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Thank you.

Come in.

Johnson, you're different from the other colleagues in here. You read books, play

chess, write poetry.

But I don't believe you have any regret whatsoever for taking a man's life.

A man who recognizes his mistakes is ready to seek God's forgiveness.

Yeah, I've read your Bible, Warden.

And?

No,

I wish I could.

Let the men pass, son.

No man knoweth the moment, nor the hour.

Good day to you, sir.

I'll be damned, Buffy Johnson.

They let your ass out, huh?

How's business, brother? People out of work, they gonna play to know.

This one's for you, Babe Ruth.

You're not playing with that bug.

Where's the slip?

Where's the slip?

What did I tell you about running numbers

out of this place?

I'm just trying to make a living just like you, motherfucker.

Yes, sir.

Stand

up

for Mr. Luciano. Please, sit.

Progressing here.

Rapidly. You guys are doing okay?

We'll make a mint.

Well, we will.

Say, sir, how long you been?

Damn, this has to happen to you all days, bud.

What the hell you doing chauffeuring?

Paying the bills.

Oh, a lady made me put down the gun.

Regards to Helen.

You get it.

You won't have major trouble with Madam Queen's people.

Yeah, well, she's the last holdout.

If she bends to the stick, Harlem's ours.

Well, well.

Lucky. It's warm in today.

But I stopped by.

You know, for your portion of the Dewey payment.

And a special fucking prosecutor.

Trying to put my ass in jail for tax evasion.

I still gotta make a fucking payoff.

Why don't you buy a shit car that's clean?

Gotta have Dewey in our pocket.

I ain't seen no touch in your fucking business.

It's because I show him respect.

I'm so busy with your Harlem pennies, you're forgetting the big picture,

Dutch. Yeah, well, bigger pennies, white pennies.

We'll add up to the same fucking thing.

My fucking dollars.

Well, that's why I'm here.

Annie up.

Ooh, get the cash.

When you give your friend Dewey 2,000 of my hard-earned dollars, I'm telling him

one thing.

If you don't back off, I'll kill him myself.

Here, Dutch.

You got mustard on your suit.

Yeah, well, I'm breaking in for a friend.

Answer me this.

Why would that droopy-eyed, low-life greaseball come all the way up to Harlem

when he could send a stooge?

I don't know.

It's rhetorical.

Illinois, come on, baby.

Take it from Nevermind.

Come on, baby. Put the number slips away.

These number slips is how I make my money.

No, you're confusing me, Bigfoot. I'm three slips short. You know how the

queen is. She already don't like me. Would you just let a man accomplish his

business, please, Jelly Roll? It's none of your business now. You need to

accomplish this.

Bigfoot.

What time do I have to turn in my slips?

One o'clock.

And what time do the people check the late edition of the paper so they can

get the day's numbers off them stock exchange totals?

And why are you talking to me like I'm a goddamn idiot? I know how to play the

number. You need to be told.

Is that your husband?

How do I know?

I don't know nothing about that two-timing, dirty-faced, great cat.

Don't shoot him.

Don't shoot him.

Don't shoot him. If you don't get your ass in that closet...

Bumpy Johnson.

What's buzzing, cousin?

Don't you put your hand out there for me. Come over here and hug my neck.

Boy, look at you. Oh, my goodness.

Been a long time, huh? Oh, man, come here, man. Oh, man.

Mary, Mary, come on out here. You remember my cousin, don't you, Mary?

Bumpy Johnson.

Oh, boy, you are psyched to so high.

Good to see you.

I didn't interrupt anything.

to lay dead for a little while because I got to tend to my man's well-being.

Dad, are you putting me out?

No, I'm not putting you out.

You know, it's going to be a long time before you get your ham bone boiled

again and you stake him up in my face. You have made me mad. You think

you're sharp just because your damn head is pointed. What you doing knocking on

my door like you the damn police or worse?

Don't be ignorant your whole life.

Oh, Bumpy Johnson.

Illinois Gordon.

How's business?

Dutch Schultz is at it again. You know, he's been getting folks all over town.

Don't respect nothing. He's messing with the queen.

The queen?

The queen don't bow to no man.

She ain't bowed yet, but we'll talk about that another time.

Mm-hmm. I see you still kiting around with the large-sized ladies.

Now, hold on there, my cousin. Like I always tell you, it ain't nothing like

the loving you get.

From a big woman say move it

You

think

I'm just gonna roll over the local take it easy henry dutch just want to talk

It seemed like everybody in Harlem played 5-0-5 straight and the goddamn

number hits.

I needed 18 grand to pay off the players.

That's why I came to you. Now my runners are telling me that your boys are

playing rough.

Sit down, Henry. Get in the fucking neck, eh?

There's your money.

Plus two in interest on the loan like we agreed.

Yeah, but I don't consider that a fucking loan, Henry.

That was an investment.

That's my belief. That investment entitles me to a piece of the fucking

bank.

We're partners, Henry.

In English.

No, no, no, no, no. I know you since you were selling shit-pissed needle beer in

the Bronx.

And you're still the same.

Henry,

Henry, Henry.

No, no, you might have pulled this shit.

But that's because those bankers, they ain't got no balls.

I got balls as big as you.

Hey, I don't feel comfortable here.

Relax. I don't think the mayor would be particularly happy to know his special

prosecutor is having a meeting with Mr.

Luciano's milieu.

Why don't you ask him? He's on the second floor right now.

This month's contributions.

Fine.

We have a problem.

The belief is not big enough?

I'm talking about Arthur Flegenheimer.

You know why Arthur chose the name Dutch Schultz?

Because he wants respect.

Who's going to respect a man by the name of Arthur Flegenheimer?

All right, boy, stick him up. My name is Arthur Flegenheimer.

It won't work, Mr. Dewey.

He's threatening to kill me.

It's nonsense.

He's all bent out of shape because he attacked evasion charges.

He'd rather lose a testicle than give a dollop to the government.

So what do you propose?

I propose you take it easy.

Think about your future.

Not our demise.

In the meantime, enjoy the scenery. Have a long drink with one of the girls.

All right, listen to me very carefully. I don't want to have to say this again.

I am not your friend.

I don't want the services of your whores.

We are in a business arrangement for obvious mutual benefits.

Mr. Schultz threatens this arrangement.

Have I made myself clear?

Crystal.

