Ruby

Looking back at it now...

what can you say?

It feels like it was a dream.

Yeah, that's it, a dream.

Maybe none of it never happened.

Because when I look back on it today...

this is the best sense I can make of it.

But I believe

that the times require imagination...

and courage and perseverance.

My call is to the young in heart...

regardless of age...

to the stout in spirit, regardless of party...

to all who respond to the Scriptural call.;

"Be strong and of good courage;

be not afraid."

For courage, not complacency,

is our need today.

Leadership, not salesmanship.

And the only valid test...

is the ability to lead, and lead vigorously.

And we can have faith in the future...

only if we can have faith in ourselves.

You're in a motel room, right?

You're in a motel...

and you're a long way from home.

I want you to imagine...

the phone rings.

Ring.

Listen to me, ladies and gentlemen.

A long way from home.

I know that feeling, all right. Believe me.

In a motel right here, in Dallas, Texas.

I say that because me, myself,

I'm from Chicago.

Anyone in the audience tonight

from the Windy City?

Yeah!

Old times, ladies and gentlemen...

Diego, give me a shot.

I've had my share of troubles

in this life, believe me.

He's starting on Chicago.

I'm not going to disappoint you.

Your host, Jack Ruby, ladies and gentlemen.

Now, you're in this motel...

and you want some company,

and the phone rings...

and there's this girl on the line, and it's...

Telephone Trixie!

You still got this stuff coming through?

You know your old Uncle Jack.

The reason I'm asking, Jack,

is according to what I've been told...

pure green doesn't come in anymore.

Not since that cocksucker, Castro,

closed down Cuba.

That's the reason I'm asking you.

Where do you get this stuff from?

- There's $500, Jack.

- Thanks.

Let's be clear about this before we all leave.

Usual story applies.

Jack turned over some phony narcotics

a hood in from Florida tried to sell him.

Never got the name of the hood,

passed the evidence over to us.

We record "received"

for one bag of white talcum powder.

We reimburse Jack

his expenses through me.

Is that okay?

Okay.

Thanks, fellas. Good luck.

- And where were you born?

- New York City, Senator.

September 22, 1903.

Not in Italy?

No. My mother and father

come from Italy. Naples.

They were napoletano.

Are you a member of any organization

that is dedicated to...

Thank you, Diego.

...or whose principal business it is

to pursue crime?

Yes, I am, Senator.

What is the name that you give

to this crime organization?

Just Cosa Nostra...

which translated means, "Our Thing,"

something like that.

What would happen to you...

if some of your Cosa Nostra confederates...

found you talking publicly

about their organization?

What would happen?

Like with Action Jackson

up in Chicago just recently, Senator...

they'd hang me up on a meat hook.

Kill you?

Not straight off.

Scumbag.

Hey, Jack. Good show tonight?

Yes, it was a great show tonight.

Give me a cup of hot tea, will you?

Thanks.

- Excuse me.

- Sure.

If you don't mind me saying this...

a bus depot can be a wrong place

for a young girl on her own at night.

The problem is that there are people

that hang around these kind of places.

Where you from?

You come in the Lubbock bus?

I ain't from nowhere.

I've been there.

What's it called?

Rising Star, Texas.

I'm from Chicago, myself.

Where you headed?

Out of Rising Star, Texas.

He hit you a left or a right?

He's a southpaw.

First bus don't leave till 7:00.

It ain't much.

To be honest, it ain't anything.

But it's safer than

hanging around a bus station.

I ain't got no ready money.

I don't want no ready money.

I got nothing else, neither.

My bartender used to sleep here nights.

Runs off.

I don't know where the hell he goes.

Nobody's gonna bother you here anyhow.

You own a club?

That ain't much, neither.

But it's mine.

See here?

That's where you lock it.

Nick, I need a headliner tonight.

No, she's not come. I don't want her back.

I need a new headliner.

Right. It's the Embassy Club.

It's the Wolf Brothers.

It's the amateur nights.

It's the unions. What the hell...

Where am I going to get another act?

I need a headliner, Nick.

No, I can't come down to New Orleans...

and hustle around all the joints.

She went to the Embassy Club.

No. What can I do?

Nick, what can I do about it?

I can't even get new hostesses.

All right, I understand. Maybe another time.

Thank you.

I was wondering.

You think I'd be any good as a dancer?

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,

your host, Jack Ruby.

Welcome once again

to the Carousel Club here in Dallas, Texas.

Now tonight is truly a special night...

because tonight is precinct night.

And tonight is truly a special night...

when we in the entertainment industry...

salute our fellows

in the world of law enforcement.

Now, without law enforcement,

who'd show up here Tuesday nights?

You know what I'm saying.

So tonight, ladies and gentlemen,

we have something new for you...

something real special.

A new act up here at the Carousel,

because you know the pleasure we have...

in presenting the latest

professional dancers...

from the world of show business.

He's introducing you.

I'll be right there.

Straight from the Dixie Riverboat

in New Orleans, Louisiana.

A long engagement at the Sands Hotel

in Las Vegas, Nevada...

ladies and gentlemen...

Miss Candy Cane.

Hello, boys!

You know about this big hit in Chicago.

Action Jackson's a friend of yours.

You and him were close in the old days,

or so you told me.

They hung him on a hook

and tortured him with a prod.

- Bled to death.

- Yeah? That's terrible.

You know who done that?

Give me a break.

That's Chicago, this is Dallas.

Listen to me.

You know Dave and Alby Wolf

at the Embassy Club?

- Leave it with Dave and Alby Wolf, will you?

- They steal my girls.

You check his liquor license?

And his amateur nights?

Amateur nights

for which they don't have to pay nothing?

You're supposed to be getting stuff

for the Bureau...

not come crying to me

about Dave and Alby Wolf.

You feds get right on my tits.

Last month, I told you Dave Wolf

is agitating in the union.

We checked Wolf.

Just because he's paying a stripper $20

don't make him a communist.

What the hell else does it make him?

This is not about communists.

- What the f*** is it about?

- Organized crime.

- I'm talking to you, Jack.

- Yeah, organized crime.

Don't start telling me that it don't exist.

It's all over the TV,

what with these Senate hearings.

Director's going crazy in Washington.

What makes you come to me?

Jack Ruby, hardworking club owner.

Your club's in deep sh*t,

so don't give me none of that.

If your club wasn't up sh*t creek,

you wouldn't be an informant for the FBI.

You think the monkey nuts you give me

keeps my club afloat?

Besides, haven't you heard?

I got the hottest new act in Texas.

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