Gangster Squad Page #3

That's all you got?

Sarge, the whole town's underwater...

...and you're grabbing a bucket when you

should grab a bathing suit, you know?

Come on, Jerry,

what the hell happened to you?

JERRY:

Hey...

...same thing that happened to you, pal.

But the war's over

and we don't have to fight anymore.

You're not gonna change anything

around here, sarge.

You're just gonna wake up one morning

on the wrong side of the grass.

For what?

If you can't answer that question,

take off the badge.

Drink up.

Okay, but only because it sounded

like an order.

CONNIE:
How about this guy? They call him

The Sheriff of Central Avenue.

Coleman Harris.

Excessive force and insubordination.

Sounds like a man

after your own dear heart.

(UPBEAT SWING MUSIC PLAYING)

Aah!

HARRIS:

It's okay, Del.

- Now, don't wiggle it.

- Unh!

Be best you pull it straight out.

Lieutenant. Sergeant John O'Mara.

Can I buy you a drink?

Well, seeing as though I'm still on duty...

...you better buy me two.

Damn heroin, eating Central Avenue

down to the bone.

I lost my niece to it a year ago.

I'm the only law that there is down here.

What would you say if I took you upriver?

All the way to the headwaters.

No more pushers.

Plug it up right at the source.

- Sarge.

- What is that?

Look.

What?

- Oh, no.

- Why not?

No, you can't just pull some guy

out of a magazine like he's a decoder ring.

You can't do that.

Sarge, Max Kennard has shot more crooks

than any L.A. cop in the last hundred years.

Sooner or later, there's gonna be gunplay,

and I want Kennard with you when it happens.

KENNARD:

Max Kennard.

Mind if I join you?

All right.

Navidad Ramirez.

KENNARD:

"Christmas" Ramirez?

It's all right if you're

a burlesque dancer...

...but I keep on telling him

it's no kind of name for a lawman.

Mind if I talk with you for a minute?

Go on, Navidad. Get some air.

That kid's not gonna last long

riding with you.

Hell, nobody'll work with him

on account of his heritage.

I'm going after Mickey Cohen.

And I need a gun hand.

Wouldn't you know it?

I just happen to have one.

- There it is. Good as new.

- Thanks, Dad.

Yeah, don't crash.

Conwell Keeler?

Can I help you with something, fella?

You need someone with brains

to balance the brawn.

He was Army Intelligence.

Got demoted for not understanding

the need for a warrant.

KEELER:
Rocketdyne's test firing their new

missile up in Santa Susana.

It's supposed to be faster than the V-2.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- Thank you, baby.

You don't know what the V-2 is,

that's okay. This one's faster.

I heard you were the best wire man

in the department.

Oh, yeah? Thank you.

Look, these other guys I've been asking,

none of them have families.

So you wanna think this over?

BOY:
Dad! It's the rocket!

- Oh.

BOY:

Come on, hurry!

KEELER:

Wow. Isn't she a beaut?

BOY:

Look, Dad.

Yeah. It's pretty great, right?

You know, this...

...a brighter future...

...this is what we fought for, isn't it?

Damn right.

He grows up...

...I don't wanna tell him that I just stood by

while Mickey Cohen took it from us.

REPORTER 1:

Mr. Cohen, right this way.

Mr. Cohen, how's the haberdashery

business these days?

- Booming.

REPORTERS:
Ha, ha, ha.

REPORTER 2:
Mr. Cohen.

What do you think about Chief Parker?

- Who?

REPORTERS:
Ha, ha, ha.

So nobody's heard from Tommy Russo in

a while. Any idea what's happened to him?

Tommy went to live on a big farm...

...where he's got lots of room to run and

play with all the other Chicago gangsters.

You want, I'll take you out there

to visit him sometime.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

- Hi, Jack.

- Mickey.

You know Red.

I think I'll go bend my elbow

while you boys bend your ears.

Pair of Jacks. It's not a

two-of-a-kind night, kid. Scram.

I'll be at the bar.

Scotch.

- Grace.

- Jack.

Say, kid...

...why don't you cut Jerry loose

before he gets hurt.

- Jerry's a big boy, Jack.

- Hm.

- Trust me.

- Yeah.

He'll make a big stain on the sidewalk

if Cohen finds out about you two.

He's my friend, Grace.

I've known him all my life.

He's a sheep in wolf's clothing.

He's got a smart mouth...

...but he's dumb where it counts.

What you did to Russo,

that was a disgrace, Mickey.

The man rode on a train out from Chicago

to sit with you in good faith.

I don't get you.

You have the world by the ass out here.

You got all the prestige, the purse,

the p*ssy any man could ask for...

...and you go and you poke Chicago

in the eye.

Why?

More.

I want more, Jack.

You wanna weep over Tommy Russo, fine,

we can drink to Tommy.

He was a guy who died building a railroad...

...and I'm sorry he won't be out here

when I drive in the golden spike.

But what happened to Tommy is nothing.

That wasn't murder.

It was progress.

I am progress.

You know what kills me...

...is you think you're something new.

I've seen guys like you before.

The Mojave is filled with them.

Bright boys that wanna shoot their way

to the top of the class. Ha.

You think I lack vision.

It's the other way around.

Matter of fact, I'm having a vision right now.

You are gonna wake up one morning with

your best part stuffed into your mouth.

I'm sorry, did you say something?

I was kidding.

I heard you, Jack, you're a funny guy.

And I'm not gonna carry water

for you anymore.

You dumb kike.

You're old, you're slow. I've outgrown you.

I might be getting old,

I might be getting slow...

...but I got friends in Chicago

that are neither.

This isn't Chicago.

This is the Wild f***ing West.

And I've been reading about it.

You heard of Manifest Destiny? That's when

you take what you can when you can.

The greasers took it from the redskins

and we took it from them.

And I'm gonna take it all from you, Jack,

and not just because I can.

But because this is my destiny.

Los Angeles is my f***ing destiny,

you motherf***er.

O'MARA:
When we succeed,

nobody will ever know what we've done.

No medals, no promotion.

But I'm here to tell you, there's death in it

waiting for the man who hesitates.

Right now, our only advantage is that

he won't know who we are.

So I have only one rule in this outfit.

Leave these at home.

We're not solving a case here.

We're going to war.

RAMIREZ:

That sounds good to me.

Take it easy. No, I'm on your side.

Who the f*** is this guy?

He's a huge pain in my ass

is what he is.

HARRIS:

He followed you here?

Real nice, Hopalong.

Yeah, but he's heard everything.

Yeah, I know your plan.

That's what I just said.

I want in.

Do you think you're good enough?

I got the drop on you, didn't l?

KENNARD:

Push comes to shove...

...kid'll stay behind his gun.

It's your mess, cowboy.

When do we start?

Tonight. We're gonna hit his casino

across the river in Burbank.

(PEE WEE KING'S "BULL FIDDLE BOOGIE"

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

There's a guy in our cowboy band

He plays the best bass in the land

He plays it on and off the beat

He plays it hot and he plays it sweet

We destroy the equipment,

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