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(cattle mooing)

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(cattlemen exclaiming) (cattle mooing)

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(gates rattling)

(gate slamming)

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(pistol firing)

- Take five.

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(button clicks)

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(carcass slamming)

(gate rattling)

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(meat thuds)

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(shoe thuds)

(saw buzzing)

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(machine clinking) (meat slapping)

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(machine whirring)

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(cart rattling)

(machine whirring)

(machine whirring)

(machine whirring)

(button clicks)

- Special order.

(machine whirring)

(machine whirring)

(meat thuds)

(lively jazz music) (engine revving)

(lively jazz music continues)

(horn honking) (lively jazz music continues)

(lively jazz music continues) (engine revs)

(car honks)

(lively jazz music continues) (engine revs)

(people chattering)

- Hello.

Goodnight, sir.

(people chattering)

(people laughing)

- Go cool it, baby.

(people chattering)

That broad.

She could write a dirty book

and make it a bestseller in two weeks.

Jimmy, give us some drinks here.

How've you been, Nick?

I've been looking all over town for you.

- Okay, how about yourself, Jake?

- Got some trouble.

Big trouble in Kansas City with Mary Ann.

He's getting fat as a water rat.

He owes us a lot, Nick, close to a half a million.

He's skimming his own cream

and sticking Kansas right up my ass.

I need you to straighten him out.

- So what's the tab? - 50 grand.

Anyway it cuts.

- Anyway?

- Anyway.

- Well, get yourself a bagman.

- No, Nick, it's bigger than that.

I need you.

- Well, Jake, I'm kind of taking my ease.

Why don't you use your own boys?

- 1 did, Nick.

I sent Kelly down there,

sent McGuire down to look for him.

We found him in 10 feet of cow flop

and we found McGuire floating down to Missouri.

And then I sent down Murphy.

Shaughnessy, bring that over here.

(package thuds) Take a look at that, Nick.

Go ahead, take a look.

(people chattering) (people laughing)

Brings back bad memories, Nick.

Weenie and Mary Ann.

The pig's foot brothers.

They knocked out on everyone

and we knew them when.

- Yeah.

- I'll need some boys.

- Delaney.

O'Brien.

Shaughnessy here.

They're good men, Nick.

They're young, but they're good.

And what's going on in this town, the best I got.

- Okay, they'll do fine.

- That-a-boy, Nick, see you around.

- Oh, Jake.

You better watch out.

You might have yourself another Clarabelle.

- I never did have any taste, Nick.

When you get to Kansas City,

don't say hello to Clarabelle for me.

- What should I do with these, Mr. Devlin?

- Oh, did you know Murphy?

- Yeah. - Was he a good guy?

- Oh yeah, he's a good guy.

- Then bury him.

- [Radio Announcer] Port for Chicago remains unchanged.

The heat wave continues into the fifth day

with temperatures in the mid 90s and high humidity.

All parts of the Midwest are similarly affected

and no relief is expected

for at least the next four to six days.

Meanwhile, conditions in the east from Washington

to New England are relatively cool

with highs reaching the mid 80s.

(tires skidding)

That's news and weather for now.

More of the same at nine o'clock.

Now back to Walter Sea.

- [Shay] Went with the old times, eh, Nick?

(door shuts)

- I've never been to Kansas City.

- I'll take it, kid. - [O'Brien] Thanks, Mr. Shay.

- Jump in, kid.

- Would you...

Would you meet my mother, Mr. Devlin?

- Sure. (dog barking)

- He's coming to meet you, Mom.

Oh look, it's Mr. Devlin.

I've never seen a car so big in my life.

- Nick says he wants to meet you, Mom.

- It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mrs. O'Brien.

- The same, I'm sure, Mr. Devlin.

- All right. - Hello.

- How do you do?

- Hello. (giggles)

(group whispering)

- Jump in.

(engine starts)

(engine revs)

- Corn beef and cabbage, eh, kid?

(tense dramatic music)

(tense dramatic music continues)

(tense dramatic music continues)

- Coffee, Nick?

- Yeah, okay.

- [O'Brien] I've never been to KC.

It's all farmland, huh?

- [Shay] Yeah.

- What do they grow there?

- [Shay] Wheat, corn.

(tense dramatic music continues)

(tense dramatic music continues)

(traffic whooshing)

(tense dramatic music continues)

(car whooshes)

(light dramatic saxophone music)

(suspenseful music)

- Jesus, what a bare-ass town.

