Hoodlum

- Come in.

Johnson, you're different from

the other coloreds in here.

You read books, play chess, write poetry,

but I don't believe you

have any regret whatsoever

for taking a man's life.

A man who recognizes his mistakes

is ready to seek God's forgiveness.

- Yeah, I read the Bible, warden.

- And?

- It's a good book.

- Let the men pass, son.

No man knoweth the moment, nor the hour.

Good day to you, sir.

- I'll be damned, Bumpy Johnson.

They let your ass out, huh?

- How's business, brother?

- People out of work, they're

gonna play the numbers.

- Batter up!

This one's for you, Babe Ruth!

- You're gonna pay for that, Bub!

- Where's the slip?

Where's the slip?

- Call off your dogs, Bub!

- What did I tell you

about running numbers

out of this place?

- I was just trying to make a living,

just like you, motherf***er!

- You mess with Dutch Schultz,

you're messing with me!

You don't write

a goddamn thing

in Harlem!

Do you understand that now?

- Yes.

- It's a new day!

Dutch Schultz

writes policy

in Harlem!

- Keep the motor running, Cecil.

- Yes, sir.

- Very nice.

Hello.

Take Bambi for a walk, I'll be right out.

Watch out for all the broken glass here.

Hey, Bobby, Mr. Luciano.

- Stand up for Mr. Luciano.

- Please, sit.

Sit down, please.

Things are progressing here rapidly.

You guys are doing okay.

- We make a mint.

- Well, well, Cecil.

How long's it been?

- Damn near since been

a year of days, brother.

- What the hell you doing chauffeuring?

- Paying the bills.

My old lady made me put down the gun.

- Regards to Helen.

- You got it.

- You won't have major trouble

with Madame Queen's people.

Here.

- Yeah, well, she's the last holdout.

She bends to the stick, Harlem's ours.

- Hello, Dutch.

- Well, well, Lucky,

you're slumming today.

- I thought I'd stop by, you know,

for your portion of the Dewey payment.

- Yeah, special f***ing prosecutor,

trying to put my ass in

jail for tax evasion,

I've still gotta make a f***ing payoff.

- You want to keep our

shirt collars clean,

you gotta have Dewey in our pocket.

- I ain't seen him touching

your f***ing business.

- That's because I show him respect.

You're so busy with your Harlem pennies,

you're forgetting the big picture, Dutch.

- Yeah, well,

n*gger pennies, white pennies,

they all add up to the same f***ing thing:

my f***ing dollars.

- Well, that's why I'm here.

Ante up.

- Get the cash.

When you give your friend Dewey

2,000 of my hard-earned dollars,

you tell him one thing:

if he don't back off,

I'll kill him myself.

- Here, Dutch.

- You got mustard on your suit.

- Yeah, well, I'm breaking

it in for a friend.

Answer me this:

why would that droopy-eyed, low life,

greaseball pimp come

all the way up to Harlem

when he could send a stooge?

- I don't know.

- It's rhetorical.

- Illinois, come on, baby,

take me some love of mine.

Come on, baby, put the number slips away.

- These number slips

is how I make my money.

Come on, you're confusing me, Pigfoot,

I'm three slips short,

you know how the Queen is,

she already don't like

me, would you just let

a man accomplish his

business, please, jelly roll?

- I'm your business now,

you need to accomplish this.

- Pigfoot,

what time do I have to turn in my slips?

- One o'clock.

- And what time do the

people check the late edition

of the papers so they

can get the day's numbers

off them stock exchange totals?

- And why are you talking to

me like I'm a goddamn idiot?

I know how to play the numbers,

you need to be playing this.

- Is that your husband?

- How do I know?

I don't know nothing

about that two-timing,

baby-face, gray cad.

Don't shoot him, don't shoot him!

- Don't shoot him?

If you don't get your ass in that closet--

- All right, just give me a minute, sh*t.

Okay.

- Bumpy Johnson.

What's buzzin', cousin?

Don't you put your hand out there for me.

Come over and hug, my nigga.

Oh, look at you, oh, my goodness.

- It's been a long time, huh?

- Oh, man, come here, man.

- Good to see you.

- Oh, Mary, Mary, come on out here.

You remember my cousin, Bumpy.

- Hey, Miss Mary.

- Oh, Bumpy Johnson.

Oh, boy, you're a sight for sore eyes.

- Good to see you.

I, uh, didn't interrupt anything, did I?

- Baby, you and me gonna have

to lay dead for a little while

because I got to tend

to my man's well-being.

- Dead?

Oh, you putting me out?

- No, not yet, no, no--

- It's going to be a long time

before you get your ham bone boiled again,

and you stay from up in

my face, you hear me?

- Good to see you, Pigfoot.

- You think you're sharp

just 'cause your damn head

is pointed, what you

doing, knocking on my door

like you the damn police or worse?

Don't be ignorant your whole life.

Oh, Bumpy Johnson.

- Illinois Gordon, how's business?

- Dutch Schultz is at it again.

You know, he been gatting

folks all over town?

Don't respect nothing, he's

messing with the Queen.

- The Queen?

Queen don't bow to no man.

- She ain't bowed yet, but,

well, we can talk about that another time.

- I see you still kiting around

with the large size ladies.

- Now, hold on there, my

cousin, like I always tell you,

it ain't nothing like the loving you get

from a big woman.

- Same old bear.

- He thinks I'm just going to roll over.

- Take it easy, Henry,

Dutch just want to talk.

- Seems like everybody in Harlem

played 5-0-5 straight and

the goddamn number hits.

I needed 18 grand to pay off the players,

that's why I came to you.

Now, my runners are telling me

that your boys are playing rough.

- Sit down, Henry, I'm

getting a f***ing neck ache.

- There's your money.

Plus two in interest on

the loan, like we agreed.

- Yeah, but I don't consider

that a f***ing loan, Henry.

That was an investment.

It's my belief that investment entitles me

to a piece of the f***ing bank.

We're partners, Henry.

English.

- No, no, no, no, I know you

since you were selling sh*t-piss

needle beer in the Bronx,

and you're still the same.

- Henry, Henry, Henry, Henry.

- Oh, no, you might have pulled this sh*t

on a motherfucking negro, a Willy Brunder,

and Big Joe Eisen, but

that's because those bankers,

they ain't got no balls.

I've got balls as big as you!

- Big balls,

no brains.

- Jesus!

I don't feel comfortable here.

- Relax.

- I don't think the mayor'd

be particularly happy

to know that his special prosecutor

is having a meeting in

Mr. Luciano's valeur.

- Why don't you ask him?

He's on the second floor right now.

This month's contributions.

- Fine.

We have a problem.

- That valise is not big enough?

- I'm talking about Arthur Flegenheimer.

- You know why Arthur chose

the name Dutch Schultz?

Because he wants respect.

Who's going to respect a man

by the name of Arthur Flegenheimer?

"All right, boys, stick 'em up.

"My name is Arthur Flegenheimer!"

It won't work, Mr. Dewey.

- He's threatening to kill me?

- It's nonsense.

He's all bent out of shape

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