Gangster Squad Page #4

burn the money.

We're in and out in 10 minutes and across

the river before they know what hit them.

- We gonna do it or talk about it?

- Let's go.

HARRIS:

Hey, who are these guys, sarge?

Squaw need a new pair of moccasins.

- Young brave need firewater!

- Ha, ha, ha.

Movie extras.

(CHATTERING)

ALL:
Yay!

O'MARA:
Get down! Everybody down!

(GUNSHOTS AND PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Get down! Do what we tell you

and no one gets hurt!

HARRIS:
Get down!

O'MARA:
We're here for the money!

KENNARD:
Kiss the ground!

RAMIREZ:
Oh, sh*t! They're cops!

O'MARA:
What?

HARRIS:
Yeah, who are they?

KEELER:
Those aren't costumes!

COP 1:
Put them down!

O'MARA:

These sons of b*tches are guarding the place!

- I said put them down!

HARRIS:
Hey, f*** you!

RAMIREZ:

Let's go!

O'MARA:

Get out! Get out! Abort! Abort!

KENNARD:

Dirty Burbank sons of b*tches!

COP 2:

Let's go!

KEELER:

That was a stupid idea!

Sh*t!

COP 1:

Stay on them!

COP 2:

Hold it right there!

(ENGINE STALLING)

(GUNSHOT)

(HORSES NEIGHING)

(ENGINE STALLING)

KEELER:
It's not starting! You gotta push it!

HARRIS:
Take your foot off the brake!

KEELER:

Hurry, get in!

O'MARA:

Go, go, go! Just go!

Hands in the air! Now!

HARRIS:

Damn.

FUNSTON:

The shine had this on him.

You packing a pig-sticker, Bwana?

You must be out here from Chicago...

...or maybe from goddamn Mars.

Because everybody down here

on planet Earth...

...knows that Mr. Cohen's place

is sacred ground.

Dragna put you up to this?

Go to hell.

You better believe I'm asking you

a whole lot nicer than Cohen's gonna.

Lock them up.

(JERRY HUMMING)

Hey, Jerry. How about a shine?

Oh, look, it's Pete. No, it's Re-Pete.

Look at those shoes. It looks like they've

seen more steps than the Eiffel Tower.

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'll make them

shine like the moon, Jerry. The moon.

Oh, yeah?

- Okay, Pete.

- All right, all right.

(BAND PLAYING SLOW TUNE)

New York. It's like being a rat in a maze.

Everybody living on top of each other.

You wouldn't believe how goddamn

filthy the place is.

Whole goddamn place.

How's your mom?

How the hell should I know?

You should know how your mom is.

PETE:

Heh. Okay.

Listen, I heard Cohen's making a move

on Dragna.

JERRY:

Is that right?

But out here...

...a guy's got room to be something

more than he was.

What do you know about

Cohen and Dragna?

I'm just saying to keep

your head down, that's all.

Keep my head down?

You keep your head down.

You're a kid.

Only thing you should be worried about is how

you're gonna get your hands up a girl's skirt.

PETE:
Heh.

- That's what you should be worried about.

COHEN:

The air's dry.

Clean.

You can taste it.

And that changes you.

Hey, Pete. Go home.

- I'm not even done yet.

- Go home right now.

- You hear me?

- Yeah, all right.

- Go.

- All right.

- Go now.

- Okay.

I love Los Angeles. I love it.

Jerry!

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

GANGSTER:

Hey. Hey.

You can't shoot me. You're a cop.

Not anymore.

(GUNSHOT)

JACK:

Come on.

Get it together, Jerry.

What's the matter with you? Stop it.

Whose blood is that, Jerry? Huh?

You know that shoeshine kid?

- They killed him.

- I'm sorry about that.

You gotta screw your head on.

Somebody just hit Cohen's place

in Burbank.

They think it was Dragna's guys,

but I can tell you for a fact it wasn't.