(suspenseful music continues) (cattle mooing)

- Hang a left here.

(tires skidding)

Stay put.

(people snoring)

(person coughing)

(water dripping)

(toilet flushing)

- [Speaker] One, two, three, seven.

One, two, three, six.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, five.

One, two, three, six.

- [Group] Six, one, seven, one, eight, one, nine.

And hold, one, two, one, three.

One, four, one five, one, Six,

one, seven, one, eight, one, nine and one.

- What the?

- Nice to see you in the same old rat hole.

- Didn't expect to see you here, Nick.

You want some, Nick?

It's kosher Kill.

(items crashing)

(man shouting)

- Too bad, Weenie. That's your hot dog hand.

You tell Mary Ann that I'm here,

and not to get any fancy ideas

about turning me or any of my boys into hamburger.

You got it?

- Not hamburger.

Irish stew! Then grease!

(rapid energetic music)

(cows mooing)

- Nice day.

- We're all closed down. It's a private sale.

- Country hospitality. Shit!

(energetic country music)

(crowd chattering) (cows mooing)

- No, no, absolutely. She's great.

(men laughing) (voices overlapping)

(cow mooing)

- [Man] Is this gonna beep?

(voices overlapping)

- This guy says to the girl:

"That's not my ring, that's my wristwatch."

(men laughing)

- Can't beat that, it's outstanding.

- Nick.

- Mary Ann.

- You're a sight for the old eyes.

- You, too.

How's life been treating you?

- I heard you're back East.

- Chicago.

- Chicago?

You know some of the guys, don't you?

- Yeah, I know some of the guys.

(men chattering)

You eat guts?

- Yeah.

I like them.

- Talk now, eat later.

- You micks-- - Yeah, we got bad tempers.

(Mary Ann laughing)

- George, slice up some more meat there, will you?

Give them anything they want.

(men chattering)

Dig in, guys.

Come on, dig in, will you?

American beef is better. Eat more meat.

(men laughing)

I gotta talk some business here

with my friend Nick from Chicago.

Chicago. (cow mooing)

- Pretty fancy place you got here.

I thought you and Weenie

were in the meatpacking business.

- Well, cow flesh, girl flesh.

It's all the same to me.

What they're buying, I'm selling.

What do you want, Nick?

- The $500,000 Gs you stiffed Chicago.

Nobody liked the hot dogs, Mary Ann.

- Maybe Jake'll like steak next time.

- Don't push.

- (laughing) Come on, Nick, smarten up.

Chicago's crumbling.

There's nothing left there anymore

but kids and old men.

What hasn't been burned down

has been shot out, picked over.

If it still moves, it's stuck in Joliet.

The East, who's running it? (cow mooing)

Black boys? Puerto Ricans?

They got their own way of doing things.

- You talk their spic talk?

- Si.

- What do they got anybody wants, rats and garbage?

You know what Chicago is?

Chicago is a sick old sow,

grunting for fresh cream.

What it deserves is slop.

Someday, they're gonna boil that town down for fat.

Here, it's different. This is the heartland.

Everybody wants what I got.

Grade A. Prime stuff, raised special.

Of course, we gotta keep them a little doped up.

Uppers, downers, all the livestock gets their shots.

- [Girl] Help me, please.

- Why don't you come in with me, Nick?

It's good business.

- No. You wallow in your own sewer.

Just get it up for Chicago.

- It's the weekend, you know.

The banks are closed.

- Banks get opened.

Easy or hard, they get opened.

- You be at the fair tomorrow.

I'll give you what you want.

- [Nick] How much is girl flesh to go these days?

- Well, the Blue Book is $20,

but for you it'd be $15.

- Let's just say I'm taking her on account.

- Yeah, real smart.

You and Jake, you think you're big men.

Walk in anywhere, you take down

your pants and I'll take down mine.

We'll see who's the biggest man.

- Why don't we just ask Clarabelle?

(car starting)

How's the thumb, Weenie?

If it still hurts, why don't you

stick it in your mouth and suck?

(dramatic music)

(horse whinnying)

Here, take care of things for me, would you, please?

Nicholas Devlin.

- Nick.

- Hello, Jerry. How are you?

- Good to see you, Nick. - See you.

- Have your reservations all ready.

- Good.

- Show Mr. Devlin the Chicago Suite.

They used to call it the Presidential Suite,

but they don't stop in Kansas anymore.