It's clear you took the money.

Cousin, I ain't seen this many poor folks in Harlem in all my life.

Well, cousin, welcome to the Depression.

The way a cat can even make a dime these days is running numbers.

You ain't got no glue on them fingers, now, do you? All right.

Hey, Toots, I see you.

You can't keep ducking me.

My boy is back whispers you ain't never had no loot, but you're still my

favorite boot

This is the new guy. Mr.

Johnson. Nice to meet you. Come on, come on.

Madam Queen is waiting.

Been waiting.

Hello,

Madam Queen.

Bumpy Johnson.

You still have the light in your eyes.

Praise God.

Before we get this little soiree started, I need to speak with you for a

few takes.

All right.

You all enjoy yourselves here.

Little Noah said that Dutch shall put 60 young men on the slab at Halmarsson.

We...

The Mr. Schultz is trying to make trouble for me.

But I'll set up a meeting with him next week.

And it is then I will make my position clear.

I want to go with you to that meeting as your bodyguard.

You think you're going to protect Harlan's breath?

That's a near job.

Near take care of the Queen.

I have faith in T. I know T. Nietzsche got spied, but faith ain't going to get

rid of the deadline.

I saw what his boys did to Willie Brunda.

I'm not going to stand by and do nothing and let something like that happen to

you. The man is threatening to take over a business that's taken you ten years to

build up.

I want everybody to know the Queen's still carrying power uptown.

Please.

I still can't say no to you, eh?

Girl, I had a dream last night. A big old crawfish jumped off a plate and bit

me. Yeah? What matters in your dream book, say, for fish?

$5.79.

But I wouldn't bother with no $5.79 because that stock exchange figure that

they used for the numbers was $5.79 last week. It ain't going to be $5.79 again.

There was some sweet potato pie on the plate, too. Uh-huh.

Potatoes. We got any potatoes?

Oh, okay. Here it is.

Six-four-two.

Six-four-two?

Uh-uh.

I ain't going to play no six-four-two. It'll give me gas.

Potatoes give me gas. I ain't playing no number. They give me gas.

Woman, I bet your gas smell is sweet as flowers in the springtime.

Uh-uh. Don't you be trying to get in my good graces. You didn't have your

chance. Hey, Miss Mary.

Man, woman, you hard as lard.

You know what?

I hate crawfish.

I can just go ahead on and play a dime on 642 Street.

That's another dime down the drain.

Oh, Lord have mercy. God be I, Francine.

This is for you and the kids.

Save your money, fool.

Hey, hey, hey, watch yourself now. You don't need to be telling her that. Why

don't you stay out of the grown folk business before I beat you till you

smell like onions?

And I'll drag you by that mile-wide collar and drop you in the gutter. Yeah,

yeah. Let me see that.

Now, look at this.

What you doing peddling this gold can, Jai, to begin with? You can bake it,

broil it, fry it, fricassee it, hang it out to dry. It's still just as funky as

a fat man's drawers. Come on, take this. Don't you see people hungry, huh?

What do you do for people numbers, ma'am?

Francine, I've told you several times, I'm the pole man's racetrack.

You take the money out of pockets and you put food on the table.

A million to one odds, it's a scam.

It's gambling, that's what it is. Excuse me.

I believe the numbers provide jobs for over 2,000 colored folks right here in

Harlem alone.

A penny gets you $6, that's what, a month's worth of groceries?

That's right, a month's worth of people food, not this bullshit here.

It's the only homegrown business we got.

Are you his partner?

Don't worry about it.

Y'all make a better team than Amos and Andy.

I don't need no partner.

My name is Bumpy Johnson.

Bumpy?

Your mama named you Bumpy?

That's all right. What you gonna do with all that pretty hair and hot-ass Africa?

They ain't got no straightening cones over there.

Ugly.

Damn, she fine as froggies.

Look here, cousin. Tell me about Miss Francine Hughes.

Oh, Francine.

She always quoting Marcus Garvey about moving back to hot-ass Africa.

I think she worked down at that United Negro some other... Improvement

Association.

That's it.

Man, she sure wears high tone. I mean, you see the glimmers on that girl?

Who do you think she got them eyes?

Francine Hughes is not going to take up with the likes of you.

She high-powered, and she got her boots laced. I don't even pay that no never

mind. All I want to do is converse with her.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I bet you want to have a long-ass conversation.

Son, the man that walks with Francine will walk down the Christian path.

Oh, hey!

Damn, all these croakers in here.

You're like stepping on cornflakes.

Well, at least you won't be sleeping alone.

Hey, Bumpy, you know, these last couple of years here that you've gone, I just

want to say I really missed you. I missed you, too.

Got you a little present.

Now, it's not new.

Got it from old Clarence up on St. Nick.

Hello there, Mr. Speaker.

Yeah, I figure you might need that to open a few doors for yourself.

Yeah.

That's hard-hitting.

Thanks, cousin.

Together we got strength.

We got experience.

Most of all, though, we got organization.

A partnership's gonna increase the profits.

Six or two more.

There will be no profit with your boys collecting the money.

I got fucking horns growing out of my head in here.

I don't feel nothing.

Man, I'm Stephanie. I'm not the fucking devil here.

What you do, the devil's work.

That is an amen, Mr. Fadak.

Yeah, but if I hadn't sent an invitation, you wouldn't have met me,

would you?

Come on, Queen.

From what I hear, you ain't exactly a fucking nun yourself.

Mr. Schultz,

I'm not here to quarrel about your right to own your own bank, but I'm asked to

respect my right to have me own.

Comprendez-vous?

Oh, yeah, fucking boo.

Boo.

You know, that reminds me of the thing that Big Henry Mero said.

He said he had a boss to stand up to me.

That's what he fucking said.

You know something?

He really does have a big fucking boss.

You're gonna shoot me this time, bud?

If so...

You might want to lower that a little bit.

Hit me in the heart.

So you don't make a mess.

So, Dutch.

Do you want to do this peaceful or do you want to make a go?

A load of fucking metal.

Put him down.

Tinichi, now ain't the time. Put the shotgun down.

Man crazy.

Man real crazy.

Think he can drop down man's balls upon me quick?

You forget one thing, Mookie.

Me no got no balls to...

He's not going to go away.

Look at all these fine women. They must be having recess in heaven.

Uh-oh.

