Bugsy Malone Page #4

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Lonely...

you don't have to be lonely...

come see Tallulah, we can

chase your troubles away.

If you're lonely...

you don't have to be lonely...

when they talk about Tallulah,

you know what they say...

no one south of heaven's

gonna treat you finer...

Tallulah had her training

in North Carolina.

They're coming.

Looney, keep your head down.

What can I do for you?

How about some straight talk?

Suits me.

- You've been taking liberties.

- I've been taking what's mine.

- Trouble is, it belongs to me.

- Too bad.

I'm sure we can talk

it over. I'm a businessman.

Yeah, a dime-a-dozen gangster.

Button your lip.

Don't talk dirty to me.

I don't like your

mouth. Have some respect.

You'd slit your own

throat for two bits.

Keep your wisecracks.

Keep talking.

I have my position to think of.

Right now it's not worth a nickel.

You're a dirty rat, Dan.

You've been watching

too many movies.

Okay, Looney, let him have it.

Charlie, Yonkers,

it's a double-cross.

Okay, freeze.

Looney.

What's the matter with you?

Hey, you guys.

Over here!

Over here!

Come back, dummies!

They're getting away.

Come back here.

Come on, step on it.

Come on, let's go.

We're going to lose them.

Drive faster.

Dan, you're a rat!

You're a dirty rat!

Come on, they're gonna get us.

Hold tight, Mr. Stacetto.

Come on, Malone.

You're a dirty

double-crossing rat!

Look out.

Don't stop!

There's a bridge!

Put the brakes on!

We lost them.

Go and cluck somewhere else.

Here. Get yourself a new suit.

Get rid of the sack you're wearing.

Thank you, Mr. Stacetto.

Here's my tailor's card.

You ain't got to

pay for six months.

Thank you very much.

Think nothing

of it. Let's go.

What do you think?

Don't I look cute?

I don't know.

Come on, Dotty,

what do you think?

I think the color's wrong.

What are you talking about?

Purple's my color.

Don't I always wear purple?

It matches your nose.

Maybe it's the length.

It's the latest length. Look!

Maybe the frills stick out

too much. Like your ears.

Frills are in. Look at

this photo of Lena Marelli.

Lena Marelli is

not Bangles Dobell.

You think it'd

look better on you?

It'd look better on a horse.

Jealous. Can I help it if my

looks are ahead of their time?

What?

Full of character.

Kind of earthy.

Like a bucket of mud.

You creep. Get lost!

How about you? Do you

think I look terrible?

Do I look cute or terrible?

Honestly?

Bangles Dobell, you look terrible.

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

Blousey.

Blousey.

Blousey.

It's for you. It's Bugsy.

Give him my love.

Thanks.

Hello.

Blousey, it's Bugsy.

Where are you?

Around. I can't talk,

but I just made 200 bucks.

You printed it yourself?

No, I earned it.

Doing what?

Oh, this and that.

Hang on a minute.

I can't hear you.

There's a train going by.

Who gave you the money?

Fat Sam.

He gave you 200 dollars?

And the loan of his

sedan for the afternoon.

He loaned you his sedan?

I don't believe it.

You're putting me on.

I believe you.

He's a sinner...

candy-coated...

he always seems to be alone...

but they love him,

Bugsy Malone.

A city slicker...

he can charm you with a smile...

a style all his own...

everybody loves that man...

Bugsy Malone.

Hard-headed Bugsy...

makes his mind up...

don't mess with Bugsy,

or you'll wind up...

wishing you'd left him alone.

He's a man, a mountain,

he's a rolling stone...

and when he leaves you...

sad and lonely...

cry, I couldn't say.

But it's known...

that everybody

wants that man...

Bugsy Malone.

Mustard with onions or ketchup?

Mustard with onions.

Oh, and this, too.

- What's this?

- A present.

- Open it up.

- You got to be kidding.

I don't kid around.

It's beautiful.

Nice, huh?

What is it?

What is it? A viewer.

Look through here.

Pictures of Hollywood stars.

Bugsy...

it's fantastic. It really is.

If only I could get to Hollywood.

You can.

Sure.

I know, in the front row...

of the Roxy Theatre...

on East 38th Street.

No, really get to Hollywood.

Keep talking.

Leaves 198 dollars for...

Surprise me.

- Two tickets.

- Two tickets?

How many tickets you need?

Two tickets to the ball game?

To Hollywood, dummy.

This can't be true.

Are we really going?

Knock it off.

You're putting me on.

It's the honest truth.

I'm picking them up tomorrow.

Now I better get

Fat Sam's car back.

Or I'm not going anywhere.

Is anyone in there?

Hello?

Are you hurt?

Help! Somebody

help me, please!

Somebody, please!

Somebody help!

Help me, please!

They take your money?

Yeah. Nearly 200 dollars.

Thanks anyway for helping me.

It was nothing.

- You must be a boxer, right?

- No.

- You're not?

- No.

Best punching I ever saw.

- Ever been coached?

- No.

- Ever thought of taking it up?

- No.

Why not? You could be a champion.

- Never had the chance.

- I know who could help you.

- You know Cagey Joe?

- No.

- You must know Slugger's Gym?

- No.

- You don't know much, do you?

- Nope.

What's your name?

Smith, Leroy Smith.

I'm Bugsy Malone. Put it there.

You got yourself a manager.

- Know the first thing I'm gonna do?

- No.

Treat you to one heck of a meal.

- Thought they took all your dough.

- Who needs money?

Look at this, O'Dreary.

You cracked it this time, Captain.

Get the plaster.

We'll take a mold.

Come on, get the plaster.

Careful. Up a bit.

Left a bit.

Come on, hurry up.

Hold it straight. Be careful.

You idiots!

Hello. What?

They got the still.

The whole lot's gone.

Not the sarsaparilla racket,

too. Get round here now.

- I can't, boss.

- Why not?

I'm all tied up.

I don't care if you're

busy. Get here right away.

Careful, you idiots.

O'Dreary.

Don't worry...

we'll break you out

at headquarters.

- Hi, Bugsy. How you been?

- Swell, Cagey Joe.

I'd like you to meet the

next heavyweight champion.

Leroy, meet Cagey Joe.

Cagey Joe, this is Leroy Smith.

- Ever been in the ring before?

- No.

- So you wanna be a fighter?

- No.

Sure he does. He's a natural.

Look at those fists.

Did you ever see such fists?

Hit it, Leroy.

You see? A born champion.

What's your name again?

Smith. Leroy Smith.

With your help...

he could be champion in no time.

So you wanna be a boxer...

in the golden ring.

Can you punch like a train?

Tell me just one thing...

can you move like a

hummingbird's wing?

Oh, that's fast!

Can you bob, can you weave?

Well, you might as well quit...

if you haven't got it.

So you wanna be a boxer,

can you pass the test?

I can tell if you got it,

I've trained the best.

When you work and sweat

like a buzz saw...

and you near lose your mind...

when you find out your

boy has a glass jaw.

So you might as well quit...

if you haven't got it.

Put him in the ring,

look at what you've found...

we can use the fun...

pushing him around.

We'll show him the ropes...

and destroy his hopes...

put him in the ring...

let him feel the sting...

we can make him dance...

we'll pound him to bits...

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