:42:02
No, l'm sorry to say l haven't. Have you?
:42:09
How's tricks?
:42:11
We live in inflationary fuckin' times.
How'd it go with Judge Capshaw?
:42:16
He told me Stephanie St Clair
offered him 20,000 to shut you down.
:42:20
No shit? Well, l'm flattered.
:42:24
You've gotta give that black bitch
credit. She's a wily old horse.
:42:28
So, how much to top her ice?
:42:30
- Capshaw wants forty.
- He's a greedy bastard.
:42:34
Judges don't come cheap, Arthur.
:42:36
That's true.
They're the crookedest crooks around.
:42:39
With a bit of proper evidence,
he can guarantee a conviction.
:42:44
- Get the policy paper?
- l'm on it.
:42:47
What about them Salke brothers, huh?
:42:50
How would you like one of them
fuckin' your sister?
:42:53
Well, it's better than some
l could think of.
:43:01
d Don't knock on my door
:43:05
d l done told you two or three times
l don't want you no more
:43:11
d l run in here, baby, cos l got kinda sick
Ain't nothing ailing my stomach
:43:16
d lt's something wrong with my...
Dixieland was a camp in Georgia
:43:20
d You can't stay there very long
:43:24
d All the friends l had
done shook hands and gone
:43:29
Mr Johnson.
Mr Johnson, l work at the pool hall.
:43:32
l wanna work for you. l promise l'll
be the fastest runner you ever seen.
:43:37
The Queen ain't hiring no runners, son.
Neither am l.
:43:40
Besides, ain't it past your bedtime?
:43:42
Oh, man,
l'm gonna close this party down!
:43:45
d ..told you two or three times
l don't want no junk
:43:57
Bumpy Johnson! My name
Miss Philmore. l'm Danny's mother.