Brother Orchid Page #4

Take a powder out the joint.

Round up a mob...

...and meet me Saturday

at the Crest Hotel.

We'll work out of there. Don't forget.

Don't do anything to Jack Buck...

...or his mob beforehand that'll tip him off.

- Right.

- What's that?

- Sounds like a mutiny.

Nothing to worry about, Mr. Sarto.

I'm just bringing in

a couple of nuts here...

...that was kind of bothering

Florence and me.

Look. Look, boss, who they are.

- Where's Flo?

- In the car.

She fainted.

I'm going out and tell her to move over.

What time is it?

- Twenty after 11.

- Maybe something happened to Willie.

I don't like this whole setup, boss.

We're conning ourselves

if we think we can knock over Buck.

What are you talking about? Didn't I take

the pushcart peddlers away from him?

The fruit peddlers in Canarsey?

Who had them before? Jack Buck.

Who now? Me.

We done a lot in 10 days,

but still we gotta be careful.

So far all we've grabbed off

this guy Buck has been peanuts.

- But this is different.

- Now look, you mugs.

I'm getting tired of this conversation.

If any of you are nervous,

wanna drop out, there's the door.

You got us wrong, Johnny.

We ain't yellow.

We just think you're going a little

too far too soon with Jack Buck.

Shut up, everybody.

Open the door, Harry.

Come in, gentlemen.

Look, Johnny. I don't know

nothing. I never did noth... Oh!

Shut up. I'll do the talking.

You answer when you're told to.

Put him in a chair.

We hear Jack Buck's got a date...

...with the Acme Paving Company

to sell them some protection.

Who's he meeting, where's it gonna be?

- We ain't got no date with the Acme.

- You're a liar. We know all about it.

You gonna get smart and talk?

Do you need working on?

Don't know nothing. Even if they got

a date, I don't know about it.

Your last chance.

Gonna spill it or I start to work?

You're crazy, Johnny.

You can't get away with this.

Oh!

- I'll talk, boss. I'll talk.

- Now you're getting smart.

Who's he gonna see and where?

They're seeing Tom Bailey

on 8th Avenue this afternoon at 3:00.

The fee is 2 Gs a month. Philadelphia

Powell and Al Muller will be present.

Now that's all I wanted to know.

See how easy it was to talk, Mugsy?

Give him a cigar, Dopey.

No, sir, Mr. Bailey, you haven't

got a thing to worry about.

From now on, if any of the men get out of

line all you do is reach for a telephone.

We'll only bite you once a month

for your dues. That's all there is to it.

Naturally, I want to avoid any more

trouble. I think you know what...

Just got here in time, huh?

- What do you care? What do you want?

Hoist them.

Wait a minute, gentlemen.

What's this all about?

Now, just a minute, Mr. Bailey. I'm Little

John Sarto. What were these mugs doing?

You're gonna be sorry.

- Shut up.

These gentlemen represent

a protective organization.

I was just on the point

of taking a policy with them.

Well, you ain't, see?

You're taking it out with me.

These mugs couldn't protect

a nurse in a baby parade.

- Throw them out.

- You heard him. Come on.

Sit down, Mr. Bailey.

Now, you and me'll get together

on some real protection.

I reckon it ain't very important.

The newspapers'd be making lot more of it.

I know, but sometimes the littlest items

make the biggest funerals.

It just makes me sick way down inside

to see you so worried.

- Lf there was just something I could do.

- Monsieur Sarto is on the telephone.

Oh, okay, Fifi.

Hello. I've been thinking about you.

Where you at?

I'm at the hotel.

I won't be able to see you

for dinner tonight.

Oh, you gotta lay low, huh?

No. I got a new deal on the fire.

It means a lot to me.

And I wanna close it quick.

Now, stop worrying, will you?

How can I help it? Every time the phone

rings or somebody knocks at the door...

...I get the needles,

thinking something's happened.

Listen, baby. We can't go on like this. Why,

yesterday afternoon I couldn't sleep a wink.

I know how it is but can't you see

I'm doing all this for us, see?

When I'm back on top again,

you and me'll be married.

We'll have a life

that'll be the talk of the town.

Tell you what. Call me up later,

let me know where you're at.

Okay.

Everything all right?

Oh, sure, everything's all right.

If it's money, Florence,

I'd be more than happy to help out.

I wouldn't dare offer Johnny money.

He'd knock me for a loop.

It's terrible, Clarence. It's terrible.

You want me to tell you something?

Know why he's going through all this?

- I reckon he's broke.

- No, that ain't it. It's on account of me.

- You know what he just said?

- What?

He just said that when he was on top,

we were gonna be married.

Ain't that grand?

Yeah.

- It sure is.

- And me, I ain't doing nothing to help him.

Even now he's in a spot,

I ain't doing nothing to take him off it.

I reckon your worrying about him

ain't gonna help matters none.

What you need is a vacation.

A couple of months on my ranch

would do you good.

Oh, if there was just something

I could do.

You'd make a mighty pretty picture coming

through the willows in the moonlight.

Everything so peaceful and quiet.

Did you ever smell alfalfa?

No. Who makes it?

It's grass.

Sure smells sweet

after it's just been cut.

Yeah. Me smelling alfalfa

and him cooped up in a cheap hotel room...

...fighting to make a comeback for me.

I know you'd like it on the ranch,

Florence, with all the horses and the dogs.

I got a cute little gentle pinto pony

you could have.

- All the rest of them buck but he...

- Buck.

You give me an idea.

- Jack Buck.

- What about Jack Buck?

I'm going right to Jack Buck myself.

It's a lot of baloney him and Johnny being

enemies. They got too much on each other.

Guess who's outside?

- Yeah? Who?

- Flo Addams.

- Anybody with her?

- She's all by herself.

Says she's gotta see you right away.

Oh, she does, huh?

- All right, let her come in.

- Okay.

- Mike.

Yes, sir?

Johnny Sarto's girl is here.

Watch the front just in case.

- Hello, kid.

- Hello, Jack.

Come on in. Glad to see you. Sit down.

Before I say a word...

...you gotta promise me something.

- What is it?

Don't say nothing to Johnny about this.

He'd be sore if he knew I was here.

I won't say a word.

What's on your mind?

You and Johnny shouldn't be fighting.

This is all a lot of hooey.

It ain't nice, is it?

You and him used to be partners once.

- You ought to be again.

- Yeah, but Johnny don't like me no more.

It makes me feel bad too.

It's no good you two being enemies.

You got too much on each other.

- We have?

- Sure.

Coppers still wanna know

who knocked off Big Tim O'Hara...

...in Molly Madigan's caf

about five years ago.

Little John knows all about that.

That's right. That's right. I forgot that

entirely. Thanks for reminding me.

You and Johnny could sit down

and talk over your differences easy, Jack.

I wish we could. It makes me feel sick

to have Johnny mad at me.

Then why don't you do it?

Why don't you get together

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