The Secret Six Page #2

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Honest, I can't.

I just bought a truckload

from Colimo.

You'll be buying it

from us from now on.

But I'll tell you boys,

I ain't got the Jack.

Get it.

I don't know.

I'll see what I've got

in the...Cash register.

You better make it snappy.

After that phone call,

why, there's liable to be

a little mess around here.

Yes, sir.

We're takin' too much territory.

Hello, Eddie.

Hello, Johnny.

What do you want?

Muscling in, huh?

Yeah, what of it?

Well, I think you guys

better be moving along.

Yeah?

Now, ain't that too bad?

We had to use the rods.

They opened up on us.

I got Colimo's kid brother Ivan.

Smiling Joe Colimo's

going to have

a lot more respect

for you boys after this.

What do you think

we ought to do?

Keep quiet, keep quiet.

Forced to shoot

in self-defense.

It's that simple.

You better beat it

down to pier 14

and stop the Gettle brothers

from bringing in that load.

What do you think I am,

a messenger boy?

Beat it.

Colimo-- he's downstairs.

He's comin' up!

Get back on those

choppers, quick!

Remember one thing--

don't give in an inch.

Our gang is nearly

as strong as his,

and he knows it.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Good evening, Newton.

There's a couple of choppers

lookin' at you, Colimo,

so you better watch your step.

I got plenty of my own lookin'

at this whole town of Centro.

You know what

I'm here for, Franks.

Who got my brother?

Turn him over to me.

I wouldn't turn

his dog over to you.

So you'd rather have

us pick you off?

Ivan was a nice kid.

I'm sorry about that.

This is the last time

I'm asking you, Franks--

who got my brother?

And if I turn him over to you?

That's all I want.

I'll take care of him myself.

The guy you're lookin' for

just left here.

You'll find him

on pier 14 right now.

He's wearing a camel's

hair coat and a derby hat.

If you double-cross

me, Franks...

I didn't want to rat

on my pal, Newton,

but I thought it'd be better

if we didn't have

any trouble with Joe.

He's gonna come around

our way of thinkin'.

My pal Johnny Franks...

Put me on the spot, huh?

Well, they--

they winged me.

I'm glad

they didn't get you, kid.

Thanks, Johnny.

Have a little drink,

and I'll get you a sawbones.

Naw, where's my bottle of milk?

Didn't you expect me back?

Don't be crazy, slaughterhouse.

Have a little drink of Brandy.

It'll do you good.

Thanks, Johnny, ol' pal.

Go ahead and shoot,

if you've got the nerve.

I'll never turn my back to you.

You listen to me,

slaughterhouse.

You won't shoot me because I'm

going to save your neck...

For reasons of my own.

Yes?

Not a chance!

Give me your gun.

What for?

Never mind!

Give me your gun.

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