Anything you need Nick, just ask.

You look fine.

- You look good, too, pal.

(bell ringing)

I'll take her.

- She's light as a baby.

- Shay, she'll need some things.

Send somebody up from the dress department.

- All right, who deals?

All right, I put my ante in.

This is gonna cost you, fellas.

I open.

- Hello, kid.

- Hi.

- [Man] Okay, first of all, operating.

- I never saw anything so pretty.

It smells good.

- [Man] I go the limit.

- Straight Havana.

- I've got a good nose.

- Smell a friend from a mile away, huh?

- You bet.

What's your name?

- Nick. What's yours?

- Poppy.

- Hello, Poppy.

Am I your present?

- [Man] Let's get something to eat.

- No.

Protective custody.

- Well, I guess that's not so bad.

(paper rustling)

(soft music)

Is this one okay?

There. Am I all right?

- Just fine.

(bright orchestral music)

- Two, sir? - Two, please.

(bright orchestral music)

- Would you prefer the dinner, sir?

- Yes, we'll have the dinner.

I believe the young lady would like the consommeé

and I'll have the vichyssoise.

(paper crinkling)

- Connie, white Jersey, $2,500.

- We're gonna have the best fair ever.

- Huh?

- Yep, we got the best damn fair ever.

- Let me see that.

I'll get some liniment for that.

Shorthorn. (elephants trumpeting)

- It ain't gonna sting, is it?

- No.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

- Ah, Mary Ann!

Come on, come off!

(Mary Ann laughing)

- That's gonna heal just fine.

- Yeah. - Oof!

- See? It didn't hurt a bit.

- Not you, you old wart.

- You old cheese.

- Goddamn old weevil, you!

- You old sow belly!

- You goddamn cowgut!

(both grunting)

- Okay.

(both chuckling)

- I sure am glad you're my brother, Mary Ann.

(both grunting)

- Black Angus...

- Say you'll spit! - 1 won't!

- Say it!

- Minneapolis. Frieda, Guernsey....

17, five...

(ice crumbling)

(Mary Ann laughing)

- You turd-head!

- You old skinny shit!

(Weenie screaming)

- Glorybelle, Hereford, 10,000, (indistinct).

How do you like our country ways, Mr. Crockman?

- I've seen worse. (laughing)

I think I got myself a smart-ass city slicker. (laughing)

(Mary Ann shouting)

- [Accountant] Uncut fresh coke, $85,000.

- Mary Ann, you're a son of a bitch.

- [Accountant] White Jersey, $2,000.

- Oh yeah?

(both laughing)

- Poppy, white Jersey, on account.

On account?

On account of what?

- On account of Chicago, you little sheeny.

- Chicago, Jezebel, Hereford....

(tense music) (elephant trumpeting)

- [Announcer] For 100 years, men have slaughtered

these magnificent animals.

Ironically, the largest mammals that walk the earth was--

- You going out?

- You tore my shirt, you dummy.

- I'm sorry.

- Yeah, I'm going to that Chamber of Commerce soirée.

I'll pick up Clarabelle down at the boat.

- Do you suppose Clarabelle's

got an old dress she don't need?

- What?

- I sort of wanna borrow a dress.

- What are you talking about?

- She's got a lot of dresses up there and I'd just like to--

- Her dresses don't fit you.

- Mary Ann.

- Yeah, go on.

She buys enough to stuff a silo.

Hey.

Don't bust a gut.

- I never knew a man before, not even to talk to.

- Well, where did they keep you?

- In the orphanage with the other girls.

- And where was that?

- It was in Missouri.

It's the only home I really remember.

It was in the country.

- Then you have nobody?

- Just Violet.

- Who? - Violet.

The other girl that was with me.

She's my sister.

Well, not truly, but we're closer than that.

Violet and me, we'd climb into each other's bed

when it was really cold in the wintertime,

and hug each other really close.

Sometimes, we'd touch each other

and dream how men's hands would feel on us.

I'd talk to her in a really deep voice

and I'd say, "I love you, Violet."

And I'd kiss her so she wouldn't cry.

(soft music)

We tried to run away once.

But the old woman caught us.

She said we couldn't leave,

that we were being raised up special.

But that when we were done,

there'd be lots of handsome men loving us forever.

- You didn't really believe that, did you?

- No.

