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Bugsy, we followed his word about delivery.

He'll drop this house and we'll dump him

on his front stew.

Grinney Boy Dirks.

Huggsy Zoya.

Carli Castelli.

The Murphy Brothers.

They left their prints on the guns, the

victims, and the times.

The prints of the men who terrorized New

York in the 1920s.

That strange and nightmarish time.

Kleppke Buchholz.

Nick Joseph.

Nick Joseph started out in the Brownsville section

of Brooklyn as a bundle snatcher, pickpocket, and

petty thief.

But before he was thrown, he chalked up

87 known murders to his personal credit.

Not in anger, executions for a price.

A cool, detached piece of business.

I can never forget, and I'll never stop

regretting the night I had the chance to

kill Joseph before he got the chance to

make murder part of the free enterprise system.

I was on the line for 20 years,

the gangster squad, shock troops of the police

department city of New York.

My name is Bonnie Rudetsky.

Take it easy, will you?

Nah, she keeps doing it.

What do you think you're doing?

You're not taking a hole in the ground.

Fill me in.

Billy Norris, the name, caught one on the

chest.

That's about the crap.

She say he'll doubt it?

I asked her, but I wouldn't even tell

you what she said.

Coughing.

Prep dead.

How's it look for her, Doc?

She can get more help from a priest

than she can from me.

Not bad, huh?

She's got no right to be breathing.

I'll make out a DOA.

It'll save paperwork later on.

You heard the Doc?

You're checking out, kid.

You want a priest?

You haven't got all day.

Come on, make up your mind.

Joseph.

Nick Joseph.

Joseph shot you?

Yeah, Joseph.

Why?

He said I was holding out on him.

I'd give him everything.

I held out a few bucks.

Get me a priest.

You're dangerous.

You're all alike.

Max, get a stake.

I'll pick up Joseph.

Philip!

Stop, I'll shoot!

Don't shoot.

I didn't mean it went off.

I didn't mean it.

My hand.

It just went off.

I didn't mean it.

Billy North didn't die, but Joseph copped five

years, his first big time in Sing Sing.

He was sprung in three and nine months.

Hey!

He's coming.

He's coming.

He's coming.

All right, go and get excited.

Quiet now, huh?

Hey, Nick, how are you?

Come on in.

Come on.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Surprise!

Hey, Mickey boy!

Nice to see you.

You look great.

Hiya, Nick.

Hello, Rosie.

Come on, we're gonna have a party.

Look, you got a cake on sweating over

a hot stove for you all day.

You're the only person in the world I'd

do that for.

What about me?

I'm married to you.

That's different.

Hey, Nick, we got a surprise for you.

Welcome home present from us to you.

How are you?

Pleased to meet you.

Hey, we got a cake for you, too.

Yeah, we've wet your cake, Nick.

Yeah, read.

Welcome home, Nick.

Hey, this is, uh, this is very nice.

It was a tough time to do, Nick.

Oh, no, I had it, uh, I had

it made.

Whenever a new fish would come in, you

know, he'd kick into me 50%.

50% of what?

Do you have cigarettes, packages?

By the time I left my, uh, drink

up, honey, by the time I left my

cell block, I was around the whole place.

Yeah, warden laws was glad to see him

go figure.

You're at six more months, and Nick could

have his job.

All right, honey, let's get out of business,

huh?

Think nobody else ever done any time?

Big changes since you took your fall, Nick.

No more chicken scratch.

We took over the Pitkin Avenue Protective Association.

Tocqueville?

Well, uh, what happened to, uh, Little Mo

and Big Mike?

Oh, prohibition, pal.

They moved up in the Alki racket.

Yeah, they got a cooking plan over on

Sutter Avenue.

Yeah, they hit the thick money.

Did they hitch?

Solidly let us take over the protection racket.

You know, no peace.

We got it worked out all league of

life.

Membership cards, two books, you know, it all

like that.

Well, it sounds pretty good, huh?

What do I fit in?

All right, you're gonna be in charge of

the membership committee.

Yeah, membership committee.

We got Star and Tocqueville all sewed up.

Now we're gonna work on Pitkin Avenue.

You mean you, uh, you want me to

hustle the shopkeepers up and down Pitkin, huh?

What's the matter?

You don't like the job?

Because nobody's slugging you into it.

I figure you're lucky to get cut in

at all.

And only cause, uh, Curly and Dirks pushed

it.

We'd take care of you when he was

sprung.

Understand?

Yeah, sure.

Come on, honey.

Here we each a spaghetti.

Joseph hustled the storekeepers up and down Pitkin

Avenue.

He was a very efficient salesman.

And feeling the sense of immunity and power,

he developed bigger ideas, more reckless actions.

That's why me and my brother, we got

a beef.

I still don't get it.

What beef?

We'll make them more thought and we can

spend.

What is this beef?

A beef.

Beef.

