All language subtitles for İn old Chicago 1937tr

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Duramay�z.Chicago'dan iki �� saat uzakta de�il miyiz?

"Ha, ha," diyorum.

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S�rt�n�z� k�rba�layaca��m.

Chicago will not be movin'...

and us living there for the rest of our days, God willin'.

I'll not be held back by your tongue.

A fine city waiting there just over the rim of the land.

"Bu gece orada dinlenece�im," dedim kendime.

And so I will.
'Tis a mighty city will be built here.

The hub. Yes, the hub of the country...

fillin' all this prairie land and you boys living to see it.

Huh, indeed.

Come on.
Get along with ya.

Look, Pa.
It's a train.

Come on, Pa.
Let's race her.

By the twinklin' stars of heaven, I will.

- Come on, boys.
- You'll do no such.

Go on, Pa!
You can lick it!

We're licking it!
We're licking it!

Whoa! Whoa there!

Hold on, boys!
Whoa, boy. Whoa there.

Whoa!

Whoa, boy.

Holy Mary, Mother of God.

- Pat. Pat!
- Pa.

Pat. Jack,fix the water, quick.

Dion, my petticoat, tear it.

- Ma.
- Shh!

Dion, take off your coat and put it under his head.

- Is he hurt bad?
- How should I be knowin'?

Pour a little water over his head.

That's enough.
Dion, get the whiskey.

Never mind me.
Are the rest unharmed?

- Not a scratch.
- Heaven be praised for that.

'Twas me own fault and no other.

Ain't it the devil's own doin', though to be draggin' me down and then bumping the life out of me?

Just when the smell of Chicago's in me nose.

Jack.

Dion.

Bob.

Come closer here,the three of ya and mind what I have to say.

'Tis a grand new place,this Chicago.

And them that grow with it will be rich and strong like I was always minded to be.

'Tis a boom,and you'll boom with it.

Someday you'll be fine, big men a credit to me name and everybody speakin' with respect of the O'Learys and how they grew up with the city and put their mark on it.

You're wastin' yourself, Patrick.
You with your fine talk.

It's me last breath I'm usin', and I'll have me say.

Help me put him in the wagon.
We've got to find a doctor.

No.

No, it's no use.

Just bury me here and let Chicago come to me that couldn't come to it.

Molly...

Patrick.

- Patrick.
- Ma!

Holy Mary, Mother of God, help my Pat rest in peace him that was so restless on Earth,for he was a good man for all his fine ambitions.

And if there ever was to be food to be got or shelter or you wanted someone to laugh with or have a bit of a good time you didn't have to look any further than Patrick O'Leary.

But I need not be tellin' you all this who know it better than I do.

Amen.

Get the horses ready, boys.

Good-bye, Pat.

Someday, I'll be sendin' the priest...

to speak the proper words.

Ma, I'll take care of ya.

I'll do what he said.
You know, about Chicago and...

Sure, Ma, we'll take care of ya.

I'm gonna make a lot of money and get ya things and...

Hush it, the both of you.

Get in the wagon.

Giddap.

Ho!

Ma, we've gotta find
someplace to stay.

- We can't keep on living in a wagon.
- Time enough for that.

- It's a job I'm looking for first.
- Look!

There's a theater.

Maybe I could get to be an actor.

You an actor, and your father not cold in his grave.

But we've gotta do something.

It's school you'll be going to,the three of ya.

School, at my age.

Whoa.

Look. Right under my very eyes.

Wait here.

I won't be a minute away.

And keep your eyes off this picture and her in tights or worse.

-
- All right, Ma.

Gee! Look at them horses.

Ain't they beauts?

- Look. They're stuck.
- Yeah, in the mud.

Young man.
I mean you.

Could I bother you to assist us ladies to the sidewalk?

I'm sorry, ma'am, but I got on my new store-bought pants.

Whoa, boy! Whoa, whoa!

Ladies, if me and my brother here can make a saddle, maybe we could get you out.

- Saddle?
- Yes'm, like this.

All you gotta do is hold on.

Why, that's marvelous.
Ada, you try it.

That's gonna be grand.
Now mind your dress.

Dion.! Jack.!

- Up to The Hub.
- We just slipped.

You little brats!

- I'll... I'll...
- And who will you be hittin'?

- Look at me!
- A bit of mud, and it behind.

A pair of tender hands and plenty of soap,it'll be as good as new.

You don't know what you're talking about!

There's not a washerwoman in this town that could save this dress.

Is that so now? And what would you say if I told you that I could do it myself,if it was worth me time?

All right. You're so smart.
You save this dress, and I'll give you...

I'll be namin' the price, and you providin' the soap and the tub.

Hey, Ma.! Ma, I'm back.!

I got three from Gil Warren and two from Mrs. Palmer.