You could tell they were lying,

but it didn't matter much,

‘cause in the spring, we'd run out into the fields

and there'd be sunshine and new rain,

and I'd be a squirrel, and a rabbit, and a badger

and then I'd fall down and feel the earth

and in an instant, I'd know that being alive

was just everything.

- I like that.

- Do you truly?

- Truly.

- Say my name.

- Poppy.

- Say it again.

- Poppy.

(crickets chirping) (cows mooing)

(cows mooing)

(pig squealing)

(fountain trickling)

(tense music)

- Violet?

Violet?

Violet's a real pretty name.

Put it on. (music continues)

You're beautiful, Violet.

Yeah, you are.

You're as beautiful as anybody I ever seen.

If you do real good,

I'll take you to the fair.

Yeah, I will.

Mm-hmm, uh-huh.

(bright band music)

- [Announcer] All swine (indistinct)...

(pigs grunting)

Building C.

(cow mooing)

All 4-H...

(whistle blowing)

(bright band music)

(crowd chattering)

- Jayhawker Fair souvenirs.

Who's gonna have one?

- [Announcer]... will be declared ineligible

to be shown to judges.

(horn honking)

Those entering in the wrong categories

will be disqualified....

(music continues) (crowd chattering)

(crowd cheering)

(shot firing) (turkey gobbling)

(crowd cheering)

(child splashing)

(bright music)

- [Man] All right, here and there!

(indistinct)

(riders screaming)

(bright band music)

(crowd cheering)

(shots popping)

(children laughing)

(indistinct)

(cows mooing)

(Poppy laughing)

(kids laughing)

(whistle blowing)

- ...here in the flank. Got that?

- [Group] Yep.

- [Barker] Knock them down and win a prize.

(sheep bleating)

- [Man] Y'all come down the road (indistinct).

(rings clinking)

(music continues)

(baby cooing)

(children screaming)

- [Seller] Cotton candy coming up.

(bright music)

- [Announcer] Such exhibitors (indistinct).

- A young girl at a fair

and she doesn't see anything but her man.

- I love him.

- Do you, now?

Well, he's a fine one.

- He is, isn't he?

- He is who he is. - Souvenirs!

- If you could see under this jacket, you'd know.

Four slugs I took in this gut.

But Nick wouldn't let me die.

- Was it in the war?

- [Seller] Corn on a stick, corn on a stick!

- You might say that.

- [Seller] Corn on a stick.

- Very good.

How about you?

You want to shake my hand? (cow mooing)

All right.

Good.

Got your hair cut, didn't you?

Used to be way down to there. (laughing)

Okay, here we are.

(cow mooing)

Third prize for you,

you old sweet doll, you, you little devil.

Here you are, first prize.

Congratulations.

(cow mooing)

Joe.

Okay, take her to the ranch, will you?

(children chattering) (voices overlapping)

- I'll just lighten you up.

- Oh, thank you.

- That's a real fine beef you got there, sonny.

(laughing) Count them out, Joe.

(cow mooing)

- [Man] Come on.

- He's a pet.

- You go home and fatten up another one for me, hear?

(cow mooing)

- Do you wanna buy a goat?

- (laughing) No.

(milk squirting) (music continues)

- [Announcer] Second number, 14. (indistinct)

The second number two is...

- He's the expert from Chicago.

I heard people talking.

Well, what do you think?

Was it all right?

- Right tasty. It's smooth.

- [Woman] The milk?

- I, um...

- Well?

- Well, the fact is, I think I'd better have a little more.

(milk squirting)

Full bodied.

- You're certainly a man who knows his milk.

- Well, you're certainly a woman who knows milk.

First prize.

(indistinct)

(voices overlapping) (music continues)

- Violet!

Violet, Violet, it's so good to see....

Violet? It's me, Poppy.

- She ain't feeling so good.

- [Mary Ann] We're gonna work real hard

and get a first next year, aren't we?

- Yeah. - Right?

(indistinct)

How about you?

Nick, we were waiting on you.

- Judging the price of kids, huh?

- No, no, not these little hunkers.

I wouldn't give them away.

They're right smart Kansas kids.

What are you looking at?

- Me.

Hello, Nick.

- Clarabelle.

- Well, it looks just like old times.

Hello, Shay.

- [Sell] Get your Red Hots,

growing on a stick right over here.

- [Clarabelle] Your old bull won first prize.

- Hey, how about that? (laughing)

(cow mooing)

Don't she look swell, Nick?

She dresses better than the Governor's wife.

- Clarabelle could always think ahead.

