Robert Taylor credited as playing...
Tommy Farrell
- Thomas Farrell: What did you do before you were glamorized by the Golden Rooster?
- Vicki Gaye: Danced a little.
- Thomas Farrell: No talent?
- Vicki Gaye: I think so! No takers.
- Thomas Farrell: So, you gave it up.
- Vicki Gaye: It was that or give up eating.
- Thomas Farrell: And then?
- Vicki Gaye: Model.
- Thomas Farrell: Modeling for what? Calender art? Girlie magazines? Tell me when I'm warm.
- Vicki Gaye: Seems I don't have too.
- Thomas Farrell: Self-destruction among showgirls seems to be a kind of occupational hazard. Probably the cheery atmosphere of nightclub life.
- Thomas Farrell: A girl's entitled to what she can get. When you sell your pride, its tough to put a price on it.
- Rico Angelo: Get him some coffee.
- Thomas Farrell: I'll take it down there, Nick.
- Gangster: What's the matter with here?
- Rico Angelo: Shh! It's a chick! Chicks come first.
- Rico Angelo: He's a smart kid.
- Thomas Farrell: Brilliant. He's also a psychopath!
- Rico Angelo: You know, that's what I like about you, Tommy, you got class, big talk, fancy words. But, what's it mean?
- Thomas Farrell: He's insane, Rico. Crazy, Gone in the head.
- Rico Angelo: Why? Because he takes care of a few rats who got in his way? Maybe I done the same thing! Am I crazy too?
- Thomas Farrell: You're predictable, Rico. He isn't. He doesn't kill for business, he kills because he enjoys it. He's like a dog with the rabies, except he doesn't froth at the mouth. Someday he'll get around to that too.
- Rico Angelo: Look, maybe he froths, maybe he don't froth, all I know is he's in trouble.
- Thomas Farrell: [having received an important phone call] I have to leave. There's, uh, a meeting, a dinner.
- Vicki Gaye: A "dinner"? At two o'clock in the morning?
- Thomas Farrell: Ehh, that's normal for Rico Angelo.
- Thomas Farrell: By the way, our genial host of the evening, Mr. Rico Angelo, owns a sizable piece of the Golden Rooster. He might be able to do something for you. Seeing you're a dancer - for which I'll take your word. You might prefer that to parading around half-naked.
- Rico Angelo: Cookie La Motte, shake hands with Tommy Farrell.
- Cookie La Motte: [La Motte lamely holds out his hand; Farrell declines to shake it. La Motte looks awkwardly at Farrell, then at Angelo] So this is your genius?
- Rico Angelo: [to Farrell] Maybe you've heard of Cookie?
- Thomas Farrell: Oh, everyone's heard of Cookie. Youngest punk in Illinois ever to beat a murder rap. 16, weren't you, Cookie?
- Cookie La Motte: [pointedly] 15 and a half.
- Thomas Farrell: [with false politeness] *Excuse* me.
- Thomas Farrell: [Giving his advice, regarding a possible indictment of Cookie by special investigator lawyer Jeffrey Stewart] Get out of town, Cookie. If possible, get out of the state. You haven't got a prayer.
- Cookie La Motte: [Nonchalantly] No? Why?
- Thomas Farrell: Too many witnesses against you.
- Cookie La Motte: "Witnesses"? For instance?
- Thomas Farrell: Well, to name a few, Manny Nichols, for instance. Saul Horseman, for instance. Frank Canneri. Lippy Burke. There's quite a list. I can't remember all of them.
- Cookie La Motte: [Starts to laugh mockingly] Witnesses? Those guys are dead!
- Thomas Farrell: [Soberly] That's what I mean, Cookie. Any investigator in his right mind knows who buried 'em.
- Rico Angelo: What do you say? What are his chances?
- Thomas Farrell: Do you want it quick? - - Get out of town Cookie.
- Thomas Farrell: Listen, gay boy, you don't run around knocking off State's Attorneys. It isn't being done this year. If Stewart gets a scratch on him, they'll run you down like a sewer rat!
- Jeffrey Stewart: There's one difference between us. I happen to be on the right side.
- Thomas Farrell: And I have no rights at all. Except, one. The right to be left alone, do you mind? I'd like to read my newspaper.