Brother Orchid Page #3

Never mind about the customs.

I got that fixed up already.

- Where's the car?

- A limousine parked outside.

- Come on. Duck this crowd.

- You don't mind this service?

Mind? Boy, I love it.

Push ahead there, will you?

- And open up a path for me.

- Ha-ha-ha.

Johnny, will the boys be glad to see you.

- Just like yesterday, huh, boss?

- Oh, yeah.

Ha-ha. Oh, uh...

- Say, why ain't my name on there?

- Well, we took it off when you quit, boss.

Well, put it back on. Without my name

on there, it ain't got no clat.

Oh, that's a French word we use

in France. It means pretty nifty.

- Come in, boss. This is it.

- Well, Johnny, welcome home.

How are you?

Finkie, how are you? How've you...?

Well, say, look at that.

Oh, this is grand. Heh-heh.

Well, I sure appreciate

the sentiment, boys. Ahh.

Just like the good old days.

Everything just the way I left it.

Yeah, furniture, books, everything.

Still there.

Same old private apartment.

Just the same.

Well, sure looks good.

Boy, remember some of the parties...

...we held in here, eh, pal?

- Ha-ha-ha-ha.

Yes, sir, Johnny.

Those were the good old days.

Come on in here.

I want you to talk to the boys.

- Sure.

- I want you to take your old seat, up front.

Certainly nice to be back

with the old mob.

- Mugsy?

- Yeah?

- Show the boss to his old seat.

- A pleasure.

Thanks, Mugsy. Ha-ha.

- Here you are, boss.

- Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

This is what I've been

looking forward to...

The hot seat, huh? Now, who done it?

Who's the wise guy?

Come on now, speak up.

- Lf you don't, I'll break every guy's head.

- Relax, you ain't scaring nobody.

- You know who you're talking to?

- Little Johnny Sarto.

You don't mean a thing. You might as

well get this through your nut right now.

You walked out on us

five years ago and left us flat.

You give me the rackets

and made me the boss.

You think I'm gonna be chump enough

to step down now?

Oh, so that's it.

- Now I get it.

- As far as the rackets are concerned...

...you're through, Johnny.

Let me give you a little tip.

You can stay around

as long as you want to...

...but it'll be healthier if you leave.

Because from now on, I ain't liking you and

I'm liable to not like anything you do, see?

A showdown, huh?

All right, wise guy.

Mugsy. Philadephia. Frank. Now,

who's it gonna be, him or Little John?

Come on, speak up. Who's your boss?

What is this?

- What am I doing, dreaming?

- No, you ain't dreaming.

The sooner you get it through your head

that you're out of the business, the better.

- Now, get out of here.

- Why, you. Uhn!

Go on. Throw him out on the street.

- All right, wise guy.

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