The Public Enemy

Larry, give me one of those kind of cigars, will you?

Fill them up, will you?

Extra, extra!

Extra, extra!

Paper?

Extra!

Extra, extra! Read all about it!

Extra!

Read all about it!

Extra!

Extra! Read all about it!

Give us a swig.

Extra!

Hello, Tommy.

Hello.

Can greased?

Come on, Matt. We got business.

Give us a little kiss, huh?

- That's what you get for fooling with women. - Ah.

Hey, you boys. Stop!

Stop, I tell you. Stop that!

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Officer, get those boys.

You little imp! If I get ahold of you...

Hey, Matt. Look.

- Aw, that ain't fair, Tom. - What do you care? It's only a girl.

- Well, she's my sister, ain't she? - What difference does that make?

Hold me up, Matt.

Leave her alone. She's doing fine. That's the way to learn.

That's just like you, Tom Powers. You're the meanest boy in town.

He is not. He give you the skates, didn't he?

I believe he did it just so he could play that trick on me.

I'm gonna tell your brother Mike.

Aw, go ahead and tell him. Here he comes now.

You'll help me, won't you, Mike? - Where'd you get the skates, Molly?

- Tom gave them to me. - Tom did? Where'd you get them, Tom?

He got them from a kid who owed him some money.

I bet you stole them, Tom. Give them back, Molly.

Say, why don't you mind your own business? Nobody asked you to put your two cents in.

Here, Tom. I don't want them if you stole them.

- Oh, so you're getting like sissy Mike too. - Take them, Tom.

Say, you ain't so darn good. Your old man swipes pigeons.

Tom Powers, he does not. You're a big liar.

He's in jail, ain't he? They don't put people there for nothing.

Everybody who belongs there ain't there. That's where you'll be some day, Tom Powers.

Well, I ain't there yet. And if I do go, it won't be for swiping pigeons.

Tell him you were only kidding, Tom.

How do you want them this time, up or down?

Hello, there. How are you? MATT: How's she going?

Hit me. - Hit you. There you are.

Hit me again. - Hit you. There's one.

Better hit you again. There you go.

Lizzy Jones, big and fat.

Slipped on the ice and broke her—

All right. I'll be back in a minute, boys.

I'll be back in a minute.

Hello, boys. What's up?

We've got something.

- Where'd you get them? - Wentworth Avenue.

How much are they worth?

Oh, not much. Just cheap watches.

Cheap watches? A buck apiece.

Yeah, and there's six of them too.

I don't know what I can do with them. They're hot.

Aw, come on, quit stalling, Putty Nose. You know how to sell them.

Heh. You're too smart.

- Well, I'll see what I can do with them. - How much do we get?

Well, what do you say to half a buck for each of you?

- Half a buck? Aw. - I ain't cheating you, Tom.

That's a good price.

I have to take all the risk. And maybe I can't sell them at all.

Give us the half a buck.

You know old Putty Nose always plays on the square with you, don't you?

Hey, this is only two bits.

Yeah, and this is only a nickel.

Oh, my mistake.

- Yeah. - Sorry.

Then you both owe me a month's dues to the Club, don't you?

- That's right, Tom. - Yes, so we're calling that square, see?

- That's all right, isn't it? - Sure.

You done a good stroke of business.

And if you find anything more...

you just remember old Putty Nose, won't you?

Okay. That's right.

Heh. What do we want with a couple of young squirts like them for?

They ain't gonna be so bad.

And they won't expect much of a cut.

Hey there, Tom.

- Hello, Putty Nose. - Hello, boys.

Hey.

Are you alone?

I'm always alone when I'm with Matt.

You looking for a sock on the button?

I was afraid you might have brought Mike with you.

Ah, that sucker. He's too busy going to school.

He's learning how to be poor.

Oh. Ain't he working on the street cars anymore?

Sure. He's a ding-ding in the day time. Goes to school at night.

What did you want us for, Putty?

Uh, something sweet.

Remember how I always said...

when I got something good I'd cut you in?

Yeah.

Well...

Now, Dutch here knows the whole layout.

We've been casing the joint for a whole week.

How about the cops? PUTTY NOSE: You ain't afraid of cops?

There ain't gonna be no trouble.

And if there is, I promise you that I'll protect you.

Now, Limpy here will be lookout.

The place is dead at night anyhow.

Well, are you on?

Well, we ain't never done nothing so big.

Big. Big is right. I'm giving you a break like I promised.

Furs. Furs is worth plenty nowadays.

Well, how about you, Tom?

It's kind of new stuff for me.

Well, you gotta grow up sometime.

Wait a minute.

Christmas present from Santa Claus.

With best wishes for a prosperous New Year.

- Gee, I'm scared stiff. - Come on. There's nothing to be scared of.

Is that so? Look at you. You're shaking yourself.

Take it off me, will you?

Stop!

Thought you'd get away, did you?

They got Limpy Larry.

Stop there!

Putty.

Putty Nose!

Where is that big loogan?

Where's Putty? We knocked off a...

Yeah, I know all about it.

Putty knows it. Beat it.

You better lay low for a while. The heat's on.

But Putty Nose got us into this. He promised to see us through.

Why, the dirty no good yellow-bellied stool.

I'm gonna give it to that Putty Nose right in the head the first time I see him.

Yeah, you and who else?

Oh, my Larry.

He was a good boy.

Larry got what he asked for.

I warned him.

He was a no-good boy.

My Larry was a good boy.

He got into bad company, that's all.

Oh, come here, Tommy boy.

I'm so glad you came, Tommy.

Mrs. Dalton will be pleased to see some of Larry's nicer friends.

U.S. declares war! Read all about it!

Hey, U.S. declares war! Read all about it!

Wait a minute, Tom. Here comes Mike.

Read all about it!

I wish you'd come on home with me, Molly.

I don't know just how to tell Ma.

All right, Mike.

That sister of yours ain't getting any bargain in Mike.

Hey, how come he ain't working?

I guess he got fired for snatching too many nickels.

- Say, they look like something's happened. - Come on. We gotta see Paddy.

You don't need to stall with Paddy Ryan, Tom.

I have been watching you ever since you bought your first drink from me.

I know what you've been doing.

Well, you see, Paddy, it's like this.

We delivered some cigars today, must be worth about $2,500.

Took them to a place on 63rd and was told to put them in the back.

- We could lift them easy tonight. - But we don't know what to do with them.

You sell cigars, don't you?

Not that kind.

Can't afford it.

I've got my own system, boys. But being a fence ain't part of it.

- Well, we thought maybe you know somebody— - Maybe I do.

Yeah?

You might take them there.

I'll call up and say you're coming.

Thanks, Paddy.

Wait a minute.

If you get in a jam, give me a ring.

You'll find out Paddy Ryan's your friend.

Thanks, Paddy.

Why do you want to front for us? We ain't never done nothing for you.

Maybe not.

But I may need a friend myself sometimes.

I'm older than you, and I've learned that nobody can do much without somebody else.

Remember this, boys. You gotta have friends.

I've been watching you and hearing about you, and I've been worried.

I was worried when you got mixed up with that two-timer, Putty Nose. Aah.

Such guys are dangerous.

I'm glad you come to me.

So far as Paddy Ryan's concerned there's only two kinds of people...

right and wrong.

Now, I think you're right. You'll find that I am, unless you cross me.

That's swell.

Don't cry.

Everything will be all right.

Hello, Ma.