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"Gangland guns slay rival racketeer.
Big Tim O'Hara
This is murder. Just plain murder.
Besides, this is the first time in the history
of this organization a rod's had to be used.
You guys by pulling this thing
Oh, boss, you shouldn't take
The guy was chiseling in on us. Me and
glad to have that guy illuminated.
Oh, that ain't it.
Now where's a guy gonna get
establishment for that there kind of work.
They don't wanna sit when that
Besides, why wasn't I
in on the know beforehand?
Why wasn't I given no memo?
Lay off, will you?
The guy's washed up, ain't he?
You bet he's washed up.
So is Molly Madigan's business,
so is our record and so am I.
- What do you mean?
- You heard.
I've been getting fed up on this business,
- You don't know what you're saying.
- I know exactly.
I'm fed up on this business.
I don't see no career in it no more.
Besides, I'm too sensitive.
Johnny, what are you gonna do?
Plenty. I got my little bundle.
I'm gonna retire, see?
Good taste and refinement.
I'm gonna get what I was born to have:
What kind of conversation is this?
The guy's blown his roof off.
Cut the clowning,
the guys ain't in a mood.
I ain't clowning. I'm on the level.
From now on, the business is yours.
I'm stepping out.
you're starting from scratch.
But you'll get along.
- You mean that, Johnny?
This is a kiss-off.
Now, you guys are no longer looking
at John Sarto, boss of the rackets.
You're now looking at John T. Sarto...
...world sportsman, socialite
and art student.
- Where are you going, boss?
- I'm gonna tell Flo.
Then tomorrow, I'm off for London, Paris
and St. Moritz...
...and with all the class
that goes with them there joints.
Willie, you can come and help me pack.
So long, guys, I won't be seeing you.
to get class.
he'll come back reeking with it.
Well, don't worry, pal.
He'll never come back.
Look, Johnny. Don't it look elegant?
Yeah, it's got class all right.
Look, you dumb cluck,
you got it pasted on the inside.
Sure, it gets scratched on the outside.
Flo, sometimes you got me guessing
whether you're even a nitwit.
Okay, Johnny. That's the thanks I get
for dropping in to help you pack.
Oh, I'm sorry, baby. Look, I didn't mean
I should hurt your feelings.
I keep forgetting you don't catch
Where do you want me to tuck these
croquet mallets, boss?
See what I'm up against?
Not croquet, stupid. Them's polo clubs.
- Won't they fit in the trunk?
- Not a chance.
Not even if I bend them.
I got an idea, Johnny.
Pinky Johnson at the Can-Can Club has
No good. Hop over to Can-Can. Ask Pink if
he got a brown one he can let you have.
Nobody can say Johnny ain't in good taste.
- Oh, you're always in good taste, Johnny.
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