Two thugs, Jack the Knife and Spanish Charley, search an art gallery in New York until they hear someone pull up outside. They hide and the owner, Tom Harris, discovers that someone has torn up the place. He draws his gun and the two thugs gun him down. They check his pockets and find a postal receipt for a package he sent to Lucky. Their boss, Andre Damon, comes in and tells them that it's time to go to the Fortuna...Read the full recap
Andamo: Well, I think it's very sweet of him to remember your birthday.
Lucky: But it's not my birthday.
Andamo: Listen, don't quibble. He sent you a present, didn't he? That's it and that's all. Let's open it.
Lucky: No no no no. Please. Who's not having a birthday today, you or me?
Lucky: Then I'll open it.
Lucky: I mean, Tom knew quite a bit about art. Maybe this Damon is an unsung genius.
Andamo: Please, let's keep it clean, huh?
Charles Colter: Where did you say you got it?
Lucky: From a friend.
Charles Colter: A public subscription, or independent income. That's what Damon needs.
Charles Colter: So he wouldn't have to paint.
Lucky: You mean it's no good?
Charles Colter: It may be the worst painting in the world. I say maybe... because I haven't seen all the paintings in the world.
Andamo: You mean it isn't worth anything, eh?
Charles Colter: In my considered opinion, the mere possession of it puts you in the hole.
Charles Colter: Perhaps a quarter of a million, Mr. Lucky. At least $200,000.
Andamo: Just for a portrait of a woman.? Boy, I wonder what the real thing is worth.
Lucky: Ah, I'm glad to see that you appreciate good art.
Andamo: Listen, I'm a very great art lover, you know. Oh, yes, I hope some day to have a large collection of portraits of... George Washington. Abraham Lincoln. All those Presidents in green.