Hoodlum Page #7

Jesus Christ.

Come on.

- That's it, sir.

You sign on the dotted line.

- We need to be going now.

- What's wrong with you, boy?

- Nothing, boss, just a little tired,

we got all these deliveries still to make.

- I still don't understand why

Eugene couldn't make the run.

- He tells us, Eugene went out last night

and got himself just as

drunk as a fiddler's b*tch.

That's when they called us, sir.

- Eugene's a f***ing

Mormon, he don't drink.

- That's the problem, he got

himself kicked out the church.

- Hey,

where you going?

- We don't want no trouble, sir.

Like I said, we just got

all these deliveries.

- You boys stay put, I'm

going to get the boss.

Don't move.

- Yes, sir.

- Hey!

- Hit the gas!

- Now I'll ask you one

more time, where is he?

- I don't know, I don't

know, I don't know!

- Hey, Dutch, you don't have to do that.

- Hey, Bub,

toughen up a little, will you?

- Hey, there,

what you doing back there?

Hey, I'm talking to you!

- Mary?

Oh!

Mary.

Mary.

- I've got bodies

all over the front page of the Daily News.

I've got that pansy Hoover calling me,

asking if I need his help.

You put my dick in a ringer, fella.

- Dutch didn't instigate this.

- Let me explain something to you:

if one crazy negro is

provoked into coming downtown,

they'll all come.

I can't afford to have all of Harlem

crossing the line because of you.

You get this numbers thing settled,

or I will launch an investigation

into every syndicate activity

in the city of New York.

Do you get that?

You pimp.

- I thought it was about

time we meet, Mr. Johnson.

- I was honored by your invitation.

- Thank you.

A friend of mine at Sing Sing

tells me you're quite a chess player.

- You partake in the game?

- No.

Only in its strategies.

Let's go for a walk.

You're in good hands, boys.

I love this place.

- I was under the impression

that you and the Dutchman were partners.

- Dutch Schultz, he doesn't recognize

that a partnership requires compromises.

I think you do.

This is about money, Mr. Johnson.

- You get a piece of my operation,

what are you prepared to offer

me in return, Mr. Luciano?

- For starters, political connections,

the kind of connections that will keep you

from suffering like Madame

Stephanie St. Clair.

A man wants to be

successful in this business,

he has to make alliances.

- You got judges?

- Even better, special prosecutor.

- Thomas Dewey?

- Yeah, he's as greedy

as the rest of them.

- I appreciate your offer

but my answer is no.

I'm strictly an independent operator.

- So be it.

But your move downtown affects me

as well as Mr. Schultz.

That was a clever gambit, Mr.

Johnson, your brewery job,

but now it means required

to discuss these problems.

- The Dutchman and I are

past the point of discussion.

- It's not a request,

I'll call you with a time.

- What can I do you for?

- This thing between you and Mr. Johnson

has gone way past bedtime.

- Lucky, why do you give a f***

what happened to my liquor warehouse,

ain't got nothing to do with

you and your whore business.

- If Tom Dewey clamps

down, it affects all of us.

- Well, the guy Dewey's

having with rings a bell.

- Exactly, your numbers

racket has him looking

to open a panel on all our

business in New York City.

- Get me out of f***ing bed for this?

What's the other news of the day?

Roosevelt running for re-election?

- Close.

I want to bring Mr. Johnson to our table.

- We do not bring that

n*gger into my presence.

- We're having a sit-down, Dutch,

and we're going to settle things.

- This is your f***ing strategy?

- My strategy is to keep things in order.

My responsibility is the bigger picture.

- Yeah, what if I say no?

Does Vido send his

mattress boys to my house

in the middle of the f***ing night?

I warn you, Luciano, don't f*** with me.

- You've been outvoted.

- Okay, have it your way.

Bring him to the f***ing table.

Sh*t, have him over for

f***ing dinner for all I care.

Hey, Cecil, pull the f*** over.

- Where you going?

Let me buy you an ice cream.

- I'm going to the library.

I'll take out that book you been reading,

How to F*** Friends and Irritate People.

- It look like the parole board

could let me out any day now.

- Then we'll have a celebration.

All of them down the next Saturday.

Well, you'll be happy

to know that the bank

is making more money now than ever before.

- Take possession of it back.

You will no longer work for the green.

- What are you talking about?

- You broke your promise, you lied.

- I wasn't able to keep that promise.

We had to fight for the bank,

the Dutchman wasn't going to let up.

- You are wrong.

You are not going to let up.

I can see that now.

- Look, I've been invited

to the syndicate table

by Mr. Luciano, don't

that count for nothing?

- What about life?

Doesn't life count for anything?

- You asked me

to take control of the

bank while you were gone.

I did that and kept it out

of the Dutchman's hands.

Now you want to come

back and run it with me,

I welcome you with open arms,

but we will do it together.

- So I guess you're the king, now, eh?

Long live the king.

- Lovey, why aren't you dressed?

I told Sam and them we

were going to meet them

over at the Sugar Cane

Club in half an hour, now.

We're having supper.

- Bumpy, I'm leaving you.

- You're leaving me?

- Yes.

- Hold on a few ticks.

You're going, take that with you.

And that, too.

- I don't care about your trophies.

- Oh, you don't want any?

- It was wrong for me to

take them in the first place.

- Oh, it was, was it?

You took them nevertheless, didn't you?

Take it all!

- I don't want any of this sh*t!

- You watch your language!

- You go to hell!

- You're playing with fire.

- You and your noble ideas,

and all your promises!

You lied to me!

- You lied to yourself, Francine,

when you left that stiff in the bathroom.

- You are just like Dutch Schultz.

You're a pig!

If it wasn't for you,

Mary would still be alive.

Yeah, I said it, you're a pig!

Oh, you gonna hit me now, huh?

Bumpy, come on.

Come on, hit me.

- Why?

Francine, you used to be--

- Well, you used to be a human being.

You used to be the man I loved.

- Please sit down.

- I, I've been sitting down too long.

I gotta go.

- Yeah, well,

don't forget your good book.

- You used to write me poetry, Ellsworth.

- Make sure nothing happens to her.

- I'm a police captain,

for the love of Mike.

How's it going to look if I'm seen

running around with a n*gger?

- That's all the n*ggers I'm

going to take from you, Foley.

- What'd you say to me?

- I said, that's all the n*ggers

I'm going to take from you, Foley.

- That's one more than I'll take.

I don't ride with n*ggers in my car.

- F***er--

- Enough of this sh*t!

Hewlett, sit down.

Jack?

- Yes?

- We go back 15 years,

but I'll cut your head off

and drop it in the river.

- What are you doing to me?

- You want to test me?

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