Little Caesar Page #5

Well, you're rather

lit up tonight, aren't you?

Yeah. I thought I better put on

a mon key suit.

That's right.

You may as well learn now.

Yeah.

Well...

Some joint you got here.

It'll do.

I bet all this trick furniture

set you back plenty, huh?

Well, they don't exactly give it away

with cigar coupons.

Well, I'll tell the world.

Boy, it sure look...

Oh, look at that.

- Do you like it?

- Oh, I think it' s elegant.

That cost me $ 15,000.

Fifteen thou...

Boy, them gold frames

sure cost plenty of dough.

Well, will you have a cocktail

or a dash of brandy?

Oh, no, thanks.

I never touch the stuff.

No?

- Cigar, then?

- Oh, yeah. I'll have one of those.

Thanks.

Thanks very much.

- Sit down, Rico.

- Yeah. Thanks.

Now, listen, Rico.

I'm gonna talk to you, but you're not

gonna hear a word I say, see?

This is inside dope, and if it gets out,

it'll be just too bad for somebody.

You know me.

All right. Get this.

Pete Montana' s through.

Yeah?

Well.

- And I thought he was such a big guy.

- He' s through.

Suppose I were to tell you

that from now on...

...you were Pete Montana.

That you were to take over his territory

in addition to your own.

Would you shake on it?

Would I?

Would I?

All right. It's set.

I'm doing a lot for you, Rico,

but when I get you planted...

...I'll expect plenty of service.

Well, you'll sure get it.

Permit me, then, to drink

to the new boss of the North Side.

Than k you.

Otero, what did I tell you, huh?

I knew it was coming.

I knew he had his eyes on me all the time.

And let me tell you something, Otero.

It's not only Pete Montana that's through,

but the Big Boy himself.

He ain't what he used to be.

Pretty soon, he won't be

able to take it, and then...

...watch me.

Sure, boss.

Pretty soon, you'll be running

the whole town.

Otero, you said a mouthful.

There's a guy by the name of Massara

out there. He wants to see you, sir.

- I'll see him in a minute.

- Yes, sir.

What's Joe want here?

He hasn't been near any of us for months.

I sent for him.

I heard somebody in Detroit got to Flaherty

and told him to start working...

...on a dancer at the Bronze Peacock

if he wanted to find out who shot McClure.

Gee, boss, you're wise to everything

before it happens.

Yeah, I don't miss much.

I'll soon find out if Flaherty' s been working

on Joe after I have a little talk with him.

Gee, Rico, what a palace.

Oh, hello, Joe.

Yeah, it' II do.

But what do you expect?

Ain't I got 20 grand tied up in it?

- Hello, Otero. How are you, baby?

- First-rate.

Sit down, Joe.

Sure I'm good enough to sit

in such a swell chair?

Come on, now. Cut the comedy.

Sit down.

Screw, Otero.

- I want to talk with Joe private.

- Sure.

See you later, Joe.

- Cigar, Joe?

- No, thanks.

Well, will you have a cocktail

or a dash of brandy?

No.

Well, it surprise

you to hear from me?

Kind of.

I thought it would be kind of nice

to have a little talk together...

...li ke old times.

Certainly is nice to see you, Rico.

Especially like this.

- You're looking good.

- You're looking good too, Joe.

Living easy, kind of, huh?

- Not that easy. Dancing's no cinch.

- Yeah, but you ain't complaining.

- No. No, I ain't complaining.

- That' s good.

Yeah.

Dancing's all right for a sideline.

It gives you a swell front.

But it ain't my idea of a man's game.

What' s the difference, Rico?

As long as I ain't kicking,

why should you kick?

Who' s kicking?

Only why should a young guy

like you be wasting his time?

And I kind of took pride in you, Joe...

...brought you into the gang,

pushed you ahead.

But now you're getting to be a sissy.

We got to go into that again?

Can't you just forget about me?

I don't want to forget, Joe. You're my pal.

We started off together, didn't we?

We've got to keep going along together.

Who else do I got to give a hang about?

I need you, Joe.

I've got the biggest chance of my life.

The Big Boy just handed me

the whole North Side...

...but it' s too much for one man to handle

alone. I need somebody, a guy like you...

...somebody I can trust.

- Can't be me, Rico.

I've quit.

You didn't quit.

Nobody ever quit me.

You're still in my gang, you got that?

I don't care how many fancy skirts you've

got hanging on to you.

That jane' s made a softy out of you.

- You lay off Olga.

- I ain't laying off. I'm after her!

One of us has to lose, and it won't be me.

There's ways of stopping that dame.

- You're crazy. Leave her out of this!

- She's through, out of the way.

- You're lying. You wouldn't dare!

- I wouldn't?

- I'll show you!

- Rico, listen.

We're in love with one another.

Don't that mean nothing?

Nothing. Less than nothing.

Love. Soft stuff!

When she's got you,

you ain't no good for anything.

We ain't out of this yet...

...and we don't want no softies

spilling things!

I won't spill anything,

if you're scared of that.

- You think I want my neck stretched?

- Well, you know too much.

I ain't gonna take any chances.

You're hanging around with me, see?

No, I'm not.

All right.

You go back to that dame...

...and it' s suicide.

Suicide for both of you.

Just stick here.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Big Boy.

No. No, I don't want that guy.

I don't trust him.

Yeah. I got a kid by the name

of Joe Massara who' II help me.

Yeah. All right, good bye, Big Boy.

Oh, Joe...

- Joe.

- Olga.

- We've gotta go. Hurry!

- Joe, what' s the matter?

Didn't you hear what I said?

Hurry! Hurry!

- Yes, Joe. Oh, you're ill.

- I'm all right.

- Rico.

- What did he do to you?

Oh, didn't I know it?

He, Rico... He said you and me got to quit.

He'd kill you unless I stuck with him.

I ran away.

We' ve got to get out of here.

Anywhere. As long as we get away!

No.

- No? You're not coming?

- No.

That' s not the way.

But, Olga, you don't know that guy!

- Olga, you've got to! Please!

- No.

Sit down, Joe.

- We' ve got to think.

- I don't want to think or sit down.

- You're coming.

- Don't you see? It would be no use!

Where? Where would we go?

Where would we run to?

There's no place he wouldn't find us.

There' s only one thing for us to do.

Flaherty.

You're crazy.

You think that would save us?

Flaherty? That' s worse than suicide.

- I won't do it. I can't.

- Well, I can do it.

That gang must go. Rico must go.

I want my happiness, Joe. I want you.

We' II never have peace till Rico' s gone.

I'm going to do it.

Olga, don't! Please! Stay here!

Olga, open this door!

Olga, open this door! Hurry!

Park, 1000.

Olga. Don't call Flaherty.

Please, open this door, quickly!

Rico will kill us both!

Headquarters, I want Sergeant Flaherty.

Sergeant Flaherty, this is Olga Stassoff.

I've got Joe Massara with me.

In my apartment.

17 Edsel Drive.

Y es. Y es, he wants to talk to you.

Hurry, hurry!

Come on, boys,

we're going to a party.

Who's giving the party?

- Joe Massara.

- Formal or informal?

I don't know, but we'll find out

when we get there.

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