Larceny, Inc. Page #3

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Hey, fellas.

Hey, fellas, a gorgeous silver fox.

Four bucks, it's hot.

- Weepy.

- Holy smokes, Pressure.

- Weepy, how are you? You look great.

- Hey, pretty swanky.

Oh, just keeping body and soul together,

trying to dispose of genuine silver foxes.

Say, they're beautiful.

How can you do it for 4 bucks?

Fella over at 2nd Avenue

makes them for a buck and a half.

- Strictly peanuts.

- Would you sell me this for $2?

- I wanna give it to a friend as a gift.

- Two bucks. Give me that.

- Oh, there goes my profit.

- I'm sorry.

- Come on, we've got a lot to talk over.

- I got just the place.

- Get in the car.

- All right.

I got plans, fabulous plans, for all of us.

- Oh, Jug, that overcoat. Just about my size.

- Can I keep the cane, Pressure?

Now, here's the setup.

This dog track is in Florida.

It's in pretty good shape.

Needs a little remodeling,

and a little of my organizational genius.

What do we got to go to Florida for?

Why can't we crack that bank

Leo told us about?

Because, you cork-head,

banks ain't made out of cellophane.

- Florida ain't no good for my sinus.

- Neither is that joint up on the Hudson.

Now, listen.

We can buy into this track for 25 grand.

Two dozen dogs, mechanical rabbit.

Boy, milk and honey.

It's legitimate, it's legal, it's lucrative.

It's wonderful, Pressure.

But 25 G's is a lot of coleslaw.

- Where we gonna glom onto it?

- Well, I got that all doped out.

We're selling the assets

of the North American Nickel Company...

...and all those obsolete slot machines

we own.

A guy in Kansas City

is taking them off our hands.

This is gonna be hard for me to spill...

...but we ain't got more slot machines.

- What?

Well, you see,

while you boys was away at camp...

- What happened?

- Do you really want me to tell you?

- Well, what happened?

- Well...

- What happened?

- Ten cops came in with hatchets one day...

...and all they left was two cherries

and a tulip.

They chopped up our slot machines?

- Like hamburger.

- Why, this is criminal.

It isn't the machines so much...

...it's the wanton destruction

of private property.

What are we kidding ourselves for,

Pressure? It's the 25 grand.

Hey, fellas,

let's crack that bank on 6th Avenue, huh?

You say that once again, I'm gonna crack

that skull of yours on 7th Avenue.

We got exactly 10 days

to rake up the dough.

Say, maybe Jug has got something.

- After all, what is banks for?

- Yeah.

That's it. That's it.

Weepy, you've thrown me

to the most sensational...

...the most awe-inspiring idea

I've ever had.

- You mean, we're gonna blow that bank?

- Shut up.

We're going into a legitimate business.

What's to prevent us

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