Bloodrunners

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Big Ben, old faithful,

and Jack Malone, 10 o'clock,

and a bottle

of cabernet:
Like clockwork.

-Cut it Sam, I'm working here.

-Yeah, sure you are.

You're working

your way through that bottle.

That's fancy French stuff.

That costs a pretty penny.

You're not holding out

on me are you?

I'm not holding out,

you know I pull a bigger cut

so stop busting my hump.

-There's something going down

-mhm.

Alright.

Ladies, lovers, and lushes,

looks like you're all enjoying

the hospitality

of our little club.

Now remember, don't tell anyone

about our secret.

Ain't no booze here!

Just good clean fun.

That's right.

Fucking amazing,

the stones on this guy.

Oh, come on,

not even the probies

give a cobbler's crap

about prohibition anymore.

It's going to be

repealed any day now.

Shut up.

And now, for all you good

god-fearing people out there,

I have the true queen

of the night.

Alexandra diamond.

Whoa! Now I know

why you were late.

Good god, I mean look at that.

That is a vision.

Good god in heaven,

lord, have mercy on us all.

I mean... Jesus.

Look at this--

just look at her skin.

It's like it's porcelain.

Like she must have just bathe

in milk like all day long.

She must just sit

in the bathtub.

In full milk,

all day long and eat nothing

but like lemon rinds

and raisin skins

and lord knows what else.

Jesus.

I mean--

you-you know

what I'm saying Jack?

Hey, sweetheart!

-Pack of lucky's.

-Oh, sure, mister.

Say, honey,

i want to open up a tab.

Can I talk to the boss?

Is he here?

Oh, yeah, he's always here.

Well, great!

Where?

Oh! Well, he just walked out.

Walked out where?

The front door?

Or that back room over there?

Hey, you ask a lot of questions.

Are you a cop?

Oh yeah.

Sargent Jack Malone.

This here's

my partner Sam varning.

We're south Hampton's finest,

ma'am.

We live but

to protect and serve.

Traffic tickets, cats in trees,

pretty ladies in need of rescue

from their virginity.

Oh, you're full of shit, silly.

Keep the change, little lady.

I'll look into opening

that tab another night.

Come on, Sam.

Let's go do some police work.

Ginger.

I didn't know you had

Chinese in your town.

I haven't had Chinese

in a while.

-I may have to come visit.

-Chester, darling.

That's quite enough.

I'm sure Mr. Baker here is

convinced of our resolve.

After all, Mr. Baker,

you only have nine more fingers.

Why did you want to be a cop?

Because I'm handy

with a gun and needed a job.

-Come on, Jack, seriously.

-Sam, we've had to brace

just about

everybody in our group.

I'm not in the mood.

See, that's kinda

what I'm talking about.

We do our thing behind closed

doors but you know...

Word gets around.

Well, that's a good thing, no?

Everybody in town knows the

score and word does travel,

not just here,

but Philly, New York.

Everybody knows

we handle our own business

and we're not up for grabs.

And how long

do you think it's going to take

for someone to figure out

that there's just

a handful of us.

Against all the rum runners

and racketeers.

Oh believe me, Sam.

I would love for somebody

to try a move like that.

That's what I'm afraid of.

I find this lack of respect

quite disconcerting.

To even think you can find

what we offer someplace else

I told you everything I know.

I swear.

You believe me, don't you?

Please tell me you believe me.

Believe you?

Believe? Believe!

I believe you're a lying blood

sucking double crosser

who's so fucking greedy

that you ruined

everything we built

just to make

a few extra bucks.

What did you do that for?

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