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:03:12
l need to feed my babies.
:03:55
Let the men pass, son.
:03:59
No man knoweth
the moment nor the hour.

:04:06
Good day to you, sir.
:04:10
l'll be damned! Bumpy Johnson!
They let your ass out, huh?

:04:14
- How's business, Willie?
- People outta work play the numbers.

:04:22
Batter up! This one's for you, Babe Ruth!
:04:26
You gonna pay for that, Bub!
:04:28
Where's the slips? Where's the slips?
:04:33
- Call off your dogs, Bub!
- What did l tell you

:04:38
about running numbers out of this place?
:04:41
l was just trying to make a living
just like you, motherfucker!

:04:48
You mess with Dutch Schultz,
you messin' with me!

:04:56
You don't write
a goddamn thing in Harlem!


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