- (chuckles) You haven't changed a bit, Nick.

- Well, nobody does. Not where it counts.

- I'll have to chew on that for a while.

- No, you ain't gonna chew on anything.

(laughing) Just go and talk to the Senator.

- See you around, Nick.

(audience applauding) (indistinct)

- What do you think of all this, Nick?

(sheep bleating)

- I think it stinks.

- You would.

All you know is concrete.

(cow mooing)

You know, my family were Americans

when yours was still digging the bugs

out of Irish potatoes.

- Go on, wave a flag and make me laugh.

- Wait a minute.

You think I don't know this country, huh?

I know it. This is my country.

I give it just what it wants: dope and flesh.

Something up the arm,

something to lick around the belly.

Did you have a good time last night, huh?

(Mary Ann laughing)

(slap landing)

(cows mooing)

Joe.

(sheep bleating)

- Ah, Joe, I thought you were back

in New York with Uncle Frank.

- Times change.

(package crashing)

- Don't they?

- This is not Chicago, Nick.

No Loops, no taxis.

This is my country.

(cow mooing)

- You just bought the farm.

- Not me. You.

- Mary Ann, the turkey shoot's about to begin.

- Let's win us a prize. (laughing)

Just let my boys show you around.

(music continues) (cows mooing)

- You little....

- Violet!

(punch landing) (voices overlapping)

(cows mooing)

(shot firing) (people screaming)

- That ain't fair.

(people shouting) (music continues)

- Look out!

- I'll go for the car. Keep looking.

- Yeah.

(lively band music)

(cows mooing)

(music continues)

(whistle blowing)

(audience applauding)

(voices overlapping)

(people shouting)

(audience cheering)

(shots firing)

(turkey cobbling)

- [Announcer] Center target.

(audience applauding) Contestant number two.

(shots firing)

We'll shoot off all of our turkeys later on.

(audience applauding)

Six hits to center target.

Contestant number three, you may fire.

(shots firing) (audience applauding)

(shots firing) (audience applauding)

(people shouting)

Will the young lady and gentleman

in their Sunday go-to-meeting clothes

please clear the track? - Out of my way, all of you.

Now move.

(shot firing)

- [Announcer] You are dangerously close to the firing line.

(audience applauding)

- Uh-uh, go, go, go.

(shot firing)

- [Announcer] Contestant number three

scored five hits to center target.

- No, I'm sorry.

(shots firing) (audience applauding)

- Over there.

(crowd chattering)

(turkeys gobling)

- How you kids doing?

- Fine.

- Just out of my way. Move.

(crowd exclaiming) (crowd laughing)

(audience applauding)

(dramatic music)

(wind blowing)

- [Searcher 1] Damned if I see him anywhere.

- [Searcher 2] Me neither.

- [Searcher 1] Maybe they're still hiding in the woods.

(wind blowing)

- How you doing, kid?

- Okay.

- Good.

I'm sorry it was a lousy fair.

- But what....

They're trying to kill you.

- Well, that's nothing new.

How's your spunk, kid?

- Okay. - Okay, let's go.

- What have they done to Violet?

- The same thing they would have done to you.

(engine roaring)

(dramatic music)

Get up!

(blades whirring)

(dramatic music)

- There they are!

(car engine roaring)

(blades whirring)

(Poppy screams)

- Now!

(metal crashing)

(metal grinding)

(metal ripping)

(explosion blasting)

(metal clanking)

(traffic humming)

(tires thumping)

- Take care of her.

- Yeah.

- Oh, and find some wheels to fit between those.

I'll see you back at the hotel.

- Yeah, Nick, okay.

- Hey, thanks for the lift, kid.

Look, buy your club a case of beer.

(engine rumbling)

(faint music)

(sultry music)

- Hello, Nick.

- Hello, Clarabelle.

- I thought you might come around to see an old friend.

- Well, I certainly wouldn't miss you.

- I gave all my sailors a long shore leave.

- Well, they probably needed the rest.

- (laughing) Haven't you heard, Nick?

I'm a good woman.

- [Nick] What's it like to be married?

- Well, it's--

- To Mary Ann?

- He does just fine for me.

He loves me better than his blue-ribbon bull.

And I have a house in the Riviera in my own name,

and a ton of Hong Kong gold

stuffed in a Swiss bank,

and a cosmetic factory, fancy-smelling.

- Pig grease, and fat, and slop.

- And I live in a yacht named Clarabelle.

