Little Caesar

How's that?

Gotta hand it to you, Rico.

The old bean's working all the time.

- What'll it be, gents?

- Spaghetti and coffee for two.

All right, sir.

"Underworld pays respects

to Diamond Pete Montana."

- What's that gotta do with the price of eggs?

- Plenty.

Diamond Pete Montana.

He don't have to waste his time

on cheap gas stations.

He's somebody. He's in the big town

doing things in a big way.

And look at us. Just a couple

of nobodies, nothing.

Is that what you want, Rico?

A party like that for you?

"Caesar Enrico Bandello.

Honored by his friends."

I could do all the things

that fella does and more.

Only I never got my chance.

And what' s there to be afraid of?

When I get in a tight spot,

I shoot my way out of it. Why, sure.

Shoot first and argue afterwards.

You know, this game

ain't for guys that's soft.

Yeah, there's money

in the big town, all right.

And the women. Good times,

something doing all the time.

Exciting things, you know.

The clothes I could wear.

And then I'd quit, Rico.

I'd go back to dancing,

like I used to before I met you.

I don't know. I ain't made

for this sort of thing.

Dancing.

That' s what I wanna do.

Dancing?

Women?

And where do they get you?

I don't want no dancing.

I'm figuring on making

other people dance.

- Oh, I ain't forgetting about the money.

- Money' s okay, but it ain't everything.

Be somebody. Look hard at a bunch of guys

and know they' II do anything you tell them.

Have your own way or nothing.

Be somebody.

- You'll get there, Rico.

- Yeah.

- You'll show them.

- You know...

...this was our last stand

in this burg. We're pulling out.

- Where are we going?

- East.

Where things break big.

So I beat it east, like I told you.

That's all there is to it.

I wanna run with your mob,

if you'll let me. What do you say?

You won't be sorry for letting me in. I'll do

anything you say. I ain't afraid of nothing.

You think you're a hard guy?

There's nothing soft about me.

Nothing yellow. I don't quit.

- You got an idea you're good, huh?

- Give me a chance to show you.

- What do you know about me?

- Oh, I heard plenty.

How you run things this end of town.

About this here Club Palermo,

how it's your front. I got told enough.

- I guess you're good with a rod too, huh?

- Quick with it and sure.

Well, that don't go around here.

That's old stuff. This ain't the sticks.

Yeah, I get you.

All right. You stick around.

But, remember, I'm the boss.

And I give all the orders.

And when we split,

we split my way.

- And no squawks. You get me?

- Yeah, sure, Mr. Vettori.

- All right, come on in, meet the boys.

- Sure.

Oh, they' re 100 percent, all right.

Every one of them.

There' s Tony Passa. Can drive

a car better than any mug in the town.

Otero. He's little,

but he's the goods all right.

Bat Carilla.

Killer Peppi.

Kid Bean.

And this one here, Scabby.

What a smart guy he is.

Boys.

Come on, Tony. Wake up.

I want you to meet a new guy

what' s gonna be with us.

This is...

Caesar Enrico Bandello.

Oh, Little Caesar, huh?

Yeah, sure.

Where did you get

the new dancer, DeVoss?

Olga brought him around

a few days ago.

Not bad.

- All right.

- I'll say he is.

Well, I got hold of a real dancer

for a partner, didn't I, Mr. DeVoss?

He' s an elegant dancer.

We' II panic them after a few rehearsals.

Say, you're not trying to sell him

to me, are you, Olga?

Well, young fella, I guess

100 a week ought to buy you.

That's more than I generally start with.

That's swell with me, even though

it don't buy no limousines.

Gee, thanks, Mr. DeVoss.

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