Upstairs.
Something's gone wrong.
He's plenty hot.
- Well, I'm gonna take her home first.
- I'll see the little lady home.
Just tell him I'll come
over there when I'm ready.
Hey, Edlow!
Edlow, wait up!
Who was that?
I don't know.
Some mug.
Who was he?
Edie, you gotta quit trying
to find out aboutJoey. It ain't safe.
I'm telling you, it ain't safe.
Mr. Malloy,
I was hoping I might find you here.
Excuse me, Miss. You're being
served with a subpoena, Mr. Malloy.
A what?
Be at the State House,
Court Room Nine, 10:00 Friday morning.
I told you,
I don't know nothing about that.
You can bring
a lawyer if you wish.
And you're privileged
under the Constitution...
to protect yourself against questions
which might implicate you in any crimes.
You know what
they're asking me to do?
All we want you to do, Mr. Malloy,
is tell the truth.
Good night, kid.
Nice wedding.
- Look at that.
- What are you going to do?
I ain't gonna eat cheese for no cops,
and that's for sure.
It was Johnny Friendly
who had Joey killed, wasn't it?
He had him killed or he had
something to do with it, didn't he?
He and your big brother Charley?
You can't tell me, can you,
because you're part of it.
You're as bad as 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.
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