Hoodlum Page #3

You know something?

You know he does have big f***ing balls.

- You gonna shoot me this time, Bub?

If so, you might want to

lower that a little bit,

hit me in the heart, so

you don't make a mess.

So, Dutch,

you want to do this peaceful,

or you want to make a go?

- Boys, boys,

lower the f***ing metal.

- Put them down.

Tee-Ninchy, now ain't the

time, put the shotgun down.

- Man crazy.

Man real crazy, think he can drop

dead man's balls upon me Queen?

- You forget one thing, Tee.

Me no got no balls to lose.

- We ain't going to crease,

like Brunder or Miro.

- Some you win,

some you f***ing lose.

We got a problem.

- She's going to fold.

- I ain't talking about her.

- He's not going to go away.

You don't have to have a hanker

To be a broker or a banker

No siree, just simply be

My mother's son-in-law

Needn't even think of tryin'

To be a mighty social lion

Sipping tea, if you'll be

My mother's son-in-law

- Damn, look at all these fine women.

They must be having recess in heaven.

- Ain't nobody here.

- Uh oh, don't look now,

but here's your chance to have

your long-ass conversation.

- Oh, look who came with Illinois,

Francine's new friend, Bumpy.

- He's not my friend.

- All the women in the

neighborhood have eyes for him.

Oh, honey, he's a killer dealer.

- He is not my type.

- Oh, you can't judge him hook,

you just want to look.

- Miss Mary,

what say you do me the honor

of joining me out here on the dance floor?

- Today's your lucky day, boy.

Sulie want to dance, too.

- Oh, hell no, I don't want to dance.

My feet hurt.

- Yes, you do.

- Oh, yeah.

Who wouldn't want to

dance with old Illinois?

- Mind if I sit?

- I heard about you, Mr.

Ellsworth Bumpy Johnson.

Fresh out of Sing Sing

and back on the streets.

- Yeah.

I got a reputation,

but I like you, and I

think you like me, so,

let's dance.

In my solitude

You haunt

Me

With dreadful ease

Of days gone by

- Oh, my God, oh, thanks.

Thanks for walking me home.

- My pleasure.

- I have one question.

Why you gotta involve yourself in numbers?

- Well, what would you have me do?

Shine shoes, carry bags

down at Grand Central?

I'm a colored man and white folks

ain't left me nothing out

here but the underworld.

- Well, I disagree, there

are colored doctors,

colored lawyers, colored accountants--

- True.

- Writers.

Musicians, you could do any one of those.

- I do write a little poetry.

- You write a little poetry?

- I ask myself where she got those eyes,

so full of life, so free of lies.

How does one get eyes like that?

I tell myself that she robbed a cat.

You liked it?

- Yeah, I like it.

- Well, when can I see you again?

- Well, keep writing those poems,

Ellsworth, and we'll see.

Goodnight.

- Have a good evening.

- You n*ggers ever heard of

the depression, motherf***er?

- I've got 15, 15!

- I got 10, I got 10!

- Blow on my dice for me.

- You move yourself, boy.

- I'm trying to make

some money, Tee-Ninchy,

and I need that cool western-end

breeze, now, come on.

- Come on, now, blow on

it, cool, cool, my man.

Look at that smile.

- He put them lips on them, didn't he?

- We should break the bank now!

Here we go, here we go, here we go.

- Come on, now, what we winning?

- Nine!

- Oh, hey, hey, man--

- What you doing,

pitching dice on my stoop?

Go away from here.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Mon dieu.

Bumpy, come help an old lady down stairs.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Madame Queen, Madame Queen.

Look at you, you're looking just as fine

as one of them, um, African violets.

- Move from me.

I don't need to have my bottom kissed.

- Where's the trail car?

- Hey, hey, Bumpy.

Boy, I sure wish I was going to the opera.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Tee-Ninchi,

hey, why you going to the opera

and you can't even

understand English, huh?

Boy, you gotta give me five, give me 10,

give me 20, I would give you

30, but your hand's too dirty.

Look at this, look at this.

- What is this now?

- I don't know why you make

me come to these things.

- To culture you, bumpkin.

You know, I have not missed an opera

on my birthday in 16 years?

- I know.

You need to give Tee-Ninchy some culture.

- How about me rattle your head?

- Oh, you're going

to love Verdi's Macbeth.

- It's in Italian, I

don't understand Italian.

- It is with life, war,

and most of all, passion.

Mon dieu, we're going

to miss the overture.

- Get down!

- Bumpy, mercy!

- Tee-Ninchy, Tee-Ninchy!

- I can contain it because

only the negro papers have it,

but if Wenchel gets ahold of

this, he'll have a field day.

- Wenchel just wants to sell newspapers.

- Well, he will sell them

at everyone's expense.

Look, Charles, even by your standards,

this is a psychopath.

How much longer am I going to be worried

about Arthur Flegenheimer?

- You got to learn to relax, Thomas.

I'll take care of the Dutchman.

Meantime, why don't you come up here

and join us by the pool?

Could loosen up that stiff neck of yours.

Thank you, Alice.

So what's the skinny, Johnny?

- You were right, Mr. Luciano.

My figures show the numbers

at 100,000 a day before payouts.

Harlem is a

gold mine.

- What's the matter?

You want to go swimming, there, Johnny?

- No, I never learned how.

- Where's Hector?

- Went out to get some rice and beans.

- When's he coming back?

- I don't know, boss,

but if you're here to

collect the policy money,

don't worry about a thing.

It's all under control.

- Everything copacetic, cousin?

- Oh, yeah.

- Who the hell are you?

- Me?

- Oh, ha, now you know.

- I'm the bag man.

Go, man.

- So, cousin, what are we gonna do

with all of Dutch's money?

- We're gonna put it

back where it belongs.

Hey, Miss Francine.

- Hey, Mr. Johnson.

- Why didn't you say we

was going to see Francine?

- Hey, everybody, we got

a gift from Madame Queen,

courtesy of Dutch Schultz.

- These are very nice, John.

First order of business.

Like any square citizen,

we all have tax problems.

I have a solution.

Johnny?

- Mr. Genovesi, Mr. Costello,

Mr. Lansky--

- Get on with it, John, we

ain't got all f***ing day here.

- I have taken the liberty of setting up

for our use a number of

accounts in Havana, Cuba.

They are impervious to the

scrutiny of the feds there.

At the request of my

employer, Lucky Luciano,

I hearby offer these services

to each and every one of you.

- That's really nice.

- Second order of business.

I'll wait.

- Excuse me.

- The only thing that

threatens our profits

is the unwanted attention

of law enforcement,

so I'm here to talk

about Dutch's activities.

- What about them?

- I got a call from Tom Dewey.

He'd appreciate you spring downtown.

- I got it all under control.

- While he was up in Albany,

old Weinberger said just the opposite.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah.

- What did Paul say?

- He said one of the colored bankers

don't want to join your combination.

He indicated to us that

you might need a little help

straightening things out.

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