Bugsy Malone? I haven't heard of this story for so long!
Yeah, Bugsy Malone! I'll tell you the real story right here on the boards:
There was this kid I grew up with -- he was younger than me. Sorta looked up to me -- you know. We did our first work together -- worked our way out of the street. Things were good, we made the most of it. During Prohibition -- we ran custard into Chicago -- made a fortune. As much as anyone, I loved him -- and trusted him. Later on he had an idea -- to build a speakeasy out of a stop-over for GI's on the way to the local bar. That kid's name was Bugsy Malone -- and the Speakeasy he invented was Fat Sam's Grandstand. This was a great kid -- a kid with vision and guts. And there isn't even a plaque -- or a signpost -- or a statue of him in that town! Someone put a custard cream splurge through his eye. No one knows who gave the order -- when I heard it, I wasn't angry; I knew Bugsy -- I knew he was head-strong, talking loud, saying stupid things. So when he turned up dead -- I let it go. And I said to myself, this is the business we've chosen -- I didn't ask who gave the order -- because it had nothing to do with business!