The Secret Six

What's the matter with that whistle tonight anyway?

Let's go.

Good night.

- So long, Fred. - So long.

So long, slaughterhouse.

So long, Oscar.

Let's go over and get

a hunk of steak, huh?

Naw, I'm goin' home.

- So long. - So long.

If you can get away from the old lady, come on over.

Hey, barber dick-- where's the ball?

Johnny's in the back room.

The back room?

Hello, Johnny.

Hello, slaughterhouse.

Push the lard over, will you?

Hey, smelts!

Give me a gob of spaghetti.

Hey, and a bottle of cow with it, will you?

Where you been for a week?

We got a swell job for you.

Swell job? I got a swell job.

You know how much money I made last week,

not counting overtime?

No.

35 bucks.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

And if I go back to that pig-sticking thing,

I'll be knocking over 40 slugs

every Saturday night.

Yeah?

You're in a piker's game.

Yeah? All right.

I'd rather have a belly full of guts anytime

than a belly full of lead.

Oh, Johnny?

Goin' out tonight?

Sure.

What of it?

Nothin', but...

Don't stay out too long, honey, will you?

Go on. Go on, cut the applesauce.

Hey, Johnny,

who's the missing link?

Gee, she's swell.

Is she hard to get acquainted with, Johnny?

Nah.

But blondes come high.

Yeah.

How much we make last week, gouger?

150 bucks.

$150?

Apiece?

Yeah.

Got a rod?

Sure.

Got it on you?

Sure.

If you're interested,

come on along.

Sure I will.

Good night, Johnny.

What's the matter with that guy?

He's a dummy.

Oh, that's smart.

Delano.

Hello, Johnny.

You been sellin' Alky to Colimo's gang,

ain't you?

Aw, Johnny,

you don't think I would sell out on you now?

So, you're gonna start lying about it, eh?

I wouldn't think of of tryin' it again

if I was you.

Go on, get busy.

Cops!

Come on!

See anything?

No, sir.

Didn't get out in the alley?

No, sir.

They're around here somewhere, though.

Let's take a look.

Hey, Newton. Mr. Newton!

We're in a jam.

You got to tell us what to do.

Turn on those lights.

Well, gentlemen,

what can I do for you?

The cops knocked over our still.

They got Delano. They'll give him the works.

We think we better quit.

You think?

What if Delano rats on us?

Who is that?

That's an old pal of mine,

the guy I told you about.

He was with us, and he thinks like--

oh...He thinks, too, huh?

Sure, I do.

Delano won't squeal.

He wouldn't dare to.

I'll have him out in the morning.

Give me my hat.

Here it is.

Where's my stick?

Give me my stick.

I wouldn't go without my stick

if I had to see you all hang first.

What if they have raided the still?

What's one still?

They think they can stop me?

And as for the rest of you,

keep your mouths shut.

Run back to the holes you came from...

You spineless rats.

Run!

Run away from money!

Hey, wait a minute.

Where do you get off, eating a hog's share?

I bring more dough into this joint than all of you eggs put together.

I'm running this show, ain't I?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Well, it's a good thing you're a pal of mine, Johnny Franks,

that's all.

Enough of that.

What do we got on for tonight, Mr. Newton?

Tonight you start muscling in on Colimo's territory.

Into the city, chief?

Yes, and someday we'll run smiling Joe Colimo right out of the city.

Tonight we're leaving a business card

at one of his speakeasies.

But that's a tough gang.

You heard what I said.

Aw, don't get sore, Newton.

That's all right. We'll shove off.

Can we take dummy Metz along, chief?

No. I have work for the dummy here.

I don't like it.

Aw, stop your squawkin'.

What do you want to do, be an old woman all your life?

I don't like going into the city

and messin' around some other guy's joint.

Listen, you guys--

and you, slaughterhouse--

easy on the rods.

Anything else, Newton?

That's very good Brandy you borrowed

out of that government warehouse.

Hello, baby.

Hello, Johnny.

Mr. Franks.

Hello, sweetbreads.

You keep your big hands off me,

or I'll have Johnny kick you out of the gang.

Who, me?

Yeah, you.

Aw, listen, you--

you'll be crawling on your hands and knees to me someday.

- Yeah? - Yes, me.

Not while I'm sober.

No?

You big side of beef!

What's the matter, peaches?

Slaughterhouse needling you?

You lay off of that, do you hear?

Aw, I was only fooling, Johnny.

Yeah?

Maybe you're traveling a little bit too fast

for this gang.

Come on, gouger, let's go.

- Evening, gents. What'll you have? - Beer.

Make mine milk.

And not skim.

Yes, sir.

3 beers... A bottle of milk.

Comin' up.

Hey, boss?

Franks and 3 of his mob just came in.

Say anything?

Didn't say a word.

I know why he's here.

Hello? Hello? Colimo?

No, this isn't Joe. It's his brother.

What's that?

Ok. All right.

Hey, Joe. That was Finkel.

Johnny Franks just walked in with 3 of his gang.

Is that so?

Well, tell Eddie to go down there

and take 6 men with him.

Let me go with him, will you, Joe?

Uh-uh. No. Not a chance. They're tough babies.

I, uh, mean by that you stay here.

All right, Joe.

Why don't you let Ivan go with them? Toughen him up.

No, I wish I'd had sense enough

to keep that kid out of this racket.

Good day, Mr. Franks.