The Public Enemy Page #5

Look at this dump.

Four pineapples tossed at us in two days,

and the brewery set fire.

l'm telling you, they got us on the run.

-Not me. l ain't running. l ain't yellow.

-Who said you was?

l ain't talking about that.

l'm gonna need you.

And you won't be no good to me

when you're in the cemetery.

l got to have a couple of days

to get the boys lined up again.

While l'm doing that...

you'll be where nobody knows

where to find you except me.

Come on, give me your guns

and your money. All of it.

-What are you trying to pull, Paddy?

-l'm gonna keep you off the streets.

Even you wouldn't be sap enough

to go for a stroll without your gat.

Come on, shower down.

All of it.

You got a phone here, Jane?

l'm gonna call Gwen.

No, you keep away from that phone.

l'll call from outside and tell her

l sent you out of town for a few days.

-And ring up Mamie, will you?

-Leave it to me.

This won't be for long, boys.

l'll have the mob lined up again

in a couple of days.

You'll see that they're comfortable?

-You leave that to me, Paddy.

-Okay.

Gather round, boys.

We're going to be a happy, little family.

l hope you got plenty of this medicine.

Yards 6321 .

Hello.

ls Schemer there?

Let me make you another drink, Tommy.

You mean to say

you got any of that stuff left?

You haven't drank so much.

l can drink it as long as you can pour it.

Only a coal truck.

Had me going for a minute.

-Come on, get in the game, will you, Tom?

-No.

l'm gonna hit the hay.

l thought you'd like a little nightcap.

You don't need to feel ashamed

in front of me.

Here, let me help you.

-l don't need any help.

-Be a good boy and sit down.

l'll take your shoes off, too.

l want to do things for you, Tommy.

You don't think l'm old, do you?

-No.

-You like me, don't you?

Sure.

What's the idea?

Just a goodnight kiss for a fine boy.

ln your hat.

Get away from me.

You're Paddy Ryan's girl.

-Breakfast is all ready, Tommy.

-l ain't hungry.

Give me some coffee, will you?

And make it black.

You aren't sorry, are you?

-Sorry for what?

-For last night.

What do you mean, for getting drunk?

Aren't you the little playactor?

Wait a minute.

Do you mean that--

Why, you....

-Tom, where you going?

-Home.

-But Paddy--

-l don't care what Paddy said!

l'm getting out of this dump.

Hey, Tom, wait a minute.

-What happened?

-Nothing. l just got burned up, that's all.

What do you wanna run out on me for?

We're together, ain't we?

Sure.

Yes, sir?

l was looking at some of the pistols

in the window.

-Shall l show you some?

-Yeah.

-l kind of like that big one.

-That one? All right.

-What do you call that?

-That's a .38 caliber. lt's a fine--

You got any more like it?

-l've got some smaller ones.

-No, same size.

Sure.

-How do you load that?

-First you break it.

Then you stick the cartridges in the holes.

-Could l see?

-Sure.

-That's right.

-Like that?

-lt'll hold six.

-This will be enough.

Stick them up.

Okay, Schemer, it's all set.

l ain't so tough.

-Well, Doc, what do you think?

-Can't say.

We'll hope for the best.

Doctor, this is Tom's mother, brother,

and Miss Doyle.

You can go in for a few moments,

Mrs. Powers.

Thank you, sir.

Tommy boy.

Do you know me?

Sure, Ma.

Mike's here.

He's come to see you.

-Hello, Mike.

-How are you, Tom, old scuff?

l've been wanting to see you.

You're gonna be seeing a lot of me, Tom.

There's something

l wanted to say to you, Mike.

-l'm sorry.

-Sorry for what?

l'm just sorry.

You know.

You and Mike

are going to be friends again?

Sure.

Friends.

Boys, l'm so happy.

So happy.

Ma, you must like Mike

a lot better than me.

No, Tommy boy. You're my baby.

Sure.

l'm your baby.

You're coming home, ain't you, Tommy?

To stay?

Sure.

Coming home.

l mean, if l can ever get out of here.

You're gonna get out of here, all right.

Why, of course you are.

You're going to get well and strong.

Both my boys back.

All of us together again.

l'm almost glad this happened.

And he really looked better today,

did he, Michael?

Sure, Ma, a lot better. He was sitting up.

l told him you'd be in

to see him tomorrow.

-And he'll be coming home soon, won't he?

-Sure, Ma.

Paddy, come in.

What's wrong? ls Tom--

They kidnapped him

from the hospital this afternoon.

What? Who did?

Must have been the Burns mob.

First they give it to him in the back,

then they take him when he's helpless.

Who knows

what they're doing to him now.

-They ain't gonna get away with this.

-l'm doing all l can.

My boys are out in the street now.

l'll bring Tom back,

if it's the last thing l do.

-l'm gonna--

-You're gonna...

stay here at that phone

and take messages.

l told my boys to call you up

if they find anything.

-l'd like to smash--

-Listen...

l sent word to Burns that

if he'd bring Tom back here tonight...

l'd quit the racket.

He could have it all.

l'd leave town and l won't come back.

-You think they'll do it?

-lt's a sweet offer.

You stay here.

lf you hear anything

from any one of my boys...

call me at my place.

l got to get back on the job.

Don't you like your dinner?

Why, l just ain't hungry, Ma.

l'll get it, Ma.

This is Mike.

When? You are?

Fine. Ma, they're bringing Tom home.

-They are? When?

-Right now. He's on his way.

-ls he all right?

-He must be.

-They wouldn't be bringing him home.

-lt's wonderful.

l'll get his room ready.

l knew my baby would come home.

-Who called?

-One of Paddy's boys. Didn't say who.

-Molly dear?

-Yes, Mother?

Bring up some clean sheets

out of the linen closet.

-Hurry, dear.

-All right.

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