The Public Enemy Page #3

-l gotta work, ain't l?

-Sure.

Listen, l was in a place today,

and l heard somebody say something.

-What of it?

-Well, they were saying....

lt seemed as though they were

pointing a finger at you and Matt.

Who was?

What rat would say anything about me--

Now take it easy.

You're always hearing things.

You'll get too much in your nose someday

and wonder how you got it.

For crying out loud,

l heard some guys talking about you...

saying you were in on some crooked work.

What am l supposed to do? Run?

You ain't asking me, you're telling me.

And l don't know a thing, see?

All l've got to say is that

you've got a good job now.

You don't need these rats

you're running with.

You want me to go to night school

and read poems.

l've been hearing a few things myself.

-There's nothing to hear about me.

-That's all you know.

You ain't so smart.

Books don't hide everything.

-You're a liar. You're covering up.

-Covering up for what? For you?

-You're nothing but a sneak thief.

-What did you say?

You heard me, a petty larceny sneak thief.

Robbing the streetcar company.

Don't you think that

booze ain't gonna be valuable.

l heard today that

alcohol's gone to $30 a gallon.

The real McCoy's hard to get.

All you gotta do

when you deliver a good shipment...

is size up the layout and let me know.

l can use some of it.

l know two or three others

that'll buy all that l can't handle.

lt means real dough, a three-way split.

l said we'd get together sometime,

didn't l?

Well, the time has come now.

Grab the rope.

One jerk to start, and two to stop.

Thanks, Hymie.

There.

-Are you satisfied?

-l'll say.

Pretty soft, wasn't it?

How do you like playing with Paddy?

-l wonder what to do with so much dough.

-You ain't started.

l'll make big shots out of you yet.

-Anything you say goes for me, Paddy.

-Me, too.

And here's to us.

31 .5 inches.

Don't forget, plenty of room in there.

Sir. Here's where you need the room.

Such a muscle.

Make it snappy

or you'll find out what it's for.

-Yeah, come on. Let's get out of here.

-Yes, sir.

22.5 inches.

Did you read about that big robbery

at the booze warehouse?

42.5 inches.

-Right under their very noses.

-Yeah, a guy was just telling me about it.

33.5 inches.

lf those men get away with that,

they'll be rich for life.

37.5 inches.

Did you read what it said

in the papers? 150,000.

150,000.

Dollars.

Why don't you two mugs

get an adding machine?

All through now, gentlemen. Thank you.

Don't forget what l told you.

Plenty of room there.

Yeah, and remember: six buttons.

Be careful, Matt, or you're going to

cut the nose right off of you.

-lf it ain't Mr. Tom and Mr. Matt.

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