Don't look now, but it gives you a chance to have your long-ass

conversation.

He's not my friend.

All the women in the neighborhood have eyes for him.

Oh, honey, he's a killer dealer.

He is not my type.

Well, you can't judge a book. You just want to look.

Miss Mayer.

What say you doing?

Gone up and joined me out here.

Today's your lucky day, boy.

I clearly want to dance, too.

Oh, hell no, I don't want to dance.

I'll feed her.

Yes, you do.

Oh, yeah.

Who wouldn't want to dance with old Illinois?

I heard about you, Mr.

Ellsworth Bumpy Johnson.

Fresh out of Sing Sing, back on the street.

Yeah.

I got a reputation.

But I like you, and I think you like me, so... Just that.

Thanks for walking me home.

My pleasure.

I have one question.

Why you got to involve yourself in numbers?

I mean, what would you have me do?

Shine shoes?

Carry bags down to Grand Central?

I'm a colored man, and white folks ain't left me nothing out here but the

underworld.

Well, I disagree. There are colored doctors, colored lawyers, colored

accountants, writers, musicians.

You could do any one of those.

I do write a little poetry.

You write a little poetry?

I ask myself where she got those eyes.

So full of light, so full of lies.

How does one get eyes like that?

I tell myself she robbed a cat.

You like it?

Yeah, I like it.

Well, when can I see you again?

Well, keep writing those poems, Ellsworth, and we'll see.

Good night.

Have a good evening.

I'm trying to make some money, Tennessee, and I need that cool West

Indian breeze. Now, come on. Come on, now, blow on it.

Look at them smiling now.

He put something for them, didn't he?

Madam Queen, Madam Queen.

Look at you. You're looking just as fine as one of them African violence.

Look for me.

I don't need to have my bottom kicked.

Hey, hey, Bumpy. What? You wish I was going to the opera?

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, Tinichi.

Hey, why are you going to the opera and you can't even understand English, huh?

You can't read it.

Oh, you got to give me five?

Give me 10?

Give me 20?

I would give you 30, but your hand's too dirty.

Hey, look here. Look here. No,

no, no.

What is this now?

I don't know why you make me come to these things.

To culture your bundle.

You know, I have not missed an opera on my bundle in 16 years. I know.

You need to give Team Ichi some culture.

How about me rattle your head?

Oh, you're going to love Verdi's Macbeth.

It's in Italian. I don't understand Italian.

It deals with life, war, and most of all, passion.

Bonjour. We're going to miss the overture.

Get out!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I can contain it because only the Negro papers have it.

But if Winchell gets a hold of this, he'll have a field day. Winchell just

wants to sell newspapers.

Well, he will sell them at everyone's expense.

Look, Charles, even by your standards, this is a psychopath.

How much longer am I going to be worried about Arthur Flickenheimer?

You've got to learn to relax, Thomas.

I'll take care of the Dutchman.

In the meantime, why don't you come up here and join us by the pool?

We'll loosen up that stiff neck of yours.

Thank you, Al.

What's the skinny, Johnny?

You were right, Mr. Oceano.

My figures show the numbers at $100,000 a day before payout.

Harlem is a... gold mine.

What's the matter?

You want to go swimming there, Johnny?

No, I never want to.

Went out to get some rice and beans.

When's he coming back?

I don't know, boss.

But if you need to collect the policy money, don't worry about a thing.

It's all under control.

Everything Copa said, cousin?

Oh, yeah.

Who the hell are you?

Me?

Now you know.

I'm the bag man.

Go, Beth.

So, cousin, what are we going to do with all Dutch's money?

Don't put it back where it belongs.

Hey, Miss Francine. Hey, Mr. Johnson.

Why didn't you say we were going to see Francine?

Hey, everybody.

Got a gift from Madam Queen, courtesy of Doug Schultz.

First order of business.

Like any square citizen, we all have tax problems.

But I have a solution.

Johnny? Mr.

Genovese?

Mr. Costello?

Mr. Lansky?

Get on with it, Johnny. We ain't got no fucking day here.

I have taken the liberty of... setting up for our use a number of accounts in

Havana, Cuba.

They are impervious to the scrutiny of the Fed there.

At the request of my employer, Lucky Luciano, I hereby offer these services

to each and every one of you.

Second order of business.

Excuse me.

The only thing that threatens our profits is the unwanted attention of law

enforcement.

So I'm here to talk about Dutch's activities.

What about him?

Got a call from Tom Dewey. He didn't appreciate your spree downtown.

I got it all under control.

While he was up in Albany, Bo Weinberger said just the opposite.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. What did Bo say?

Said one of the color bankers don't want to join your combination.

He indicated to us that...

You might need a little help to straighten things out.

Paul must have been having a bad day. His wife just went off with a bagel from

Yonkers.

I was going to propose that myself,

Frank, and Vito, and Lenya, a little help.

I'm going to turn for a little peace.

Am I lucky?

Come to you guys a year ago.

Saying we should go uptown. You said nigger pennies was a waste of fucking

time.

So, to you and your proposal, I say only one thing.

Take a flying fuck.

Always missing the point.

Okay, Dutch, you're on your own. Do as you wish.

You need help from us down the line.

From us Dagos, your price just went up.

On that note, this means the journey.

Oh, yeah.

Thank you. I'll see you in my library. Nick, show Mr. Schultz the door.

What you got back on?

Nothing ridiculous.

You in big trouble.

There's no other way to say it.

You should be right down.

You gonna take your hat off in the house bed or what?

Now you're giving me lessons on manners.

God damn, look at the titties on that statue.

I hope you're proud of yourself.

You have declared my name with your betrayal.

Who are you that shall burn down three of my policy houses this afternoon?

So we burn down three of his, an eye for an eye.

So you're the queen now, eh? Tell me, who run in this operation?

You. Then why you disregard my word as I'm still from Schultz, huh?

You think I don't know why you're sticking close to me? You think I don't

see your ambitions?

It's time to take a stand.

I'll take care of Schultz myself.

I am the queen.

But you are afraid of him.

Never thought I'd see the day that you were afraid of any man.

Of course I'm afraid.

But fear be a good thing sometimes.

It checks the angry spirit.

I can beat him, Queen.

I can beat the Dutchman at his own game.

Use your head, Pompey.

Where do you think they're going to fight us for?

On Park Avenue?

No, Minot.

Here.

