(KEYS JINGLING)
MAN: COME IN.
JOHNSON, YOU'RE DIFFERENT
FROM THE OTHER COLOREDS IN HERE.
YOU READ BOOKS, PLAY CHESS, WRITE POETRY...
BUT I DON'T BELIEVE YOU HAVE ANY REGRET WHATSOEVER
FOR TAKING A MAN'S LIFE.
A MAN WHO RECOGNIZES HIS MISTAKES
IS READY TO SEEK GOD'S FORGIVENESS.
YEAH. I READ YOUR BIBLE, WARDEN.
AND?
IT'S A GOOD BOOK.
(PEOPLE CHANTING)
I NEED TO FEED MY BABIES.
CHANTING: FATHER DIVINE, FATHER DIVINE, FATHER DIVINE...
LET THE MEN PASS, SON.
NO MAN KNOWETH THE MOMENT NOR THE HOUR.
GOOD DAY TO YOU, SIR.
I'LL BE DAMNED. BUMPY JOHNSON.
THEY LET YOUR ASS OUT, HUH?
HOW'S BUSINESS, WILLIE?
WILLIE: PEOPLE OUT OF WORK, THEY GOING TO PLAY THE NUMBERS.
BATTER UP.
THIS ONE'S FOR YOU, BABE RUTH.
YOU GOING TO PAY FOR THAT, BUB.
WHERE'S THE SLIPS?
OH!
WHERE ARE THE SLIPS?
CALL OFF YOUR DOGS, BUB!
WHAT DID I TELL YOU
ABOUT RUNNING NUMBERS OUT OF THIS PLACE?
I WAS JUST TRYING TO MAKE A LIVING, JUST LIKE YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!
YOU MESS WITH DUTCH SCHULTZ,
YOU MESSING WITH ME!
YOU DON'T WRITE A GODDAMN THING
IN HARLEM!
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT NOW?
YES.
IT'S A NEW DAY!
DUTCH SCHULTZ WRITES POLICY IN HARLEM!
KEEP THE MOTOR RUNNING, CECIL.
YES, SIR.
LADIES, YOU LOOK VERY NICE.
HELLO, SIR.
HELLO, BO.
FRANKO, TAKE BAMBI FOR A WALK. I'LL BE RIGHT OUT.
WATCH OUT FOR ALL THE BROKEN GLASS HERE.
HEY, BOBBY.
MR. LUCIANO.
STAND UP FOR MR. LUCIANO.
PLEASE, SIT. SIT DOWN, PLEASE.
THINGS ARE PROGRESSING HERE RAPIDLY.
LUCIANO: SO YOU GUYS ARE DOING OK?
WE'RE MAKING A MINT.
WELL, WELL.
CECIL. HOW LONG IT BEEN?
DAMN NEAR SINCE THE EBONIERRO DAYS, BUB.
WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING CHAUFFEURING?
PAYING THE BILLS. MY OLD LADY MADE ME PUT DOWN THE GUN.
REGARDS TO HELEN.
YOU GOT IT.
YOU WON'T HAVE MAJOR TROUBLE WITH MADAME QUEEN'S PEOPLE.
HERE.
YEAH, WELL, SHE'S THE LAST HOLDOUT.
ONCE SHE BENDS TO THE STICK, HARLEM'S OURS.
LUCIANO: HELLO, DUTCH.
WELL, WELL. LUCKY.
YOU'RE SLUMMING TODAY.
THOUGHT I'D STOP BY.
YOU KNOW, FOR YOUR PORTION OF THE DUTY PAYMENTS.
A SPECIAL FUCKING PROSECUTOR TRYING TO PUT MY ASS IN JAIL FOR TAX EVASION,
I STILL GOT TO MAKE A FUCKING PAYOFF.
YOU WANT TO KEEP OUR SHIRT COLLARS CLEAN,
WE GOT TO HAVE DUTY IN OUR POCKET.
I AIN'T SEEN THEM TOUCHING YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS.
THAT'S BECAUSE I SHOW THEM RESPECT.
YOU'RE SO BUSY WITH YOUR HARLEM PENNIES,
YOU'RE FORGETTING THE BIG PICTURE, DUTCH.
YEAH, WELL... NIGGER PENNIES, WHITE PENNIES...
THEY ALL ADD UP TO THE SAME FUCKING THING--
MY FUCKING DOLLARS.
WELL, THAT'S WHY I'M HERE.
ANTE UP.
GO ON. GET THE CASH.
WHEN YOU GIVE YOUR FRIEND DEWEY
2,000 OF MY HARD-EARNED DOLLARS, YOU TELL HIM ONE THING--
IF HE DON'T BACK OFF, I'LL KILL HIM MYSELF.
HERE, DUTCH.
YOU GOT MUSTARD ON YOUR SUIT.
YEAH, WELL, I'M BREAKING IT IN FOR A FRIEND.
ANSWER ME THIS--
WHY WOULD THAT DROOPY-EYED, LOWLIFE,
GREASEBALL PIMP COME ALL THE WAY UP TO HARLEM
WHEN HE COULD SEND A STOOGE?
I DON'T KNOW.
IT WAS RHETORICAL.
ILLINOIS, COME ON, BABY. PAY ME SOME NEVERMIND.
COME ON, BABY. PUT THEM NUMBERS SLIPS AWAY.
THESE NUMBERS SLIPS IS HOW I MAKE MY MONEY.
COME ON. YOU'RE CONFUSING ME, PIGFOOT. I'M 3 SLIPS SHORT.
YOU KNOW HOW THE QUEEN IS. SHE ALREADY DON'T LIKE ME.
WOULD YOU JUST LET A MAN ACCOMPLISH HIS BUSINESS, PLEASE, JELLY ROLL?
I'M YOUR BUSINESS NOW.
YOU NEED TO ACCOMPLISH THIS. HA HA HA!
REAL FUNNY.
WHAT TIME DO I HAVE TO TURN IN MY SLIPS?
1:00.
AND WHAT TIME DO THE PEOPLE
CHECK THE LATE EDITION OF THE PAPER
SO THEY CAN GET THE DAY'S NUMBERS OFF THEM STOCK-EXCHANGE TOTALS?
AND WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO ME LIKE I'M A GODDAMN IDIOT?
I KNOW HOW TO PLAY THE NUMBERS.
YOU NEED TO BE PLAYING THIS.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
IS THAT YOUR HUSBAND?
HOW DO I KNOW?
I DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THAT TWO-TIMING, GATOR-FACED GRAY CAT.
DON'T SHOOT HIM!
I'M GOING TO FIX HIS ASS.
DON'T SHOOT HIM!
DON'T SHOOT HIM? IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS IN THAT CLOSET...
ALL RIGHT!
(WHISPERING) JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE. OH, SHIT.
OK! WAIT A MINUTE.
BUMPY JOHNSON.
WHAT'S BUZZING, COUSIN?
DON'T YOU PUT YOUR HAND OUT THERE FOR ME.
COME OVER HERE AND HUG MY NECK.
BOY, LOOK AT YOU.
OH, MY GOODNESS.
BUMPY: BEEN A LONG TIME, HUH?
OH, MAN. COME HERE, MAN.
IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU.
MARY. MARY, COME ON OUT HERE.
YOU REMEMBER MY COUSIN BUMPY.
MISS MARY.
BUMPY JOHNSON.
OH, BOY. YOU'RE A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES.
I, UH, DIDN'T INTERRUPT ANYTHING, DID I?
BABY, YOU AND ME GOING TO HAVE TO PLAY DEAD FOR A LITTLE WHILE
BECAUSE I GOT TO TEND TO MY MAN'S WELL-BEING.
DEAD?
ARE YOU PUTTING ME OUT?
ILLINOIS: NO, NO! I'M NOT PUTTING YOU OUT.
IT'S GOING TO BE A LONG TIME BEFORE YOU GET YOUR HAM BONE BOILED AGAIN,
AND YOU STAY FROM UP IN MY FACE!
GOOD TO SEE YOU, PIGFOOT.
HA HA HA!
YOU THINK YOU'RE SHARP JUST BECAUSE YOUR DAMN HEAD IS POINTED.
WHAT YOU DOING KNOCKING ON MY DOOR
LIKE YOU THE DAMN POLICE OR WORSE?
DON'T BE IGNORANT YOUR WHOLE LIFE.
OH, BUMPY JOHNSON.
ILLINOIS GORDON.
HOW'S BUSINESS?
DUTCH SCHULTZ IS AT IT AGAIN.
YOU KNOW, HE BEEN GATTING FOLKS ALL OVER TOWN.
DON'T RESPECT NOTHING. HE EVEN MESSING WITH THE QUEEN.
THE QUEEN?
(WHISTLES)
THE QUEEN DON'T BOW TO NO MAN.
SHE AIN'T BOWED YET, BUT WE CAN TALK ABOUT THAT ANOTHER TIME.
MM-HMM. I SEE YOU STILL KITING AROUND
WITH THE LARGE-SIZE LADIES.
NOW HOLD ON THERE, COUSIN.
LIKE I ALWAYS TELL YOU, THERE AIN'T NOTHIN' LIKE THE LOVING YOU GET
FROM A BIG WOMAN.
MM-HMM. SAME OLD BEAR.
(LAUGHING)
HE THINKS I'M JUST GOING TO ROLL OVER. ESTA LOCO!
TAKE IT EASY, HENRY.
DUTCH JUST WANT TO TALK.
HENRY: I'VE HAD IT!
I'M IMPORTANT MAN.
IT SEEMED LIKE EVERYBODY IN HARLEM PLAYED 5-0-5 STRAIGHT,
AND THE GODDAMN NUMBER HITS.
I NEEDED 18 GRAND TO PAY OFF THE PLAYERS.
THAT'S WHY I CAME TO YOU.
NOW MY RUNNERS ARE TELLING ME
THAT YOUR BOYS ARE PLAYING ROUGH.
SIT DOWN, HENRY. I'M GETTING A FUCKING NECK ACHE.
THERE'S YOUR MONEY PLUS TWO IN INTEREST ON THE LOAN,
LIKE WE AGREED.
YEAH, BUT I DON'T CONSIDER THAT A FUCKING LOAN, HENRY.
THAT WAS AN INVESTMENT, AND IT'S MY BELIEF THAT THAT INVESTMENT
ENTITLES ME TO A PIECE OF THE FUCKING BANK.
WE'RE PARTNERS, HENRY.
(SPEAKING SPANISH)
IN ENGLISH.
NO, NO, NO. I'VE KNOWN YOU
SINCE YOU WERE SELLING SHIT-PISSED NEEDLE BEER IN THE BRONX,
AND YOU'RE STILL THE SAME.
(SWEARING IN SPANISH)
HENRY, HENRY, HENRY, HENRY.
NO, NO. YOU MIGHT HAVE PULLED THIS SHIT
COMO MOTHERFUCKING NEGRO,
COMO WILLIE BRUNDER, AND BIG JOE ISIN,
BUT THAT'S 'CAUSE THOSE BANKERS, THEY AIN'T GOT NO BALLS.
I GOT BALLS AS BIG AS YOU. LAS BOLAS MAS GRANDES!
BIG BALLS.
NO BRAINS.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
JESUS.
I DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE HERE.
RELAX.
I DON'T THINK THE MAYOR WOULD BE PARTICULARLY HAPPY TO KNOW
THE SPECIAL PROSECUTOR'S HAVING A MEETING
IN MR. LUCIANO'S MILIEU.
WHY DON'T YOU ASK HIM? HE'S ON THE SECOND FLOOR RIGHT NOW.
THIS MONTH'S CONTRIBUTIONS.
FINE.
WE HAVE A PROBLEM.
THE VALISE IS NOT BIG ENOUGH?
I'M TALKING ABOUT ARTHUR FLEGENHEIMER.
DO YOU KNOW WHY ARTHUR CHOSE THE NAME DUTCH SCHULTZ?
BECAUSE HE WANTS RESPECT.
WHO'S GOING TO RESPECT A MAN BY THE NAME OF ARTHUR FLEGENHEIMER?
"ALL RIGHT, BOYS. STICK 'EM UP.
MY NAME IS ARTHUR FLEGENHEIMER."
IT WON'T WORK, MR. DEWEY.
HE'S THREATENING TO KILL ME.
IT'S NONSENSE. HE'S ALL BENT OUT OF SHAPE
BECAUSE OF YOUR TAX-EVASION CHARGES.
HE'D RATHER LOSE A TESTICLE THAN GIVE A DOLLAR UP TO THE GOVERNMENT.
SO, WHAT DO YOU PROPOSE?
I PROPOSE YOU TAKE IT EASY.
THINK ABOUT YOUR FUTURE, NOT OUR DEMISE.
AND IN THE MEANTIME, ENJOY THE SCENERY.
HAVE A LONG DRINK WITH ONE OF THE GIRLS.
ALL RIGHT. LISTEN TO ME VERY CAREFULLY.
I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO SAY THIS AGAIN.
