The Public Enemy Page #4

-Hello, George. How's business?

-Big night.

-Good.

Hey, stoop, that's got gears!

lt ain't no Ford!

Okay, boss.

Mr. Powers, Mr. Doyle. Alone as usual?

l am, but Matt's all fixed up.

He's got me with him.

The night's young yet.

-You'll wind up with something.

-Yeah, with the morning paper.

-Couple of lightweights.

-Yeah, flat tires.

Why don't you send them

home to their mothers?

-They're no good to the joint anymore.

-And the ladies, too?

Don't be silly.

How about something with ice in it?

Well, we're with friends.

Yeah, l know it. l'm one of them.

Hello, baby.

-What are you going to have?

-Anything you say, big boy.

You're a swell dish.

l think l'm going to go for you.

-Look at what l got measured for.

-l don't even know you're here.

Come on.

Then it's a deal?

lf you can assure me

my name will be protected.

You'll be protected all over the place.

Hello, boys.

You can take off those clothes.

You got new jobs.

First, meet Mr. Leehman.

These are the two lads

l was telling you about.

Sit down, boys.

How do you like the brewery business?

-We don't know nothing about it.

-You will.

You're in it now.

Mr. Leehman and l got it all fixed.

Mr. Leehman owns that big brewery

over on Union Avenue.

-But that's been closed since--

-Yeah. lt's going to open up.

You spoke of a rather remarkable man

from the West Side.

Nails Nathan.

-Paddy, is Nails throwing in with us?

-He'll be here any minute.

l don't believe l'm acquainted

with the gentleman.

Then you're the only man in town

that ain't.

At least everybody's heard of him, boys.

Believe me, Mr. Leehman,

when Nails and his mob start on a job...

it's already done.

That Schemer Burns' crowd

tries to muscle in on us...

l pity them.

You understand that my desire is merely

to furnish a better grade of beer...

than the working man can now obtain...

-under the present, unfortunate--

-ln your hat.

And again in your hat, mister.

l've heard that north wind blow before.

lf you're in this, you're in for the coins,

same as the rest of us.

-Gentlemen, meet Nails Nathan.

-Born Samuel.

Tom Powers, glad to know you.

And you're Matt Doyle.

-How are you? Sit down, fellas.

-How'd you know?

Know all about you.

Paddy has been talking.

Meet Mr. Leehman, Nails.

Tickled pink. Don't take offense

at anything l say, Mr. Leehman.

lf we're in this racket together,

we got to keep the cheaters off, right?

My name is not to appear--

Don't worry.

We won't use it in our advertising.

Paddy, the mob's all ready

by the time you can open.

Got some swell routes laid out for you,

and the stock's all marked.

You mean,

you have the customers all signed up?

-Signed up?

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