Ruby Page #2

A long engagement at the Sands Hotel

in Las Vegas, Nevada...

ladies and gentlemen...

Miss Candy Cane.

Hello, boys!

You know about this big hit in Chicago.

Action Jackson's a friend of yours.

You and him were close in the old days,

or so you told me.

They hung him on a hook

and tortured him with a prod.

- Bled to death.

- Yeah? That's terrible.

You know who done that?

Give me a break.

That's Chicago, this is Dallas.

Listen to me.

You know Dave and Alby Wolf

at the Embassy Club?

- Leave it with Dave and Alby Wolf, will you?

- They steal my girls.

You check his liquor license?

And his amateur nights?

Amateur nights

for which they don't have to pay nothing?

You're supposed to be getting stuff

for the Bureau...

not come crying to me

about Dave and Alby Wolf.

You feds get right on my tits.

Last month, I told you Dave Wolf

is agitating in the union.

We checked Wolf.

Just because he's paying a stripper $20

don't make him a communist.

What the hell else does it make him?

This is not about communists.

- What the f*** is it about?

- Organized crime.

- I'm talking to you, Jack.

- Yeah, organized crime.

Don't start telling me that it don't exist.

It's all over the TV,

what with these Senate hearings.

Director's going crazy in Washington.

What makes you come to me?

Jack Ruby, hardworking club owner.

Your club's in deep sh*t,

so don't give me none of that.

If your club wasn't up sh*t creek,

you wouldn't be an informant for the FBI.

You think the monkey nuts you give me

keeps my club afloat?

Besides, haven't you heard?

I got the hottest new act in Texas.

My takings is going sky-high.

I don't need no FBI.

Our director, Hoover, has issued a directive.

Organized crime.

All since that cocksucker went on TV.

That equipment you got from me,

you still got it?

That equipment?

That's second-rate. I mean, look at that.

Come up with something smarter than that.

Yeah, well, the government

gave you this equipment.

Now use it.

Carousel.

Jack.

Louie?

You heard what happened to Action.

Yeah, that was bad.

Makes room for you, Jack.

Action was going to run an errand.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Something I can do in his place, poor guy?

Pack some bags.

- You're going on a vacation.

- Yeah?

We're gonna give you a shot, Jack.

Hey, Ronnie!

Where did you find her, Jack?

She's something else.

Ain't that your dispatcher, Ronnie?

- I'm hungry.

- Chicken soup, beef broth.

- Thank you.

- They make it good here.

Like my act?

I never knowed anybody

that learned to dance so quick.

It ain't dancing, it's stripping.

Let's not be too coy about it.

Truth is, Mr. Ruby, I can sing a bit, too.

I can't make you out.

Kid in a bus station, sweet and beautiful.

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