I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND.
I DON'T WANT THE SERVICES OF YOUR WHORES.
WE ARE IN A BUSINESS ARRANGEMENT
FOR OBVIOUS MUTUAL BENEFITS.
MR. SCHULTZ THREATENS THIS ARRANGEMENT.
HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR?
CRYSTAL.
IT'S CLEAR YOU TOOK THE MONEY.
COUSIN, I AIN'T SEEN THIS MANY POOR FOLKS IN HARLEM
IN ALL MY LIFE.
WELL, COUSIN, WELCOME TO THE DEPRESSION.
THE ONLY WAY A CAT CAN EVEN MAKE A DIME THESE DAYS
IS RUNNING NUMBERS.
(PEOPLE ALL TALKING AT ONCE)
ILLINOIS: HEY, YOU AIN'T GOT NO GLUE ON YOUR FINGERS, NOW DO YOU?
ALL RIGHT.
HEY, TOOTS. I SEE YOU.
YOU CAN'T KEEP DUCKING ME.
ALL RIGHT.
(HOARSELY) MY BOY IS BACK.
WHISPERS, YOU AIN'T NEVER HAD NO LOOT,
BUT YOU'RE STILL MY FAVORITE BOOT.
OH, IT FEELS GOOD TO SEE YOU, BUMP.
YOU'RE LATE, ILLINOIS.
THE QUEEN IS MAD.
SURPRISE!
DID SOMEBODY SAY SOMETHING ABOUT SCROOGING SOMEBODY?
WELCOME HOME, BUMPY.
BETTER BELIEVE IT.
WHISPERS: THIS IS THE NEW GUY--VALLIE.
MR. JOHNSON.
NICE TO MEET YOU.
COME ON. COME ON. MADAME QUEEN IS WAITING. BEEN WAITING.
THERE SHE IS.
HELLO, MADAME QUEEN.
BUMPY JOHNSON.
MMM.
YOU STILL HAVE THE LIGHT IN YOUR EYES, HUH?
PRAISE GOD.
BEFORE WE GET THIS SOIREE STARTED,
I NEED TO SPEAK WITH YOU FOR A FEW TICKS.
ALL RIGHT. Y'ALL ENJOY YOURSELVES, HEAR?
ILLINOIS SAID THAT DUTCH SCHULTZ
PUT 6 OF YOUR MEN ON THE SLAB AT HARLEM HOSPITAL.
OUI.
MR. SCHULTZ IS TRYING TO MAKE TROUBLE FOR ME,
BUT I SET UP A MEETING WITH HIM NEXT WEEK,
AND IT IS THEN I WILL MAKE MY POSITION CLEAR.
I WANT TO GO WITH YOU TO THAT MEETING AS YOUR BODYGUARD.
YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO PROTECT HER, LAMB'S-BREATH?
THAT FOR ME JOB. ME WILL TAKE CARE OF QUEEN.
I HAVE FAITH IN TEE.
I KNOW TEE-NINCHY GOT SPINE,
BUT FAITH AIN'T GONNA GET RID OF THE DUTCHMAN.
I SAW WHAT HIS BOYS DID TO WILLIE BRUNDER.
I'M NOT GOING TO STAND BY AND DO NOTHING
AND LET SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAPPEN TO YOU.
THE MAN IS THREATENING TO TAKE OVER A BUSINESS
THAT'S TAKEN YOU 10 YEARS TO BUILD UP.
I WANT EVERYBODY TO KNOW
THE QUEEN'S STILL CARRYING POWER UPTOWN.
PLEASE?
I STILL CAN'T SAY NO TO YOU, EH?
GIRL, I HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT.
A BIG OLD CRAWFISH JUMPED OFF A PLATE AND BIT ME.
YEAH?
WHAT MADAME ZOLAR'S DREAM BOOK SAY FOR FISH?
5, 7, AND 9. BUT I WOULDN'T BOTHER WITH NO 579,
BECAUSE THAT STOCK EXCHANGE THING THAT THEY USE FOR THE NUMBERS
WAS 579 LAST WEEK.
IT AIN'T GONNA BE 579 AGAIN.
THERE WAS SOME SWEET-POTATO PIE ON A PLATE, TOO.
UH-HUH. POTATOES IS UNDER POTATOES.
OH, HERE IT IS.
642.
HA! 642. UH-UH.
I AIN'T GONNA PLAY NO 642. IT GIVE ME GAS.
POTATOES GIVE ME GAS.
I AIN'T PLAYING NO NUMBER THAT GIVE ME GAS.
WOMAN, I BET YOUR GAS
SMELL AS SWEET AS FLOWERS IN THE SPRINGTIME.
UH-UH. DON'T YOU BE TRYING TO GET IN MY GOOD GRACES. YOU DONE HAD YOUR CHANCE.
HEY, MISS MARY. SHUT UP!
MAN, WOMAN, YOU HARD AS LARD.
YOU KNOW WHAT? I HATE CRAWFISH.
I'M JUST GOING TO GO AHEAD ON AND PLAY A DIME ON 642 STRAIGHT.
THAT'S ANOTHER DIME DOWN THE DRAIN.
OH, LORD HAVE MERCY. GARVEYITE FRANCINE.
THIS IS FOR YOU AND THE KIDS.
SAVE YOUR MONEY, SULIE.
ILLINOIS: WATCH YOURSELF, NOW. YOU DON'T NEED TO BE TELLING HER THAT.
WHY DON'T YOU STAY OUT OF GROWN FOLKS' BUSINESS
BEFORE I BEAT YOU TILL YOU SMELL LIKE ONIONS?
AND I'LL DRAG YOU BY THAT MILE-WIDE COLLAR AND DROP YOU IN THE GUTTER.
YEAH, YEAH. LET ME SEE THAT.
NOW LOOK AT THIS. WHAT YOU DOING PEDDLING THIS GOLD-CAN JIVE TO BEGIN WITH?
YOU CAN BAKE IT, BROIL IT, FRY IT, FRICASSEE IT, HANG IT OUT TO DRY--
IT'S STILL JUST AS FUNKY AS A FAT MAN'S DRAWERS. TAKE THIS.
FRANCINE: DON'T YOU SEE PEOPLE HUNGRY, HUH?
WHAT DO YOU DO FOR PEOPLE, NUMBERS MAN?
FRANCINE, I HAVE TOLD YOU SEVERAL TIMES, I'M THE POOR MAN'S RACETRACK.
YOU TAKE THE MONEY OUT OF POCKETS NEEDED TO PUT FOOD ON THE TABLE.
A MILLION-TO-ONE ODDS. IT'S A SCAM.
IT'S GAMBLING. THAT'S WHAT IT IS.
EXCUSE ME--
I BELIEVE THE NUMBERS PROVIDE JOBS
FOR OVER 2,000 COLORED FOLKS
RIGHT HERE IN HARLEM ALONE.
A PENNY GETS YOU $6.00. THAT'S, WHAT, A MONTH'S WORTH OF GROCERIES?
THAT'S RIGHT. A MONTH WORTH OF PEOPLE FOOD, NOT THIS BULLSHIT HERE.
IT'S THE ONLY HOME-GROWN BUSINESS WE GOT.
ARE YOU HIS PARTNER?
DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.
Y'ALL MAKE A BETTER TEAM THAN AMOS 'N' ANDY.
ILLINOIS: I DON'T NEED NO PARTNER.
MY NAME IS BUMPY JOHNSON.
BUMPY?
YOUR MAMA NAMED YOU BUMPY?
SULIE: WHOO!
ILLINOIS: THAT'S ALL RIGHT.
WHAT YOU GOING TO DO WITH ALL THAT PRETTY HAIR IN HOT-ASS AFRICA?
AIN'T GOT NO STRAIGHTENING CURLS OVER THERE, UGLY.
DAMN. SHE'S FINE AS FROG EGGS.
LOOK HERE, COUSIN.
TELL ME ABOUT MISS FRANCINE HUGHES.
OH, FRANCINE.
SHE ALWAYS QUOTING MARCUS GARVEY
ABOUT MOVING BACK TO HOT-ASS AFRICA.
I THINK SHE WORK DOWN AT THAT UNITED NEGRO SOMETHING OR OTHER.
IMPROVEMENT ASSOCIATION?
THAT'S IT.
MAN, SHE SURE IS HIGH-TONE. DID YOU SEE THE GLIMMERS ON THAT GIRL?
WHERE YOU THINK SHE GOT THEM EYES, COUSIN?
FRANCINE HUGHES IS NOT GOING TO TAKE UP WITH THE LIKES OF YOU.
SHE HIGH-POWERED, AND SHE GOT HER BOOTS LACED,
SO DON'T EVEN PAY THAT NO NEVERMIND.
ALL I WANT TO DO IS CONVERSE WITH HER.
MM-HMM. YEAH. I BET YOU WANT TO HAVE A LONG-ASS CONVERSATION.
HA HA HA!
SON, THE MAN THAT WALKS WITH FRANCINE WILL WALK DOWN THE CHRISTIAN PATH.
OOH! HEY! DAMN! ALL THESE ROACHES IN HERE.
IT'S LIKE STEPPING ON CORNFLAKES.
WELL, AT LEAST YOU WON'T BE SLEEPING ALONE.
HEY, BUMPY, YOU KNOW, UM,
THESE LAST COUPLE OF YEARS HERE, WITH YOU GONE...
I JUST WANT TO SAY I REALLY MISSED YOU.
I MISSED YOU, TOO.
GOT YOU A LITTLE PRESENT.
NOW, IT'S NOT NEW. I GOT IT FROM OLD CLANCE UP ON ST. NICK.
HELLO THERE, MR. SPEAKER.
YEAH. I FIGURE YOU MIGHT NEED THAT TO OPEN A FEW DOORS FOR YOURSELF.
YEAH.
THAT'S HARD-HITTING.
THANKS, COUSIN.
TOGETHER, WE GOT STRENGTH,
WE GOT EXPERIENCE...
MOST OF ALL, THOUGH, WE GOT ORGANIZATION.
A PARTNERSHIP'S GOING TO INCREASE THE PROFITS.
CERTAINEMENT.
THERE WILL BE NO PROFIT
WITH YOUR BOYS COLLECTING THE MONEY.
WHAT, I GOT FUCKING HORNS GROWING OUT OF MY HEAD HERE?
I DON'T FEEL NOTHING.
MAN, I'M--STEPHANIE, I'M NOT THE FUCKING DEVIL HERE.
BUT YOU DO THE DEVIL'S WORK.
6 OF MY MEN IS PROOF OF THAT.
YEAH, BUT IF I HADN'T SENT AN INVITATION,
YOU WOULDN'T HAVE MET ME, WOULD YOU?
COME ON, QUEEN.
FROM WHAT I HEAR, YOU AIN'T EXACTLY A FUCKING NUN YOURSELF.
MR. SCHULTZ!
WE'RE NOT HERE TO QUARREL ABOUT YOUR RIGHT TO OWN YOUR OWN BANK,
BUT I ASK YOU TO RESPECT MY RIGHT TO HAVE ME OWN.
COMPRENEZ-VOUS?
OH, YEAH. FUCKING VOUS.
BON.
YOU KNOW, THAT REMINDS ME OF THIS THING
THAT SPIC HENRY MIRO SAID.
HE SAID HE HAD THE BALLS TO STAND UP TO ME--
"LAS BOLAS MAS GRANDES."
THAT'S WHAT HE FUCKING SAID.
YOU KNOW SOMETHING?
HE REALLY DOES HAVE BIG FUCKING BALLS.
(TEE-NINCHY SHOUTING IN FRENCH)
YOU BASTARD!
YOU GOING TO SHOOT ME THIS TIME, BUB?
IF SO, YOU MIGHT WANT TO LOWER THAT A LITTLE BIT.
HIT ME IN THE HEART.
THIS WAY, YOU DON'T MAKE A MESS.
SO, DUTCH, DO YOU WANT TO DO THIS PEACEFUL,
OR DO YOU WANT TO MAKE A GO?
BOYS, BOYS.
LOWER THE FUCKING METAL.
PUT THEM DOWN.
TEE-NINCHY, NOW AIN'T THE TIME. PUT THE SHOTGUN DOWN.
TEE-NINCHY: THE MAN CRAZY.
MAN REAL CRAZY.
THINK HE CAN DROP DEAD MAN'S BALLS UPON ME QUEEN?
YOU FORGET ONE THING, TEE--
ME NO GOT NO BALLS TO LOSE.
WE AIN'T GONNA CREASE LIKE BRUNDER OR MIRO.
SOME YOU WIN, SOME YOU FUCKING LOSE.
WE GOT A PROBLEM.
SHE'S GOING TO FOLD.
I AIN'T TALKING ABOUT HER.
HE'S NOT GOING TO GO AWAY.
* YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE A HANKER *
* TO BE A BROKER OR A BANKER *
* NO, SIRREE, 'CAUSE IF YOU'LL BE *
* MY MOTHER'S SON-IN-LAW
* NEEDN'T EVEN THINK OF TRYING *
* TO BE A MIGHTY SOCIALITE
* SIPPING TEA, IF YOU'LL BE... *
OH, LOOK AT ALL THESE FINE WOMEN.
THEY MUST BE HAVING RECESS IN HEAVEN.
AIN'T NOBODY HERE.
UH-OH. DON'T LOOK NOW, BUT HERE'S YOUR CHANCE
TO HAVE YOUR LONG-ASSED CONVERSATION.
OH, LOOK WHO CAME WITH ILLINOIS--
FRANCINE'S NEW FRIEND BUMPY.
HE'S NOT MY FRIEND.
ALL THE WOMEN IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD HAVE EYES FOR HIM.
OOH, HONEY, HE'S A KILLER-DILLER.
HE IS NOT MY TYPE.
WELL, YOU CAN'T JUDGE A BOOK WITH JUST ONE LOOK.
AHEM.
MISS MARY, WHAT SAY YOU DO ME THE HONOR
OF JOINING ME OUT HERE ON THE DANCE FLOOR?
TODAY IS YOUR LUCKY DAY, BOY. MMM.
SULIE WANT TO DANCE, TOO.
OH, HELL, NO, I DON'T WANT TO DANCE. MY FEET HURT.
YES, YOU DO.
AHEM.
OH, YEAH.
WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO DANCE WITH OLD ILLINOIS?
MIND IF I SIT?
I HEARD ABOUT YOU, MR. ELLSWORTH "BUMPY" JOHNSON--
FRESH OUT OF SING SING AND BACK ON THE STREETS.
YEAH.
I GOT A REPUTATION.
BUT I LIKE YOU, AND I THINK YOU LIKE ME, SO...
LET'S DANCE.
* IN MY SOLITUDE
* YOU HOLD ME
* WITH MEMORIES
* OF DAYS GONE BY
(LAUGHING)
LET ME GET THAT. THERE YOU GO.
OH, MY GOD.
OH, THANKS. THANKS FOR WALKING ME HOME.
MY PLEASURE.
I HAVE ONE QUESTION.
WHY YOU GOT TO INVOLVE YOURSELF IN NUMBERS?
WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?
SHINING SHOES? CARRYING BAGS DOWN AT GRAND CENTRAL?
I'M A COLORED MAN, AND WHITE FOLKS
AIN'T LEFT ME NOTHIN' OUT HERE BUT THE UNDERWORLD.
WELL, I DISAGREE.
THERE ARE COLORED DOCTORS, COLORED LAWYERS,
COLORED ACCOUNTANTS, WRITERS, MUSICIANS.
TRUE.
YOU COULD DO ANY ONE OF THOSE.
WELL, I DO WRITE A LITTLE POETRY.
YOU WRITE A LITTLE POETRY.
"I ASK MYSELF WHERE SHE GOT THOSE EYES,
"SO FULL OF LIFE,
"SO FREE OF LIES.
"HOW DOES ONE GET EYES LIKE THAT?
I TELL MYSELF, SHE ROBBED A CAT."
YOU LIKED IT?
YEAH, I LIKE IT.
WELL, WHEN CAN I SEE YOU AGAIN?
WELL, KEEP WRITING THOSE POEMS, ELLSWORTH, AND WE'LL SEE.
GOOD NIGHT.
HAVE A GOOD EVENING.
(THUNDER)
(PEOPLE ALL TALKING AT ONCE)
BLOW ON MY DICE FOR ME, TEE-NINCHY.
YOU MOVE YOURSELF, BOY.
I'M TRYING TO MAKE SOME MONEY, TEE-NINCHY,
AND I NEED THAT COOL WEST INDIAN BREEZE. NOW COME ON.
COME ON AND BLOW ON IT,
COOL, COOL, YEAH, MON.
LOOK AT HIM SMILING.
AH!
(MEN LAUGHING)
WE'RE GOING TO BREAK THE BANK NOW.
HERE WE GO. HERE WE GO.
COME ON, NOW.
(MEN EXCLAIM)
HEY, HEY, MAN.
WHAT YOU DOING, PITCHING DICE ON ME STOOP?
GO AWAY FROM HERE!
YES, MA'AM.
BUMPY, COME HELP AN OLD LADY DOWN THE STEPS.
YES, MADAME.
ILLINOIS: MADAME QUEEN, MADAME QUEEN,
LOOK AT YOU. YOU'RE LOOKING JUST AS FINE
AS ONE OF THEM AFRICAN VIOLETS.
GO FROM ME.
ME DON'T NEED TO HAVE ME BOTTOM KISSED.
(MEN LAUGH)
MAN: HEY! HEY, BUMPY!
I SURE WISH I WAS GOING TO THE OPERA!
ILLINOIS: HA HA! HEY, HEY! HEY, TEE-NINCHY!
(IMITATING ACCENT) HEY, WHY ARE YOU GOING TO THE OPERA
AND YOU CAN'T EVEN UNDERSTAND ENGLISH?
YOU GOT TO GIVE ME 5, GIVE ME 10, GIVE ME 20.
I WOULD GIVE YOU 30, BUT YOUR HAND'S TOO DIRTY.
(MEN CONTINUE TO CHATTER)
MADAME QUEEN: WHAT IS THIS NOW?
I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU MAKE ME COME TO THESE THINGS.
TO CULTURE YOU, BUMPY.
YOU KNOW, I HAVE NOT MISSED AN OPERA ON ME BIRTHDAY
IN 16 YEARS.
I KNOW.
YOU NEED TO GIVE TEE-NINCHY SOME CULTURE.
HOW ABOUT ME RATTLE YOUR HEAD?
MADAME QUEEN: OH, YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE VERDI'S MACBETH.
IT'S IN ITALIAN. I DON'T UNDERSTAND ITALIAN.
IT DEALS WITH LIFE, WAR, AND MOST OF ALL, PASSION.
MON DIEU! WE'RE GOING TO MISS THE OVERTURE.
GET DOWN!
(SCREAMS)
AAH! MOTHERFUCKER!
MAN: BUMPY! MERCY!
(SHOUTING IN FRENCH)
TEE-NINCHY! TEE-NINCHY!
(MAN SINGING OPERA)
DEWEY: I CAN CONTAIN IT BECAUSE ONLY THE NEGRO PAPERS HAVE IT,
BUT IF WINCHELL GETS A HOLD OF THIS, HE'LL HAVE A FIELD DAY.
WINCHELL JUST WANTS TO SELL NEWSPAPERS.
WELL, HE WILL SELL THEM, AT EVERYONE'S EXPENSE.
LOOK, CHARLES, EVEN BY YOUR STANDARDS,
THIS IS A PSYCHOPATH.
HOW MUCH LONGER AM I GOING TO BE WORRIED ABOUT ARTHUR FLEGENHEIMER?
YOU GOT TO LEARN TO RELAX, THOMAS.
I'LL TAKE CARE OF THE DUTCHMAN.
IN THE MEANTIME, WHY DON'T YOU
COME UP HERE AND JOIN US BY THE POOL?
LOOSEN UP THAT STIFF NECK OF YOURS.
THANK YOU, ALICE.
(DOG YIPPING)
SO WHAT'S THE SKINNY, JOHNNY?
YOU WERE RIGHT, MR. LUCIANO.
MY FIGURES SHOW THE NUMBERS AT 100,000 A DAY
BEFORE PAYOUTS.
HARLEM IS A G-G-G--
GOLD MINE.
WHAT'S THE MATTER?
YOU WANT TO GO SWIMMING THERE, JOHNNY?
NO. I-I NEVER LEARNED HOW.
WHERE'S HECTOR?
WENT OUT TO GET SOME RICE AND BEANS.
WHEN'S HE COMING BACK?
I DON'T KNOW, BOSS,
BUT IF YOU'RE HERE TO COLLECT THE POLICY MONEY,
DON'T WORRY ABOUT A THING.
IT'S ALL UNDER CONTROL.
EVERYTHING COPACETIC, COUSIN?
OH, YEAH.
WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?
ME?
HEY, NOW YOU KNOW.
I'M THE BAGMAN.
(WOMEN SCREAM)
GO ON, BEAR.
SO, COUSIN...
WHAT WE GOING TO DO WITH ALL DUTCH'S MONEY?
GOING TO PUT IT BACK WHERE IT BELONGS.
HEY, MISS FRANCINE.
HEY, MR. JOHNSON.
WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY WE WAS GOING TO SEE FRANCINE?
BUMPY: HEY, EVERYBODY, GOT A GIFT FROM MADAME QUEEN,
COURTESY OF DUTCH SCHULTZ!
(SHOUTING)
BUMPY: THERE YOU GO! MONEY FOR EVERYBODY!
(LOUD CRUNCHING)
THIS IS VERY NICE, GENTLEMEN.
FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS...
LIKE ANY SQUARE CITIZEN, WE ALL HAVE TAX PROBLEMS,
BUT I HAVE A SOLUTION.
JOHNNY.
MR. G-GENOVESE,
MR. C-COSTELLO,
MR. L-LANSKY--
DUTCH: GET ON WITH IT, JOHN.
WE AIN'T GOT ALL FUCKIN' DAY HERE.
I HAVE TAKEN THE LIBERTY OF SETTING UP FOR OUR USE
A NUMBER OF ACCOUNTS IN HAVANA, C-CUBA.
THEY ARE IMPERVIOUS TO THE SCRUTINY OF THE FEDS THERE.
AT THE REQUEST OF MY EMPLOYER LUCKY LUCIANO,
I HEREBY OFFER THESE SERVICES TO EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU.
THAT'S VERY NICE.
THANK YOU.
SECOND ORDER OF BUSINESS...
I'LL WAIT.
EXCUSE ME.
THE ONLY THING THAT THREATENS OUR PROFITS
IS THE UNWANTED ATTENTION OF LAW ENFORCEMENT,
SO I'M HERE TO TALK ABOUT DUTCH'S ACTIVITIES.
WHAT ABOUT THEM?
I GOT A CALL FROM TOM DEWEY.
HE DIDN'T APPRECIATE YOUR SPREE DOWNTOWN.
I GOT IT ALL UNDER CONTROL.
WHILE YOU WAS UP IN ALBANY, BO WEINBERG SAID JUST THE OPPOSITE.
OH, YEAH?
YEAH.
WHAT DID BO SAY?
SAID ONE OF THE COLORED BANKERS
DON'T WANT TO JOIN YOUR COMBINATION.
HE INDICATED TO US THAT YOU MIGHT NEED A LITTLE HELP
STRAIGHTENING THINGS OUT.
BO MUST HAVE BEEN HAVING A BAD DAY.
HIS WIFE JUST RUN OFF WITH A DAGO FROM YONKERS.
HA HA HA!
I WAS GOING TO PROPOSE THAT MYSELF, FRANK, AND VITO
COULD LEND YOU A LITTLE HELP.
IN RETURN FOR A LITTLE PIECE,
HUH, LUCKY?
COME TO YOU GUYS A YEAR AGO,
SAYING WE SHOULD GO UPTOWN.
YOU SAID NIGGER PENNIES WAS A WASTE OF FUCKIN' TIME.
SO TO YOU AND YOUR PROPOSAL, I SAY ONLY ONE THING:
TAKE A FLYING FUCK.
ALWAYS MISSING THE POINT.
OK, DUTCH, YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN. DO AS YOU WISH.
IF YOU NEED HELP FROM US DOWN THE LINE,
FROM US DAGOS,
YOUR PRICE JUST WENT UP.
ON THAT NOTE,
THIS MEETING'S ADJOURNED.
FRANK, VITO, CAN I SEE YOU IN MY LIBRARY?
NICK, SHOW MR. SCHULTZ TO THE DOOR.
PUT YOUR HAT BACK ON.
YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS.
YOU IN BIG TROUBLE. THERE'S NO OTHER WAY TO SAY IT.
SHE'LL BE RIGHT DOWN.
GOING TO TAKE YOUR HAT OFF IN THE HOUSE, BEAR, OR WHAT?
NOW YOU'RE GIVING ME LESSONS ON MANNERS.
GODDAMN, LOOK AT THE TITTIES ON THAT STATUE.
BOY, IF I--
MADAME QUEEN: IMBECILE.
I HOPE YOU'RE PROUD OF YOURSELF.
YOU HAVE DISHONORED MY NAME WITH YOUR BETRAYAL.
WHO ARE YOU?
DUTCH SCHULTZ BURNED DOWN 3 OF ME POLICY HOUSE THIS AFTERNOON.
BUMPY: SO WE BURN DOWN 3 OF HIS. AN EYE FOR AN EYE.
SO YOU'RE THE QUEEN NOW, YEAH?
TELL ME, WHO RUNNING THIS OPERATION?
YOU.
THEN WHY YOU DISREGARD MY ORDERS
AND STEAL FROM SCHULTZ, HUH?
YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE STICKING CLOSE TO ME?
