House of Bamboo Page #4

You're only off the boat a couple of days

and right away you get picked up by the cops.

How'd you know

when I got off the boat?

The date's stamped on your passport.

You lost it.

I got no use for it.

You want to go to work for me?

- I got my own plans.

- Oh, sure.

But that takes money.

Organization takes friends.

You got none of those three.

My mother didn't raise me

to be a dog-robber.

Aw, you're got Griff all wrong.

He's my number one boy, my ichiban.

He was doing me a favor.

He can do me one driving me

back where he picked me up.

Well, it's your decision.

Nobody's pushing you.

I'm not interested in working

for any pachinko operator.

- Come on, ichiban.

- Who said anything about pachinko?

You didn't talk about anything else.

I've got other interests.

- What kind?

- Your kind.

- What's in it for me?

- Loot. Lots of it.

Are you in or out?

- I'm in.

- Give the man a cigar.

Come on.

I'll show you around.

What a crummy-looking character.

- What did you say his name was again?

- Spanier.

Eddie Spanier. Man, he sure hit it

off good with Sandy.

- I don't like him.

- Why not?

I don't like him.

Your war record is one of

the best I've ever seen.

Assault and armed robbery.

Sentenced three to five years.

Paroled after two years, eight months.

Drafted 1943.

Charged with homicide of second lieutenant,

no witness, no conviction.

Robbed division payroll,

sentenced to military prison...

where you served the rest of the war.

Dishonorably discharged.

Arrested on mugging charge.

No conviction.

Assault and armed robbery.

No conviction.

You working for the law?

Where'd you get that rundown on me?

I got ways.

Let's sit down, huh?

Plus getting me framed?

Well, I had to get you pinched

so I could screen you.

That's the way I built up my outfit.

All ex-cons before they were drafted.

All stockade hounds in the army,

dishonorably discharged.

Fine-looking ex-G.I.'s to mix with...

the politest people

in the politest nation in the world.

And there's no hoodlum stuff.

We don't even carry weapons.

Here. Get yourself

a suit with some style.

Make yourself presentable.

And report right back to me after you do.

Brooklyn Dodgers.

Do you know a pachinko

operator named Sandy Dawson?

He's a petty racketeer

who uses pachinko as a front...

- like many other criminals.

- A front for what?

Other gambling interests.

We know all about him.

Yeah? He knows all about me as Eddie Spanier.

- How could he know that?

- He had my criminal and military record...

the same one you had

in your hand today.

Are you inferring

somebody in my department...

- I'm not inferring anything.

- Maybe he got it from the army.

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