get him out of here.

Come on, get out. Get him out of here.

All right, get out of here.

- Here, now.

- Huh?

Where do you think you're going?

Up to Miss Addams' apartment.

I'm Little John Sarto.

I don't care what size you are.

You ain't going up

to no Miss Addams' apartment.

- Why not?

- Because about eight months ago...

...Miss Addams upped

and flew her fine feathers...

...over to the Parkway Biltmore.

The Parkway Biltmore?

- What'd she do, get a job as a maid?

- I don't know.

But it's been said she's doing real well.

Yeah?

Well, thanks.

Ackers, Addison, Anderson,

Appleby, Bassett, Bliss.

No, there's no Miss Addams

working here.

Her landlady said

she came eight months ago.

Well, I'm sorry, buddy,

but we ain't got no record of it.

Hey, Al, you better step on it.

Miss Addams wants to see them.

- Okay. Okay.

- Here. Just a minute.

Addams? Could that be Flo Addams?

No. This is Miss Florence Addams, a guest.

Couldn't be the one you're looking for.

Yeah? Well, I'm just crazy enough

to go up and see.

Here. Wait a minute.

Tell Albert to drag them

in. I ain't got time.

Oui, madame.

Oh, come in, Albert.

Ha-ha! Napoleon. Ho-ho-ho.

Oh, Fifi...

Johnny.

Oh. Oh, Johnny.

Oh, never mind the hysterics.

- Get rid of the audience.

- You can go now.

Take Napoleon and Josephine out.

Me and Mr. Sarto wish to be alone.

Oh, Johnny. Five years you've been gone.

Gee, you don't know how I've missed you.

Yeah. From the looks of things

it's good I come back.

What's that idea of all this layout?

Well, you always wanted me

to have class, didn't you?

Yeah, but this joint's so full of it, it leaks.

Don't tell me you got it selling cigarettes.

- I ain't a cigarette girl no more.

- You ain't?

- When'd you quit the Crescent Club?

- I didn't.

- You didn't?

- I own it.

- What are you, kidding?

- I bought Al Royer out a year ago.

- With what, hay?

- Alfalfa. That's what Clarence raises.

Cla...

Now, look, one of us is cuckoo.

Now, let's start this over again.

- Who's Clarence?

- A big rancher from out West.

He's interested in cows.

Oh, yeah?

Especially when they wear petticoats.

If you're insinuating anything, you're

mistaken. I ain't worn a petticoat in years.

Well, from now on this cowboy's

out of the picture, see?

Tell him pack up his wigwam

go back to the wide-open spaces.

- You're jealous.

- No, I ain't.

I'm suspicious of a guy that looks

for pastureland on 42nd Street.

- Johnny.

- What?

You ain't kissed me yet.

Well, I'll get around to that.

First I got something important to do.

Where's Willie the Knife?

In Pattonsville. That's a private sanitarium,

over in Jersey for mental disorders.

Say, he's got his nerve going crazy

just when I need him?

He ain't crazy. He's playing at it

to get away from Jack Buck.

He quit him a couple of weeks ago.

Jack Buck's a bad guy, Johnny.

Yeah, I found out about that. But don't

worry, he ain't gonna be much longer.

Oh, hello, operator,

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