On the Waterfront

Hi there, Johnny,
I was just coming over there.

-Where were you, in Chicago?
-No, I was just on my way over there.

How many times
you been knocked out, Terry?

Knocked out? Two times.
That's once too often.
Your brains must be rattling.
What you got up there, Chinese bells?

I thought you were gonna
keep an eye on that church meeting.

I was there. Nothing was happening.
Nothing happening!
Some operator you got yourself there.

One more like him,
we'd all be wearing striped pyjamas.

I'm telling you, Johnny, it was a
big nothing. The priest did all the talking.

Half an hour later, a certain
Timothy J. Dugan had a secret session...

...with the crime commission,
and he done all the talking.

Dugan, what does he know?
Just 39 pages of our operation, that's all.
Where'd you get that?
-I got it.
-The complete works of Timothy J. Dugan.

I knew he had the guts, but I never--
Guts! Why, that crummy pigeon.
He ought to have his neck wrung!

That's what we get for mixing
with this punch-drunk brother of yours.

He was good for laughs,
but this is business.

I don't like anyone goofing off
in my business.

-I wasn't--
-Why are you going around with his sister?

Just shut up!
lt's just the Doyle broad,
she's got him so he doesn't...

...know where his feet is anymore.
lt's an unhealthy relationship.
-Get rid of her...

...unless you're both tired of living.
-You got her address?

We've got to do something
to muzzle Dugan...

...or he'll raise the biggest stink
this town's ever seen.