HENRY (V.O.)
But now the guy has got to come up
with Paulie 's money every week,
no matter what. Business bad? ****
you, pay me. You had a fire? ****
you, pay ma. The place got hit by
lighting? **** you, pay me. Also,
Paulie could do anything. Especially
run up bills on the joint's credit.
Why not? Nobody's gonna pay for it
anyway.
EXT. BAMBOO LOUNGE - REAR ALLEYWAY - DAY
WE SEE cases of liquor, wine, etc., being carried out of
the rear door of the lounge by HOODS from the cabstand and
loaded onto U-Haul trucks.
HENRY (V.O.)
As soon as the deliveries are made
in the front door, you move the
stuff out the back and sell it at
a discount. You take a two hundred
dollar case of booze and sell it
for a hundred. It doesn't matter.
It's all profit.
INT. BAMBOO LOUNGE OFFICE
HENRY, JIMMY and TOMMY are standing around the small
workman's table. There is no desk. The office looks denuded
of furniture. A LAWYER is going over papers.
A terrified, unshaven SONNY BAMBOO is seated behind the
desk. The LAWYER is showing him where to sign.
HENRY (V.O.)
And, finally, when there's nothing
1 left, when you can't borrow
another buck from the bank or buy
another case of booze, you bust
the joint out.