Right here.

On the streets of Harlem.

I'm prepared to deal with the consequences of that.

You open a faucet of blood, you never shut it off.

Three fucking grand?

Yeah, this guy's a real tornado.

Hey, Bob, you're gonna kill my English ivy tree there.

The Salkys are the best pickaxe boys in the business.

They'll turn this guy into a ship.

Maybe three grand's worth it, huh?

I remember the days you could get a guy hit for, what, 40 bucks?

We live in inflation every time.

Ain't that the fucking truth?

Don't come back without him.

You're under arrest.

Hey, Foley, you mick, get over here.

Hey, how did you deny that?

How you doing, Captain?

I'll end at the short arm of the law.

You beat up any niggers lately?

No, I'm sorry to say I haven't.

Have you?

I'll stretch right.

We live in inflationary fucking times.

How'd it go with Judge Kapshaw?

He told me Stephanie Sinclair offered him $20,000 to shut you down.

No shit.

Well, I'm flattered.

You gotta give that black bitch credit.

She's a wily old horse.

So, uh, how much the top of rice?

Kapshaw wants 40.

He's a greedy bastard.

Judges don't come cheap, Arthur.

That's true.

They're the crookedest crooks around.

With a bit of proper evidence, he can guarantee a conviction.

Get the policy paper?

I'm on it.

How about them sulky brothers, huh?

They like when I'm fucking your sister.

Well, that's better than some I could think of.

And I done told you two, three times, I don't want you no more.

I runnin' here, baby, cause I got kinda thick.

Ain't nothin' ailing my stomach, it's somethin' wrong with my dick. That damn

was a camp in Georgia.

You can't stay there very long.

All the friends I had, but shook hands and gone.

Jock. Jock.

Jock. I work at the poo hall.

Not one of you.

I promise I'll be the fastest runner you ever seen.

The queen ain't hiring the runners right now, son. Neither am I. Besides, ain't

it past your bedtime?

Oh, man.

I'm going to close this party down.

I don't want no job.

Bobby Johnson.

My name is Miss Fillmore.

I'm Danny's mother.

Ma'am.

I wish more of our colored men would stand up and fight for their home.

The way you're doing against the Dutchman. I heard you killed three of

his men.

Like the Lord swooped in on Sodom and Gomorrah. You swung your mighty scythe

and them heathen heads rolled over the baby.

You're a killing machine.

You know, Mr. Johnson, you something else. I'm telling you, you just a

killer. Thanks, everybody.

Francine? Francine?

Francine? Brother Johnson!

Mr. Johnson, you know what? I've been singing for you a long time.

I've been trying to get a job down at the Cotton Club for six months. Now,

look here. Come down to the band, Bill. See my man, Calvin.

He's a clean-headed man. He's down there. He does all the hiring. Excuse

me, please.

He's going to take care of you.

What was I supposed to do, Francine?

Let him kill the queen?

You shot three people.

Don't you have any remorse?

Remorse comes when you feel you've done something wrong.

You don't think killing is wrong?

Innocent people, yes.

The 35 lynchings this year alone.

Depression got people starving all over the country.

Scottsboro boys in jail for a crime they didn't commit. All of that is wrong.

Yeah, I understand all that.

But?

But I don't understand you.

You're a perfect gentleman. You're a poet. You're nice to people. You think

about things.

And then, within a blink of an eye, you can kill or be killed.

Is there nothing in this world that you love enough?

that you would kill for it or die for it.

Give my left nut for a piece of cheesecake.

Who makes the best cheesecake in New York? Juniors.

Lindy's. Best sauerbraten.

Wilk Chowdhury.

Triangle hot grout.

Best knitsch.

Greenspans. Proust.

Best steak.

Wilkie's.

Gallagher's.

I don't know. Some damage.

How to go to church without my man.

Told you, Francine.

The good Lord and I have an arrangement.

I don't go into his house. He doesn't come in tomorrow.

Okay, you heathen.

This is the last time I try to save your soul.

Oh, don't be that way, baby.

You know you're my religion.

Best martini.

Door club.

Dave's Blue Room.

What figure?

Best Italian.

Patsies. Rayos.

Best corned beef.

Ratniss. Patsies.

Best frankfurter.

Nathan.

What the fuck you doing up here?

Did you hear what I said?

What the fuck you-

Fuck!

Ain't no joke the fiend Baker was working here. Miss Baker, I thought you

was in France. Where is Pickford, Mary?

Give me 60 cents on 409.

60 cents on 409 straight.

All right, I heard you.

Oh, you.

Hold on to that. Your money ain't no good here. I'm going to take care of

that for you.

Oh, come on now, Mary.

The governor powering folks quicker than you do.

Uh-uh.

And if you don't quit macking me so hard, I'm going to crush your spine.

Woman?

Now you're talking money.

Come on, give me some sugar. Get out of here.

It's all right. You're going to want to kiss me sometime later.

Hello, tiny.

Well, let's see what the good doctor has in this little black bag.

Come on now, give it over.

I'd rather it be you, because we're here for service.

Please, please. That's what I thought.

All right, boys, get the bag. Okay.

Well, maybe not.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

What do you think you should have done, huh?

Let that pickaxe-waving devil just kill Bumpy?

You done right, sweetheart.

Lord knows there's a shortage of eligible men in this town.

Well, if it isn't Madame Queen.

Speak your business.

Stephanie St. Clair, I have to inform you, you're under arrest for violation

of city code section 1764, illegal gambling.

You be careful, kid.

Likewise.

All right, boys, take her away.

The queen turned over control of the bank to me.

She asked me to take every precaution available to avoid shedding any

blood. Well, how are we going to get people to come back to work if we don't

go total towards this son of a bitch? Yeah, by being smart.

By using the old idea.

Valley. Yes, sir.

You're in charge of the policy room, right? Right. Okay, I want you to go to

every controller's house.

You tell them.

This building is protected.

John. Calvin. Yeah. We have to establish new routes for the runners when they

collect the slips.

Whispers. Waldo.

I want y'all to beef up security on the premises.

You got it, Pop.

You know, Dutch got that cop's foley in his pocket, and he just as crooked as

the letter S.

He gonna come after them policy slips the way he did me, and if he get them,

then you and the queen gonna be right back in the joint, and I know you don't

want that, so...

That's you and me. We'll hide the slips so none of these flatfoot can find them.

