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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 f***ing neck ache.

- There's your money.

Plus two in interest on

the loan, like we agreed.

- Yeah, but I don't consider

that a f***ing loan, Henry.

That was an investment.

It's my belief that investment entitles me

to a piece of the f***ing bank.

We're partners, Henry.

English.

- No, no, no, no, I know you

since you were selling sh*t-piss

needle beer in the Bronx,

and you're still the same.

- Henry, Henry, Henry, Henry.

- Oh, no, you might have pulled this sh*t

on a motherfucking negro, a Willy Brunder,

and Big Joe Eisen, but

that's because those bankers,

they ain't got no balls.

I've got balls as big as you!

- Big balls,

no brains.

- Jesus!

I don't feel comfortable here.

- Relax.

- I don't think the mayor'd

be particularly happy

to know that his special prosecutor

is having a meeting in

Mr. Luciano's valeur.

- Why don't you ask him?

He's on the second floor right now.

This month's contributions.

- Fine.

We have a problem.

- That valise is not big enough?

- I'm talking about Arthur Flegenheimer.

- 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.

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 make a dime

these days is running numbers.

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.

- My boy is back.

- Whispers, you ain't never had no loot

but you still my favorite boot.

- Oh, it's real good to see you, Bump.

You're late, Illinois.

- Surprise!

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