Look, I keep telling you, you keep saying,

what's a beef?

What's a beef?

You don't make any sense.

You talk like you was bugged.

See that?

The guy talks like he was bugged.

All right, all right.

Cool off.

See that?

See that?

He's bugged, huh?

See the way he jumps?

Let's get this straight.

In a business-like way.

Your figure is that we're pushing too hard,

right?

No.

No, we're not pushing too hard.

He's pushing too hard.

Going after the laundries, the cleaning plants, the

sweatshops.

He's gonna get us all slapped.

Look, we had a nice fat racket going

for us.

A few small stonekeepers, yeah, yeah, but it

all added up.

But he's going after bigger men.

They got better connections.

Look, all we need, all we need is

just one of these guys to sign a

complaint and we got a ten-year extortion

rap on our backs.

What's the matter, Happy?

You getting cold feet?

Go ahead, Doug.

You just keep talking to me like that.

Nuts, you ain't got the guts to kill

it cold.

Hey, come on, babe.

Come on, sit down.

Relax.

Come on.

You through?

Oh, are you through?

Because while all this nothing has been going

on, I've been thinking...

I've been thinking that we have been dealing

in chicken scratch.

I mean the tailors, the groceries, and with

candy stores.

Even the laundries.

It is petty, petty, petty last night.

Now, look, we are going to add a

new association to our list.

It's going to be the Pitkin Avenue Bookmakers

Protective Association.

The bookies?

He's flipped, I tell you.

You see what I mean?

The bookies.

I don't know, Nick.

The bookies.

They're pretty hard guys.

They don't frighten easy.

We got to have a lot of trouble

with them.

I mean, we'll have trouble with the first

one.

But that's all.

All right, I'll tell you what.

I'll tell you what.

I hit one.

Just one.

Then if it's too tough, I'll do whatever

you decide.

How's that?

Okay, Nick.

You want to take a shot at it?

Okay.

Only one thing.

You got to keep the association out of

it.

You know what I mean?

Right.

I'll go with you.

No, no, no, no.

I want Muffy.

Come with me.

What?

I want both Muffies.

Come with me.

Hey, Bob.

What's Bob got to tell you?

We're against it.

Against it and you, right down the line.

So why should we go with you?

Because you are against it, because I want

the report to the boys to come from

you.

But I know you're not going to give

me a better part of it.

Look, you won't have to worry about a

thing.

I'll do all the talking.

I'll take all the risk.

You don't have to say a word.

I would just like very much to have

you both there with me.

You do better, Nick.

Take my grandmother with you.

All right, Nick.

We'll go again.

Remember one thing.

You're holding this sack yourself.

Sure.

Number seven.

That's right, seven.

Lay it off, 2200.

500 straight, 750 place, 950 show.

Leave it back to me.

Yeah, that's right.

Got hit in Tijuana, fourth race.

Number nine.

Take the wizard boat ride.

Yeah.

Call your back.

Mr. Wales?

How relaxing.

What do you want?

I'm Nick Joseph.

So?

Well, I would like to talk over a

little business with you.

It's past both.

Track's closed.

Goodbye.

You don't understand.

I don't want to make a bet.

You see, I'm your partner.

I took a vote with myself, and I'm

in your book for 25%.

Why, you.

Listen, punk, you better walk out of here.

I'm gonna chop your legs off.

Trouble only with the first one.

Look, I told you.

I told you all night.

Tell me again.

All right.

On your feet, punk.

I did not shoot Wales.

I didn't know who Wales is.

Now, when I shoot somebody, I don't even

know.

What's the matter?

You all of a sudden polite?

It ain't polite to shoot somebody you don't

know?

Look, I was with friends all night.

I had dinner with them.

When I come home, I find you there

waiting for me.

You bring me here.

That's all.

Oh, well, they're friends.

Well, look, I really can't tell you that

because I don't want to get my friends

in trouble.

I mean, I can't mention their names unless

they give me permission.

That ain't no use, Barney.

Got to give the punk a break.

He spits in your face.

This is no petty larceny fault, Joseph.

You're nibbling at the chair.

Why don't you let me break them in

two, huh?

And I'm only gonna go around with you

once more, do you understand?

I did not shoot work.

Yep.

Yeah, I know.

You're here with a rat, huh, Casper?

For Nick Joseph.

Signed by Judge Brennan.

Actually, Rodinski, it would have been a throwout.

My client was having dinner with Mr. and

Mrs. Dux at their apartment at the time

the victim was shot.

Right?

He sure was.

Uh, all right, if I go now, Detective

Rodinski, you tell me something.

How much dough you got in your kick

right now?

I'll make a book that ain't over 20

bucks.

You see this here?

I carried that around just for tips.

And the books on Saratoga Avenue, they're falling

into line.

I just asked them if they wanted to

talk to you about it.

What are you doing about checking up on

their take?

Oh, uh, we get copies of their winning

loot sheets.

