City Streets

Hey, you got to admit, it's a pretty swell-looking layout.

- I'll buy. - Yeah?

But I can't do nothing until the big fella gets here.

Here he comes now. He's the boss, you know.

Hello, Big Fella. How's tricks?

- Well, how about it? - Sold.

But you're lucky you're getting paid for it.

You ain't got no right on this side of the river anyway.

No hard feelings.

No, sure not.

- I'm moving my mob in tomorrow. - Ok, tomorrow.

No hard feelings.

Nobody can hit nothing with this piece of tin.

- Now what do you want Poppa to hit? - You ain't hit anything yet.

Try the ceiling, aim straight up.

Hey, look out. What do you think you're doing?

- I guess I know what I'm aiming at. - You may be, but not with your head.

I'm aiming at that little duck over in the corner.

By the way you're shooting Mister, I'd rather you aimed at me.

You can't hit anything with that.

You do it for me. Come on, show me.

Showing off again. Shooting all my profits away.

Every cent I make.

That's what you do every time I turn my back.

Why, you'll pay for every one of them out of your salary.

And the next time you are caught shooting, you are fired.

- Where you going? - Supper.

Alright...

but see that you're back in half an hour.

Alright boys, see how good you can shoot.

Would he really fire you?

No, he's just like an old bull we used to had back on the ranch.

He stamps around a lot, but he hasn't got any horns.

- Hi, Nelly. - Hi there Kid.

I almost wish he would fire you.

How's that?

Then you could get into a regular act, something good.

You're in your usual number again?

You think you're pretty tall and smart, don't you?

Come here.

That's what you really look like.

Yeah? Take a look at yourself.

I don't look like that. Let me go.

- Aren't you going to get any supper? - I'd not hunger.

Well, I am, I'm starved.

- Want a weenie? - May help.

- How many? - Two.

Well, I can't eat two.

I didn't think you do.

- Elephant. - You again?

Say, listen Kid, I've had about enough of you round here.

This ain't even for a person anyway.

Didn't I tell you about that guy before?

You oughtn't be wasting your dough in these joints.

- I won something, didn't I? - Another elephant.

- Don't you want it? - Sure.

- Thank you. - That's alright.

Gosh, is great.

It sure is.

I love it when is really rough...

And the big ones come tearing in.

I remember summers, it is a mile high.

And when they hit...

Boy.

I got all soaked.

- Gee, was swell. - Yeah, I know.

I used to want to be a sailor before I made up my mind about the circus.

You sure go for jobs with no dough.

There is plenty of money in the circus.

I can shoot and throw a rope and do trick-riding.

I used to ride some pretty tough broncs back on the ranch.

Yeah, you'll probably get stranded again the way you did with the rodeo.

Only next time maybe you won't even land with a Top-gun joint.

Money isn't everything.

People use it sometimes to get married on.

Don't you worry, I'm going to make plenty of money for both of us.

Oh Kid, why won't you let me talk to Pop?

He could put you in right.

Doing what?

Beer.

I wouldn't like that kind of work.

It isn't work...

You just go round and collect from saps that do.

That's all Pop does. And he's always got a big roll.

Gee, you could be smarter than him.

We could've cars and servants and everything.

I wish you weren't in that racket.

You'd have different ideas about things.

Where your ideas got you?

We can't even afford to get married.

If you love me you'd marry me anyway.

Yeah and live in a tent.

Why not?

I don't like tents.

It isn't the tents.

It's me.

You don't really love me.

Don't be a sap.

I want to see you make something of yourself.

A racketeer like that stepfather of yours.

What's the matter with racketeers?

Anyway, they're smart.

They're not dumb...

like somebody I know.

Yeah?

Well then, why don't you get yourself a racketeer.

Well, maybe I will.

Go ahead, you big dummy.

Wait a minute.

- That's yours. - Thanks.

- Oh Kid Kid I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. - Yes you did.

- Why, I didn't Kid, honest I didn't. - Yes, you did. You think I'm a sap.

Of course I do Kid, but I love you on the level.

No you don't.

- Yes I do, I do. - I don't believe you.

I do.

- I do love you. - I don't believe you.

- No you don't. - I do.

I love you, love you.

Gee...

I got to get back.

Gosh, your late too. Happened before.

- Meet me when the shooting gallery closes? - Yeah.

Pop got to go out, but I'll be back at 22 o'clock.

- Hello. - Come here.

Come here.

Where you've been?

Where you been?

I said where you've been.

Out with that shooting gallery mug again?

Answer me.

Come on. Spill it.

Good kid.

You'll never tell nobody nothing.

Here...

for keeping your trap shut.

A good kid.

Yeah, I got to go over to Blackie.

Stick around, till I get back.

Lay off.

Is mine.

You picked yourself a big-shot alright.

Go ahead, laugh.

He may not be a big-shot but he can shoot better than anybody in this mob.

Yeah?

I saw him shoot a cigar out of a guy's mouth, once...

when the guy got fresh.

Cigar? You don't say.

Jackie ain't sung a tune all day. I'm worried about it.

Well, goodnight, Blackie.

- Get in there, you. - Ah, don't get sore, Blackie.

It was just a good-night kiss.

A goodbye kiss, you mean.

Oh, you don't scare me.

Just because you're running this Mob,

don't mean you can pull anything like that.

Forget it.

It didn't mean nothing.

No hard feelings.

No...

not as long as you stay away from my girl.

Hello, Big Fella. How tricks?

Hey Pop...

If anything happened to Blackie, do you think you could hold his mob together?

Sure.

It'd suit me better.

You've a nice sunny disposition.

I'd be willing to do business with you...

if anything happened to Blackie.

Thanks for the confidence in me, Big Fella.

Hello, Blackie, how things?

Hello, Aggie. How is trick?

- What's been keeping you? - Me? Nothing. Why?

- Ready to go? - Yeah.

I'll be with you in a minute.

You little bum, you.

Use your phone?

Say, listen, Babe.

Blackie and me is just going over to Joe's.

Meet me around the corner from there in 25 minutes

if you have to break your arm to get there.

I said...

if you have to break your arm to get there.

Yeah.

Anything wrong, sweetheart?

He better stop slapping me around or he's going to get his some day.

Suppose he don't live that long?

It'd be alright with you, wouldn't it?

I don't hear you saying no.

You know, it's tough keeping the ash on a cigar...

If you don't keep smoking them, they go out.

And the ash drops off.

- Ready? - Hey...

You didn't happen to run into the big fella on your way in, did you?

No.

See you soon, Aggie.

- I think I'll carry your rod for tonight. - Ah?

What's up?

- Have I done anything? - No, not yet.

Come on, get it out.