Ruby Page #4

Pimps, dealers?

Racetrack artists?

Who am I dealing with exactly?

Lmagine this:

I know...

everything about you.

The real reasons you left Chicago.

The little jobs you did for Agent Proby.

Those little fees

didn't wind up on your tax return...

did they?

You ain't with the IRS.

No, I ain't with the IRS.

Got a lot of good friends over there, though.

But you can get...

the IRS down on my back?

I can get just about anybody

down your back.

Or off your back.

You had some kind of a deal

with Louie Vitali?

What kind of deal?

You're the one who's in real big

with Mr. Santos Alicante now...

so you tell me.

It's getting real complicated.

I ain't sure I can even explain it to myself.

Santos should be a dead man.

But he's back in play, thanks to you, Ruby.

It was nothing.

Now all the angles have to be triangulated

all over again.

Is the girl a player in this?

The girl?

A player.

Is the girl in the picture?

The big picture?

That's the one.

She might be...

and she might not be.

Let's stop f***ing with each other, Jack.

What's the next move gonna be?

Next move is we go out to Vegas

and we play some blackjack.

- Why don't you come, too?

- I was planning to.

Great!

We'll have a party.

What do we call you anyhow?

My name is Maxwell.

It's a fake name like yours, Mr. Rubenstein.

Okay, fine.

One thing puzzling me.

Only one?

Why don't I break your f***ing jaw?

Wouldn't make sense to annoy me.

Wait a second, Mr. Lone Ranger.

You had some kind of a deal

with Louie Vitali.

You give him the weird camera thing?

Only one outfit comes up

with something like that.

You're CIA. Right, Mr. Maxwell?

Be in touch, Ruby.

Good evening. Welcome to the Sun Hotel.

- Slow down, Jack. I wanna see all of this.

- We're late.

I always wanted to see this.

Ever since I was in kindergarten.

Come on, we gotta hurry.

What's the matter with you?

You're like a cat on tiles.

- We're here to enjoy ourselves.

- Hold on, we're gonna see everything.

Look at this.

Santos Alicante from New Orleans,

Tony Ana from Los Angeles.

Mickey the Shoe from Cleveland,

Sam Giancana from Chicago.

It's like Appalachia all over again.

- What's Appalachia?

- It's the biggest meet ever.

Upstate New York, all the bosses.

The boys must be under some kind of heat.

I don't know what it means yet.

Tony Montana is singing tonight.

They fixed that. They did that special.

They can do anything. Like that.

You got a suite?

Jack Ruby from Dallas.

Thank you very much.

Send the bags up.

Squeeze must be tight on Alicante

for him to get all these big boys together.

But he's out of jail.

He can't operate in Cuba no more.

That cocksucker Castro has seen to that.

And if the Justice Department

is on his back here...

he's being squeezed both ways.

That's why the big meet.

They gotta figure something out.

So it all makes sense, that they're meeting.

Santos is smart.

When he saw Castro coming,

he give him guns, rockets.

You don't trust politicians

no more after that.

So he's gotta be figuring something

about the Justice Department thing.

Like how to get Bobby Kennedy

off his back.

Kennedy?

Hi, honey.

- Hello, Jack.

- Hello, Ferrie.

Let me take baby doll to the party

on my arm. Someone I want her to meet.

Just put them there.

Floor show tonight is real special.

- Tony Montana, that's big time.

- I want you to do me a favor.

What favor?

This is swell!

What you were just saying...

Candy Cane!

- That's for me?

- You bet.

Listen to me.

The boys want you

to join them at their table.

- They do?

- Sure.

What's going on here anyhow?

- Looks like all the big boys are in here.

- You could say that.

- Something big going on?

- Could be.

And it could concern you.

It could concern Jack Ruby?

Could be.

So I'll just take Cinderella to the ball...

and you can sit and drink with the boys.

Freshen up, guys.

I don't know.

I swear to God, I just don't know.

Tony Montana, that's something.

Plus, they may be fixing to introduce me

to the guy who books the shows here.

I don't like this.

That Ferrie guy gives me the creeps.

What are all these guys doing here, and me?

You represent Dallas, Jack.

See?

I represent Dallas?

Sure you do, didn't you know that?

I represent Dallas?

You represent Dallas.

I represent Dallas.

So why did nobody tell me?

You just need a little confidence, Jack.

Even when it's been busted to pieces

for so long...

you've forgotten how it fits together...

you still gotta remember you can do it.

Like in the old days.

Like when you were in the bus station

that night.

Looking for your confidence.

And you helped me find where I lost it.

Get the door, would you?

"Good luck, Santos."

See?

- They're for me, Jack.

- Good. Take it.

I'll get a vase.

I'm just gonna look around!

Hey, Montana!

- Who is it?

- The President.

We delivered the votes for Kennedy

in Chicago...

- now he bites the hand that feeds him?

- Absolutely.

He just passed me in the hallway.

I couldn't believe it.

Jack Ruby, Mr. Alicante.

Mr. Giancana.

Mickey the Shoe.

Tony Ana.

When election time comes around...

these guys better remember

who put them there.

We got the baby brother

at the Justice Department.

He better get off the case.

La petra della scarpa. Eh, Santos?

La petra della scarpa.

Yes, Mr. Ruby from Dallas?

One hundred percent.

- We're talking about politicians, right?

- We are, Mr. Ruby.

Santos here will recall the classy place

he had there in Havana at the Tropicana.

Before that Mr. Castro came in

and loused everything up.

But look again

at what could have happened instead...

if some promises about what was gonna

happen in Texas might have been kept.

What in Texas?

I'm going back a ways here,

to the good old days.

You know, when the boys wanted to leave

Chicago and broaden it out?

Texas is the reliable place.

Who ever heard

of a commie takeover in Texas?

Where is better in this country than Dallas?

- Dallas is full of patriots, yes?

- 100 percent patriots.

What the hell do you talk?

We was patriots.

My sentiments exactly.

I still got six boxes of rocket launchers

in the basement of my club to prove it.

You brought Santos out of Havana?

You used to run

a little fishing operation, right?

We schlepped some stuff in and out.

This is the old days I'm going back to now.

- We thought that Red cocksucker...

- Kept some good contacts there.

Could deliver stuff.

What stuff?

Box of cigars, say.

Let me get this straight.

You're talking about

me smuggling cigars into Cuba?

Special cigars.

Who are these cigars for?

He owns all the f***ing cigars in Cuba.

Action didn't know

how to get him to try a new blend.

This was how you was going to hit Castro?

You could think of a better way, no doubt.

Just as long as you do the job.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome.

I see many friends in the audience.

You all know who you are.

Mr. President, this one's for you.

Excuse me, would you? I gotta get some air.

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