Black Caesar Page #3

Isn't that right, Tommy?

I understand you're well-connected

at the city hall, Mr Coleman.

Have you ever heard of

a man called Gusick?

He's been the bagman...

for certain... public servants...

since I was a snot-nosed kid.

What happened is the families

that had been making the payoff

have finally demanded an accounting.

An audit, you might say.

Don't tell me this... Gusick

was foolish enough to keep ledgers?

I'm afraid so. I saw these ledgers once

when I was a little boy.

Just a couple of ordinary books

with a lot of facts and names.

But... oh, what names.

Cops, councilmen, congressmen.

- They must be carefully hidden.

- In a safe-deposit box.

But... to show that he's clean,

he has to take the books out and deliver

them for examination periodically.

- That's what you were waiting for?

- I thought you'd understand.

Once you've acquired possession

of this material,

you wish me to represent your interests.

I don't think we should

discuss social reform

until after you've acquired control

of these celebrated ledgers.

- How are you, huh?

- Oh, I'm good.

- Inspire me. Pick me up.

- Oh, honey, no.

- What?

- This place has been crowded all night.

I've had it up to here. They're pinching

my ass and thinking I'm a prostitute.

I'll talk to 'em. Come on.

Oh, baby, please. Come on.

Just play a couple of tunes for me? I'm not

askin' much, just play a couple of tunes.

- What do you wanna hear?

- Doesn't matter, just make it loud.

(hits random keys)

What are you doing?

Just play.

(plays)

Whatever you do, don't stop playin'.

He was big, he was bad,

just as bad as he could be

He was the baddest man these eyes

of mine could ever hope to see

He was mine, all mine,

a big daddy just for me

Come back home, big daddy

Your little girl is waitin' for you

Come on home, big daddy

And do me the way you used to do

Make me laugh, make me cry,

how you satisfied

Big daddy

Big daddy

Come on, baby, let's go home now.

No more workin' for those two-bit tips.

You know what this is? Huh?

Power. Political power.

Come on.

As of today, we're branchin' out

into new fields.

Instead of just shaking down the white

landlords, we're going to work with them.

- Isn't that right, Tommy?

- Oh, yeah, Joe. That's great.

We'll see that those apartments

got heat in the winter.

That ought to convince those black people

we got their welfare at heart.

We'll make sure their garbage is dropped

off in them white neighbourhoods.

- Yeah. Right on.

- It's nearly time.

Everything's blue chip, growth potential.

Well, it's too good for that mick bastard.

Craw! Here y'are.

Joe.

And, Mr Coleman, here's something for

your lovely wife, straight from Tiffany's.

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