YOU THINK I DON'T SEE YOUR AMBITION?
IT'S TIME TO TAKE A STAND.
I'LL TAKE CARE OF SCHULTZ MESELF!
I AM THE QUEEN!
BUT YOU ARE AFRAID OF HIM.
NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE THE DAY THAT YOU WERE AFRAID OF ANY MAN.
OF COURSE I'M AFRAID,
BUT FEAR BE A GOOD THING SOMETIME.
IT CHECKS THE ANGRY SPIRIT.
I CAN BEAT HIM, QUEEN.
I CAN BEAT THE DUTCHMAN AT HIS OWN GAME.
USE YOUR HEAD, BUMPY.
WHERE YOU THINK THEY GOING TO FIGHT THIS WAR?
ON PARK AVENUE?
NO. ME KNOW--
HERE...RIGHT HERE ON THE STREETS OF HARLEM.
I'M PREPARED TO DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES OF THAT.
AND WHAT ABOUT THE REST OF US?
IF YOU OPEN A FAUCET OF BLOOD,
YOU'LL NEVER SHUT IT OFF.
(BASEBALL GAME ON RADIO)
3 FUCKIN' GRAND?
WE HEAR THIS GUY'S A REAL TORNADO.
HEY, BUB, YOU'RE GOING TO KILL MY ENGLISH IVY TREE THERE.
BUB: I'M SORRY.
DUTCH, THE SALKES ARE THE BEST PICKAX BOYS IN THE BUSINESS.
THEY'LL TURN THIS GUY INTO A SIEVE.
WELL, 3 GRAND'S WORTH IT, HUH?
I REMEMBER THE DAYS YOU COULD GET A GUY HIT FOR WHAT--40 BUCKS?
WE LIVE IN INFLATIONARY TIMES.
AIN'T THAT THE FUCKIN' TRUTH?
DON'T COME BACK WITHOUT HIM.
YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!
HEY, FOLEY, YOU MICK, GET OVER HERE.
HA HA HA!
HEY, HAD YOU, DIDN'T I, LADS?
HOW YOU DOIN', CAP?
WELL, AIN'T IT THE SHORT ARM OF THE LAW?
YOU BEAT UP ANY NIGGERS LATELY?
NO, I'M SORRY TO SAY, I HAVEN'T.
HAVE YOU?
HOW'S TRICKS, ARTHUR?
WE LIVE IN INFLATIONARY FUCKIN' TIMES.
HOW'D IT GO WITH JUDGE CAPTUA?
HE TOLD ME STEPHANIE ST. CLAIR
OFFERED HIM 20,000 TO SHUT YOU DOWN.
NO SHIT! WELL, I'M FLATTERED.
YOU GOT TO GIVE THAT BLACK BITCH CREDIT.
SHE'S A WILY OLD HORSE.
SO, UH, HOW MUCH TO TOP HER ICE?
CAPTUA WANTS 40.
HE'S A GREEDY BASTARD.
JUDGES DON'T COME CHEAP, ARTHUR.
EH, THAT'S TRUE.
THEY'RE THE CROOKEDEST CROOKS AROUND.
WITH A BIT OF PROPER EVIDENCE,
HE CAN GUARANTEE A CONVICTION.
GET THE POLICY PAPER?
I'M ON IT.
HOW ABOUT THEM SALKE BROTHERS, HUH?
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE ONE OF THEM FUCKING YOUR SISTER?
HA! WELL, IT'S BETTER THAN SOME I COULD THINK OF.
(LAUGHTER)
MAN: * DON'T KNOCK ON MY DOOR
* AND I DONE TOLD YOU 2, 3 TIMES *
* I DON'T WANT YOU NO MORE
* I...I RUN IN HERE, BABY, 'CAUSE I GOT KIND OF SICK *
* AIN'T NOTHIN' AILIN' MY STOMACH *
* IT'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY... *
* DIXIE, THERE WAS A CABIN IN GEORGIA *
* YOU CAN'T STAY THERE VERY LONG *
* ALL THE FRIENDS I HAD DONE SHOOK HANDS *
* AND GONE
MR. JOHNSON! MR. JOHNSON.
MR. JOHNSON, I WORK AT THE POOL HALL.
I WANT TO WORK FOR YOU.
I PROMISE I'LL BE THE FASTEST RUNNER YOU EVER SEEN.
THE QUEEN AIN'T HIRING NO RUNNERS RIGHT NOW, SON.
NEITHER AM I. BESIDES, AIN'T IT PAST YOUR BEDTIME?
OH, MAN! I'M GOING TO CLOSE THIS PARTY DOWN.
* DONE TOLD YOU 2, 3 TIMES
* I DON'T WANT NO JOB
BUMPY JOHNSON!
MY NAME MISS PHILMORE. I'M DANNY'S MOTHER.
MA'AM.
I WISH MORE OF OUR COLORED MEN WOULD STAND UP
AND FIGHT FOR THEY HOME,
THE WAY YOU'RE DOING AGAINST THE DUTCHMAN.
I HEARD YOU KILLED 3 OF HIS MEN.
LIKE THE LORD SWOOPED IN ON SODOM AND GOMORRAH!
YOU SWUNG YOUR MIGHTY SCYTHE,
AND THEM HEATHEN HEADS ROLLED ON THE PAVEMENT!
YES, MA'AM.
OOH, YOU A KILLIN' MACHINE.
OOH, MR. JOHNSON, YOU SOMETHING ELSE,
I'M TELLIN' YOU...
THANKS, EVERYBODY.
BUMPY: FRANCINE. FRANCINE!
BUMPY JOHNSON!
MR. JOHNSON, YOU KNOW WHAT?
I BEEN SINGING FOR YOU A LONG TIME NOW.
I BEEN TRYING TO GET A JOB DOWN AT THE COTTON CLUB FOR 6 MONTHS.
NOW, LOOK HERE. COME DOWN TO THE BAMVILLE.
SEE MY MAN CALVIN. HE'S A CLEAN-HEAD MAN.
HE'S DOWN THERE. HE DOES ALL THE HIRING.
WOULD YOU EXCUSE ME, PLEASE?
HE GOING TO TAKE CARE OF IT?
HE'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.
WHAT'S WRONG?
WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO, FRANCINE?
LET THEM KILL THE QUEEN?
YOU SHOT 3 PEOPLE. DON'T YOU HAVE ANY REMORSE?
REMORSE COMES WHEN YOU FEEL YOU'VE DONE SOMETHING WRONG.
YOU DON'T THINK KILLING IS WRONG?
INNOCENT PEOPLE, YES.
BEEN 35 LYNCHINGS THIS YEAR ALONE.
DEPRESSION GOT PEOPLE STARVING ALL OVER THE COUNTRY.
SCOTTSBORO BOYS IN JAIL FOR A CRIME THEY DIDN'T COMMIT.
ALL OF THAT IS WRONG.
YEAH. I UNDERSTAND ALL THAT.
BUT?
BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU.
YOU...YOU'RE A PERFECT GENTLEMAN.
YOU'RE A POET.
YOU'RE NICE TO PEOPLE.
YOU THINK ABOUT THINGS.
AND THEN...
WITHIN A BLINK OF AN EYE,
YOU CAN KILL OR BE KILLED.
IS THERE NOTHING IN THIS WORLD THAT YOU LOVE ENOUGH
THAT YOU WOULD KILL FOR IT OR DIE FOR IT?
I DON'T KNOW.
I'D GIVE MY LEFT NUT FOR A PIECE OF CHEESECAKE.
WHO MAKES THE BEST CHEESECAKE IN NEW YORK?
JUNIOR'S.
LINDY'S.
BEST SAUERBRATEN?
LUCHOW'S.
TRIANGLE HAUFBRAU.
BEST KNISH.
GREENSPAN'S.
KRAUSE'S.
BEST STEAK?
LUGER'S.
GALLAGHER'S.
EH, LET'S DO SOME DAMAGE.
(THUNDER)
I'M TIRED OF GOING TO CHURCH WITHOUT MY MAN.
I TOLD YOU, FRANCINE.
THE GOOD LORD AND I HAVE AN ARRANGEMENT.
I DON'T GO INTO HIS HOUSE. HE DOESN'T COME INTO MINE.
OK, YOU HEATHEN,
BUT THIS IS THE LAST TIME
I TRY TO SAVE YOUR SOUL.
OH, DON'T BE THAT WAY, BABY.
BESIDES, YOU KNOW YOU'RE MY RELIGION.
GOOD NIGHT.
BEST MARTINI?
STORK CLUB.
DAVE'S BLUE ROOM. MUCH BIGGER.
BEST ITALIAN?
PATSY'S.
FREDO'S.
BEST CORNED BEEF?
RATNER'S.
KATZ'S.
BEST FRANKFURTER?
NATHAN'S. NATHAN'S.
HEY, HEY, HEY!
WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING UP HERE?
* SILENT NIGHT
DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID?
* HOLY NIGHT
WHAT THE FUCK--
* SILENT NIGHT
(FRANCINE SCREAMING)
(GUNSHOT)
GIVE ME THE GUN NOW.
IT'S ALL RIGHT. IT'S ALL RIGHT.
GIVE ME THE GUN.
IT'S ALL RIGHT. IT'S ALL RIGHT.
IT'S JUST YOU AND ME.
IT'S JUST GOING TO BE YOU AND ME.
I PROMISE. I PROMISE.
IT'S ALL RIGHT. IT'S ALL RIGHT.
LORD HAVE MERCY.
I DIDN'T KNOW JOSEPHINE BAKER WAS WORKING HERE.
MISS BAKER, I THOUGHT YOU WAS IN FRANCE.
WHERE IS PIGFOOT MARY?
GIVE ME 60 CENTS ON 49.
60 CENTS ON 49 STRAIGHT.
ALL RIGHT, I HEARD YOU.
NO. YOU HOLD ON TO THAT. YOUR MONEY AIN'T NO GOOD HERE.
I'M GOING TO TAKE CARE OF THAT FOR YOU.
OH, COME ON, NOW, MARY!
THE GOVERNOR PARDON FOLKS QUICKER THAN YOU DO.
MM-MM. AND IF YOU DON'T QUIT MAKING ME SO HARD,
I'M GOING TO CRUSH YOUR SPINE.
WOMAN...
NOW YOU'RE TALKING MY LANGUAGE.
HA HA HA!
COME ON, GIVE ME SOME SUGAR.
GET OUT OF HERE.
THAT'S ALL RIGHT.
YOU'RE GOING TO WANT TO KISS ME SOMETIME LATER.
HELLO, TINY.
WELL, LET'S SEE
WHAT THE GOOD DOCTOR HAS IN HIS LITTLE BLACK BAG.
COME ON, NOW. GIVE IT OVER.
AAH!
ARGH! AAH!
PIGFOOT MARY: HEY! WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU COPS?
YOU AIN'T GOT NO CAUSE TO BE BEATING UP ON HIM!
WOULD YOU RATHER IT BE YOU?
BECAUSE WE'RE HERE TO SERVE.
THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.
ALL RIGHT, BOYS, GET THE BAG.
OK! OK!
(ENGINE STARTS)
WELL, MAYBE NEXT TIME.
TOODLE-OO.
PIGFOOT MARY: IT'S ALL RIGHT. IT'S OK. MAMA'S HERE.
BUMPY: WE HAVE GIFTS FOR EVERYBODY.
(APPLAUSE)
MERRY CHRISTMAS! YEAH!
C'EST UN FAIT ACCOMPLI MAINTENANT.
DON'T FRET YOURSELF.
PIGFOOT MARY: WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE, HUH?
LET THAT PICKAX-WAVING DEVIL JUST KILL BUMPY?
SULIE: YOU DONE RIGHT, SWEETHEART.
LORD KNOWS THERE'S A SHORTAGE OF ELIGIBLE MEN IN THIS TOWN.
WELL, IF IT ISN'T MADAME QUEEN.
SPEAK YOUR BUSINESS.
STEPHANIE ST. CLAIR, I HAVE TO INFORM YOU YOU'RE UNDER ARREST
FOR VIOLATION OF CITY CODE SECTION 1764--
ILLEGAL GAMBLING.
YOU BE CAREFUL, CAPTAIN.
LIKEWISE.
ALL RIGHT, BOYS, TAKE HER AWAY.
BUMPY: THIS MORNING, THE QUEEN
TURNED OVER CONTROL OF THE BANK TO ME.
NOW, SHE ASKED ME...
TO TAKE EVERY PRECAUTION AVAILABLE...
TO AVOID SHEDDING ANY BLOOD!
WELL, HOW WE GOING TO GET PEOPLE TO COME BACK TO WORK
IF WE DON'T GO TOE-TO-TOE WITH THIS SON OF A BITCH?
YEAH!
BY BEING SMART.
BY USING THE OLD IDEA POT. VALLIE!
YES, SIR!
YOU'RE IN CHARGE OF THE POLICY ROOM, RIGHT?
RIGHT.
