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hwp Little Caesar Script
Hows that?
Gotta hand it to you, Rico.
The old beans working all the time.
- Whatll it be, gents?
- Spaghetti and coffee for two.
All right, sir.
"Underworld pays respects
to Diamond Pete Montana."
Whats that gotta do
with the price of eggs?
Plenty.
Diamond Pete Montana.
He dont have to waste his time
on cheap gas stations.
Hes somebody. Hes in the big town
doing things in a big way.
And look at us. Just a couple
of nobodies, nothing.
Is that what you want, Rico?
A party like that for you?
"Caesar Enrico Bandello.
Honored by his friends."
I could do all the things
that fella does and more.
Only I never got my chance.
And whats there to be afraid of?
When I get in a tight spot,
I shoot my way out of it. Why, sure.
Shoot first and argue afterwards.
You know, this game
aint for guys thats soft.
Yeah, theres money
in the big town, all right.
And the women. Good times,
something doing all the time.
Exciting things, you know.
The clothes I could wear.
And then Id quit, Rico.
Id go back to dancing,
like I used to before I met you.
I dont know. I aint made
for this sort of thing.
Dancing.
Thats what I wanna do.
Dancing?
Women?
And where do they get you?
I dont want no dancing.
Im figuring on making
other people dance.
- Oh, I aint forgetting about the money.
- Moneys okay, but it aint everything.
Be somebody. Look hard at guys and
know theyll do anything you tell them.
Have your own way or nothing.
Be somebody.
- Youll get there, Rico.
- Yeah.
- Youll show them.
- You know...
...this was our last stand
in this burg. Were pulling out.
- Where are we going?
- East.
Where things break big.
So I beat it east, like I told you.
Thats all there is to it.
I wanna run with your mob,
if youll let me. What do you say?
You wont be sorry for letting me in.
Ill do anything you say.
I aint afraid of nothing.
You think youre a hard guy?
Theres nothing soft about me.
Nothing yellow. I dont quit.
- You got an idea youre good, huh?
- Give me a chance to show you.
- What do you know about me?
- Oh, I heard plenty.
How you run things this end of town.
About this here Club Palermo,
how its your front. I got told enough.
- I guess youre good with a rod too?
- Quick with it and sure.
Well, that dont go around here.
Thats old stuff. This aint the sticks.
Yeah, I get you.
All right. You stick around.
But, remember, Im the boss.
And I give all the orders.
And when we split,
we split my way.
- And no squawks. You get me?
- Yeah, sure, Mr. Vettori.
- All right, come on in, meet the boys.
- Sure.
Oh, theyre percent, all right.
Every one of them.
Theres Tony Passa. Can drive
a car better than any mug in the town.
Otero. Hes little,
but hes the goods all right.
Bat Carilla.
Killer Peppi.
Kid Bean.
And this one here, Scabby.
What a smart guy he is.
Boys.
Come on, Tony. Wake up.
I want you to meet a new guy
whats gonna be with us.
This is...
Caesar Enrico Bandello.
Oh, Little Caesar, huh?
Yeah, sure.
Where did you get
the new dancer, De Voss?
Olga brought him around
a few days ago.
Not bad.
- All right.
- Ill say he is.
Well, I got hold of a real dancer
for a partner, didnt I, Mr. De Voss?
Hes an elegant dancer.
Well panic them after a few rehearsals.
Say, youre not trying to sell him
to me, are you, Olga?
Well, young fella, I guess
a week ought to buy you.
Thats more than I generally start with.
Thats swell with me, even though
it dont buy no limousines.
Gee, thanks, Mr. De Voss.
Youll never be sorry for this.
Come, Joey.
So its you and me from now on.
Well, Im glad.
And Im not ashamed to tell you.
I guess you know by this time
how I feel about you.
Thats all right with you, isnt it?
Or have you got another girl?
A steady, I mean.
Hundreds of them, sure. Only...
Only, whats the difference?
This is gonna be real.
- Well make it mean something.
- Yeah, Joey, lets.
Because I need somebody.
Somebody like you.
Awful bad.
- You believe me, Olga?
- I want to believe you.
Whats that?
What you got there, Joe?
What are you doing with that?
Cant you forget youve seen it?
It wont make no difference.
Not between us, Olga.
Dont worry, baby.
Its just a little good-luck charm
I carry around with me.
Is that your racket?