And when the number comes out at the end of the day, we burn the slips.

Excuse me, Mr. Johnson. Shut up, kid! Hey, hey, hey, let the kid speak.

What's on your mind, kid?

Well, folks is confused, that's all.

I mean, all them policy slips are on white paper.

And if people want to play a number, they just fill out a slip. They don't

know if they're playing with the Queen's Bank or Dutchess.

What's your point, kid?

Well, I think we should put our slips on different paper. That's the most flummo

-dittle idea I ever heard of. Boy, you sniffing that shine, Ola? Hold on there,

Valley. Hold on.

This boy got a good idea.

What's your name?

Tyrone, sir.

All right, Tyrone.

We're going to change the color of our slips to, say, green.

Waldo, I want you to go down to the French shop. You pick us up a bushel of

green slips.

This way, everybody know they buying from us, and the queen still caring

about us.

You know every alley in this whole damn neighborhood. Let me run for you.

You done came up with a good idea for the day. Let's just leave it at that.

Well, run your ass around the corner.

Laugh if you want to.

But even I know that if Dutch takes over... Oh, she wrote.

Besides, O'Rare told me you started running when you were 16.

Hell, I'm 17.

Oh, no.

Come on, Mr. Johnson, you can trust me.

But you better not frog up on me, boy.

You hear?

No, sir.

Well, Bobby, you know we're all with you. You can confidence that now. That's

right. We'll be right with you, Bobby.

See you soon, Bobby.

What the fuck? That wasn't me!

I've built a nice mahogany coffin, mother of pearl inlay, solid brass

handles.

My son did a beautiful job with the bullet wounds.

He looks like he died in his sleep.

Thank you, Mr. Johnson.

Thank heaven for Mr.

Johnson.

That man then brought prosperity back to this neighborhood.

You have my deepest sympathies, Mrs. Anders.

I'll go up and get you.

Tyrone was a fine young man, and he died with honor.

Honor?

His death made the chance.

Where is the honor in that?

I'm sorry.

People call you a... You're a hero.

You're just a copy.

You stole the only reason I had to live.

See that?

Every soul in Harlem played 235 because of this damn hood.

Well, people are superstitious, Phil.

I don't know what we're going to do after this one.

If we hit hard, this might be 80 grand.

That pigfoot told me that Dutch changed his number to 236.

We are not going to do that.

People play the number they expect to get paid when they hit.

We're just going to have to pay him.

And that's the difference between you and Dutch.

And that's why I love you.

Oh, cut it out.

Well, I sure wish I could find Ms. Wright.

Shit, I don't mean that. I'm looking for Ms. Wright now.

Go on and make the payoffs, will you, Ben? No, you the boss, Bumpy. Yeah, I'm

going to make the payoffs.

But you know what 235 mean in Madam Zora's dream book, don't you?

No, what?

Death. Yeah, but when I see him, I'm going to tell him I changed his number

for today.

Yes, sir.

Good day, Miss Francie.

Good day.

Here you go, Mr. Johnson.

Enjoy.

Love it.

What are you doing? You know you don't even like banana splits. I like your

banana splits.

Hold on.

What's wrong?

Mr. Redmond?

Yes, sir, Mr. Johnson. Do you see these almonds on my split?

Yes, sir, Mr. Johnson. I see them almonds on your split.

Mr. Redmond, you know I don't like almonds on my split.

Yes, sir, Mr. Johnson.

I know you don't like almonds on your split.

Did you put these almonds on my split, Mr. Redmond?

No, sir, Mr. Johnson.

Then who did?

Jimmy, the new boy.

Jimmy!

Give me a few ticks.

What's up, Bump?

Oh, Bumpy, don't start anything.

It's all right.

What can I do for you, Mr. Johnson?

Did Mr. Redmond tell you I don't like almonds on my split, Jimmy? Oh, boy.

Yes, he did. I must have made a mistake. Oh, that's all right. That's all right.

Listen, why don't you bring me some hot fudge?

See if you got any hot fudge back there.

What is wrong with you?

Nothing, Francine. I just want to show Jimmy the difference between a

traditional split and the way I like mine.

Here you go. All right. Have a seat there, Jimmy. Have a seat. I want to

show you how to make a traditional split, and then I'll show you how I like

to have a split.

Now, traditional split.

Has all these trimmings, the almonds, the whipped cream, the cherry, and the

hot fudge.

Jimmy, aren't you a sample guy? Tell me what you think.

I don't think so, Jonathan. I'm allergic to ice cream.

Allergic to ice cream.

Sounds like to me, you're allergic to rat poison, boy.

Let me do him, Buffy!

Put the knife down.

Mr.

Johnson, I swear I didn't know.

He said you wanted that boy to work here.

Who said I wanted this boy to work here?

Who said I wanted this boy to work

here, Mr. Redmond?

Valley, say it ain't so, Valley. Die, motherfucker!

I'll tell you.

Whispers, bring him over here and sit him down.

Come on, sit him down.

Cal, get Valley out of here.

Come on. Don't be.

Little nice snake.

Open that damn door.

Get out of here.

Francine, you go home with me.

Relax, Jimmy.

Relax.

Bumpy.

Yes, sir, Mr. Johnson. From now on, you make my split.

Yes, sir, Mr.

Johnson.

You got me all wrong, puppy.

I don't want to know why, Valerie.

Dad gave me $3,000.

You know how much money that is?

That's a handsome ransom.

Yes, sir. I promise. Let me go, and I'll be on the first smoke of the filly

tonight. I promise.

That's a nice ring, Valley.

Did you get that with the money that Dutch gave you? I got that from my Aunt

Helen, Bobby. There ain't nothing but a dime so tricky. I've had it for years.

I ain't never seen it. Bobby, please.

You's a merciful man.

So, Bobby, Bobby, I'm begging you.

Please.

I'll be on the first train to Philly tonight. I promise. Please.

Please.

Come on. Get up.

Please.

Please. You're going to be all right.

Yeah.

Go on. Have a seat.

All right. Thank you.

God bless you, puppy. God bless you, puppy.

Dirt.

Sick Bill doesn't put you in the front line of his fucking chorus. I'll put his

head in the fucking meat grinder.

I swear to Christ I'll fucking do that. You'd do that for me?

Aren't you romantic?

Regular Rudy Valentino.