OK, I WANT YOU TO GO TO EVERY CONTROLLER'S HOUSE.
YOU TELL THEM THIS BUILDING IS PROTECTED.
DONE.
CALVIN, YOU HAVE TO ESTABLISH NEW ROUTES
FOR THE RUNNERS WHEN THEY COLLECT THE SLIPS.
WHISPERS, WALDO, I WANT Y'ALL
TO BEEF UP SECURITY ON THE PREMISES.
YOU GOT IT, BUMP.
YOU KNOW, DUTCH GOT THAT COP FOLEY IN HIS POCKET,
AND HE'S JUST AS CROOKED AS THE LETTER "S."
HE'S GOING TO COME AFTER THEM POLICY SLIPS
THE WAY HE DID ME, AND IF HE GET THEM,
THEN YOU AND THE QUEEN GOING TO BE RIGHT BACK IN THE JOINT,
AND I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT THAT, SO...
BUMPY: THAT'S YOU AND ME. WE'LL HIDE THE SLIPS
SO NONE OF THESE FLATFOOT CAN FIND THEM,
AND WHEN THE NUMBER COME DOWN AT THE END OF THE DAY, WE BURN THE SLIPS.
EXCUSE ME, MR. JOHNSON.
SHUT UP, KID!
HEY, HEY, LET THE KID SPEAK. WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND, KID?
WELL, FOLKS IS CONFUSED, THAT'S ALL.
I MEAN, ALL THEM POLICY SLIPS ARE ON WHITE PAPER,
AND IF PEOPLE WANT TO PLAY A NUMBER,
THEY JUST FILL OUT A SLIP.
THEY DON'T KNOW IF THEY'RE PLAYING WITH THE QUEEN'S BANK OR DUTCH'S.
WHAT'S YOUR POINT, KID?
WELL, I THINK WE SHOULD PUT OUR SLIPS ON DIFFERENT PAPER.
VALLIE: THAT'S THE MOST FLAMMADIDDLE IDEA I EVER HEARD OF.
BOY, ARE YOU SNIFFING THAT SHINOLA?
HOLD ON THERE, VALLIE. HOLD ON.
THIS BOY GOT A GOOD IDEA.
WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
TYRONE, SIR.
ALL RIGHT, TYRONE. WE'RE GOING TO CHANGE
THE COLOR OF OUR SLIPS TO, SAY, GREEN.
WALDO, I WANT YOU TO GO DOWN TO THE PRINT SHOP.
YOU PICK US UP A BUSHEL OF GREEN SLIPS.
THIS WAY, EVERYBODY KNOW THEY'RE BUYING FROM US,
AND THE QUEEN'S STILL CARRYING POWER.
I KNOW EVERY ALLEY IN THIS WHOLE DAMN NEIGHBORHOOD.
LET ME RUN FOR YOU.
(LAUGHTER)
ALL RIGHT, SON. YOU DONE CAME UP WITH ONE GOOD IDEA
FOR THE DAY. LET'S JUST LEAVE IT AT THAT.
WELL, RUN YOUR ASS AROUND THE CORNER.
LAUGH IF YOU WANT TO,
BUT EVEN I KNOW THAT IF DUTCH TAKES OVER,
THAT'S ALL SHE WROTE.
BESIDES, OLD RED TOLD ME
YOU STARTED RUNNING WHEN YOU WERE 16.
HELL, I'M 17.
OH, NO.
COME ON, MR. JOHNSON, YOU CAN TRUST ME.
OK, TYRONE.
BUT YOU BETTER NOT FROG UP ON ME, BOY.
YOU HEAR?
NO, SIR.
WELL, BUMPY, YOU KNOW WE ALL WITH YOU.
YOU CAN CONFIDENCE THAT, NOW.
THAT'S RIGHT.
WE'RE RIGHT WITH YOU, BUMPY.
SEE ME FOR A ROUTE.
IT'S YOUR TIME, BUMPY.
(RUMBLING)
(GUNFIRE)
GORGEOUS...
I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING FOOL!
IT WASN'T ME, DUTCH.
4, 4...
GO TO FUCKING HELL!
(GOSPEL MUSIC PLAYING)
MAN: I'VE BUILT A NICE MAHOGANY COFFIN.
MOTHER-OF-PEARL INLAY, SOLID BRASS HANDLES.
MY SON DID A BEAUTIFUL JOB
WITH THE BULLET WOUNDS.
HE LOOKS LIKE HE DIED IN HIS SLEEP.
THANK YOU, MR. JOHNSON.
THANK HEAVEN FOR MR. JOHNSON.
THAT MAN DONE BROUGHT PROSPERITY
BACK TO THIS NEIGHBORHOOD.
YOU HAVE MY DEEPEST SYMPATHIES, MRS. ANDREWS.
I SCRUBBED KITCHEN FLOORS 20 YEARS
TO GIVE THAT BOY A HOME.
TYRONE WAS A FINE YOUNG MAN,
AND HE DIED WITH HONOR.
HONOR?
HE'S DEAD, MR. JOHNSON.
WHERE IS THE HONOR IN THAT?
I'M...
(QUIETLY) SORRY.
PEOPLE CALL YOU A HERO.
YOU'RE JUST A COMMON THIEF.
YOU STOLE THE ONLY REASON I HAD TO LIVE.
SEE THAT?
EVERY SOUL IN HARLEM PLAYED 235
BECAUSE OF THIS DAMN HEADLINE.
WELL, PEOPLE ARE SUPERSTITIOUS, ILL.
WELL, I DON'T KNOW
WHAT WE'RE GOING TO DO AFTER THIS ONE.
WE'RE HIT HARD. THIS MIGHT BE 80 GRAND.
PIGFOOT TOLD ME THAT DUTCH CHANGED HIS NUMBER TO 236.
WE ARE NOT GOING TO DO THAT.
PEOPLE PLAY THE NUMBER.
THEY EXPECT TO GET PAID WHEN THEY HIT.
JUST GOING TO HAVE TO PAY OFF.
AND THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND DUTCH,
AND THAT'S WHY I LOVE YOU.
ILLINOIS: OH, CUT IT OUT.
I SURE WISH I COULD FIND MISS RIGHT.
SHIT, I DON'T MEAN THAT.
I'M LOOKING FOR MISS RIGHT NOW.
GO ON AND MAKE THE PAYOFFS, WILL YOU, BEAR?
WELL, YOU'RE THE BOSS, BUMPY. YEAH, I'LL GO MAKE THE PAYOFFS,
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT 235 MEAN IN MADAME ZOLAR'S DREAM BOOK, DON'T YOU?
NO. WHAT?
DEATH.
YEAH, WELL, WHEN I SEE HIM,
I'M GOING TO TELL HIM I CHANGED HIS NUMBER FOR TODAY.
GUESS SO. GOOD DAY, MISS FRANCINE.
GOOD DAY.
HERE YOU GO, MR. JOHNSON.
ENJOY.
LOVEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
YOU KNOW, YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE BANANA SPLITS.
I LIKE YOUR BANANA SPLITS.
HOLD ON. NO, NO.
WHAT'S WRONG?
MR. REDMOND?
YES, SIR, MR. JOHNSON.
DO YOU SEE THESE ALMONDS ON MY SPLIT?
YES, SIR, MR. JOHNSON, I SEE THEM ALMONDS ON YOUR SPLIT.
MR. REDMOND, YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE ALMONDS ON MY SPLIT.
YES, SIR, MR. JOHNSON,
I KNOW YOU DON'T LIKE ALMONDS ON YOUR SPLIT.
DID YOU PUT THESE ALMONDS
ON MY SPLIT, MR. REDMOND?
NO, SIR, MR. JOHNSON.
THEN WHO DID?
JIMMY, THE NEW BOY.
JIMMY!
GIVE ME A FEW TICKS.
WHAT'S UP, BUMP?
OH, BUMPY, COME ON. DON'T START ANYTHING.
IT'S ALL RIGHT, FRANCINE.
WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU, MR. JOHNSON?
DID MR. REDMOND TELL YOU I DON'T LIKE ALMONDS ON MY SPLIT, JIMMY?
OH, BOY.
OH, UH, YES, HE DID. I MUST HAVE MADE A MISTAKE.
OH, THAT'S ALL RIGHT. THAT'S ALL RIGHT.
LISTEN, WHY DON'T YOU BRING ME SOME HOT FUDGE?
HOT FUDGE.
SEE IF YOU GOT ANY HOT FUDGE BACK THERE.
BUMPY, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
NOTHING, FRANCINE. I JUST WANT TO SHOW JIMMY THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN A TRADITIONAL SPLIT
AND THE WAY I LIKE MINE.
HERE YOU GO, MR. JOHNSON.
ALL RIGHT, HAVE A SEAT, JIMMY. I WANT TO SHOW YOU
HOW TO MAKE A TRADITIONAL SPLIT,
AND THEN I'LL SHOW YOU HOW I LIKE TO HAVE A SPLIT.
NOW, A TRADITIONAL SPLIT HAS ALL THESE TRIMMINGS--
THE ALMONDS, THE WHIPPED CREAM, THE CHERRY,
AND A LITTLE HOT FUDGE.
JIMMY, WHY DON'T YOU SAMPLE THAT
AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK?
UH, NO, THANKS, MR. JOHNSON.
I'M ALLERGIC TO ICE CREAM.
ALLERGIC TO ICE CREAM?
AAH!
SOUNDS LIKE TO ME
YOU'RE ALLERGIC TO RAT POISON, BOY.
LET ME DO HIM, BUMPY!
(JIMMY PANTING)
PUT THE KNIFE DOWN, VALLIE.
MR. JOHNSON, I SWEAR I DIDN'T KNOW.
HE SAID YOU WANTED THAT BOY TO WORK HERE.
WHO SAID I WANTED THIS BOY TO WORK HERE?
WHO SAID I WANTED THIS BOY TO WORK HERE, MR. REDMOND?
VALLIE.
WALDO: SAY IT AIN'T SO, VALLIE!
DIE, MOTHERFUCKER!
(ALL SHOUTING)
BUMPY: WHISPERS. PUSSY!
WHISPERS, BRING HIM OVER HERE AND SIT HIM DOWN.
COME ON, SIT HIM DOWN.
CAL, GET VALLIE OUT OF HERE.
COME ON.
DON'T BREATHE.
CALVIN: LOW-LIFE SNAKE!
OPEN THAT DAMN DOOR.
GET OUT OF HERE!
FRANCINE, YOU GO HOME AND GET SOME SLEEP.
(JIMMY PANTING)
RELAX, JIMMY.
MR. JOHNSON--
RELAX.
BUMPY.
HE'LL BE OK.
MR. JOHNSON...
UH...
EAT.
HE SAID EAT!
MR. JOHNSON--
EAT.
MR. REDMOND.
YES, SIR, MR. JOHNSON.
FROM NOW ON...
YOU MAKE MY SPLIT.
YES, SIR, MR. JOHNSON.
YOU GOT ME ALL WRONG, BUMPY!
(SOBBING)
I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHY, VALLIE.
DUTCH GAVE ME $3,000.
DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MONEY THAT IS?
THAT'S A HANDSOME RANSOM.
YES, SIR.
I PROMISE--LET ME GO, AND I'LL BE
ON THE FIRST SMOKER TO PHILLY TONIGHT. I PROMISE!
THAT'S A NICE RING, VALLIE.
YOU GET THAT WITH THE MONEY THAT DUTCH GAVE YOU?
I GOT THAT FROM MY AUNT ELLIE, BUMPY.
THAT AIN'T NOTHING BUT A DIME-STORE TRINKET!
I'VE HAD IT FOR YEARS!
I AIN'T NEVER SEEN IT.
BUMPY, PLEASE!
YOU'S A MERCIFUL MAN!
SO, BUMPY, BUMPY, I'M BEGGING YOU.
PLEASE, BUMPY! LET ME GO, AND I'LL PROMISE I'LL BE
ON THE FIRST TRAIN TO PHILLY TONIGHT!
VALLIE?
I PROMISE! PLEASE! PLEASE!
VALLIE, COME ON. COME ON. GET UP.
BUMPY.
PLEASE, PLEASE, BUMPY.
YOU GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT.
YOU HEAR?
ALL RIGHT. GO ON. HAVE A SEAT.
ALL RIGHT. THANK YOU. THANK YOU, BUMPY.
HERE YOU GO.
GO ON, NOW. DRINK UP.
THANK YOU, BUMPY.
GOD BLESS YOU, BUMPY. GOD BLESS YOU, BUMPY.
(CUP RATTLING)
DIRT.
SSSSS...
SNAKE.
HUH.
HOW YOU DOING, VALLIE?
(CLOTH RIPS AND CUP SHATTERS)
(BIG BAND MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNORTING)
AAH!
GRR!
AAH!
(BAND PLAYING IT DON'T MEAN A THING)
GRR!
