Come on!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Who is it? - Arthur.
I'm Vincent's brother. - You're the guy in the movies.
Vinnie!
You out to conquer the world? You got an arsenal here.
You got the money?
Check Frenchy!
How'd you get so wrong?
Oh, Dixie, I ain't wrong.
I wasn't in the car when those kids got shot.
I wanted that kike in the deep six but I wouldn't shoot a kid!
Somebody shot 'em. Three or four.
They are crazy guys. Nobody figured that would happen.
Where's Frenchy? - In the bedroom. He's alright.
You're taking him. - I've been told.
What are you doing? You got the whole world at war!
This town's Al Capone.
That's pretty good! They got Chicago shooters coming in to get me!
I'm the heavyweight now!
How's Ma?
Ma... Ma. Do you know what she's going through?
What she's going through?
Does everybody hate me?
They hate shooting a kid. I know you say you didn't do it.
Still, the kid's dead.
And you're gonna take the rap.
Get Frenchy!
Buster, bring him out here!
Slowly!
Come out here!
Dixie had nothing to do with this. You see that, don't you?
I see what I see, I hear what I hear. Then I make up my mind.
See what I get for being a messenger?
Shall we go?
See you later, kid.
I hope.
Get out of here as fast as you can.
Tell Owney we didn't hurt you, Frenchy.
He'll be glad to hear that.
You okay? - I'm fine.
You been home? - Yeah.
Changed clothes. Cleaned up.
Did they hurt ya? - Naw. Treated me like a king.
Yeah? Then what happened to your ear? - Oh, this?
Playing tennis with Mad Dog Dwyer. - Tennis?
He hit a ball over my head and I raced back and crashed in the metal fence.
Cut my ear. - You were playing tennis?
Yeah. Gave me drinks, good food. Place was nice. Well-furnished.
Was he trying to kill you with kindness? I've been worried sick!
How long was I gone?
Let me see your watch.
They picked me up about...
Shit, sorry. They picked me up...
I think I broke it. - Give it to me!
No, I can fix it. Here.
You cheap son of a bitch! You only offered 500 dollars for me!
If you were kidnapped, I wouldn't offer more for you?
500 dollars? - That's what I heard.
50 grand I paid for you!
He only wanted 35,000. I gave him 50,000 not to hurt you!
500 dollars. I would've given 500,000 dollars!
I was worried sick about you! Look what you did to my watch!
50 grand? - Yeah.
What's this?
A platinum watch. You asshole!
Don't move and you won't get hurt. - I won't do anything.
Shut up!
Yeah, alright.
No, we didn't want to hurt Frenchy. - Hey, where you going?
Goodbye, chump.
This program is coming to you live from the Cotton Club in Harlem.
And now, Cab Calloway, doing "Minnie the Moocher"!
See you later!
...meet Frenchy. Dixie, this is Charlie Luciano.
How you doing? - A pleasure. - See you, Dwyer.
Enjoy the show.
It's about time they let some niggers into this joint.
Welcome to the Cotton Club!
You're looking mighty good tonight! - Thank you!
Welcome to the Cotton Club! - Good to be back.
You wanna be a little less conspicuous? Your booth's over there.
What's so funny? This guy's crazy!
He's a very talented man! - Very talented!
That fucking Dutchman.
If something isn't done about him, that special prosecutor Dewey
will bust us all. - Dutch has gone crazy in Harlem.
His rackets are very appealing to me. - Mr. Luciano...
The Dutchman shouldn't be taken too lightly. - Is he bulletproof?
Now that his yid is dead, we'll find out.
And then we can divide his Harlem rackets with everyone in the family.
I'll talk to you later. - Yeah.
See ya, Charlie.
You're not supposed to be back here. - Don't worry.
Meet me at the Bamville at the end of the show. - I can't no more.
My brothers are clamping down on me. They say you're married.
Everybody knows I'm married.
What are you doing here? Who are you?
I'm talking with my friend Winona. Who are you, and why
are you interrupting me? - Another fuckin' uppity nigger!
Stay outta trouble with gangsters
if you wanna keep your job. You're the first dark-skinned girl in the show.
Now go and do what you're supposed to.
This uppity nigger is buying you a drink.
Do not push people around without some people pushing back!
Talk to me, baby!
Look at that nigger!
Keep that motor running. I'm coming right back.
Dutch wants to kill the prosecutor? - That's what I heard.
Lepke says it can be done.
But it'd kill the rackets for everyone. This Dewey is a big one.
That bastard's time is just about up. - Trigger Mike Coppola!
It could be a problem, Owney.
I know exactly where I'm going.
I knew you were here. And that she was with you.
You're such a rotten liar!
You sit down! - You got it all wrong.
She's with Dixie. - Is this seat taken?
No, sit down and fall in love with me. - I already did that.
Don't think I'm gonna sit around while you show her all over town!
She just came over for a drink! - Here's five good reasons
why you should fold up your legs and go home!
Get out of my way! - You keep out of this!
I'm surprised at you. I thought you got out from under his thumb!
Pay for that! - Bitch! - No, you pay for it!
Did she get her claws on you? - I'd like to rip her nipples off!
I'm not afraid of her. - How's it feel to be the other woman?
How does it feel being the other man?
I don't do that anymore. What's mine is mine, nobody else's.
What, you out from under him now? - Yeah, yeah. I'm the Mob Boss now!
Where are you taking me? - Some place you've never been.
How'd you get out so fast, so easy?
Movie star. You got it all. - Me? What about you?
You're this famous celebrity, you got your own club.
