Gangster Land

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- Where do you want this, ma?

- Here on the counter.

Vinny, what happened

to your face?

- Aw, it's nothin', you

should see the other guy.

- Why you do the fighting?

Why you no play the

golf that you like?

- That's a rich guy's sport, ma.

Once I turn pro, I'll be able

to play golf all the time.

And buy you and pop

anything you want.

- Vinny, I already

got everything I want.

- I know, I know.

- Make sure you got

enough for us next week.

- Sure, sure, no

problem, gentlemen.

I sell you all the sugar,

all the yeast you need.

- More guys from the genna mob?

- Don't worry about them.

They just need ingredients

to make the booze.

- So maybe you

shouldn't be sellin'

your homemade wine right now.

You don't want them thinkin'

that you're their competition.

- Competition?

It's no competition.

Nobody make better

wine than I do.

Plus, hey, we need the money.

- Yeah, I know, pop.

- Hey, this crazy prohibition

these politicians make,

it's an opportunity

for everybody.

And why we come to America?

- Opportunity.

I know, I know, I know.

All right, I gotta

go for a run, okay.

I gotta be in tip-top

shape for tomorrow.

- Come on, O'Malley!

My grandma hits

harder than that.

He's done.

- Jesus, I thought we were

supposed to be sparring in here.

- Sorry sergeant,

i got carried away.

- Yeah, take it easy, Jack!

O'Malley's jaw swells

up, he won't be able

to eat any donuts for a week.

- Yeah, f*** you, landa.

- He's got a good left hand.

Lookin' good, Jack.

Lookin' real good.

- Thank you.

- You ready for tomorrow night?

- Are you kiddin',

that's my big debut.

- Just wish it was

a sanctioned event.

Can't have 'em in Chicago

anymore like they do back east.

- Nah, that's okay.

A charity event for veterans,

what could be better?

You're gonna be there, right?

- Wouldn't miss it.

- Swell.

Well look, I gotta

get in the shower.

I gotta go to the

store and see my pop.

Sorry again, sergeant.

- Yeah, yeah.

He's hits like a mule

considering how young he is.

- Oh, is that your excuse, Bob?

Even your hookers don't

go down that fast.

- Yeah, f*** you.

- And in the other corner,

fighting for the Irish,

making his big debut,

battling Jack mcgurn!

- Here's our boy, Jackie!

Come on, Jack!

- Well, well, look who's here.

Capone.

- A little far from the

south side, isn't he?

- Fight fans go where

the fights are, huh?

Hey, you don't think he's

here to gamble, do you?

- Oh, a fine upstanding

citizen like him?

No, he's taking

another poor orphan boy

to his first sporting event.

- I feel

bad I misjudged him.

- Uh, oh!

- Frankie!

- Grazie, mama.

The bread's a little tough.

- Papa told me you knocked

the guy's block off.

- Yep.

It even bounced around

the canvas a few times.

- Vinny!

- What, I'm only kidding!

It's a figure of speech.

- Hey, why don't you tell

your mama what happened next?

- What?

- Well, there were some

promoters at the fight tonight.

They said after a

few more tune-ups,

they're gonna put me on the

pro fight card out in Aurora.

- That's my boy!

Here's to the next welterweight

champion of the world!

- Salud!

- Salud.

- Salud.

- Salud.

No, no.

- You think we're stupid?

We know what you're doin'.

- What?

- Nobody sells liquor

on the West Side

except the genna family!

- This is the only

warning you're gonna get.

- What time you got?

- It's a little before ten.

You want me to take over?

- Nah, I don't mind driving.

You get used to these

Canadian runs after a while.

- I gotta say, torrio's f***in'

right, it's worth the drive.

Especially compared to that

bathtub sh*t people drink.

What's this?

- You havin' trouble?

- No, you are.

- Buddy, just take a minute.

You don't know

whose truck this is.

- Sure I do, it's mine.

- Look, this is the south side.

This is Johnny

torrio's territory.

You gotta be crazy!

- Well, I've

heard that before.

Sometimes people

even call me 'bugs'.

- F***.

It's bugs moran.

You're with the o'banion mob.

- That's right.

Only Mr. o'banion doesn't

just run the north side.

Now he runs the south

side, West Side, all sides.

Make sure your tell torrio that.

Get out.

Tell him we said thanks.

We appreciate you

doin' all the drivin'.

And thanks for the new truck.

- Tough break, kid.

I don't suppose the

purse was too big either.

- The big money goes to the

guys at the top of the card.

- Name's al, by the way.

- Jack.

- No, you're not.

Been asking around about you.

Your name's vinny demory.

What's with the name change?

- If you've been

around the fight game,

you know for some reason people

don't go for Italian boxers.

But the Irish?

They love 'em.

So I told the police

at the gym that my name

was Jack mcgurn and they said,

"welcome, kid, come on in."

- Smart.

Stupid micks.

So, how'd you like to make

some real money, Jack?

- How do you mean?

- My boss, Mr. torrio.

- Johnny torrio?

- Mr. torrio, is always

lookin' for smart guys

who know how to

climb up the ladder.

- Yeah, well, my

pop's got enough

trouble with the

gennas as it is.

- The gennas?

They're bums.

They'll get theirs some day.

- I just don't want to get

involved with guns or nothin'.

- Who said anything about guns?

With those mitts of yours?

We're just lookin'

for a little bit

of protection for our drivers.

You want to help out

your family, don't ya?

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