Little Caesar Page #4

Hey, quiet, quiet.

Holy Moses, it' s Alvin McClure.

The crime commission buzzard.

Hey, DeVoss. Come here.

What is it, Arnie? What is it?

Bring McClure over here,

I want to buy him a lemonade.

- Not tonight, some other time.

- Go on. Do as you're told.

Go on, De Voss, bring him here.

As you wish.

What can I order for you?

- Good evening, Mr. McClure.

- Good evening, DeVoss.

- Quite a party.

- Than k you.

Delighted to have you with us, fol ks.

Mr. McClure, a Mr. Lorch,

a financial backer of mine...

...would like to meet you.

- May I bring him over to your table?

- Lorch? Lorch?

- You mean the man they call Little Arnie?

- Yes, but...

- You say he's a financial backer of yours?

- Yes, but...

I didn't understand that a man of his type

was connected with this place.

I'm sorry, DeVoss, but you might

inform Mr. Lorch that we're leaving.

I came to this place

under a misapprehension.

- Now, Mr. McClure...

- I'm sorry, folks...

...but we'll have to go somewhere else.

You like my hair this way, Joey?

Sure.

I used to wear it...

Where are you going?

- Just to get a package of cigarettes.

- Hurry back, darling, it's almost 12:00...

...and I wanna be with you

for New Y ear's.

I'll be back in a minute.

- What can I get you?

- A Victor Noble.

Stay where you are.

Oh, help! Oh, God!

Open her up, Tony, this ain't no picnic.

What's the matter, Tony,

losing your nerve?

Come on, let's go. Let's go,

we gotta get out of here. Come on.

Happy New Year.

Why, Joe...

Joey.

What is it? What' s the matter?

Nothing.

It's all right.

- The joint' s been held up, that' s all.

- Held up?

They...

- They shot McClure.

- Joe.

- Now you know.

- It was you.

- No. No, it' s a lie! L...

- You shot McClure.

No, I didn't, I swear.

It wasn't me that shot him. It was...

I don't know who.

But it' s our hips for this job, all right.

Maybe... Maybe everything

will be all right, Joey.

Maybe he wasn't hurt badly.

But you're through with that bunch.

You don't belong, Joe.

You're not that kind.

You'll never go near them again.

Olga...

...you can't go back...

...on a gang.

Well, everything come off

all right? T ell me.

Everything was all right.

Only I had to take care of a guy.

- Who was it?

- McClure.

McClure.

You shot McClure.

A million guys in this town, and you

had to pick the crime commissioner.

What did I tell you, Rico?

Didn't I say to make it clean?

Didn't I say no gunplay?

Thin k I'm going to let a guy

pull a gat on me?

Any more of these cracks,

and this is my last job.

The head of the crime commission.

The Big Boy can't do us

no good this trip.

They'll get us dead sure now.

- What am I gonna do?

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