(DANCERS SCREAMING)
(APPLAUSE)
* IT DON'T MEAN A THING *
* IF IT AIN'T GOT THAT SWING *
IF ZIEGFELD DOESN'T PUT YOU
IN THE FRONT LINE OF HIS FUCKING CHORUS,
I'LL PUT HIS HEAD IN THE FUCKING MEAT GRINDER.
I SWEAR TO CHRIST I'LL FUCKING DO THAT.
YOU'D DO THAT FOR ME?
ISN'T HE ROMANTIC?
A REGULAR RUDY VALENTINO.
HA HA!
HEY, WHERE'S HE GOING?
HE THINKS HE OWNS THE JOINT. LEAVE HIM ALONE.
* ...EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT *
* IT DON'T MEAN A THING *
* IF IT AIN'T GOT THAT SWING *
HEY, OWNEY, LOOK WHAT I FUCKING GOT!
THERE'S NO COLORED ALLOWED IN HERE.
IT'S A NEW DAY, MOTHERFUCKER.
AAH!
OWNEY: HE'S THE GUY WHO GOT DUKE TO WORK THE CLUB.
HE'S PROBABLY JUST HERE TO COLLECT HIS FEE.
LOOK, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO GO
TO THE BACK DOOR TO COLLECT THE FEE.
WHAT THE HELL YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO ME?
DISREGARD THE FEE, OWNEY. I CAME TO TALK TO THE DUTCHMAN.
ALL RIGHT, YOU STRUCK A BLOW FOR THE NEGRO CAUSE--
THE FIRST NIGGER TO EVER MAKE IT INTO THE COTTON CLUB.
NOW GET OUT!
DO YOU KNOW MY MAN WHISPERS, OWNEY?
LIKE YOU AND I, HE'S A BIG FAN OF ELLINGTON.
I'M SURE HE WOULD APPRECIATE IT
IF YOU WOULD SIT DOWN AND TAKE IT EASY
FOR A FEW TICKS, HMM?
DUTCH, THAT WAS QUITE A PERFORMANCE.
I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT YOU PEOPLE HAD SUCH RHYTHM.
HMM.
HOW'S BUSINESS?
NOT BAD, BUT LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT YOURS.
YOUR BANK IS AT 351 LENOX AVENUE.
YOU'RE RUNNING POLICY OUT OF STORES
ON AMSTERDAM, ST. NICK, AND MADISON.
I'M HERE TO TELL YOU
YOU'RE SHUTTING YOUR OPERATIONS DOWN TOMORROW.
YOU DON'T, I SHUT YOU DOWN MYSELF.
IS THAT SO?
OH, THAT'S SO.
I THOUGHT ALL YOU, UH...
NIGGERS TRAVELED IN PACKS.
WHERE'S MY BUDDY--
VALLIE?
VALLIE HAD TO LEAVE TOWN IN A HURRY,
BUT HE LEFT SOMETHING FOR YOU.
HERE.
GO AHEAD. PICK YOURSELF A WINNER WITH THAT.
I'M GOING TO BE SICK.
OH, JESUS CHRIST.
BUMPY: YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
GET READY FOR YOUR FINAL THRILL.
OWNEY: NO! NOT IN HERE!
NO! NOT IN THE COTTON CLUB!
NO GUNS IN HERE! NO! OUTSIDE.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.
IT'S CURTAINS, DUTCH.
THE JIG IS UP.
DUTCH: YOU'RE A DEAD FUCKING NIGGER!
YOU HEAR ME?
YOU'RE DEAD!
YOU COME UPTOWN! YOU COME UPTOWN!
BRING FRANCINE WITH YOU! I'LL FUCK HER FOR YOU!
I HEAR SHE NEEDS IT!
I KNOW WHERE YOUR HIGH-YELLOW BITCH IS LIVING!
MAN: YOU BOYS...
DO LIKE I SAY TO.
THERE'S ENOUGH DYNAMITE
IN THESE 3 CRATES...
TO BLOW UP THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE.
I'VE SET THE TIMER FOR 7 MINUTES.
WHEN YOU'RE MAKING THE DROP,
PULL THE SWITCH.
7 MINUTES, AND THE BOMB GOES OFF, RIGHT?
HUH. I'M A PROFESSIONAL, MR. JOHNSON.
THE QUESTION AIN'T WHAT TIME THE BOMB IS GOING TO GO OFF.
IT'S WHETHER YOU BOYS
ARE GOING TO GET OUT BEFORE IT DOES.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
YEAH. WE FEATURE WHAT YOU'RE SAYING.
CALVIN: BUMP, HOW WE GOING TO SET THESE SUCKERS
WHEN DUTCH GOT ALL HIS MEN UPTOWN?
HIS MAIN LIQUOR WAREHOUSE IS DOWNTOWN.
HE'S A BEER BARON. THAT'S WHERE HE MAKES HIS LONGEST GREEN.
BUMP, ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT GOING DOWNTOWN
TO BLOW THIS MAN'S SHIT UP? DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING?
TOO RISKY.
BESIDES, THE QUEEN WILL BE AGAINST IT.
QUEEN AIN'T HERE, WHISPERS,
AND WHILE SHE AIN'T HERE, I'M CARRYING POWER.
OK.
CALVIN, I WANT YOU TO COVER THE BANK-- 30, 40 MEN.
GOT IT.
WHISPERS, I WANT YOU TO LOOK AFTER FRANCINE.
I'M TRUSTING YOU WITH HER LIFE.
ME AND ILLINOIS WILL MAKE THE DROP.
YEAH. ALL RIGHT.
THAT'S GOOD. I LIKE THAT.
YOU KNOW, I'M WITH YOU, COUSIN...
(UNSCREWING FLASK)
FROM THE WOMB TO THE TOMB.
WHAT'S THE MATTER?
I DON'T WANT TO DIE, BUMPY.
YOU REMEMBER WHEN I FIRST CAME UP HERE FROM SOUTH CAROLINA--
HOW SCARED I WAS? NEVER SEEN THAT MANY PEOPLE
IN ONE PLACE IN ALL MY LIFE. LIKE TO SCARE ME TO DEATH.
I REMEMBER, BUMPY. I'M NOT THAT OLD.
YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAID TO ME?
YEAH. I TOLD YOU I'D LOOK AFTER YOU
AND WOULDN'T LET NOTHING HAPPEN TO YOU.
ALL RIGHT, THEN. YOU LOOK ME SQUARE IN MY EYE
AND TELL ME THAT YOU THINK I'M CARRYING YOU
WITH ME DOWNTOWN THIS AFTERNOON SO YOU CAN DIE.
BUMPY, I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN.
I NEED YOU, COUSIN. SOME THINGS A MAN CAN'T DO ALONE.
I NEED MY MAN HARD DOWN WITH HIS BOOTS LACED UP.
ARE YOU WITH ME?
OK, BUMPY.
ILLINOIS: DID YOU SET THAT TIMER, COUSIN?
YEAH. WE GOT 7 MINUTES.
YOU GOT YOUR BOOTS LACED?
ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
YOU DON'T NEED NO LIQUOR, ILLINOIS.
LONG AS YOU WITH ME, YOU'RE SAFE, YOU HEAR?
OK.
WE CAN CELEBRATE LATER, RIGHT?
WHAT'S THIS SHIT HERE?
YEAST DELIVERY.
YEAST FOR THE BEER, SIR.
MAN: IT'S ALL CLEAN!
TAKE YOUR ASS ON IN THERE.
THANK YOU.
WE GOT 3 MINUTES.
MAN: YOU BOYS ARE LATE. YOU'RE SLOWING DOWN MY BREWERY!
WHERE THE HELL'S EUGENE?
UM, HE COULDN'T MAKE IT, SIR.
COME ON, MOVE YOUR ASSES!
GET THE YEAST ON THE DOCK.
MAN: JESUS CHRIST.
COME ON!
(MAN CLAPPING)
THAT'S IT, SIR.
JUST NEED YOU TO SIGN ON THE DOTTED LINE.
WE NEED TO BE GOING NOW.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, BOY?
NOTHING, BOSS. JUST, UH, WE'RE TIRED.
WE GOT ALL THESE DELIVERIES STILL TO MAKE.
STILL DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY EUGENE COULDN'T MAKE THE RUN.
HEAR TELL, SIR, EUGENE WENT OUT LAST NIGHT
AND GOT HIMSELF JUST AS DRUNK AS A FIDDLER'S BITCH.
THAT'S WHEN THEY CALLED US, SIR.
EUGENE'S A FUCKING MORMON. HE DON'T DRINK.
THAT'S THE PROBLEM. HE GOT HIMSELF KICKED OUT THE CHURCH.
MAN: HEY!
WHERE YOU GOING?
WE DON'T WANT NO TROUBLE, SIR.
LIKE I SAID, WE JUST GOT ALL THESE DELIVERIES.
YOU BOYS STAY PUT. I'M GOING TO GET THE BOSS.
DON'T MOVE.
YES, SIR.
HEY!
HIT THE GAS!
(GUNFIRE)
NOW, I'LL ASK YOU ONE MORE TIME.
WHERE IS HE?
I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW!
HEY, DUTCH, YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THAT.
(SOBBING)
HEY, BUB.
TOUGHEN UP A LITTLE, WILL YOU?
(CAT SCREECHES)
MAN: HEY THERE!
WHAT YOU DOING BACK THERE?
HEY, I'M TALKING TO YOU!
(KETTLE WHISTLING)
MARY?
OH!
MARY.
(SOBBING)
MARY.
DEWEY: I'VE GOT BODIES...
ALL OVER THE FRONT PAGE
OF THE DAILY NEWS.
I GOT THAT PANSY HOOVER CALLING ME
ASKING IF I NEED HIS HELP.
YOU'VE PUT MY DICK IN A WRINGER, FELLA.
DUTCH DIDN'T INSTIGATE THIS.
LET ME EXPLAIN SOMETHING TO YOU.
IF ONE CRAZY NEGRO
IS PROVOKED INTO COMING DOWNTOWN,
THEY'LL ALL COME.
I CAN'T AFFORD TO HAVE ALL OF HARLEM
CROSSING THE LINE BECAUSE OF YOU.
YOU GET THIS NUMBERS THING SETTLED,
OR I WILL LAUNCH AN INVESTIGATION
INTO EVERY SYNDICATE ACTIVITY
IN THE CITY OF NEW YORK.
DO YOU GET THAT?
YOU WOP PIMP.
(SINGING IN ITALIAN)
(WHISTLING)
THOUGHT IT WAS ABOUT TIME WE MEET, MR. JOHNSON.
I WAS HONORED BY YOUR INVITATION.
THANK YOU.
FRIEND OF MINE AT SING SING
TELLS ME YOU'RE QUITE A CHESS PLAYER.
YOU PARTAKE IN THE GAME?
NAH. ONLY IN ITS STRATEGIES.
(SPEAKS ITALIAN)
LET'S GO FOR A WALK.
YOU'RE IN GOOD HANDS, BOYS.
I LOVE THIS PLACE.
I WAS UNDER THE IMPRESSION
THAT YOU AND THE DUTCHMAN WERE PARTNERS.
DUTCH SCHULTZ--
HE HASN'T RECOGNIZED THAT A PARTNERSHIP
REQUIRES COMPROMISES.
I THINK YOU DO.
THIS IS ABOUT MONEY, MR. JOHNSON.
YOU GET A PIECE OF MY OPERATION,
WHAT ARE YOU PREPARED TO OFFER ME IN RETURN, MR. LUCIANO?
FOR STARTERS, POLITICAL CONNECTIONS--
THE KIND OF CONNECTIONS
THAT'LL KEEP YOU FROM SUFFERING
LIKE MADAME STEPHANIE ST. CLAIR.
A MAN WANTS TO BE SUCCESSFUL IN THIS BUSINESS,
HE HAS TO MAKE ALLIANCES.
YOU GOT JUDGES?
EVEN BETTER.
SPECIAL PROSECUTOR.
THOMAS DEWEY?
HE'S AS GREEDY AS THE REST OF THEM.
(SEA GULLS CALLING)
I APPRECIATE YOUR OFFER, BUT MY ANSWER IS NO.
I'M STRICTLY AN INDEPENDENT OPERATOR.
SO BE IT.
BUT YOUR MOVE DOWNTOWN
AFFECTS ME AS WELL AS MR. SCHULTZ.
IT WAS A CLEVER GAMBLE, MR. JOHNSON,
YOUR BREWERY JOB,
BUT NOW A MEETING'S REQUIRED TO DISCUSS THESE PROBLEMS.
THE DUTCHMAN AND I ARE PAST THE POINT OF DISCUSSION.
THIS IS NOT A REQUEST.
I'LL CALL YOU WITH THE TIME.
DUTCH: WHAT CAN I DO YOU FOR?
THIS THING BETWEEN YOU AND MR. JOHNSON
HAS GONE WAY PAST BEDTIME.
LUCKY, WHY DO YOU GIVE A FUCK WHAT HAPPENED IN MY LIQUOR WAREHOUSE?
