Live by Night Page #7

Yes, because the

casino would represent

only 2% of our total holdings.

And we can't appear to be a company

of Irish and Italian Catholics...

turning white Protestant

girls into drug addicts.

People I work for are gonna

be very upset about this.

We aren't men to be

muscled or coned.

We are an institution.

We can't be bribed or bullied...

because I simply

represent the vested

interest of a board of governors.

We are the landed white,

gentry in this country...

and we have no plans to curve

off a strip of this country...

which we have gone to great

pains to break and colonize...

and hand it over to Catholics,

Jews, darkies or Diegos.

It's just bigger, better racket.

That's all.

Keeping money in your hands and

out of the hands of people like us.

All those people...

the negro, on whose back you went to

great pains to break this country...

and the immigrants who came

over here with nothing...

and worked their fingers

to the f***ing...

I believed when you told

them they could get ahead.

And one day, I may not live to see

it. They're gonna figure it out.

But I tell you what,

I would hate to f***ing be you.

Standing between those

people and what they deserve.

Good luck to you.

Would have been a hell of a casino.

You'll get another chance.

Things swing back around.

Not all things.

They announced it on the radio,

just when we got back.

President elector Roosevelt promised

to sign the Cullen-Harrison Act...

immediately he was elected,

effectively ending prohibition.

- Hello, Miss Figgis.

- Mr Coughlin.

May I?

- Yeah.

- Just for a minute.

You're looking very well.

I see,

You're not wearing white.

It's almost white.

- Would you like Menu?

- Thank you very much.

Care to pour a cup of coffee,

please?

Thank you.

Why does my father hate you so much?

I'm a crook.

He is the chief of police.

That's how it goes, I guess.

No, he liked you.

He said you were the mayor of Ybor.

So He said?

What did you do?

To him?

We had photographs.

And you showed them to him.

I showed him two.

How many did you have?

All of them.

We are all going to hell.

I don't think you are going to hell.

You know what I learned...

...since I have been

trusting my soul out to God?

What?

This is heaven... Right Here.

We are in it now.

And how come it looks like hell?

Because we f***ed it all up.

After my trials...

I slept in the bed of my childhood.

I felt certain again.

I missed that.

I don't know if there is a God.

But I hope there is.

And I hope he is kind.

Wouldn't that be so well?

Yes it would be.

You seem not to disappear.

Do you have a secret?

No, no secrets.

I have my wife. That's enough.

But what if you lose her?

What are you going to do now?

You mean?

You stopped me,

stopped the casino.

Law couldn't do it.

The people couldn't do it.

The Klan couldn't do it. You did it.

- I didn't get rid off the alcohol.

- No, that was too big.

But you stopped gambling and before

you came along it was a lock.

- I did do that, didn't I?

- Yes you did.

What's your father gonna do?

Sitting in his chair, I guess.

Blind with rage that men

touched his daughter,

the way he used

to touch his wife.

And worse.

He goes around the house

whispering one word over and over.

What word?

Repent.

Repent, repent.

Give him some time.

Maybe he'll come out of it.

We heard from Boston. All three

trucks made it up there fine.

Same payoff as last week.

So, there's no problem.

Very good.

And Loretta Figgis cut

her own throat yesterday.

What?

Yeah, she did it in her home

in the chief's bed they say.

Thought I would give it to her.

I couldn't do that.

I guess some things are meant to be.

She could have done it

three months earlier

and done ourselves like a favor.

Well, too late.

(DEATH OF A MADONNA)

You blame yourself?

She went out West as

so many other girls do.

And she was preyed upon.

Not by you.

Well, or by men like me.

Men who get the booze.

They get the girls, get the drugs.

One hand washes the other.

We are not our brother's keeper.

In fact it is an insult to

our brother to believe we are.

Look at these people.

If this man dies of

in drunkenness...

is it our fault?

When did you take this picture?

A month ago.

Are you sure?

I took this picture myself.

A month and three days ago. Why?

Because that woman died in 1927.

There has never been

anyone like you in my life.

One day I'm going to

be good enough for you.

- You sure it's her?

- You tell me.

- You told Graciela?

- Of course I told her.

Jesus Christ.

What? You wouldn't tell your woman?

No, I don't tell him sh*t.

But you're more of a nance to me.

What did you say?

"Look sorry, Hon,

that girl was bent out of shape

over for years, she is not dead.

She's in Miami."

"Don't make a big

f***ing thing out of it."

When do you go home?

Going where?

What do you mean where?

You found out this girl who

used to be towards your mouth.

When you are going?

I'll go after this thing with Maso.

Good.

Give you something to live for.

What does that mean?

Him and his guys are talking over

half of the train to get down here.

That's a big f***ing Entourage.

Nah. Bullshit.

I ain't worrying about it.

No percentage in killing us.

We do $ 11.5 million a year from

rum alone in this f***ing cop town.

What's he gonna kill us for?

All we do is send him bags

of money up to his mansion

and he f*** in the huts.

- I don't like the Signs.

- What f***ing signs?

We lost the casino,

we never moved our narcotics...

And you are a Irish

in a world where

there ain't much of a

shortage in guinies.

You are walking into a building

where he bought up every room.

I can't hide a weapon.

Nothing.

You're going in blind

and we'll be outside.

Is that enough signs for you?

I need you to do something for me.

I need you to go stay in

Miami for just a little while.

How long is "a little while"?

I don't know. Not too long.

I'm not gonna have your address.

I wish you give it to Dion.

When the time comes,

he will tell me

where you are, and

I'll come get you.

So you can find out if you are

as cruel as you need to be?

I guess so.

Joseph.

Even if you win today's battle,

there is so much

violence in what you do.

I love you.

Gino, where are you living now?

Two kids. "Mugghiera, casa."

Whole thing.

- Got any?

- Not for me.

There is never a right time.

This way.

How are you, my son?

Fine.

Fausto, see if Dion needs anything.

- How've you been?

- Good. You?

- More good days than bad.

- Right.

This is the filly who f***ed

up the whole casino thing?

Yeah, That's her.

Why didn't you clip her then?

- Too much blow-back.

- That's not it.

You're not a killer, Joseph.

You are a bandit in a suit.

That's why you didn't kill that

"puttana pazza."

You know how much money this

place was doing when I got here?

- And what's doing it now?

- But that's all rum.

You neglected the girls

and the narcotics.

I went after the rum because

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