Hoodlum Page #4

- Paul must have been having a bad day,

his wife just went off

with a dago from yonders.

- I was going to propose

that myself, Frank,

and Vido will lend you a little help.

- In return for a little

piece, huh, Lucky?

Come to you guys a year ago,

saying we should go uptown,

you said n*gger pennies was

a waste of f***ing time.

So, to you and your proposal,

I say only one thing:

take a flying f***.

- Always missing the point.

Okay, Dutch, you're on

your own, do as you wish.

If you need help from us down the line,

from us dagos, your price just went up.

On that note,

this meeting's ajourned.

Boys, Vido, can I see you in my library?

Nick, show Mr. Schultz to the door.

- Put your hat back on.

You look ridiculous.

- You in big trouble.

There's no other way to say it.

She'll be right down.

- You take your hat off

in the house or what?

- Now you're giving me lessons on manners.

Goddamn, look at the

titties on that statue.

Boy, if I--

- I hope you're proud of yourself.

You have dishonored my

name with your betrayal.

Who are you?

Dutch Schultz burned down three

of my policy house this afternoon.

- So we burn down three

of his, an eye for an eye.

- So you're the Queen now, eh?

Tell me, who's running this operation?

- You.

- Then why you disregard my orders

and steal from Schultz, huh?

You think I don't know why

you're sticking close to me?

You think I don't see your ambition?

- It was time to take a stand.

- I'll take care of Schultz myself!

I am the Queen.

- But you are afraid of him.

Never thought I'd see the day

that you are afraid of any man.

- Of course I'm afraid,

but fear be a good thing sometime.

It checks the angry spirit.

- I can beat him, Queen.

I can beat the Dutchman at his own game.

- Use your head, Bumpy.

Where you think they're

gonna fight this war?

On Park Avenue?

No, my love, here.

Right here

on the streets of Harlem.

- I'm prepared to deal with

the consequences of that.

- And what about the rest of us?

You open the faster blood,

you'll never shut it off.

- Three f***ing grand?

- You know, this guy's a real tornado.

- Hey, Bub,

you're going to kill my

English ivy tree there.

- Sorry.

- Dutch, the Sulkies are

the best pickaxe boys

in the business.

They'll turn this guy into a sieve.

- All right, I get three grand's worth.

I remember the days you

could get a guy hit for,

what, three bucks?

- We live in inflationary times.

- Ain't that the f***ing truth?

Don't come back without him.

- You're under arrest.

- Hey, Foley, you mick, get over here.

- Hey, had you, didn't I, lad?

- How you doing, Cap?

- Well, ain't it the short arm of the law?

You beat up any n*ggers lately?

- No, I'm sorry to say I haven't.

Have you?

How's tricks, Arthur?

- We live in inflationary f***ing times.

How'd it go with Judge Capshaw?

- He told me Stephanie St. Clair

offered him 20,000 to shut you down.

- No sh*t?

Well, I'm flattered.

- You've got to give

that black b*tch credit,

she's a wily old horse.

- So how much to top her ice?

- Capshaw wants 40.

- He's a greedy bastard.

- Judges don't come cheap, Arthur.

- That's true.

They're the crookedest crooks around.

- With a bit of proper evidence,

he can guarantee a conviction.

- Get the policy paper?

- I'm on it.

- How about them Sulkie brothers, huh?

How do you like one of

them f***ing your sister?

- Well, it's better than

some I could think of.

Don't knock on my door

And I done told you two, three times

I don't want you no more

I running here baby

Because I got kind of sick

Ain't nothing ailing my stomach

There's something wrong with my dick

Said dam was a cap in Georgia

You can't stay there alone

All the friends I had

Done shook hands and gone

- Mr. Johnson, Mr. Johnson,

I work at the pool hall.

I don't work for you.

I promise I'll be the fastest

runner you've ever seen.

- Queen ain't hiring no

runners right now, son,

neither am I.

Besides, ain't it past your bedtime?

- Oh, man, I'm'a close this party down.

I told you two, three times

I don't want no john

- Bumpy Johnson.

My name is Filmore, I'm Dandy's mother.

- Ma'am.

- I wish more of our colored men

would stand up and fight for their home,

the way you're doing against the Dutchman.

I heard you killed three of his men,

like the Lord swooped in

on Sodom and Gomorrah,

you swung your mighty scythe

and then heathen heads

rolled on the pavement.

- Okay.

- Boy, you a killing machine.

You know, Mr. Johnson, you something else,

I'm telling you, you

just a killing machine.

- Thanks, everybody.

Francine, Francine?

Yeah, Francine?

- Bumpy Johnson, Mr. Johnson,

you know what, I've been

singing for you a long time.

I've been trying to get a job down

at the Cotton Club for six months.

- Now look here, come down to band bill,

see my man, Calvin.

He's a clean-head man, he's down there,

he does all the hiring.

- Calvin?

- Excuse me, please, Calvin, yes.

- He's gonna take care of me?

- What's wrong?

What was I supposed to do, Francine?

Let him kill the Queen?

- You shot three people.

Don't you have any remorse?

- Remorse comes when you feel

you've done something wrong.

- You don't think killing is wrong?

- Innocent people, yes.

There have been 35

lynchings this year alone.

Depression got people

starving all over the country.

Scottsboro boys in jail for

a crime they didn't commit,

all of that is wrong.

- Yeah, I understand all that.

- But?

- But I don't understand you.

You're a perfect gentleman, you're a poet,

you're nice to people,

you think about things,

and then,

within a blink of an eye,

you can kill or be killed.

- Is there nothing in this world

that you love enough

that you would kill for it or die for it?

- I don't know.

- I'd give my left nut

for a piece of cheesecake.

Who makes the best cheesecake

in New York, Petunia's?

- Lindy's.

- Best sauerbraten?

- Luccio's.

- Triangle Huff Brow.

- Best knish?

- Greenspan's.

- Crowst.

- Best steak?

- Luger's.

- Galaca's.

- Come on, let's do some damage.

- I'm tired of going to

church without my man.

- Told you, Francine,

the good Lord and I have an arrangement.

I don't go into His house,

He doesn't come into mine.

- Okay, you heathen.

That's the last time I

try to save your soul.

- Ah, don't be that way, baby.

Besides, you know you're my religion.

Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

- Best martini?

- Store Club.

- Dave's Plural.

Much bigger.

- Best Italian?

- Patsy's.

- Loredo's.

- Best corned beef?

- Ratna's.

- Kats's.

- Best frankfurter?

- Nathan's.

- Hey, hey, hey!

What the f*** you doing up here?

Holy night

Did you hear what I said?

Holy night

What the f*** you--

Silent night

- Give me the gun.

It's all right, it's all

right, give me the gun.

It's all right, it's all right.

It's all right, it's just you and me,

it's gonna be you and me.

It's all right.

- Lord have mercy,

I didn't know Josephine

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