Born Reckless

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Louis? Louis?

- Beretti?

- Shh!

Put that out, you sap!

Don't you know no better than that?

Hey, is this your hack?

This? Sure.

Well, what's your name?

Mine?

Joe Fleischer.

- Fleischer.

- Yeah.

Say, Cassidy.

Look up, uh, taxicab 67081-19.

And hustle it.

Let's go.

Let's go, Big.

Everybody okay?

- Okay, Big.

- Nobody hit?

Nobody hit.

All right, Joe, step on it.

- Get under that elevated quick. Come on!

- We're all right, Louis.

- Louis.

- Here.

- How's tricks, Sal?

- Oh, tough.

- Yeah?

- I figure on usin' dishwater for soup tonight.

Yeah? Well, here's a buck.

Get yourself some ham and eggs.

- If you eat ham. Do you? Yeah, you do, all right.

- Oh, thanks.

It's all right.

Bighearted, huh?

- Well?

- Gee, you sure look swell in that makeup.

- Yeah?

- A regular working guy.

Aw, go on.

I'll sock you in the jaw.

Nobody'd wanna work

but a dumb guy, see?

- How is it, babe? All right?

- Swell.

So long.

- Hello, Mom.

- Luigi!

Hello, Pop.

How are ya?

You're all right, Mom, huh?

Working so hard, my boy.

Sit down.

Yeah. Yeah, those bosses

think a truck driver ain't got no home.

Late delivery

over there in Greenpoint.

How about the old spaghetti?

- They make you work too much, those bosses.

- Yeah.

- They are drive-slavers.

- "Drive-slavers. "

The old man.

Say, who's in there?

Rosita has a nice young man there.

- Oh, yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

Okay. Okay.

Louis, you know I don't paint.

You better not.

Who is this guy, Rosa?

I, uh-Well, you see,

Mr. Beretti, I'm-

I know, I know.

What are your intentions, fella?

Mr. Beretti,

my intentions are quite-

Okay. I can tell by lookin' at ya that

you don't mean nothing wrong.

How are you?

Oh, Louis.

My sister's a good girl, fella.

She'd better be.

I'm gonna take you down to the club

tonight after supper, fella.

I want you to meet my friends.

They're a great gang.

I'll send him back to you, Sis.

I'll close the door.

- Her first suitor.

- Her first.

He seems... okay.

- I come to see Rosa, Mrs. Beretti.

- Rosa?

Why, Rosa, she don't-

she don't- I don't-

Rosa ain't home.

- Oh, she ain't home, huh?

- No, she ain't.

And what's more,

she's never gonna be home... to you.

Well, you needn't get sore

about it, Louis.

You're just in time, Louis.

- Okay?

- Okay. They're in Jersey by now.

Say, I got a guy out here

I want you fellas to meet.

I want you to give him the once-over.

He wants to marry my sister.

I'll bring him in.

All right, fella.

This guy's name is Banks.

Banks, meet the mob.

- Where'd you pick that up?

- None of your business.

That's a fine-lookin' mug you picked out

for a brother-in-law.

- You ever take a good look at yourself?

- She's a good girl- Rosa.

How much dough you got?

$826.71.

He's got it, even the 71 cents.

You'll be needin'some furniture.

- I know where I can pick up a swell set of mission, cheap.

- Never mind.

Where you got the dough?

Court Square Trust Company.

That's a tough bank, all right.

- Isn't my money safe there?

- Too safe.

What do you say, boys?

Is he okay?

- Okay by me.

- Hey, Ritzy, what do you think?

Well, if he's sap enough to get married,

it's okay, I guess.

Say, when it comes to your sister...

you're not strong for your own mob,

are you, Louis?

Meanin' yourself?

Any objections?

I've seen what's happened to dames

who hook up with guys like you.

Well, it ain't gonna happen to my sister.

Get that?

- Now, look here-

- Louis's right.

Come on, fella.

We'll go see Father McCann.

So long, four eyes.

Say, who are you callin' four eyes?

- Come here.

- Be a good boy.

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