Bugsy will get them every night.

Hey, I got something to say.

Look, you always got something to say.

Never like less work.

Hey, you're Nick Joseph?

Yeah.

Hope he wants to see you.

Come on.

Hope he wants to see me?

Yeah.

What for?

I didn't do nothing.

What's Hope he wants to see me for?

He didn't say.

You mean he wants to see me in

his office in New York?

That's what he says.

You tell him I'll be, um...

I'll be in Lebke's office tomorrow.

Now.

Now?

What do you mean, uh...

What do you mean, now?

Look, we ain't got all day to stand

around here barbering.

Get your hat.

Hey, Curly.

Did you come with me?

No.

Lebke says, bring Joseph alone.

That's all.

Is yours?

Yeah.

What time is it now?

It's still ten o'clock.

I'm hungry.

We've got to wait.

For what?

Word from Nick.

You know what happened.

One of the bookies got a wire to

Lebke.

You know, baby Lebke only wants to talk

to Nick about it.

Yeah, that's it.

Lebke's gonna beg Nick to be a good

boy and not bother his friends.

Lebke ain't big in the words, department.

Hey, Nick.

Nick!

What are you saying?

Hey!

What's the story?

Come on, tell us.

Boys, I just came...

from a very, very important meet.

There was Lebke himself...

and Garat...

and Waxie.

Waxie Gordon?

Yeah.

Boys, we are now in a new business.

I just made a contract to service the

Lebke-Garat combination in New York...

and Waxie's mob up in the Bronx.

What kind of service?

Well, anybody gets in Lebke's way...

or Waxie's way.

They're gonna call us...

and we hit...

piecework.

Here's our first piece...

of piecework.

Five Gs...

tomorrow night...

a little itch...

Brucks.

The big combinations learned it was efficient to

hire Nick...

to do their trigger work on the opposition.

Hey, Sam.

And Larry.

You better go, Curly.

Nick's waiting for you.

I'll take care of the stick.

See you next time.

Up, Dirts.

Up.

You got him, Max?

Not on an attempted either.

Couldn't do it, huh?

That is Dirts.

Who is it?

It's me, Rose.

I gotta talk to you, Nick.

Yeah, well, look, Rose, I'm, uh...

I'm getting dressed.

I got important appointments, you know.

Look, I'll let you take a minute, Nick.

All right, give me a minute.

What is it?

Look, Tommy's been up there for three months,

Nick.

Yes, so?

So?

What's it gonna be?

Hey, Rosie, what do you mean, what's it

gonna be?

You know, they're trying to break him, but

they can't.

He'll never talk.

What's it got to talk about?

What about...

You know what, Nick?

Now, look, Rosie...

I don't like nobody coming to me with

threats.

No, not threats.

Now, look, he's got nothing to talk about,

nothing.

And if he sends you to me with

any kind of type threats, we've got ways

of taking care of him no matter where

he is.

You know what I mean?

Look, Nick, Tommy didn't send me.

Look, he don't even know I come here.

I swear he don't.

Well, what do you come here for, huh?

I need help.

I ain't got a dime.

Oh, Rose, what do I look like?

Salvation Army?

I'm gonna have a kid, Nick.

Oh, congratulations.

Six months, I'm gonna have a kid.

Well, Rosie, what is it?

You want a job, huh?

I'll put you to work.

So I know you've got enough to worry

about, Tommy, but it's been three months.

I ain't got nobody to turn to.

If I went to Nick, I begged him

for help.

Told him we were having a kid.

Told me to hit the pavement.

Scroll!

Scroll!

Let me out of here!

Dirk's talked all right.

Joseph and Curly were arrested.

Joseph offered to cop out, name the combinations

he did jobs for.

We put them in a hotel for safekeeping.

The mobs were trying to kill Joseph before

he could testify in court.

Boys, are we happy in there?

And at exactly 10.27, Happy Maffy was

pronounced dead by the prison doctor.

He was followed to the electric chair seven

minutes later by his brother Willie.

We return you now to Vincent Lopez and

his music.

You know, that's a good thing those guys

burned.

Public minutes.

You got a piece of nose for you,

Nick.

The DA wants some more?

Listen, you tell him I'm ready to go

in that whole lucky schmear.

No, the DA doesn't want any more.

The DA doesn't want anything.

What do you mean?

The DA decided he doesn't need your testimony.

Now, wait a minute.

We made a deal.

I cop out, I get 10 to 20.

We made a deal.

No deal, Nick.

We got all we need from Dirks, so

you won't have to do 10 to 20.

You'll only have to do two weeks in

the death house.

Nick, tell me, how much dough have you

got in your kick?

You're not going to burn me.

Get up.

Nick, stop, you can't do that.

Nick, what are you doing?

I am not going to burn, Curly.

I am not going to burn.

Nick, maybe a chance.

Nick, stop.

Nick,

stop.