Mike:
You know who them fellas are?
Remy Marco:
Who are they?
Mike:
One of them is Little Dutch, then there's No Nose Cohen, Blackhat Gallagher, and a guy I don't know. He must be a total stranger.
Nora Marco:
What difference does it make who they are? I don't care anything about them and I don't want them there.
Remy Marco:
Now listen, Nora. Those are the guys I had trouble with in the old days. They tried to see me a couple of times before.
Mike:
Yeah, the trouble with them guys is they could never get the idea out of their heads that they had a right to that brewery just because they started it.
Remy Marco:
Yeah, but the worst of it is what would people think, finding them this way in my own house.
Nora Marco:
You can't get back in the papers now, of all times. Think what it would mean to Mary... and the Whitewoods.
Remy Marco:
Aw, the Whitewoods. Think what it would mean to Marko's beer.
Nora Marco:
All right then, get those people out of this house. I don't care what you do with them, but get them out of here quietly. I'll keep Mary upstairs with me.
Mike:
They got plenty of artillery, too.
Remy Marco:
Yeah, well we'd better hide it. Say, I'll wisen up the boys. They'll be interested.
Mike:
Okay.
Remy Marco:
Hey Mike.
Mike:
Yeah?
Remy Marco:
Which one of them had the king full? Little Dutch?
Mike:
Yeah.
Remy Marco:
I thought so. Lucky fink, that Little Dutch.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:13