Couple of strong-armed boys made like

to knock over Mickey's casino.

Burbank cops nabbed two of them.

Cohen's sending some guys over there now.

Goddamn it, O'Mara,

you stupid son of a b*tch.

HARRIS:

I always knew I'd die in Burbank.

They won't kill us here.

Cohen will send somebody to pick us up,

and then you'll wish they had.

- Watch the corridor, will you?

- All right.

KENNARD:

Hey, fellas. How's the food in there?

Sarge.

What the hell are you doing, Hopalong?

This here is fixing to be a jailbreak.

Supposed to be police officers.

It's like a three-ring circus.

- Help you with something, pal?

MAN:
Yeah.

Why don't you get off your fat ass

and get me my prisoners?

This is the dumbest thing I've ever seen.

You're the one that got pinched

and I'm the dummy?

You got here awful quick.

JERRY:

Yeah, well, Mr. Cohen was in a hurry.

Just one guy?

JERRY:

Yeah, don't worry about it.

I can handle these two.

With enough left over for you too, pal,

so just open it up.

Help you fellas?

Yeah, we're here to pick up some garbage.

Two bags.

Oh, sh*t.

Hold it! That guy's bullshit!

Lights out.

Floor it, Navidad!

That didn't work.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOTS)

Who's there?

Bwana's a Swahili word.

- Means "sir." Got it?

- Unh!

Yes, sir.

O'MARA:

Come on, let's go, let's go.

Now, who the f*** is this guy?

Jerry Wooters.

He's one of us.

I know it doesn't look like much now.

But this is gonna be my crown jewel.

Welcome to El Dorado Trust.

We're standing in the middle

of a money-making machine.

Makes me giddy.

We got all the whores and dope sewn up.

But pari-mutuel wagering, bang.

Off-track betting, ba-bang.

That's where the real money is.

Have this place open in a few weeks.

After that, all the wire traffic west

of Chicago comes right through here.

Millions.

I couldn't make it any faster if I was

printing it myself.

What about the Syndicate?

That's the past. This is the future.

I'll buy them off with money we pull

out of this place alone.

Buy every politician from here to Frisco.

Within a month, we'll have the whole

West Coast tied up in a nice ribbon.

(SILENCED GUNSHOT)

Come on.

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS

AND MAN GRUNTS)

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS

AND WOMAN SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

All right? Your turn.

You gonna break leather, Hopalong?

Or you just gonna watch us?

(GUNSHOTS)

RAMIREZ:

You were saying?

KENNARD:

Get on up here, Navidad.

HARRIS:

Sheesh.

KENNARD:

You loaded?

(GUNSHOTS)

Don't shoot where it is, son.

Shoot where it's gonna be.

(GUNSHOT AND CAN RATTLES)

(KENNARD GROANS)

(HORN HONKING)

KEELER:

They got Dragna.

They killed everybody in the house.

His wife. Killed the maid, for chrissake.

Cohen must have thought what we did

to his casino was Dragna's guys.

This was payback.

It's war. People die.

I'm sorry, I can't believe you would

say something like that.

Sarge, I don't want any more

civilian casualties.

Then talk to Cohen.

I'd rather listen to him.

All we do is plant a bug and we can

hear everything he says.

JERRY:

One of the clubs?

No, his house.

(WHISPERING) It takes him three minutes

to get around the house. Go.

MAN 1:

Hey, guys, do you want in on this?

MAN 2:
You owe me 10 bucks from last night.

MAN 3:
You always say that.

MAN 1:

We're here to play cards.

- So five-card draw?

MAN 3:
Sounds good.

(WHISPERING) - What are you doing?

- Just looking at a picture.

Cohen's home. Get out now. Get out.

Dessert, Mr. Cohen?

Oh, hot fudge sundae.

COHEN:

Let's taste that, yeah. Mm.

You're the best.

- I'm just gonna powder my nose.

COHEN:
Whatever.

Shh.

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