Hey, where's he going?

He thinks he owns the joint.

There's no color to Latin here. It's a new day, motherfucker.

He's the guy who got Duke to work the club. He's probably just here to collect

his fee.

Look, you're supposed to go to the back door to collect the fee. What the hell

you think you're doing to me?

Disregard the fee, Oney. I came to talk to the Dutchman.

All right.

You struck a blow for the Negro cause.

The first nigger to ever make it into the Cotton Club. Now get out!

Do you know my man Whispers, Oney?

Like you and I, he's a big fan of Ellington.

I'm sure he would appreciate it if you would sit down and take it easy for a

few ticks.

Dutch, that was quite a performance. I didn't realize that you people had such

rhythm.

How's business?

Not bad.

But let me tell you about yours.

Your bank is at 351 Lenox Avenue.

You're running policy out of stores on Amsterdam, St. Nick, and Madison.

I'm here to tell you, you're shutting your operations down tomorrow.

You don't, I shut you down myself.

Is that so?

Oh, that's so.

I thought all you niggers traveled in packs.

Where's my buddy, Valley?

Valley had to leave town in a hurry.

But he left something for you.

Here.

Go ahead. Pick yourself a winner with that.

I'm going to be sick.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

You've been warned.

Get ready for your final thrill.

No, not in here. No, no, not in the carton truck. No guns in here. No.

Outside.

Get the fuck out of here.

It's a carton stash.

Jig is up.

You're a dead fucking nigger.

You hear me?

You're dead.

You come uptown.

You come uptown.

Like I said, there's enough dynamite in these three crates

to blow up the Brooklyn Bridge.

I've set the timer for seven minutes. When you make them to drop, pull the

switch.

Seven minutes and the bomb goes off, right?

I'm a professional, Mr. Johnson.

The question ain't what time the bomb is going to go off.

It's whether you boys are going to get out before it does.

Do you understand?

Yeah, we feature what you're saying.

Bump, how are we going to set these suckers when Dutch got all his men

uptown? His main liquor warehouse is downtown.

He's a beer baron.

That's where he makes his longest green.

Bump, are you talking about going downtown to blow this man's shit up? Do

you know what you're saying?

Too risky.

Besides, the queen will be against it. The queen ain't here, Whispers.

And while she ain't here, I'm carrying power.

Calvin, I want you to cover the bank. 30, 40 men.

Okay.

Whispers, I want you to look after Francine. I'm trusting you with her

life. Me and Illinois will make the drop.

Yeah, all right.

That's good.

I like that.

Now I'm with you, cousin.

From the wound to the tongue.

You remember when I first came up here from South Carolina?

How scared I was? Never seen that many people in one place in all my life. Like

to scare me today.

I remember, puppy. I'm not that old.

You remember what you said to me?

Yeah. Told you I'd look after you.

Wouldn't let nothing happen to you.

All right, then you look me square in my eye and tell me you think I'm carrying

you with me downtown this afternoon so you can die.

Puppy, I know you don't want that to happen. I need you, cousin.

Some things a man can't do alone.

I need my man hard down with his boots laced up.

You set that timer, cousin?

Yeah, we got seven minutes.

You got your boots, Leonard?

All right, all right. You don't need no liquor, Illinois.

As long as you're with me, you're safe, yeah?

Okay.

We can celebrate later, right?

He's delivered.

He's delivered.

He's with a beautiful.

Take care.

We got three minutes.

Boys, it's late. It's slowing down my brewery. Where the hell's Eugene?

Um, he couldn't make it, sir.

Come on, move your asses. Get the yeast on the dock.

Jesus Christ.

Come on.

That's it, son.

Down on the dotted line.

We need to be going now.

What's wrong with you, boy?

Nothing, boss. Just a little tired. We got all these deliveries still to make.

I don't understand why Eugene couldn't make the run.

Here, tell if Eugene went out last night and got himself just as drunk as a

fiddler's bitch.

That's when they called us.

What's up?

Eugene's a fucking Mormon. He don't drink.

That's the problem. He got himself kicked out of the church.

Hey.

Where are you going?

We don't want no trouble, sir.

Like I said, we just got all these delivered.

You boys stay put. I'm going to get the boss.

Don't move. Yes sir.

Hey, Dutch, you don't have to do that.

Hey, Bob.

Puff him up a little, will you?

I've got bodies all over the front page of the Daily News.

I got that pansy Hoover calling me asking if I need his help.

You put my dick in a ringer, fella.

Dutch didn't instigate this.

Let me explain something to you.

If one crazy Negro is provoked into coming downtown, they'll all come.

I can't afford to have all of Harlem crossing the line because of you.

You get this numbers thing settled.

Or I will launch an investigation into every syndicate activity in the city of

New York. Do you get that?

You whop-pimp.

and demand.

I thought it was about time we meet, Mr. Johnson.

I was honored by your invitation.

Thank you.

A friend of mine at Sinking tells me you're quite a chess player.

You partake in the game?

Only in its strategies.

Franco, what do you do?

Go for a walk?

Good hands, boys.

I love this place.

I was under the impression that you and the death room were partners.

Dutch Schultz, he hasn't recognized that a partnership requires compromise.

I think you do.

This is about money, Mr. Johnson.

If you get a piece of my operation, what are you prepared to offer me in return,

Mr. Conchano?

To start, it's political connections.

The kind of connections that will keep you from suffering like Madam Stephanie

St. Clair.

If a man wants to be successful in this business, he has to make a line.

Got judges?

Even better.

Special prosecutor.

What's Thomas doing?

He's in three days' arrest.

I appreciate your offer, but my answer is no.

I'm strictly an independent operator.

So be it.

But your move downtown affects me as well as Mr. Schultz. It was a clever

gambit, Mr. Johnson.

You're a brewery jock, but not a means required to discuss these problems.

Dutchman and I have passed the point of discussion.

It's not a request.

I'll call you with a time.

What can I do you for?

This thing between you and Mr. Johnson has gone way past bedtime.

Lucky, why do you give a fuck what happened in my liquor warehouse?

It ain't got nothing to do with you and your law business.

If Tom Dewey clamps down, it'll fix all of us.

Well, I'm the guy Dewey's having wet dreams about.

Exactly. The numbers racket has him looking to open up a pan on all our

business in New York City.

Get me out of fucking bed for this.