And it feels great.

- You've won. - Yeah. (chuckles)

We've come a long way, Nick.

- 604 miles.

- They tell good stories about you now.

Good tough ones. - Hard ones.

- What did you come here for, Mary Ann or me?

- Mary Ann.

(music continues)

- Mary Ann's in the icehouse freezing things.

Me, I'm already thawed.

- Miss Chicago?

- Stick Chicago.

But I've missed you, Nick.

It was great being your girl.

- Yeah, but we wore it out.

- No.

We could still make it together again.

I'm very young,

and I wouldn't even mind being a widow.

- You're really something, Clarabelle.

You really are.

- Did you set up Mary Ann against Chicago

just for old times' sake?

- I don't run Mary Ann.

I just push a man as far as he will go

and hope to hell it's the graveyard.

- Then you'd better make it quick.

‘Cause I'm liable to beat you to it.

(distant horn honking)

- Oh! (sultry music)

What the hell are you doing?

- Kicking your ass down to Missouri.

- Son of a bitch!

(engine rumbling)

(siren blaring)

(indistinct radio chatter)

- [Dispatch] (indistinct) Sycamore code 2.

- Mary Ann's boys broke in, Nick.

They used a sawed-off shotgun.

- What about the girl?

- [Both] They got her.

- Shaughnessy and I,

we were in the garage getting a new car.

Everything's in it.

- Let's go. (siren blaring)

(zipper zipping)

- Let's get out of here.

- Violet?

Violet?

(Violet's breath hitching)

- Weenie was all through with me.

Really through.

He said they could love me for a nickel.

He brought Poppy here, and he made her watch.

(change falling)

(thunder rolling)

(dramatic music)

- God damn them, Shay.

- God damn them, kid.

- They'll be waiting.

- Yeah.

- All staked out.

- Yeah.

- It don't bother me.

- Don't it, kid?

- Nope.

(thunder rolling)

God damn them, Shay. (music continues)

(thunder rolling) (dramatic music)

(shots firing)

(wind blowing)

(bird chirping)

(shot firing)

(shots firing)

(gun clicking)

(shots firing)

(thunder rolling)

(shots firing)

(shots firing)

- Come on, Big!

(shots firing)

- You stay here. I'll be back for you.

(tense music)

(thunder rolling)

(horn honking)

(shots firing)

Just do as you're told, friend, and keep moving.

Faster.

(engine rumbling)

Turn in here. Do it! (dramatic music)

(gate crashing)

(shot firing)

(shots firing)

(glass crashing)

(building crashing)

(water running)

(glass cracking)

(thunder crashing)

(shots firing)

- He's coming in. (horse whinnying)

(pig grunting)

(cow mooing)

(cow mooing)

(shots firing)

(animals squealing)

(shots firing) (animals calling)

(shots firing)

(animals crying out)

(gun clicking)

(pig grunting)

(shots firing) (animals calling)

(shots firing) (animals calling)

(rain pattering)

(shots firing) (animals calling)

- You're up next, Nick.

(animals calling)

(shots firing) (animals calling)

- Mary Ann?

(dramatic music)

Marry Ann, Mary Ann?

Mary Ann!

(Weenie shouting) Mary Ann!

(pig grunting)

(shots firing)

(Weenie screaming)

(dramatic music)

(rain pouring)

(cow mooing)

(pig grunting)

(pig squealing) (Mary Ann shouting)

(Mary Ann groaning)

- Nick!

(pig grunting)

(Mary Ann sobbing)

(pig grunting)

Kill me, Nick.

Finish me off, Nick. (panting)

Do it!

You would for a beast.

- You're a man.

- There's no difference.

- You're wrong.

There is.

(animals vocalizing)

(birds chirping)

(knocking on door)

- Well, what do you want?

- Them. All of them.

- Say, who do you think you are?

- J. Edgar Hoover.

- Hah, this is an orphanage.

- And I'm adopting.

Shay, get them out.

- A pleasure, Nick.

- You can't come in....

Hey, wait a minute. I know you.

- You sure do.

(punch landing)

- You've got fine style.

- Glad you think so, Nick.

(girls cheering)

Helen!

Oh, Holly.

Hi, Daisy. How are you?

(girls clamoring)

(girls cheering)

Where are you taking me?

Tell me where.

- Chicago.

- Chicago. What's it like?

- Well, it's windy. (gentle music)

And calm, and peaceful as any place anywhere.

(music continues)