Hoodlum Page #9

half, I start thinking.

How'd the Dutchman get

so high up on the map?

Because of you.

How come the Queen still got a bank?

- Why the change of heart?

- I got no choice.

Dutchman's got me boxed in,

and frankly, I need your

connections so I don't take

the fall for those policy slips

he's holding over my head.

Besides, a colored man

don't stand much of a chance

buying Tom Dewey.

- Tom Dewey'd take a

payment from an aardvark.

- I could also use your muscle

to keep the Dutchman off my back.

- You know that the terms

of a partnership now,

at this juncture, would be quite severe.

- A wise man once told me, Mr. Luciano,

that if a man wants to

succeed in this business,

he has to make alliances.

- Nice.

- Should I drive around the

yard once again, Mr. Luciano?

- One more time, Cecil.

How do I get assurances

that you're going to play on the square?

- You have your accountant come

by my accountant's house

the same afternoon,

say around three o'clock.

I'll let him go over the books,

the runners, routes, slips, everything.

- You know, a funny thing about Dutch,

he's worth $3 million, easy.

You think a guy making that kind of dough

would take care and make

himself look proper,

nice clothes, good haircut.

Instead, he looks like a

vagrant half the times,

buys his suits off the

rack at Wanamakers'.

- If you don't know, you don't know.

- You know, Mr. Johnson?

- I believe I do.

- Then what happened?

- Mr. Luciano, he don't

think I be listening,

but I be hearing every

word they be saying,

on account I got petition, it's clicked.

- Go on.

- Bumpy Johnson, he

said he need a partner,

that would be you, for the numbers.

- And?

- Bumpy Johnson asked Mr. Luciano

to have Mr. Johnny, the fellow

that's good with figures,

to meet him this afternoon

so he can go over his books.

- Take the yard.

- Yes, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Schultz.

- And if you're right, there's

more where that come from.

- You won't say nothing

to Mr. Luciano, will you?

- My lips are sealed.

- Thank you, sir.

- And Cecil?

- Yes, sir?

- If you're lying, you know what

I'm going to do to you, right?

- Yes, sir, I know.

- So long as you know.

- Yes, sir.

Everybody know.

- Don't it just figure,

colored and a dago, partnered up.

Sicilians, they're

nearly n*ggers, anyways.

They're dark complected bastards.

- Taking on Lucky,

we're going to be in a whole lot of sh*t.

- What's up, Bub?

- Nothing.

- You going soft?

- I'm behind you, Dutch,

a hundred percent.

- Good work, Cecil, present from Bumpy.

- Here we go.

- Hold it.

I can wait.

- This figures, let's go.

- Hey, Johnny, how you doing?

- Hey, Dutch, how are you doing--

- You little prick.

Hey, Dennis, go back

down and watch the door.

Is this it?

- Please, please, yes.

- Where is he?

- I don't know, Dutch.

- What's 235?

- I don't know.

- You don't know?

- It means death.

- Please, Dutch, I'm only an accountant.

You let me live, I'll make sure--

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- What's our next move, Mr. Luciano?

- I got a surprise for

little Arthur Flegenheimer.

- Let's go.

Dewey's office, this way.

Quickly.

- I'm sure he's still

looking for Bumpy Johnson.

He wanted that 4,000 you promised.

You know,

just doesn't make sense to me.

I don't ever see that jiggaboo

making a deal with a white guy.

I mean, even if he's a Sicilian.

- Yeah, well, that's because

you're a f***ing idiot.

He never had no intention.

He set me up for a war with Luciano.

And that's pretty smart for a n*gger.

- Yeah.

- Well, if Luciano wants a f***ing war,

I'll splatter this f***ing

city with his blood.

I'm going to take a piss.

- Okay, Dutch.

- What do you want, I'm f***ing busy here.

You've gotta be f***ing kidding me.

They send you.

- It's done.

Where's the money?

- Hello?

- I want to tell you this myself.

Bumpy Johnson just made

me a very wealthy man.

He took care of the Dutch Schultz problem,

and he used you to do it.

Not that you would have occasion to,

but if I were you, Lucky,

I'd never go to Harlem.

- The Dutchman is dead.

- Did Thomas Dewey get his money?

- Yes.

- Cecil get his cut?

- Yes.

Looks like the Queen has the bank back.

- That's the way it's supposed to be.

- What you gonna do, Bumpy?

- I got some unfinished

business to take care of.

What about you?

- I'm going to get some sleep.

- Thanks.

How sweet

The sound

That saved

A wretch

Like me

I once

Was lost

But now

I'm found

Was blind

But now

I see

Grace

Grace that brought

Saved us from

Saved us all

Grace

Will keep

Me whole

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