You're not even 20 yet! - Look what I had to do to get it.
You could have come with me. - I can't go anyplace on a shoestring.
I've been making my own way since I was 13.
Money's the only thing that ever saves you.
Hey, you're wrong.
Money was the only thing that ever saved me. Money and my looks.
I was born looking 18.
I can save you. - No, you can't.
Try me. - You can't.
You don't know what it's like being his slave. He's everywhere.
I can't even breathe in my own club. - You go on in about two minutes!
The Dutchman is looking for the lady. - See?
It was great while it lasted.
The Dutchman's really ticked off. She'd better get back.
Good evening and welcome to the Cotton Club!
What a night it is! What a crowd! It's Celebrity Night this evening.
And the stars come out.
We have Charlie Chaplin!
Fannie Brice!
And James Cagney!
And the man who's become America's newest screen idol.
Starring in the new hit movie,
"Mob Boss!"
He's the best white musician ever to sit in with our orchestra.
So give a warm round of applause for Harlem's own...
...Dixie Dwyer!
You okay? Lay off the crap, come on!
You want me to take Vera home?
I'll take care of Vera. - Lay off that crap!
The "Mob Boss." That punk is a real marshmallow.
All he ever did was copy my style. - Your style?
Yeah. - You got as much style as a bowl of turnips.
Shut up and have a drink! - I don't want a drink.
I said, drink.
Drinkers lie. I feel like telling the truth.
Tell the truth about what? - I don't know.
Thanks! I was a little nervous.
What did you do backstage with him? - I was kissing him.
Nice sitting in, Dixie.
Did you ever sleep with him? - Whenever I got the chance.
And I will again if I get the chance.
Well, you'll never get it. Who got you this? And this?
How about that? - Take your hands off her!
Don't touch her like that! - You son of a bitch!
I'll rip your little balls off. - Don't get into it, Dixie.
What is it you want, Dutch?
All you ever do is give people grief. You want to rip out her heart?
Wanna get into everybody's life and ruin it? Wanna be Genghis Khan?
You turn people's lives to shit!
How many people can you kill? - Let's take it outside.
Not in the club. Come on. - You...
Let's go!
I'm not going anywhere with you. - I said let's go!
No.
Crawl back in you rathole. Leave her alone, Dutch.
"Mob Boss"!
Hey, Mob Boss, you got one of these?
You son of a bitch?
You got one of these?
You fuckers! Get your hands off me!
Who do you think you are, putting your hands on the Dutchman!
Dwyer, you're one dead mick!
Having a ball tonight!
What a crowd, what a show! It's all part of the act!
Stop pushing me! - Get 'em out of here!
I'm not leaving here without my hat and coat!
I'll be right back.
Now the Sandman is going to do a little number for us!
Let's hear it for the Sandman!
You do this to the Dutchman?
I'm gonna grind that mick into a piece of meat.
Then he won't look so pretty to Vera.
He thinks he's safe cause he's got Madden to protect him.
I'll teach him how you get protected.
All these goddamn micks!
All of 'em. All of 'em gotta go!
That goddamn Madden's going back to jail where he belongs.
And goddamn good riddance! - Frenchy's the problem, boss.
Yeah, big Frenchy. Fuck him, too. I'll take 'em all on!
Give me some service!
Did you see who was sitting with him tonight? Luciano.
Here, Mike.
Gracias.
Those guineas. Now they're getting to be a problem.
Order me the usual. - Sure, boss.
Come over here. Give him a steak with french fries.
Get me an order of ribs. 26 ribs, not 20. What about you?
I love you, Lila.
I liked your picture. I like it when the mob boss is good looking.
Like Owney Madden there? Hiya, Owney!
Hi, kid. - Come here.
I ain't gonna be boss of nothing after next week.
You retiring? - I'm going back to jail.
It's just a little parole violation. But it ain't a bad excuse to get out.
There's a lot of ambition in the numbers racket these days.
The Irish don't know when to quit. Some of us, we learn as we go.
Have a good time, Charlie.
We learn as we go.
Goodnight, Dixie. - I'm catching a train for the coast.
Have a good trip. - You were very brave.
So often you've been my protector.
I could make a career out of it.
It wouldn't work. He'll never let me go.
That part of your life is over now.
I'm going to ask you one more time.
You wanna come along?
Do me the biggest favor you ever did.
Just kiss me on my lips and don't say anything.
Keep looking over your shoulder and maybe we'll see each other again.
Maybe we'll have a drink. Maybe we'll make love.
Maybe...
Dixie, my very very lover!
Maybe...
Bye.
Wait. - What?
Did you fix the warden? - It's done.
I bet you didn't get the car? - Wall to wall.
What is this? In 3 months you're out with a nice horse farm in Arkansas.
Well, you never know. - I'll tell you one thing.
The way we got Sing Sing set up for you, freedom could be a letdown.
This is for your fantasy!
Hey, Monk. - Give'em hell up there, Owney.
Come on.
When you bringing the new Cotton Club show up to Sing Sing?
A week from Wednesday. - Ok. I'll start them on the scenery.
Come on, fellas.
What a guy.
Now try and save some money in Hollywood, Michael.
Yeah, go on, go, go. - Go on, don't miss your train.
Yeah, I'm going.
Here, buy a new coat. - Goodbye, son.
Here, you're moving your arms too much. Let me show you.
Try it.
Now you've got it.
Come here, doll! - Dixie, I'm free!
No, the mob boss has got you now!
All aboard.
Drink to a happy ending, Vera Cicero!