She says a pair of her what chamacallems are missing.

Oh, she did?

You can tell the fine lady she'll get 'em back when she pays for the soap she owes.

- Yes'm.
- And put up the horse.

Give her some oats. And be sure the barn door's fastened.

And then get your hands and face washed before it's supper.

Yes'm.

Gretchen.

Ja?

- Look out!
- The milk!

- It's gone!
- Oh, it's all right.

No use crying over it now.
It's spilt.

She might've kicked you.

I told you never to milk her without putting that bar between her legs.

That's what it's for.
Daisy, you hussy!

Mrs. O'Leary!
What will she say?

Oh, that's all right.
I'll fix it with Ma.

Ja?

Ja.

Aw, gee.

Ja. Gut.

- Thank you, Daisy.
- Ma.! Ma.!

Out here, Jack.

I thought you were coming down to court to hear me.

With all Chicago waitin' to be washed?
Get along with ya.

- Where'd I get the time?
- I sure made 'em sit up and take notice.

- Did you now?
- I told 'em just what I thought about 'em.

"My client is right,"I said, " and you know it.

But what do you care about people,as long as you can fill your pockets?"

No wonder they say this is the worst city, with politicians like Gil Warren running things.

- And how did the fine gentleman like that?
- Oh, he was sweatin' plenty.

" Sure," I said. " What do you care about Chicago being bad as long as business is good and you've got all the beef and pork in the world?

Take the handle.

"as long as business is good and you've got all the beef and pork in the world?

"But I'll tell you this. It takes more than those things to make this a great city.

"It takes people with some sense of decency to make this not only the biggest city in the world, but the best."

It's a fine silver tongue you ha' and your father would be that proud of you.

And I told him...

Here you are!

Well, good-bye, boys.
Don't let 'em keep you too long.

If you see my old lady, tell her I'm sitting up with a friend that was took sick.

Have a cigar, Jim. Thanks for the ride.
I'll do the same for you.

Thanks, lad. Anytime you're coming our way, let us know.

- We'll be glad to have you with us.
- I'll remember that.

Watch the mud on your shoes,
Pickle. You know Ma.

Hey, Ma! It's me!

- Hello, Ma!
- Howdy, Mrs. O'Leary.

- Hi, Jack.
- Hello, Pickle.

- Sorry you lost your case, Jack.
- Lost?

Sure. I, uh... I forgot to tell you.
The judge dismissed it.

Heaven help me. And all the time I thought he'd won it.

Don't worry. Warren won't hold it against you, as long as you lost.

I heard about it. A fella said Jack
had the courtroom hypnotized.

Yeah, everybody but the judge.

Had him too, only Gil Warren put him on the bench.

Keep your hand away from that.

But, Ma, it's just the right size.

Ma, for the last time,will you quit this laundry business?

Why should I be quittin'?

'Cause I don't want my best girl bending over a washtub all her life.

- Go along with you now.
- I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll get you a new place, out of the Patch,set you up like the finest hussy in town.

Huh? Look. Look, Ma.

- Where did you get that money?
- A fellow paid me.

You're lyin'. You've been gambling at that racetrack again.

There wasn't any gambling to it, Ma.

There are only eight horses in the race mine and seven others.

- All we had to do was shoot the other seven.
- Hmph!

Huh, indeed. Come on, Ma.
How about it, hmm?

I'll not be livin' on money that isn't honestly got.

Give us a kiss then, huh?

Now, Dion, get along with ya.
I've got my work. Dion!

Aw, come on.

Won't wash out.

Look at it.
I told that Gil Warren...

I wouldn't wash any more tablecloths they'd been drawing pictures on.

- Send it back.
- Wait a minute. This looks like a map.

Maybe Warren's gonna hunt for a buried treasure.

Hunt for it? He's already found it in the city treasury.

Something about Randolph Street...

and... and Madison.

This looks like the tracks for the horse car line.

I know what it is.

This means they're gonna run the car line along Randolph Street.

You're crazy. They've already surveyed Madison for the tracks.

Sure, they have. That's exactly what makes me think they're gonna run along Randolph.

- By golly, maybe you're right.
- Of course I'm right!

That's the way they cheat the people get them to invest on Madison Street and then switch the line by their own property.

What an idea.

You're right. This information is worth a fortune.

- Ha! Listen to him.
- And I'm gonna get part of it.

You with your fine talk and your grand plans not a penny ever honestly earned to your name.

Maybe so. But if I had this corner here where all the traffic meets,I'd put up the biggest saloon in town.

- Saloon?
- And free beers to you, Mrs. O'Leary.

I wouldn't be stepping my foot inside.

Then I guess we'll have to keep on rushing the growler for you.

Oh, but look.

There's a name already scribbled in right on my corner.

