Scarface Page #5

Sit down. You're

gonna stay for a while.

Well?

Can't get a thing on him.

We're right up a blind alley

wherever we go.

And Gaffney's turned yellow.

He's hiding out. What about Lovo?

Lovo is practically out.

He's as scared as Gaffney.

It's Camonte, all right, but we

can't prove it yet. No, but we will.

Hey, Chief.

What do you want?

This fellow Camonte.

What about him?

Public's interested in him.

He's a colorful character.

Colorful? What color

is a crawling louse?

Listen, that's the attitude

of too many morons in this country.

They think these big hoodlums

are some sort of demigods.

What do they do

about a guy like Camonte?

They sentimentalize, romance,

make jokes about him.

They had some excuse for glorifying

our old western bad men.

They met in the middle of the street at

high noon and waited for each other to draw.

But these things sneak up, shoot a

guy in the back and then run away.

I guess you're right.

Colorful!

Did you read what happened? A carful of'em

chased another down the street, broad daylight.

Three kiddies playing hopscotch

get lead poured in their little bellies.

When I think what goes on in the minds

of these lice, I want to vomit.

Ben?

Yeah?

See if you can find Gaffney.

He'll probably get it next.

They got all the others.

Right.

Our organizations are opposed

to your policy, Mr. Garston.

Your paper could be an influence

against the gangster,

yet you keep right on playing up

his activities as front-page news.

Murders, gang war, killing!

That's all we read about!

You're glorifying the gangster

by giving him this publicity.

You're trying to tell me you can get

rid of the gangster by ignoring him?

By keeping him off the front

page? That's ridiculous!

You're playing

right into his hands!

Show him up! Run him out of the country!

That'll keep him off the front page.

In the meantime, you expect our children

to read of nothing but outrage and murder?

That's better than

they're being slaughtered.

The city is full of machine

guns, gang war in the streets.

Kids aren't even safe

to go to school.

You want that to go on?

Certainly not.

But what can private

citizens do?

Even our police force

can't stop it.

Don't blame the police.

They can't stop machine guns from being

run back and forth across the state lines.

They can't enforce laws

that don't exist.

Then it's up to the federal

government to do something about it.

You're the government!

All of you!

Instead of trying to hide the facts,

get laws passed that'll do some good!

For instance?

Pass a federal law...

that puts the gun in the same

class as drugs and white slavery!

Put teeth

in the deportation act!

These gangsters don't belong in this

country. Half of'em aren't citizens!

That's true. They bring nothing

but disgrace to my people.

All right.

I'll tell you what to do.

Make laws and see

that they're obeyed...

if we have to have

martial law to do it!

The governor of New Mexico declared

martial law to stop a bullfight,

the governor of Oklahoma

to regulate oil production!

Surely gang rule

and wholesale law defiance...

are more of a menace

to the nation...

than the regulation of oil

or a bullfight!

The army will help.

So will the American Legion.

They offered their services

over two years ago!

And nobody

ever called on 'em.

Let's get wise to ourselves.

We're fighting organized murder!

That Sadie Thompson,

she's pretty smart girl.

What's a girl wanna hustle

in a place like that for?

Yeah, it's

rainin' all the time.

Yeah, that rain.

That's pretty good.

That comes from a pipe,

just like a shower.

Them two fellas... Which

one do you think she takes?

The guy with the collar?

Nah. He ain't so hot.

Hey, listen. Them marines

ain't so hot too.

Come on. I go take a smoke.

That's a fine show. I gotta

see more shows like that.

You know, serious.

Ain't got no jokes.

I like a show with jokes.

That's-a dope.

What more do you want?

Listen, this girl Sadie, she's

got what you call a problem.

This fella with

the collar, he's gonna...

What's the matter?

They found Gaffney.

Spotted him down at Frank's

Bowling Alley. He got in a game.

Yeah? It's a setup.

Take about an hour...

I'm lookin' at a show now.

Listen, it's the last act.

There's two fellas after a girl

which is called Sadie, see?

And this girl Sadie, she's been

what you call... disillusioned.

We gotta do it now! He's

liable to slip us again.

He's the last one, boss.

Come on, Tony.

Ah, that's too bad.

All right, come on.

Wait a minute.

You stay here.

You stay and see the show. Ah, boss!

I gotta know which fella

this girl Sadie, she take.

You stay here and find out,

then come and tell me.

It's all right, boss.

The copper's gone.

All right.

Come on.

Hey, Little Boy, you go around

the back, up on the balcony.

Hey, Pietro, side door. He may

have friends. You never can tell.

Joe, I want you to stand in the alley.

If he gets that far, you do your stuff.

You keep the motor running.

Bring the presents.

You stay here.

Come on, fellas.

Ah, now we'll know what happened

to that girl, Sadie.

Angelo, did she take

the guy with the collar?

Nah. She climb back

in the hay with the army.

Yeah? That's fine.

She's a smart girl, that kid.

Come on.

What're you doin'?

Not bad, huh?

Just watch this one.

Hello, Tony.

How are you?

Ahhh, that's-a pretty hot!

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello, stranger.

Chair. Well, Johnny!

Well, you're lookin' swell.

I thought we were gonna

see something of you.

- Well, here I am.

- Where have you been? On a vacation?

I've been workin'. Up on

the North Side, huh, Johnny?

That's what the papers say.

Don't work too hard.

I just finish up tonight.

Now I play a while.

You get your own table,

Camonte.

Why is that?

This is a table for two.

Well, maybe you get

another table, huh, Johnny?

Hey, listen, you!

Who do you think you are?

What are you tryin' to do?

All right, go on.

Nothing seems to bother

you much, does it?

Well, I get used to noises.

Hello, Guino.

Hello, baby.

Why are you always

high-hatting me? Go on, beat it.

I suppose you need

an organ grinder to work with?

Tony's inside. He see you

in that outfit?

I looked pretty good

from two stories up.

Am I different now?

Wanna dance with me?

Listen, you're

Tony's sister, see?

Besides,

you're only a kid.

I'm 18.

You like that music?

Now do you wanna dance?

No.

Afraid! Afraid

ofTony's sister! Why, you...

Well, I notice

you stood there and watched.

Someday you'll find out

you've been missing something.

Hey, how about it,

you and me, huh?

I thought

you weren't dancing.

I changed my mind.

I need exercise.

We show 'em

somethin', huh?

I think you missed me, huh?

That's right.

We make up for lost time.

How do you wanna play,

Tony? Like this?

That's it.

You wait here.

I take her home myself.

You can't!

Shut up!

You'll be sorry for this.

Next time I catch you in a place

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