The Little Giant Page #2

listening to a lecture on technocracy.

- What's that?

- Well, the guy's pan was all over whiskers.

He kept mumbling in them

so I couldn't hear.

Oh, boy.

The pro says I'm getting

that left wrist swell. Ha-ha-ha.

- So the skids are under me, huh?

- Well, it's tough.

Oh, us dames always get it

sooner or later.

It's like death or the taxes.

I hate to do this, kid.

You been a great pal.

Never mind the song and dance.

Oh, I ain't sore, Bugs.

You say quit, so it's quit.

Here, let me help you.

Why, honey, this is far too much.

I couldn't take it.

Oh, go on, take it. It's yours.

You've been a great gal, honey.

Oh, well.

So long.

Come see us sometime.

All the luck in the world to you, Edith.

Thank you, dear.

Same to you.

- How'd she take it?

- Standing up.

Did you get rid of the trucks?

Yeah, the Ajax Trucking Company

was glad.

I sold all the ammunition

to the Army and Navy store.

Oh, here.

Here's the checks.

Swell.

Say, did you get rid of the choppers?

Well, there ain't much market

for machine guns...

...but I phoned a Mexican I know in El Paso,

and he's gonna take all we got.

We're a cinch to get rid

of our breweries and warehouses.

- We can sell them to the government.

- The government?

Sure, ain't they muscling in

into our business?

[CHUCKLING]

Well, that's swell.

Oh, um...

Oh, Bugs?

Yeah?

I was just kind of thinking.

Now that you've got rid of the boys, trucks,

ammunition, and the choppers and Edith...

...I was wondering, well,

what you were figuring to do with me.

Well, why don't you take a little trip

for yourself?

You mean, us split up?

Oh, don't give me that.

We've been together since we was kids

over on Blue Island Avenue.

- I know, but seeing as how...

- You're gonna put no skids under Al.

I started with you, I'm sticking with you,

even if I have to wade to my hips in art.

Look at all the good times

we had together.

Remember the time we busted into that loft

after them furs?

Yeah, and you went into a panic over that

big stuffed polar bear in the corner.

- I gave it to him.

- You sure opened up on him.

The cops on the West Side was swarming

that joint like they was bees around a hive.

And in reform school,

when we got ahold of that saltpeter.

Hey, boy, will I ever forget that?

We dumped it in the sugar bowl.

[LAUGHING]

Yeah, boy, we certainly did have fun

before we went in the big business.

We're gonna keep on having fun,

together.

Where Papa goes, Mama goes.

- Okay, you're in.

- Swell.

Yeah, but you gotta keep

improving yourself.

I'm serious

about this getting-up-in-the-world idea...

...and I don't want no anchor

to drag around.

- Understand?

- Uh-huh.

MAN:

Hey, Jim.

Frankie wants to see you.

All right.

Come on, Frankie, drag it in.

- Hello, what's on your mind?

- Look, Bugs, I'm up in Joe Milano's joint.

I'm in the bathroom,

but I hear them gabbing outside the door.

Joe and the boys are coming up here

and give you a good going-over.

Yeah? So they found out

who hijacked their trucks last week?

Yeah, Joe says they're gonna beat

the can off you.

That greaseball's gonna beat the can

off of us, huh?

- He is, huh? I'll get the boys...

- Just a minute.

I'll take care of this.

Thanks for the tip.

Here, scram and buy yourself a cigar.

I'm practically gone, sweetheart.

Much obliged for the sugar.

Let me phone the boys.

We'll put them in the other room.

- When Joe's mob walks in...

- Yeah, we'll start shooting.

Put ourselves on the spot with the coppers,

and what for?

That's all we need now.

I told you we were through,

and I meant it.

You gonna sit here and

let that garlic blossom give you the finger?

- Well, we'll blow out of town, quick.

- Well, where?

Well, let me see.

Say, how's for Europe?

My old man come from there.

He says it ain't bad.

- Nope, you gotta have a passport.

- Okay, we'll get ourselves one.

You can't get a passport unless you have

a receipt that you paid your tax.

Oh, yeah, I forgot.

Old Man Income Tax.

And they call this a free country.

BUGS:

There's our dish.

Golf, polo, the blue Pacific.

Well, that don't sound bad for a starter.

Great climate,

plenty of class and far away.

"Santa Barb..."

- Say, I wonder what that "Santa" means.

- That must be Spanish for saint.

Yeah?

[LAUGHING]

- What's eating you?

- I was just thinking.

A couple of hoodlums like us

moving in on a saint.

[CHUCKLING]

- What do you want?

- Western Union. Telegram.

Who is it for?

Milano. Joe Milano.

Hello, Bugs. We was just discussing you.

I'm leaving town, Joe.

I didn't wanna overlook saying goodbye

to you.

Oh, sure.

Especially since I heard

you was gonna call on me.

[JOE GRUNTS]

Seeing as how I'm leaving town...

...I didn't want you guys to get the idea

you was running me out.

Come on, Al.

That train won't wait forever.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

So long. Don't take any

lead nickels, now.

No, I won't.

You use this to play

them pansy games with.

If you get into any trouble out there,

you can bean some guy with them.

I'll be using them.

You can depend on that.

- Hey, Bugs?

BUGS:
Yeah?

- I got something nifty for you.

- What's it for, Red?

Kind of an outdoor chair.

This is to keep it from going too far

in the ground.

This is to keep it under control

at the other end.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Well, that's just the thing I'll need, Red.

Hey, Bugs, here's all the words.

Now you'll know what them dudes

out there is talking about.

[ALL LAUGHING]

- Hey, Bugs?

BUGS:
Yeah?

Take these

while you can still smell them.

[ALL LAUGHING AND CHATTERING]

So long, boys.

Oh, boy, what a view.

Look at that ocean.

And them palm trees, real too.

Best I ever seen before

was on picture postcards.

Yeah, and them furnishings.

I don't know whether you know it, Al,

but that's real Spanish.

Believe me, those Spaniards

certainly knew their onions.

Boy, what a layout.

Well, it ought to be.

Take a squint at that.

"Forty-five dol..." Per day?

Boy, we're traveling in a fast company.

Forty... Seven times 40, that's 280...

- It's over 300 bucks a week.

- Oh, it ain't the money that burns me.

I'll give over 300 a week

to the bellhops around here.

I don't want them to get that

they got a yap up here.

Nobody ever made no sucker out of me.

"Forty-five do..."

Here goes some of their profit.

Forty-five dollars a day.

The nerve of them guys.

Charging anything like that.

I'll show them where to get off.

Yessiree.

Up here.

Oh, you too.

Yes.

Yeah.

You going screwy?

They ain't gonna make a chump

out of me.

Boy, I'm gonna get me money's worth.

Yessiree.

Yeah.

I'll show them they can't get off.

Say, why do we have to put on

these monkey suits?

Why couldn't we wear a tux?

I tell you, nobody in this kind of joint

wears tuxedos at night but waiters.

Well, if you're wrong,

you'd better order yourself an ambulance.

[CHATTERING]

Hey, come here.

I suppose you're gonna tell me

all these guys are waiters.

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