floating.
Just floating.
Hey!
I've been looking all over for you.
The boss wants you.
Right now?
Yeah. He just got a call
from Mr. 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
about Joey. 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 Statehouse, courtroom
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 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 gonna 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
you got up there, Chinese bells?
What's the matter?
You were gonna go
to that church meeting.
I was there.
- There wasn't nothing happening.
- Nothing happening.
Some operator we got.
One more like him, we'd all
be wearing striped pajamas.
It was a big nothing.
The priest did all the talking.
- He did, huh?
- Yeah.
Half an hour later, a certain Timothy
J. 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
of Timothy J. 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 your punch-drunk brother.
He was all right 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's 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?
- Yeah.
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?
You.
- Let's go.
- Wise up!
All right, let's go.
- Come on, come on, come on.
- Let's do it.
At last, an Irish shipment.