Gangster Squad Page #3

- It's in my pocket.

- Keep it in your pants.

- I can read it and tell you exactly what it's for.

- It's fine.

- Jerry, can you listen to me for a second?

- Yeah, I'm listening.

- Cohen's on the warpath.

- Warpath?

Looks like he's on the

"give me some more" path.

JACK:
Just keep your eyes on the players, Jerry.

- Hard to know the players without the playbill.

(SIGHS)

Okay.

Up top you got the killer.

Wrevock's his name.

And down below,

the Honorable Judge Carter.

Max Solomon, Cohen's lawyer.

And Burbank Police Chief

Elmer Jackson.

On this side of the table,

one Eugene W. Biscailuz...

...the high sheriff of Los Angeles County.

Who's the tomato?

That's Grace Faraday,

Cohen's etiquette tutor.

- Is that right?

- He's getting all sophisticated.

- Oh, must be nice.

- What's that?

I haven't been sophisticated in weeks.

(JACK WHISTLES)

And it's not for lack of trying.

Roast peacock.

Romans couldn't get enough

of this stuff. The guys had class.

It's the other fork, darling.

Tonight...

...we're celebrating the birth

of a new city...

...built right here on the ruins of

Los Angeles.

CARTER:
Congratulations, Mickey.

SOLOMON:
Hear, hear.

CARTER:
Cheers.

SOLOMON:
Hear, hear.

(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

I think I'll just have a cigarette.

Don't worry about it.

It's done.

JACK:

Don't even think about it, Jerry.

The penalty for poaching

the king's deer in this town...

...is still a permanent vacation

in a pine box.

Well, you gotta die of something.

Will you excuse me?

GRACE:

Thanks.

Sure.

I'm Jerry.

Say, Jerry, I bet you got a ducky

war story behind that lighter.

Yeah, sure, I got stories.

- Hey, Mac, can I get a Dirty Shirley?

BARTENDER:
Coming up.

I got shot down once over the Pacific.

I spent the night hanging on to the wing of the

plane, sharks bumping my legs in the dark.

Are you weak in the knees yet?

Sure, I am.

Let's see. You're not quite big enough

to be a shylock.

I give up.

What's your racket, handsome?

Mostly I just like to play games.

I bet. What kind of games?

I like to play Post Office.

Post Office? It's a kid's game.

Not the way I play it.

But my racket is I'm a Bible salesman.

You wanna take me away from all this

and make an honest woman out of me?

No, ma'am.

I was just hoping to take you to bed.

MAN 1:
Chief! Chief, what do you think about

those girls locked up at the Croesus?

MAN 2:

Rumor has it that was Mickey Cohen's place.

When you gonna do something

about Cohen?

GATES:
Chief has no comment.

MAN 2:
Hey.

Well, who's running this town, then?

Who took it down?

John O'Mara. Homicide.

Just one man did that?

Yes, sir.

(CHATTERING)

GATES:

Sergeant O'Mara, Daryl Gates.

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