AIN'T GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU AND YOUR WHORE BUSINESS.
IF TOM DEWEY CLAMPS DOWN, IT AFFECTS ALL OF US.
WELL, I'M THE GUY DEWEY'S HAVING WET DREAMS ABOUT.
EXACTLY.
YOUR NUMBERS RACKET HAS HIM LOOKING TO OPEN UP A PATENT
ON ALL OUR BUSINESS IN NEW YORK CITY.
YOU GET ME OUT OF FUCKING BED FOR THIS?
WHAT'S THE OTHER NEWS OF THE DAY?
ROOSEVELT RUNNING FOR REELECTION?
CLOSE.
I WANT TO BRING MR. JOHNSON TO OUR TABLE.
WE DO NOT BRING THAT NIGGER INTO MY PRESENCE.
WE'RE HAVING A SIT-DOWN, DUTCH,
AND WE'RE GOING TO SETTLE THINGS.
THIS IS YOUR FUCKING STRATEGY?
MY STRATEGY IS TO KEEP THINGS IN ORDER.
MY RESPONSIBILITY IS THE BIGGER PICTURE.
AND WHAT IF I SAY NO?
DOES FREDO SEND HIS MATTRESS BOYS TO MY HOUSE
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING NIGHT?
I'M WARNING YOU, LUCIANO. DON'T FUCK WITH ME.
YOU BEEN OUTVOTED.
OK. HAVE IT YOUR WAY.
BRING HIM TO THE FUCKING TABLE.
SHIT, HAVE HIM OVER FOR FUCKING DINNER, FOR ALL I CARE.
HEY, CECIL, PULL THE FUCK OVER!
WHERE YOU GOING? LET ME BUY YOU AN ICE CREAM.
I'M GOING TO THE LIBRARY.
GOING TO TAKE OUT THAT BOOK YOU BEEN READING--
HOW TO FUCK FRIENDS AND IRRITATE PEOPLE.
MADAME QUEEN: IT LOOK LIKE THE PAROLE BOARD
GOING TO LET ME OUT ANY DAY NOW.
THEN WE'LL HAVE A CELEBRATION.
ALL OF THEM DOWN NEXT SATURDAY.
YOU'LL BE HAPPY TO KNOW THAT THE BANK
IS MAKING MORE MONEY NOW THAN EVER BEFORE.
I'LL TAKE POSSESSION OF ME BANK.
YOU WILL NO LONGER WORK FOR THE QUEEN.
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE. YOU LIED!
I WASN'T ABLE TO KEEP THAT PROMISE.
WE HAD TO FIGHT FOR THE BANK.
THE DUTCHMAN WASN'T GOING TO LET UP.
NON, VILAIN.
YOU'RE NOT GOING TO LET UP.
I CAN SEE THAT NOW.
LOOK, I'VE BEEN INVITED
TO THE SYNDICATE TABLE
BY MR. LUCIANO.
DON'T THAT COUNT FOR NOTHING?
WHAT ABOUT LIFE?
DOESN'T LIFE COUNT FOR ANYTHING?
YOU ASKED ME TO TAKE CONTROL OF THE BANK
WHILE YOU WERE GONE.
I DID THAT AND KEPT IT OUT
OF THE DUTCHMAN'S HANDS.
NOW, YOU WANT TO COME BACK AND RUN IT WITH ME,
I WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS,
BUT WE WILL DO IT TOGETHER.
SO I GUESS YOU THE KING NOW, EH?
LONG LIVE THE KING!
BUMPY: LOVEY, WHY AREN'T YOU DRESSED?
I TOLD SAM AND THEM WE WERE GOING TO MEET THEM
OVER AT THE SUGAR CANE CLUB IN HALF AN HOUR NOW.
WE'RE HAVING SUPPER.
BUMPY, I'M LEAVING YOU.
YOU'RE LEAVING ME?
YES.
HOLD ON A FEW TICKS.
YOU GOING? TAKE THAT WITH YOU.
AND THAT, TOO.
I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR TROPHIES!
OH, YOU DON'T WANT ANY?
IT WAS WRONG FOR ME TO TAKE THEM IN THE FIRST PLACE!
OH, IT WAS, WAS IT?
YOU TOOK THEM NEVERTHELESS, DIDN'T YOU?
TAKE IT ALL!
I DON'T WANT ANY OF THIS SHIT!
YOU WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE!
YOU GO TO HELL!
YOU'RE PLAYING WITH FIRE.
YOU AND YOUR NOBLE IDEAS!
AND ALL YOUR PROMISES!
YOU LIED TO ME!
YOU LIED TO YOURSELF, FRANCINE,
WHEN YOU LEFT THAT STIFF IN THE BATHROOM.
YOU ARE JUST LIKE DUTCH SCHULTZ!
YOU'RE A PIG! IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU,
MARY WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!
YEAH! I SAID IT! YOU'RE A PIG!
OH, ARE YOU GOING TO HIT ME NOW, HUH? BUMPY, COME ON.
COME ON. HIT ME.
WHY?
FRANCINE, YOU USED TO BE--
WELL, YOU USED TO BE A HUMAN BEING.
YOU USED TO BE THE MAN I LOVED.
WILL YOU SIT DOWN?
I--I'VE BEEN SITTING DOWN TOO LONG.
I GOT TO GO.
YEAH. WELL...
DON'T FORGET YOUR GOOD BOOK.
YOU USED TO WRITE ME POETRY...
ELLSWORTH.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
MAKE SURE NOTHING HAPPENS TO HER.
BUT I'M A POLICE CAPTAIN,
FOR THE LOVE OF MIKE!
HOW'S IT GOING TO LOOK IF I'M SEEN
RUNNING AROUND WITH A NIGGER?
THAT'S ALL THE "NIGGERS"
I'M GOING TO TAKE FROM YOU, FOLEY.
WHAT'D YOU SAY TO ME?
I SAID THAT'S ALL THE "NIGGERS"
I'M GOING TO TAKE FROM YOU, FOLEY.
THAT'S ONE MORE THAN I'LL TAKE.
I DON'T RIDE WITH NIGGERS IN MY CAR.
DUTCH: ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!
HEWLETT, SIT DOWN.
JACK?
YES?
WE GO BACK 15 YEARS,
BUT I'LL CUT YOUR HEAD OFF
AND DROP IT IN THE RIVER.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?
YOU WANT TO TEST ME?
HEWLETT, I OWN YOU. YOU DO AS I TELL YOU.
NOW, PUT ASIDE YOUR DIFFERENCES FOR THE TIME BEING.
WE GOT A JOB TO DO.
SHAKE HANDS.
THAT'S VERY NICE.
TRUCE. FUCKING BEAUTIFUL.
(WHISPERS) JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH!
HEY, HEWLETT.
WHY DON'T YOU TAKE SOME OF THIS STUFF HOME WITH YOU?
ME AND FOLEY-- WE DIDN'T EVEN FINISH THE PASTRAMI SANDWICHES.
NO, DUTCH. THAT AIN'T NECESSARY.
IT'S JUST GOING TO GO IN THE GARBAGE OTHERWISE.
YOU GOT ALL THEM GRANDKIDS TO FEED.
IT AIN'T NECESSARY.
DON'T BE PROUD.
WRAP UP THE SCRAPS AND TAKE THEM HOME.
THANK YOU, DUTCH.
IT AIN'T NOTHING.
(PIANO PLAYING)
LEAVE ME ALONE.
CALVIN: HERE. HERE. HERE.
TAKE IT EASY. TAKE IT EASY.
CAN'T YOU SEE WE TRYING TO PLAY A GAME?
IT BE OK.
OH, I SEE.
YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT I SEE?
I DONE SEEN MORE PEOPLE DIE IN THE LAST 6 MONTHS
THAN I HAVE IN MY WHOLE LIFE.
NOW, YOU LEAVE ME ALONE
AND LET ME GO PLAY MY SONG FOR MISS MARY.
I UNDERSTAND YOU'RE UPSET ABOUT PIGFOOT DYING.
MARY!
THAT'S HER NAME!
AND YOU DON'T GIVE A GOOD GODDAMN ABOUT HER, NO WAY.
YOU COULDN'T EVEN COME TO THE GODDAMN FUNERAL!
I PAID MY RESPECTS.
OH, THEM FUNKY-ASS FLOWERS DON'T MEAN A GODDAMN THING!
THEY DON'T MEAN SHIT!
YOU SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT YOUR BLACK ASS OVER THERE!
ME WALKING INTO CHURCH AND YOU CARRYING ON
AIN'T GONNA BRING MARY BACK, IS IT?
LET ME ASK YOU SOMETHING.
HOW MANY OF THE GENERAL'S FOOT SOLDIERS GOT TO DIE
BEFORE YOU SEE THAT THEY PLAYING YOU
JUST LIKE I'M PLAYING THAT RAGGEDY-ASS PIANO?
DUTCH GOT NIGGERS WORKING FOR HIM.
WE KILL THEM,
AND IT ALL WORK OUT
SO WE ALL JUST KILLING EACH OTHER.
ANY NIGGER FOOL ENOUGH TO WORK FOR THE DUTCHMAN
DESERVE TO DIE.
HOW YOU SOUND?
YOU THINK INNOCENT PEOPLE DESERVE TO DIE?
TYRONE?
MY MARY?
YOU THERE LIKE YOU AIN'T GOT NOTHING TO SAY TO ME.
LET'S SEE WHAT MR. SPEAKER GOT TO SAY.
HE ALWAYS GOT A WORD FOR YOU.
ILLY!
COME ON! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME! HUH?
TAKE IT EASY NOW!
IT'S ALL RIGHT. TURN HIM LOOSE.
I WISH I NEVER GAVE YOU THAT MOTHERFUCKING GUN.
OOH, I'M SORRY. I SHOULDN'T HAVE CUSSED.
YOU NEED TO GO HOME.
YOU DRUNK ON THAT KING KONG.
YEAH. YOU DRUNK ON YOURSELF.
ILLINOIS, DON'T LET ME RAISE UP
AND COME OVER THERE AND PUT MY HANDS ON YOU, MAN.
THAT'S HOW YOU TALK TO ME NOW?
HUH?
YOU TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT?
I DONE TOLD YOU! TAKE YOUR DRUNK ASS HOME!
ALL RIGHT, THEN.
I'M GOING TO DO WHAT YOU SAY.
OLD ILLINOIS A GOOD SOLDIER.
ALWAYS DO WHAT GENERAL BUMPY SAY.
BUT LET ME PUT THIS ON YOUR MIND.
YOU SMOKE THIS OVER.
WHEN YOU'RE GOING DOWN YOUR LIST OF ACCOMPLISHMENTS...
HARLEM USED TO BE STILL AND SILENT AT NIGHT.
YOU CAN THANK YOURSELF FOR THE WAY IT IS NOW, HMM?
I'M THROUGH, COUSIN.
YOU CAN FIGHT THIS WAR BY YOUR GODDAMN SELF NOW.
I'M THROUGH.
I'M LIKE JACK THE BEAR'S BROTHER--
CAN'T GO NO FURTHER.
THERE. SEE? GOOD. NOW YOU GOT TWO GUNS.
I'M GOING TO HOLD ON TO THIS FOR YOU, BEAR.
COME ON.
TELL ME A JOKE.
COME ON, ILLY.
TELL WHISPERS A JOKE.
WE THE JOKE, WHISPERS.
YOU DON'T HEAR DUTCH LAUGHING?
TINY!
TINY...
LET'S HAVE A TALK.
COME ON OVER.
(IN IRISH ACCENT) OFFICER FOLEY!
I'M JUST FUCKING WITH YOU.
I DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD DO THAT, TINY.
YOU'RE RIGHT.
YOU THE LAW.
I BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU.
WELL, SEE HOW LUCKY YOU ARE? HERE I AM.
I GOT SOME GOOD NEWS FOR YOU.
YOU, TOO.
I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW
THAT FROM NOW ON,
YOU WON'T HAVE NO MORE TROUBLE
OUT OF ILLINOIS GORDON.
THAT'S RIGHT.
I WASH MY HANDS.
I'M THROUGH.
I'M OUT.
TINY, DO YOU HAVE TROUBLE LEARNING, SON?
NO, SIR.
WELL, THEY SHOULD HAVE TAUGHT YOU A LONG TIME AGO
THAT ONCE YOU'RE IN, YOU CAN'T GET OUT.
THEY SHOULD HAVE.
GET YOUR ASS IN THERE. GET YOUR ASS IN!
I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!
GET YOUR ASS IN!
YOU'RE MAKING IT AWFULLY HARD ON YOURSELF, SON,
SO I'LL ASK YOU AGAIN.
WHERE DID YOU HIDE THE POLICY SLIPS?
WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE A GO?
THAT'S YOU.
IT IS ME, ISN'T IT?
THAT IT IS.
I--I SEE WHY BUMPY DON'T GO TO CHURCH, BUB.
