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I'm Boston.

Go to sleep.

nobody's gonna know

working for.

Good night, Big Shot.

Big Shot.

Big Shot.

Big Shot.

You're a big shot.

Yes, sir. She thinks you're a big shot. You probably look like a millionaire to

her. A big shot playboy.

But you're not.

Suppose she could see you as you really are.

You, you gangster.

Robbing little kids' banks.

Bank robbery is a federal offense, chum. You know what that means, don't you? It

means demon.

You're a public enemy, pal, to be shot down like a...

See

what happens to gangsters? They always feel hunted.

Slinking in shadows, dodging in doorways, racing through strange

Everything seems to conspire against you. You feel like lead, frustrated by

famous obstacles.

You're desperate, the joints surrounded.

But they'll never take you alive.

Ah, the roof. Quick, you've got to find a hideout, John.

us in jail right now. A prisoner. A convict. With cold prison bars all

you. No little nephews to kiss you goodnight.

You

know,

if you paid those little kids back... You wouldn't feel like a convict

You'd be your old self again.

Oh, darling.

Even if you do have to work all night, remember, every dishwasher is money in

the bank. Dollar, dollar 10, dollar 15, dollar 20, dollar 30. There.

You put it all back and a nickel beside.