What's the other news of the day? Roosevelt running for re-election?

Close.

I want to bring Mr. Johnson to our table.

You do not bring that nigger into my presence.

We're having a sit-down, Dutch, and we're going to settle things.

What's your fucking strategy?

My strategy is to keep things in order. My responsibility is the bigger picture.

Hey, what if I say no? If you don't send this mattress place to my house in the

middle of a fucking night?

I warn you, Luciano, don't fuck with me.

You better not vote it.

Okay, have it your way.

Put it into the fucking table.

Shit, I have my own fucking dinner for who I care.

Hey, Cecil, pull the fuck over!

Where you going?

Anybody next?

I'm going to the library.

I'll take out that book you've been reading. I'm going to fuck friends and

irritate people.

It's not like the parole board will let me out any day now.

Then we'll have a celebration.

All of them down on Saturday.

Then you'll be happy to know that the bank is making more money now than ever

before.

Take possession of my bank.

You will no longer.

able to keep that promise.

We had to fight for the bank. The Dutchman wasn't going to let up.

You're not going to let up.

I can see that now.

Look, I've been invited to the syndicate table by Mr. Luke John. Don't that count

for nothing?

What about life?

Doesn't life count for anything?

You asked me to take control of the bank while you were gone.

I did that and kept it out of the Dutchman's hands. Now you want to come

back and run it with me, I welcome you with open arms.

But we will do it together.

So I guess you're the king now, eh?

Long live the king!

Lovey, why aren't you dressed?

I told Sam and them we were going to meet him over at the Sugarcane Club in

half an hour now.

We're having supper.

Bumpy, I'm leaving you.

You're leaving me?

Yes.

Hold on a few ticks.

You going?

Take that with you.

And that.

I don't care about your trophies.

Oh, you don't want any?

It was wrong for me to take them in the first place. Oh, it was, was it? You

took them nevertheless, didn't you? Take it off!

I don't want any of this shit! You watch your language!

You go to hell!

Blame the fireman.

You lied to yourself, Francine, when you left that dick in the bathroom.

You are just like duck children.

You're a pig!

If it wasn't for you, Mary would still be alive.

Yeah, I said it, you're a pig!

Oh, you're going to hit me now, huh? Bumpy, come on.

Come on, hit me.

Why?

I'd seen you used to be.

Well, you used to be a human being.

Used to be the man I loved.

Sit down.

I've been sitting down too long.

I gotta go.

Yeah, well.

Don't forget your good book.

You used to write me poetry, Ellsworth.

Make sure nothing happens.

Police captain for the love of Mike.

How's it gonna look if I'm seen running around with a nigger?

That's all the niggers I'm gonna take from you, Foley.

What'd you say to me?

I said that's all the niggers I'm gonna take from you, Foley.

That's one more and I'll take.

I don't ride with niggers in my car.

Holy shit!

Hewlett, sit down.

Jack. Yes?

We go back 15 years, but I'll cut your head off and drop it in the river.

What are you doing to me?

You want to test me?

Hewlett, I own you.

You do as I tell you.

I'll put aside your differences for the time being. I've got a job to do.

Shake hands.

Shake hands.

Nice, very nice.

Truth. Fucking beautiful.

Hey, Hewlett.

Why don't you take some of this stuff home with you? Me and Foley, we didn't

even finish destroying these sandwiches.

No, Dutch.

That ain't necessary.

It's just gonna go in the garbage otherwise.

Get one of them grandkids to feed.

Don't be proud.

Wrap up the scraps and take them home.

It ain't nothing.

Can't you see we trying to play a game?

It be okay.

Well, I see.

You want to know what I see?

I done seen more people die in the last six months than I have in my whole life.

Now, you leave me alone and let me go play my song for Miss Mary. I understand

you're upset about Bigfoot. Mary!

That's her name.

And you don't give a good goddamn about her nowhere. You couldn't even come to

the goddamn funeral.

I paid my respects. Oh, them funky-ass flowers don't mean a goddamn thing. They

don't mean shit.

You should have brought your black ass over there. Me walking in a church and

you carrying on ain't gonna bring Mary back, is it?

Let me ask you something.

How many of the general's foot soldiers got to die before you see that they

playing you just like I'm playing that raggedy-ass piano?

Dutch got niggas working for him.

We killed him, and it all worked out.

We all just killing each other.

Any nigga fool enough to work for the Dutchman deserved to die.

How you sound?

You think innocent people deserve to die?

Tyrone?

My Mary?

You're dead like you ain't got nothing to say to me.

Let's see what Mr. Speaker got to say. He always got a word for you.

Come on, get to me. Get to me. Take it easy now.

It's all right.

Turn him loose.

I wish I never gave you that motherfucking gun.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have cussed. You need to go home.

You drunk on that King Kong.

You drunk on yourself.

Illinois, don't let me raise up.

And come over there and put my hands on you.

That's how you talk to me now?

Huh?

You talking to me now? I done told you!

Take your drunk ass home!

All right, then.

I'm gonna do what you say.

No Illinois good soldier always do.

What General Bumpy say.

Let me put this on your mind. You smoke this over.

When you're going down your list of accomplishments.

Harlem used to be still and silent at night.

You can thank yourself for the way it is now.

I'm through, cousin.

You can fight this war by your goddamn self now.

I'm through.

I'm like Jack the Bear's brother.

Can't go no further.

See?

But now you got two guns.

I'm gonna hold on to this for you, Bear.

Tell Whispers a joke.

Read a joke, Whispers.

You don't hear Dutch laughing?

Let's have a talk.

Come on over.

Officer Foley.

I'm just fucking with you.

I don't think you should do that.

You're right.

You're the law.

I've been looking for you.

Well, you see how lucky you are? Here I am.

I've got some good news for you.

I just want you to know that from now on, you won't have no more trouble out

of Illinois Garden.

That's right.

I'll wash my hands. I'm through.

I'm out.

Tiny, you have trouble learning, son.

Know some?

Well, I should have taught you a long time ago that once you're in,

you can't get out.

Should have.

Get your ass in. Get your ass in. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Get your ass in.

Hey, you're making it awfully hard on yourself, son.

So I'll ask you again.

Where did you hide the policy slips?

Would you like to have a go?

That's you.

It is me, isn't it?

That's me.

I see why one of you don't go to church, Bob.

What?

Kill or be killed.

