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like women, what?

- I never had no

money for gambling,

or women, for that matter.

- We got a ton of whore houses

on the south side, my treat.

- Yeah, but you

have to watch out

because you're not

gonna find one whore

in any of those places

that this mamaluc'

hasn't already

f***ed and tainted.

- Hey, you gotta test 'em out,

make sure they know

what they're doin'.

- Nah, that's okay.

- What do you like?

You like nightclubs?

You like music?

- You mean like jazz?

- Sure.

- Yeah, I love jazz.

- Alright, alright.

Al, you have take this young man

to the four deuces,

it's all my treat.

- Okay, torrio.

- Where?

- This, this is torrio's

place, enjoy yourself.

Besides, I gotta see

some professional ladies

who could use my company.

Have fun, kid.

- For you, sir?

- Club soda.

- Hey doll, let me

buy you a drink.

- Get your paws off.

- It's just a drink.

- I said leave me alone!

- I think the lady said

that she's not interested.

- F*** you.

- Come on.

- My hero.

- Nah, you probably could've

handled him yourself.

- Lulu.

- Jack.

- Okay, it's Louise, but

I'm trying to be a model.

I think Lulu sounds

sexier, what do you think?

- Can I buy you a drink, Lulu?

- No thanks, I brought my own.

- Well.

- You dance?

Thank you, thank you!

- Well, thanks for

the dance, handsome.

I gotta go.

- Oh wait, wait.

When can I see you again?

- Oh honey, based on

this ten dollar suit,

I don't think you can afford me.

But good luck with

the boxing, slugger.

- Oh, wow, sun's gonna

be up in a bit, huh?

- Yeah.

- I ain't never pulled

an all-nighter before.

- Really?

Welcome to the club.

You know, if you come

work for us full time,

you can come to the

club whenever you want.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- I don't know, I just can't.

- Really?

Okay, okay.

Look, if you ever

change your mind,

there's a whole lotta

money to be made,

especially for that

family of yours.

- Thanks, al.

- Let's go, al.

- You thought you could

muscle in on our territory?

- Angelo?

Angelo!

Angelo!

- Ma?

Ma!

- Vinny!

- What, what happened?

- Sorry kid,

somebody popped your old man.

- What?

- Your mother said she

never seen them before.

She probably can't

identify them.

- Listen, I'm going to

be honest with you guys.

There's probably

nothing we can do here.

- What are you talking about?

It was the genna

family, I know it was.

- Hey, hey, hey look, kid,

the genna's know

very important people

on this side of town

and you know that.

- Yeah, just like all the cops

they bought off to

look the other way.

- Shut your mouth!

Looky, looky, looky

what the cat dragged in.

Aren't you boys a little

far from your precinct?

- I mean, we're not here to

help you find the killers.

Because we know you're gonna

have a drink with them tonight.

Don't you two got

something better to do?

Like, maybe pick up

some more bag money?

- Is that what you call it?

- We heard about it

on the police radio.

They steal anything, money?

- You recognize 'em?

The car, anything?

- No.

- Alright.

It's those two clowns precinct,

so on this our hands are

kind of tied but, uh.

- I understand.

- You don't hesitate to

give us a call, alright kid?

Ma'am.

- The police,

they're going to find

the men who do this, yes?

- No, they're not

gonna do nothin'.

- Hey boss, someone to see you.

- Hey Jack, sit down.

- Does that offer still stand?

- Yes, I gotta warn you,

things are starting to heat up.

Mike merlo had done a good job

at the head of the

sicilian union,

keepin' peace

between the families.

The problem is, Mike died a

couple days ago from cancer.

Right afterwards, the micks

started shootin' up our drivers.

- I'll do whatever you

want on one condition.

You give me the names of the

men who killed my father.

- Welcome, Jack.

- We can't very well keep

going the way we have.

The killings, the violence,

it's not good for business.

- Violence is my business.

And I fought for every

inch I own in this city.

- I'm no stranger to

violence either, Dion.

- I wanted to meet

with you, Johnny,

because I agree.

All these killings are

getting out of hand.

Why don't we staunch

the flow of blood

running through our streets.

There's plenty of

customers for both of us.

I'll tell you what.

This here brewery

is more than I need.

We've got plenty of others.

Why don't you take

it off my hands.

- Good.

Well.

- So, no more violence?

- Salud.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

You're not training anymore?

- I got a new job.

- And a new suit.

- So how's the

modeling business?

- I went out to California

for a few weeks.

It didn't work out.

- No?

- No.

- They don't know

what they're doin'

if they let you get away.

- Oh, yeah?

- The first thing

i want to do is get

rid of all o'banion's

piss water.

I'm gonna bring

in the best hops,

the best malt, all the

ingredients we need

to make the best

goddamn beer in Chicago.

Then once we get up

and running here we

should be making over a

million dollars a year, easy.

- Alright, boys,

let's take her down.

- Get over there!

- What the hell is this?

- All right, nobody move,

FBI, this is a bust!

- Who the hell are

you, you got a warrant?

- Yes.

- I tell you, you're

wasting your time!

This is just a

waste of your time.

O'banion set me up, alright?

Whatever he's paying

you, I'll double it.

- See?

I'm a man of my word,

no more violence.

Why waste bullets on

ignorant greaseballs

when you can just have

them arrested?

- Like taking candy from a baby.

Or liquor from a wop.

- And you know, now

with torrio gone,

I'm going to make

sure the next head

of the sicilian union

is one of our own.

- You know, there's another good

thing about Mike merlo dying.

- Yeah, what's that?

- Well, what does everyone

do when there's a funeral?

They buy flowers.

- Don't worry, i

wouldn't turn you in.

I been in enough trouble

with the law as it is.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

I accidentally

killed a guy once.

I got loaded, took

out my old man's car,

went for a joy ride.

I hit another guy's car.

- Why aren't you in jail?

- My daddy's got money, knew

the right judge to give it to.

- Jeez.

I guess I'll be doin'

the driving from now on.

- Oh yeah?

Are you taking me places?

- Anywhere you want to go.

- F***in' rat!

That Irish f***in' rat!

What, f***in' sells

torrio his brewery

and then runs and

tells the feds?

And then tries to

put Angelo genna

at the head of the

sicilian family?

He's a f***in' dead man!

Do you f***in' hear me!

- Boss, don't you think we

should wait till torrio--

- what are you

interrupting me for!

Huh?

There's a lot of

people buying flowers

for Mike merlo's funeral.

You two know what to do.

Jack, you're drivin'.

Go!

- Keep the motor runnin'.

- Hello, Dion.

- Oh, you're here for

Mike's funeral, I take it.

There you are.

- Among other things,

you dirty Mick.

- No!

- Alright, come on, Jackie,

let's move, let's move.

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