WHAT?
KILL OR...
OR BE...
OR BE KILLED.
JESUS CHRIST, FOLEY.
HE AIN'T GONNA TALK.
LET HIM GO.
OH, YES, HE IS.
HE'S GOING TO TALK.
YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANT TO HAVE A GO?
I'M GONE.
SUIT YOURSELF.
NOW...
WE BOTH KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO TALK, DON'T WE?
BECAUSE I WILL RAM THIS CORKSCREW UP YOUR NOSTRILS
TILL I POP YOUR EYEBALLS OUT.
YOU KNOW I'LL DO IT, DON'T YOU?
O-OK. OK.
OK.
SO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL ME, THEN, HUH?
ALL RIGHT. WHAT IS IT?
MY...
MY COUSIN...
WHAT? WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU.
MY COUSIN...
IS GOING TO FUCK YOU UP REAL BAD...
(AS FOLEY) OFFICER FOLEY.
JOHNNY: THE DIVIDING LINE COULD CONCEIVABLY BE
135th STREET RUNNING EAST TO WEST
AND LENOX AVENUE RUNNING NORTH TO SOUTH.
MR. SCHULTZ WOULD TAKE ONE TERRITORY,
AND MR. JOHNSON THE OTHER.
I CAN'T ACCEPT ANY PROPOSAL THAT ALLOWS MR. SCHULTZ
TO CONTINUE TO OPERATE FREELY IN HARLEM.
AS I SAID BEFORE, I HAVE NO QUARREL WITH ANY OF YOU GENTLEMEN,
BUT IF MR. SCHULTZ INSISTS ON COMING UPTOWN,
I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO MAKE MY PRESENCE FELT DOWNTOWN.
WELL, YOU REALIZE THAT SUCH A COURSE OF ACTION
WOULD BRING ABOUT YOUR DEMISE.
DUTCH HAS BEEN TRYING TO BRING ABOUT MY DEMISE
FOR QUITE SOME TIME.
I'M NOT DUTCH.
YEAH. YOU LUCKY.
YOU GOT NUTS THE SIZE OF WATERMELONS.
DUTCH.
ENOUGH WITH THE COMPLIMENTS.
PERHAPS YOU GENTLEMEN NEED SOME MORE TIME
TO CONSIDER MY PROPOSAL.
WE AIN'T GOT TO CONSIDER A FUCKING THING.
YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED,
IF YOU'LL PARDON THE EXPRESSION.
YOU'RE PRETTY SMART FOR A NIGGER.
YEAH. SO ARE YOU.
OH, THAT'S GOOD. THAT'S GOOD.
INSULT THE MAN THAT HOLDS YOUR DESTINY BETWEEN HIS FINGERS.
SO YOU GOT SOME SLIPS.
I'LL BEAT THE RAP HANDS DOWN.
OH, LIKE THE GLORIOUS MADAME QUEEN OF POLICY?
MY JUDGE IS SENDING YOUR BLACK ASS TO FUCKING JAIL.
JESUS CHRIST!
YOUR MOVE.
BUMP?
YEAH?
ILLINOIS WAS THE ONLY ONE BESIDES YOU
WHO KNEW WHERE THEM SLIPS WAS HIDDEN, MAN.
THAT DON'T MAKE HIM A STOOL PIGEON, CALVIN.
BUMP?
YEAH?
WE FOUND HIM.
CALVIN: THAT OLD BRICK-PRESSER OVER THERE
SAID HE SAW A COP STRING HIM UP.
THE COP HAD CAPTAIN'S BARS.
KISS IT AGAIN.
OH, YEAH.
OH, GOD LOVE YOU, GIRL.
OH, YES.
AYE. YOU DO IT SO GOOD.
WOMAN: THANK YOU, BABY.
OH, YES, YES, YES, YES.
HEY.
WHAT'D YOU PUT IT AWAY FOR?
YOU CAN'T-- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
YOU CAN'T STOP N--
JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH.
WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.
LET ME AT LEAST PUT MY PANTS ON FIRST. NO!
AAH!
HEY, BUB.
YOU TOUCH ILLINOIS?
NO.
I SAID DID YOU
PUT YOUR HANDS ON MY FAMILY?
I SAID FUCK, NO!
YOU DIDN'T DO NOTHING TO STOP IT, THOUGH.
IF THERE'S BLOOD ON MY HANDS, THERE'S BLOOD ON YOURS, TOO.
YOU AIN'T NO BETTER THAN ME.
HOW YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT, OLD MAN?
HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW I SLEEP AT ALL?
YOU OWE ME.
YOU AIN'T NO BETTER THAN ME!
SIT DOWN.
YOUR MAN SAID YOU HAD A PROPOSAL.
IF THE DUTCHMAN WINS,
EVERYBODY IN HARLEM LOSES,
INCLUDING YOU AND ME.
GO ON.
SMOKE THIS OVER.
WHEN I WENT IN THE JOINT,
YOU RAN THE FIERCEST GANG IN HARLEM.
I COME OUT, YOU WORKING FOR THE DUTCHMAN.
WITH EVERYTHING THAT'S BEEN GOING ON
FOR THE LAST YEAR AND A HALF,
I START THINKING.
HOW'D THE DUTCHMAN GET SO HIGH UP ON THE LADDER?
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
WHY THE CHANGE OF HEART?
I GOT NO CHOICE.
DUTCHMAN'S GOT ME BOXED IN,
AND FRANKLY, I NEED YOUR CONNECTIONS
SO I DON'T TAKE THE FALL FOR THOSE POLICY SLIPS HE'S HOLDING OVER MY HEAD.
BESIDES, A COLORED MAN DON'T STAND MUCH OF A CHANCE
BUYING TOM DEWEY.
TOM DEWEY WOULD TAKE A PAYMENT FROM AN AARDVARK.
I COULD ALSO USE YOUR MUSCLE TO KEEP THE DUTCHMAN OFF MY BACK.
YOU KNOW THAT THE TERMS
OF OUR PARTNERSHIP NOW AT THIS JUNCTURE
WOULD BE QUITE SEVERE.
A WISE MAN ONCE TOLD ME, MR. LUCIANO,
THAT IF A MAN WANTS TO SUCCEED IN THIS BUSINESS,
HE HAS TO MAKE ALLIANCES.
NICE.
CECIL: SHOULD I DRIVE AROUND THE YARD
ONCE AGAIN, MR. LUCIANO?
ONE MORE TIME, CECIL.
HOW CAN I GET ASSURANCES
THAT YOU'RE GOING TO PLAY ON THE SQUARE?
YOU HAVE YOUR ACCOUNTANT COME BY MY CONTROLLER'S HOUSE THIS AFTERNOON,
SAY, AROUND 3:00.
I'LL LET HIM GO OVER THE BOOKS,
THE RUNNERS, ROUTES, SLIPS, EVERYTHING.
YOU KNOW, A FUNNY THING ABOUT DUTCH--
HE'S WORTH, UH, $3 MILLION...
EASY.
YOU'D THINK A GUY MAKING THAT KIND OF DOUGH
WOULD TAKE CARE AND MAKE HIMSELF LOOK PROPER.
NICE CLOTHES, GOOD HAIRCUT.
INSTEAD, HE LOOKS LIKE A VAGRANT HALF THE TIMES.
BUYS HIS SUITS OFF THE RACK AT WANNAMAKER'S.
IF YOU DON'T KNOW, YOU DON'T KNOW.
DO YOU KNOW, MR. JOHNSON?
I BELIEVE I DO.
THEN WHAT HAPPENED?
MR. LUCIANO-- HE DON'T THINK I BE LISTENING,
B-B-BUT I BE HEARING EVERY WORD THEY BE SAYING,
ON ACCOUNT I GOT THE PARTITION. IT'S CRACKED.
GO ON.
BUMPY JOHNSON SAY HE NEED A PARTNER
TO HELP HIM BEAT YOU FOR THE NUMBERS.
AND?
BUMPY JOHNSON ASKED MR. LUCIANO TO HAVE MR. JOHNNY DI--
THE FELLA THAT'S GOOD WITH FIGURES--
TO MEET HIM THIS AFTERNOON
SO HE CAN GO OVER HIS BOOKS.
TAKE THE YARD.
YES, SIR.
THANK YOU, MR. SCHULTZ.
AND IF YOU'RE RIGHT,
THERE'S MORE WHERE THAT COME FROM.
YOU WON'T SAY NOTHING TO MR. LUCIANO,
WILL YA?
MY LIPS ARE SEALED.
THANK YOU, SIR.
CECIL?
YES, SIR?
IF YOU'RE LYING,
YOU KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO TO YOU, RIGHT?
YES, SIR, I KNOW.
SO LONG AS YOU KNOW.
YES, SIR.
EVERYBODY KNOW.
DON'T IT JUST FIGURE?
COLORED AND A DAGO PARTNERED UP.
SICILIANS...
THEY'RE NEARLY NIGGERS ANYWAYS.
THEY'RE, UH... DARK-COMPLECTED BASTARDS.
TAKING ON LUCKY...
WE'RE GONNA BE IN A WHOLE LOT OF SHIT.
WHAT'S UP, BUB?
NOTHING.
YOU GOING SOFT?
I'M BEHIND YOU, DUTCH...100%.
GOOD WORK, CECIL. PRESENT FROM BUMPY.
HERE WE GO.
HOLD IT.
WE CAN WAIT.
THERE'S FIGURES. LET'S GO.
HEY, JOHNNY, HOW YOU DOING?
HEY, DUTCH. HOW YOU DO--
AAH!
YOU LITTLE PRICK.
OHH.
HEY, VENICE, GO BACK DOWN AND WATCH THE DOOR.
IS THIS IT?
PLEASE, PLEASE!
YES!
NOTHING.
WHERE IS HE?
I DON'T KNOW, DUTCH.
WHAT'S 235?
I DON'T KNOW.
YOU DON'T KNOW?
235.
IT MEANS DEATH.
PLEASE, DUTCH, I'M ONLY AN ACCOUNTANT.
YOU LET ME LIVE, I'LL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER--
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
UH!
WHAT'S OUR NEXT MOVE, MR. LUCIANO?
I GOT A SURPRISE FOR LITTLE ARTHUR FLEGENHEIMER.
LET'S GO.
DEWEY'S OFFICE-- THIS WAY.
QUICKLY.
SCHULTZ: WHERE'S HEWLETT?
MAN: HE'S STILL LOOKING FOR BUMPY JOHNSON.
HE WANTED THAT 4,000 YOU PROMISED.
YOU KNOW, IT JUST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO ME.
I DON'T EVER SEE THAT JIGABOO
MAKING A DEAL WITH A WHITE GUY.
I MEAN, EVEN IF HE'S A SICILIAN.
YEAH, WELL, THAT'S 'CAUSE YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT.
HE NEVER HAD NO INTENTION.
HE SET ME UP FOR A WAR WITH LUCIANO.
AND THAT'S PRETTY SMART FOR A NIGGER.
YEAH.
WELL, IF LUCIANO WANTS A FUCKING WAR,
I'LL SPLATTER THIS FUCKING CITY WITH HIS BLOOD.
I'M GONNA TAKE A PISS.
OK, DUTCH.
WHAT DO YOU WANT? I'M FUCKING BUSY HERE.
YOU GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME.
THEY SEND YOU.
(EXHALES)
IT'S DONE.
WHERE'S THE MONEY?
AAH!
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
HELLO.
I WANT TO TELL YOU THIS MYSELF.
BUMPY JOHNSON JUST MADE ME A VERY WEALTHY MAN.
HE TOOK CARE OF THE DUTCH SCHULTZ PROBLEM,
AND HE USED YOU TO DO IT.
NOT THAT YOU WOULD HAVE OCCASION TO,
BUT IF I WERE YOU, LUCKY, I'D NEVER GO TO HARLEM.
(DEWEY HANGS UP)
HA HA HA!
(THUNDER)
THE DUTCHMAN'S DEAD.
DID THOMAS DEWEY GET HIS MONEY?
YES.
CECIL GET HIS CUT?
YES.
LOOKS LIKE THE QUEEN HAS THE BANK BACK.
THAT'S THE WAY IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE.
WHAT YOU GONNA DO, BUMPY?
I GOT SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS TO TAKE CARE OF.
WHAT ABOUT YOU?
I'M GONNA GET SOME SLEEP.
THANKS.
CHOIR: * HOW SWEET THE SOUND
* THAT SAVED A WRETCH
* LIKE ME
* I ONCE
* WAS LOST
WOMAN: ALLELUIA!
* BUT NOW
* I'M FOUND
* WAS BLIND
* BUT NOW I SEE
* GRACE THAT BROUGHT
YEAH! * GRACE THAT BROUGHT *
* GRACE THAT BROUGHT
* BROUGHT ME SAFE *
* SAFE THUS FAR
* AND, OH, GRACE
* IT WILL LEAD
* IT'S GONNA LEAD ME HOME *
* YES, IT IS