Jesus Christ, Foley.

He ain't gonna talk.

Let him go.

Oh, yes, he is.

He is going to talk.

So you know what I'm going to do?

I'm gone.

Sit yourself.

Now, we both know you're going to talk, don't we?

Because I will run this crack screw up your nostrils until I pop your eyeball

out.

You know I'll do it, don't you?

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

You have something to tell me then, huh?

All right.

What is it?

What, what?

I can't hear you.

My cousin is going to fuck you up real bad behind this.

Not the Sheriff Ford.

The dividing line could conceivably be 135th Street

running east to west and Lenox Avenue running north to south.

Mr. Schultz would take one territory and Mr. Johnson the other.

I can't accept any proposal that allows Mr. Schultz to continue to operate

freely in Harlem.

As I said before, I have no quarrel with any of you gentlemen.

But if Mr. Schultz insists on coming uptown, I have no choice but to make my

presence felt downtown.

Boy, you realize that such a course of action will bring about your demise.

Dutch been trying to bring about my demise for quite some time.

I'm not that... Yeah, you're lucky.

You got nuts the size of watermelons.

Dutch.

Enough with the compliments.

Perhaps you gentlemen need some more time to consider my proposal.

We ain't got to consider a fucking thing.

Your days are numbered.

You're part of the expression.

You're pretty smart for a nigger.

Yeah, so are you.

Well, that's good, that's good.

Consult the man who holds your destiny between his fingers.

So you've got some slips.

I beat the rap hands down. Oh, like the glorious Madam Queen of Policy?

My judge is sending your black ass to fucking jail.

Jesus Christ.

Your move?

Well, yeah.

Your noise was the only one that allowed you to move with them slips of hate in

there.

Let's don't make him a stool pigeon, Cal.

That old brick presser over there said he saw a cop string him up.

The cop hit captain's bars.

Oh, God, I love you.

Oh, yes.

Hey, that's so good.

Thank you, God. Hey,

what did you put it away for?

What are you doing?

You can't. What are you doing?

You can't stop.

I should put my pants on. No!

Bob. You touch Illinois?

No. I said, did you put your hands on my family?

I said, fuck no.

You didn't do nothing to stop it, though.

If there's blood on my hands, there's blood on yours, too.

You ain't no better than me.

How do you sleep at night, old man?

How the fuck do you know I sleep at all?

Sit down.

Your man said you had a proposal.

If the Dutchman wins, everybody in Harlem loses.

Including you and me.

Smoke this over.

And I went in the joint. You ran the fiercest gang in Harlem.

I come out, you working for the Dutchman.

But everything's been going on for the last year and a half.

I start thinking how the Dutchman gets so high up on the ladder.

Why did you change your heart?

I got no choice.

Dutchman's got me boxed in. And frankly, I need your connections so I don't take

the fall for those policy slips he's holding over my head.

Besides, a colored man don't stand much for chance buying Tom Dooley.

Tom Dooley would take a payment from an hard rock.

I could also use your muscle to keep the Dutchman off my back.

You know that the terms of a partnership now at this juncture would be quite

severe.

A wise man once told me, Mr. Luciano, that if a man wants to succeed in this

business, he has to make alliances.

Nice.

Should I drive around the yard once again, Mr. Luciano?

One more time, Cecil.

How can I get a show instance that you're going to play on the square?

You have your accountant come by my controller's house this afternoon, say

around 3 o'clock.

I'll let him go over the books.

Runners, routes, slips, everything.

You know, a funny thing about Dutch.

He's worth $3 million.

Easy.

I think a guy making that kind of dough would take care of making himself look

proper.

With his clothes, good haircut.

Instead, he looks like a vagrant half the time.

Buys his shoes off the rag of Wanamakers.

If you don't know, you don't know.

Do you know him, Mr. Johnson?

I believe I do.

Then what happened?

Mr. Luciano, you don't think I'd be listening.

But I'd be hearing every word they'd be saying.

On account I got the petition, it's correct.

Go on.

Bobby Johnson said he need... A partner.

They haven't beat you for the numbers.

And?

Bumper Johnson asked Mr. Luciano to have Mr. Johnny, the fellow that's good with

figures, to meet him this afternoon so he can go over his books.

Take the yard.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Schultz.

And if you're right, there's more where that come from.

You want to say nothing to Mr. Luciano?

My lips are sealed.

Thank you, sir.

Cecil? Yes, sir?

If you're lying, you know what I'm going to do to you, right?

Yes, sir.

I know.

So long as you know.

Yes, sir.

Everybody know.

Don't I just figure?

Colored and a bagel.

Partnered up.

So easy.

They're nearly niggers, anyways.

They're, uh, dark-complected bastards.

Take it on, Lucky.

We're gonna be in a whole lot of shit.

What's up, bub?

You going soft?

I'm behind your touch.

Good work, Cecil. Present from Bumpy.

Here we go.

Hold it.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Where is he?

I don't know, Dutch.

It

was

2.35.

I don't know.

You don't know?

2.35.

It means death.

Please, Dutch.

I'm only an accountant.

You let me live, I'll make sure you don't...

What's

our next move, Mr. Luciano? I got a surprise for little Dr.

Flagenheimer.

Let's go.

This way.

What's yours?

You're still looking for Bumpy Johnson.

He wanted that 4,000 you promised.

You know, it just doesn't make sense to me. I don't ever see that gigaboo making

a deal with a white guy.

I mean, even if he's a Sicilian.

Yeah, well, that's because you're a fucking idiot.

You never had no intention.

You set me up for a war with Luciano.

And that's pretty smart for a nigger.

Well, if Luciano wants a fucking war, I'll splatter this fucking city with his

blood.

I'm gonna take a piss.

Okay.

I'm fucking busy here.

Yeah, are you fucking kidding me?

They send you.

Where's the money?

Hello.

I want to tell you this myself.

Bumpy Johnson.

just made me a very wealthy man he took care of the dutch schultz problem and he

used you to do it not that you would have occasion to but if i were you lucky

i'd never go to harlem

The Dutchman's dead.

Did Thomas Dewey get his money?

Yes.

Cecil get his cut?

Yes.

Looks like the Queen has the bank back.

That's the way it's supposed to be.

What you gonna do, Bobby?

I got some unfinished business to take care of.

What about you?

I'm gonna get some sleep.

Thank you.