Underworld U.S.A.

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Rolled a drunk, huh?

Go roll your own.

The streets are full of 'em.

C'mon, divvy up, Tolly.

No dice.

If there was a prize given

For the world's

worst old man,

Your father would cop it.

He's learnin' you to be nothin'

but a punk like him.

He's learnin' me

how to hustle.

Oh, sure.

Got you in

truant officers,

Rollin' drunks,

Lying to

welfare workers.

He's teachin' you

how to hustle, all right.

Right into

the electric chair.

Sandy?

Yeah?

Hold still.

Sandy?

What is it?

I want to buy him a bottle

of bourbon. Bonded stuff.

Not from me.

C'mon, sandy.

You own this gin mill.

You can do

what you want.

No dice.

Then Ill take my business

to another joint.

Go ahead.

Can I wait here

for him?

You can wait here with me

as long as you like.

You know that, honey.

Here, hold this.

My father told me why

you collect these dolls.

How would he know?

He said you can't have

kids of your own.

Well, Im going to wait

for him in the alley.

We got a new year's date

at 12:
00.

Wait a minute, Tolly.

I've got something

for you.

I been tryin' to get it

to you all week.

I don't trust these

characters around here.

So I had to stash it

in a real safe place.

Merry Christmas, Tolly.

Well, go ahead

and open it.

Oh, yeah.

It was a pretty

tough break you had,

Being born in prison

And mother dying there.

That was Vic Farrar.

Forget it,

if you want to live.

Who's the guy?

Why you lookin' at me

like that, huh?

Pa!

I understand, sandy.

Are you, uh...

are you sure you didn't

recognize any of the men?

She didn't see 'em,

I did.

Do you know

any of them, son?

I'm no fink.

You want us to get the men who

killed your father, don't you?

I don't want no help

from you cops.

I'm no cop.

My name

is Driscoll.

I work for

the district attorney.

You still smell cop to me.

I'll get those punks

my own way!

You Mrs. Farrar?

Yes?

I'm a friend

of Vics.

You're a friend of Vics?

Yes, ma'am.

I got something for him.

I'm sorry, Shorty.

He ain't here.

They slapped him

in prison today.

What for?

The old rap.

When'll he come out?

When he's dead.

Hey.

I hear Vic Farrars

in this joint.

Is that right?

For life.

Mm-Hmm.

That's funny.

I never see him around.

He's been in the hospital

for months.

Yeah, what's wrong?

Bum heart.

I used to know Vic

when I was a kid.

I think Ill

pay him a visit.

Not in this chateau,

you don't.

He's in isolation.

So I get sick.

Not with doc Meredith,

you don't.

Yeah, what'll it

cost me?

A pint of red juice.

Why?

You mean they got a blood bank

in this joint too?

Hey, doc.

Yeah?

How do you get a job

in this joint?

Why?

So you can get your hands

on a little joy powder?

I ain't no junkie.

I didn't say you were.

You know, I think

I would've made

A good doctor.

If only I hadn't tried

to make a buck

The smart way.

I know you.

Sure I seen you somewhere.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Sure I seen you somewhere.

Save your wind, Farrar.

Get me the chaplain's

office, please.

Oh, hello.

This is Dr. Meredith.

You better look in

on Vic Farrar.

He's going fast.

Stick close to Farrar.

I'll be right with him.

Vic.

You're dyin', Vic.

You know why you thought

you saw me before?

I'm a dead ringer

for my father.

Tom Devlin.

Devlin?

Yeah.

You beat him to death

that night.

You and your three pals.

You remember, Vic?

Forgive me.

Forgive you?

I gotta die with

a clean slate.

Who were the other guys?

I'm no fink.

You want to meet your maker

with a clean slate, don't you?

Yeah, yeah.

I gotta.

You're gonna meet him

in a couple of minutes.

Now you tell me

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