Gangster Squad Page #2

I need a husband.

So you do not have permission

to go belly-flop on a grenade.

Not when we're expecting company.

Do you read me?

Yeah.

COHEN:

Whores don't grow on trees.

They're like mustangs.

You gotta catch them wild...

...and break them before you train them

to do tricks.

Means I need a quiet place where I can

keep the girls locked up.

Keep them hopped up on Mexican dope.

Watch your jacket, it's filthy here.

But this cop comes out of nowhere

like an early frost.

(WOMEN GROANING)

And now my whole crop of c*nt

is ruined.

Mr. Cohen, I swear to God...

You're talking to God, Mitch,

so you might as well swear to me.

I swear, if it hadn't been for that cop,

this would have never happened.

You think I'm sore about that cop?

Hell no.

He's a square Joe, the guy.

Rescues a damsel in distress.

Goddamn hero is what he is.

They should put a medal on him.

We're gonna have to find a whole

new place. Start over again.

It's like they say:

"All good things must one day be burnt

to the ground for the insurance money."

(MEN CHUCKLING)

Mr. Cohen, thank you so much.

I swear it won't ever happen again.

I know it won't, kid.

RACINE:

Whoa. Karl, what are you doing?

MOLINARI:

Let us out of here!

(ALL SCREAMING)

PETE:

Hey!

Hey, Jerry. Want a shine?

JERRY:

Hey, Pete, you want a shiner? Go to bed.

PETE:

Come on, I'm a working man just like you.

How many times I gotta tell you?

When it gets dark, go home.

I'd love to, but I gotta make just

one more buck before I can get out of here.

- If I give you a dollar, will you go home?

- Yeah.

- Do you promise?

- I promise.

Beat it.

PETE:

Shine? Want a shine?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

DOORMAN:

Go ahead, detective.

(BAND PLAYING "MR. FIVE BY FIVE")

JERRY:
Hey, sugar.

WOMAN 1:
Hey, Jerry.

WOMAN 2:
(SINGING)

Here comes Mr. Five By Five

JERRY:

Ladies.

WOMAN 2:
(SINGING)

Solid avoirdupois

Mr. Five By Five

He's 5 feet tall and he's 5 feet wide

He don't measure no more from head to toe

Than he do from side to side

Mr. Five By Five

Jack. Fancy seeing you here.

JACK:

Fancy that.

JERRY:

You look sharp.

JACK:
Take a pew.

- Yeah, okay.

How's it going, pal?

You got a steak la carte back there

with your name on it.

You're a peach.

Figure you must be starving.

You haven't picked a winner in what,

six weeks?

- Five.

- My boss can help you out with that.

You know we fix the damn races, right?

All you gotta do is ask me.

First, Jack, you're not allowed

to tell me that.

Second of all, you know I have

a warrant for your arrest, right?

- So, what's the charge?

- Usury.

What the hell is usury?

Loansharking.

Do you want me to pull it out?

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes