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I'll say one thing,

you sure can take it.

By the way Toots poured it on,

I'm surprised you ever woke up.

Boy, sure is hot.

Not too close.

So I won't get away with it, huh?

How many times I heard that

from dumb coppers.

I still say it.

You'd give your left eye

to nail me, wouldn't you?

You can see the headlines, can't you?

"Local Deputy Captures Johnny Rocco. "

Your picture would be

in all the papers.

You might even get to tell on

the newsreel how you pulled it off.

Well, listen, hick.

I was too much for any big- city

police force to handle.

They tried, but they couldn't.

Took the U. S. government

to pin a rap on me.

Yeah, and they won't make it stick!

You hick!

I'll be getting guys elected

mayor and governor...

...before you ever get a $10 raise!

How many of those guys in office

owe everything to me?

I made them.

I made them, just like a tailor

makes a suit of clothes.

I take a nobody, teach him what to say,

get his name in the papers.

I pay for his campaign expenses.

Dish out a lot of groceries and coal.

Get my boys to bring the voters out.

Then count the votes again...

...till they added up right,

and he was elected.

Then what happened?

Did he remember

when the going got tough?

When the heat was on?

No, he didn't want to.

All he wanted was

to save his own dirty neck.

That's enough of that.

Give me a towel, will you?

"Public Enemy," he calls me!

Me, who gave him his public

all wrapped up with a fancy bow on it!

Angel, lay my clothes out.

- What suit?

- The gray one.

- What color shirt?

- A white one, of course.

Some little wildcat.

I knew one like you a long time ago.

Scratched, kicked, bit.

Regular hellion.

She even stuck a knife in me once.

Irish kid.

Little and kind of skinny she was...

...but a real fireball.

Her name was Maggie Mooney.

But for professional reasons,

I had to change it to Gaye Dawn.

She was a knockout in those days.

Why, you...

Go ahead, boss, smack her.

Get it out of your system.

Look at him. The great Johnny Rocco.

With Nora's spittle

hanging from his face!

Shut up, old man!

Come over here.

I'd like to spit on you.

Give me!

Give me!

Nothing to stop me from

wiping you all out!

What good'll that do?

Her kind's a dime a dozen.

Smack her and let it go at that.

That'd be right for you,

not for him.

I didn't ask for your advice!

The Roccos don't, or they

wouldn't be Roccos.

No, smacking her isn't enough.

He'd have to kill her.

Then he'd have to kill

those who witnessed it.

Not just Mr. Temple and me,

but all the witnesses.

It's all or nothing.

He needs you and Curly and Angel.

So it'll be nothing.

Wise guy.

Unlock this door!

Unlock this door! I want out!

Let her out.

I take off my hat to you, soldier.

It's good you said what you said,

or he'd have started shooting.

Close shave for you folks.

Closer than the one he got from Angel.

Where is everybody? Downstairs?

Hello, everybody.

Hi, fella.

Where's Johnny?

He's in there getting dressed.

I need a drink.

What's everybody doing upstairs?

Honey?

Have you been crying?

Why? Has somebody been

mean to you?

Did you make her cry?

If you did, you ought to be ashamed!

- How about a little drink?

- No, thanks.

Oh, come on.

It'll chase the blues away.

- I'll have one.

- The boss said...

I don't care what the boss said.

I need a drink.

- Good evening, Mr. Temple.

- Miss.

You got a cigarette?

Did your horse win?

My horse?

No, I'm afraid he

ran out of the money.

I'm sorry.

I think I'll go to my room.

I feel faint.

What I need is a drink.

That's what I need.

Say, how about it?

How many times do I

have to tell...?

The boss say no more drink.

Oh, he did, did he?

Well, this is a free country.

If I want a drink, I can have one.

I can buy my own. There!

Sorry.

- The boss say...

- The boss! The boss! He can go to...

Hello, darling.

How come it's hotter at night

than in the day?

And when it's raining

than when it ain't?

Huh, wise guy?

I don't know.

You don't know.

I thought you knew

all the answers.

I thought you was a wise guy

from way back.

Darling, you've hurt yourself!

Your face! How in the world...?

- What's funny?

- Nothing.

Why'd you laugh?

I don't know.

Dumbbell.

What's worse, Curly?

A dumbbell or a wise guy?

A wise guy, I guess.

Got a million dollars?

- How much?

- Nothing.

But you're a wise guy.

You see, I was educated

only in impractical things.

With you, it's the opposite.

I'm afraid. I hate thunder.

Is this it? Is it?

- It's the beginning.

- I'm afraid!

Can cars get through

during a hurricane?

Maybe. Maybe not.

I think I'll have...

...a scotch and water, please.

- Please, darling!

- No!

What you were saying is true.

Only you don't believe it.

I see through you.

You think,

"I'm better than Rocco.

He's filth! "

Like the old man said. Right?

Right!

"He has a gun," you think,

"I haven't. "

You figure it's the gun.

Well, listen, soldier...

...thousands of guys got guns,

but there's only one Johnny Rocco!

How do you account for it?

He knows what he wants.

- Don't you, Rocco?

- Sure!

What's that?

Tell him, Rocco.

Well, I want...

He wants more. Don't you, Rocco?

That's it! More.

That's right, I want more!

Will you ever get enough?

Will you, Rocco?

Well, I never have.

No, I guess I won't.

Do you know what you want?

Yes, and I had hopes once,

but I gave them up.

Hopes for what?

A world in which there's

no place for Johnny Rocco.

Okay, soldier.

Here's your chance.

Give me!

Okay, soldier, you can make

your hopes come true.

But you gotta die for it.

See where I'm aiming?

At your belly.

Go ahead, shoot.

- Get away, sister.

- Get away.

Shoot!

All right, you got a gun now.

You gonna use it or not?

Kill him, major!

Yeah, kill him, major!

Show them how you're

not afraid to die.

Shoot!

Looks like you don't

want it enough.

He laughs when something's

funny for a change.

One Rocco more or less

isn't worth dying for.

Give me that gun.

No, I'm afraid you'd use it.

One old man more or less

isn't worth dying for.

What's the matter, sister?

You look like you

lost somebody near and dear.

A live war hero.

Now I know how you did it.

Curly, Gaye, anybody!

Want a hero?

Here's one for sale, cheap!

All right, Rocco.

All right!

Let's you and me play

that game now!

You can stop me

from going out that door.

But you gotta die first.

If he shoots me,

you still get it.

Get out of my way.

Get away from that door!

The gun wasn't loaded.

He didn't have a chance.

Murderer.

Had to do it, old man.

Or he would've been

out that door and gone.

He's gone now.

That's right, sister.

The gun wasn't loaded.

But our hero didn't know it.

You knew the gun was empty,

didn't you, son?

You could tell by the weight.

No, sir. I didn't know.

He just didn't have

the nerve.

Let's face it.

You were smart, fella.

What happened to him

would've happened to you.

It's better to be a live coward

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