the worst of them.
Tell me the truth, Terry.
You'd better go back
to that school out in Daisyland.
You're driving yourself nuts,
you're driving me nuts.
Quit worrying about the truth
all the time. Worry about yourself.
I should have known
you wouldn't tell me.
Pop said Johnny Friendly used to
own you. I think he still owns you.
No wonder everybody
calls you a bum.
Don't say that to me, Edie.
Don't say that to me now.
No wonder.
- No wonder.
- I'm only trying to help you out.
I'm trying to keep you from getting
hurt. What more do you want me to do?
- Much more.
- Wait a minute.
Much, much, much more.
Where you going?
- Hi there, Johnny.
- Genius.
I was just coming over there.
- By way of Chicago?
- No, I was on my way over there.
How many times you been
knocked out, Terry?
Knocked out?
Two times.
That's once too often.
Your brains must be rattling.
What do you got up there? Chinese bells?
- What's the matter?
- You were to attend that church meeting.
I was there.
- There was nothing happening.
- Nothing happening, he says.
Some operator we got. One more like him,
we'd all be wearing striped pajamas.
I'm telling you, it was a big nothing.
The priest did all the talking.
He did?
Half an hour later, a certain
TimothyJ. Dugan had a secret session...
with the Crime Commission,
and he done all the talking.
Well, Dugan, what does he know?
Just 39 pages of our
operation, that's all!
- Where'd you get that?
- I got it.
He got it. It's the complete words
ofTimothyJ. Dugan.
- I knew he had the guts, but...
- Guts?
Why, that crummy pigeon.
He ought to have his neck wrung.
That's what we get for getting mixed up
with this punch-drunk brother of yours.
He was all right hanging around
for laughs, but this is business.
- I don't like anyone goofing off.
- I wasn't goofing.
What are you going around
with his sister for?
- I'm not go...
- Just shut up!
Look, Johnny, it's just that...
the Doyle broad has got him
so he doesn't know where his feet is.
- It's an unhealthy relationship!
- Definitely.
Get rid of her,
unless you're both tired of living.
You got her address?
We gotta do something
to muzzle this Dugan...
or he'll raise the biggest stink
this town has ever seen.
We got the best muscle
on the waterfront.
The time to use it is now,
pronto, if not sooner.
You know where you're going?
Back in the hold.
No more cushy job. It's down
in the hold with the sweat gang...
till you learn your lesson, see?
Ah, you.
- Let's go.
- Wise up!
All right, let's get him.
At last, an Irish shipment.
And loaded to the gunnels
with fine Irish whiskey.
- Kayo, the good Lord takes care of us.
- That he does.
Come on out, Kayo.
Get it up.
All right, take it up.
Take it away.
And don't go walking off
with any of that.
You know how the boss feels
about individual pilferage.
All right, all right.
Now you see the advantage
of a little man in a big coat.
- Kayo, let me see you afterward.
- What are you down here for?
To see that we don't steal any
of Mr. Friendly's precious cargo?
- I want to talk...
- Get away from me, will you?
- All right, take it up.
- Take it up.
Take it away.
Kayo, you're a walking distillery.
Get a doctor!
He don't need a doctor.
He needs a priest.
I came down here to keep a promise.
I gave Kayo my word that
if he stood up to the mob...
I'd stand up with him...
all the way.
And now Kayo Dugan is dead.
He was one of those fellows
who had the gift for standing up.
But this time they fixed him.
Oh, they fixed him for good this time.
Unless it was an accident,
like Big Mac says.
Some people think the crucifixion
only took place on Calvary.
They better wise up.
Taking Joey Doyle's life to stop him
from testifying is a crucifixion.
And dropping a sling
on Kayo Dugan...
because he was ready
to spill his guts tomorrow...
that's a crucifixion!
And every time the mob
puts the crusher on a good man...
tries to