:55:01
Union boy over here.
:55:04
Well, look who's here.
:55:08
Fat Moe's bone yard boys.
:55:11
Which reminds me.
:55:13
How's that cancer in your gut
coming along, Chicken Joe?
:55:19
Untie him.
:55:21
I don't take orders from you.
:55:23
We're not asking you to take
orders, Joe. We're tellin' you.
:55:26
Now go ahead, untie him.
:55:29
Untie him.
:55:36
Untie him.
:55:48
This is Secretary Bailey's son.
:55:51
His name is David.
Just like yours.
:56:08
Who are you?
:56:11
Who's paying you?
:56:13
I think this is really going
to piss you off there, Mac.
:56:16
But I think it's those dirty
politician friends of yours.
:56:20
You crawl back and tell'em
we don't want you with us.
:56:25
Our fight's got nothing
to do with liquor ...
:56:27
and prostitution and dope.
:56:29
Well, you'd better get used
to the idea, pal.
:56:32
This country is
still growing up.
:56:34
Certain diseases is better to
have when you're still young.
:56:40
You boys ain't mild cases of
measels. You're the plague.
:56:45
And bastards like him
are immune.
:56:47
That's the difference
between us and them!
:56:53
Take this, kid. The difference is
that they're always going to win.
:56:57
And you're going to keep
getting it up the ass.
:56:59
Sooner than you think.