B- F-A-W-C-E-double "T."

- B. Fawcett.
- Ever heard of him?

No. It's a new one on me.

Stop it! Stop it!
Are you out of your mind?

I've gotta have this name.

We'll go down to Gil Warren's and see what we can find out about this Fawcett fellow.

You've ruined it!

There was already a hole in it, Mrs.O'Leary.

The scamp.

Hello, Rondo.

- Where's Mr. Warren?
- The other end of the bar.

- Hello, Mr. Warren.
- Oh, hello, son.

- Howdy, Mr. Warren.
- What can I do for you?

- I'd like to talk to you for a moment.
- Sure. Go ahead.

It's kind of private,and I thought that, uh...

Not now. Not now. Little later, perhaps.

Stick around.
Glad to have seen you.

Whew!

- What a woman.
- Yeah. Yeah, that's right.

Is she new?

Yeah, she's new, new as far as Chicago's concerned.

She was the biggest hit Niblo's Garden in New York ever had.

A sensation.
And I'm paying her a bigger price than any entertainer in this town ever got.

- That's Belle Fawcett.
- Oh, Belle Fawcett.

B. Fawcett?

Ladies and gentlemen,as an added treat tonight the proceeds to go to the widow and orphans or our late bartender,Aloysius O'Malley who was shot in front of this very door my little girls are going to give a special performance of our famous classic.

Living Statues an artistic divertissement straight from New York and Paris, France.

And remember, gentlemen...

it's all for sweet charity,and no tights.

What am I bid?

- One dollar.
- One dollar? Do I hear two?

- Four dollars.
- Four, the gentleman says.

- Who'll make it five?
- I'll pay five.

Five. Now we're getting somewhere.
Who'll make it six?

Speak right up, handsome.
What is it? Six?

I'll pay $100 to charity if Belle Fawcett plays Venus.

We have a comedian in the house.

- Go ahead. Take his offer.
- Sold to handsome for $100.

Come on. Let's see the color of your money.

Fifty, 70, 90, 100.

Whiskey!

Right through that door. I'll be with you in a moment. Thank you.

Hey, what's this? Wait a minute!

Yes, Miss Fawcett.
Your carriage is here.

Will you tell Mr. Warren I'll meet him for lunch tomorrow at the Palmer House?

- Yes, Miss Fawcett.
- Thank you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Oh!
- Get in.!

Let me go!

- Shut up!
- I won't! Let me out of here!

- Shut up.
- Let me out of here, or I'll jump!

Go ahead. Jump.

Oh, it's you.
Driver! Driver!

- No use yelling at him. I fixed him.
- Oh, you're crazy!

Maybe. But I was sane enough until tonight.

Then I heard you sing, and something happened to me.

Something swept over me I've never felt before or ever expect to feel again.

- What are you talking about?
- I'm in love with you, Belle.

- Get out, or I'll call the police!
- They can't stop me from loving you.

Maybe not, but they can sure cool you off, brother.

I know it sounds crazy and I apologize but it's true.

Right now, my heart's pounding so.

- Listen to it. Ow!
- Oh, you fool.

I'm trembling all over.

And I wanna be calm and cool so I can make you understand.

Say, are you on the level?

Absolutely.

- But I don't even know who you are.
- Does that matter?

It does to me.
And I'll tell you another thing.

I didn't like that cheap trick you pulled on me.

I had to talk to you alone.

What gave you the idea you could make love to me like this?

Just give me a chance.
I'll tell you the whole story.

All right. You can stop here and buy me a drink.

No, not here.
It's too crowded.

Since you've taken me by storm the least you might do is to take me to your place so we can really talk.

Very well, but your story had better be good.

All right, George. You can drive to Miss Fawcett's home.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

- So this is where you live?
- Yes.

Way up there on the second floor.

I think I can make it.

Back to The Hub quick!

Hey! Hey, wait a minute!

Whew! What a woman.

- Let's tell Ma.
- Ja. You want to?

Do you reckon she suspects?

I was never that surprised in all me life.

All this hand-holdin' and goo-goo eyein' and sighin' and gigglin'.

I'm all wore out tryin' to look the other way.

- Aw, Ma.
- Now, I suppose you'll be tellin' me...

you want to get married.

Why, sure.

You scamp.
Takin' the best ironer I ever had.

Well, if it's love you're after...

I guess a few shirts and tablecloths can't stand in the way...

but I won't have you sittin' around and waitin' and not eatin'.

You'll be gettin' married right away and I want no back talk about it.

Now, give me that pail.

And I'd be ashamed,with a fine spring moon outside and you in a barn puttin' ideas in the head of a temperamental cow.

- So, you're in love at last.
- Sure, Mike... with you.

And are you now? And I suppose it's for me that you're slickin' your hair anticipatin' yourself in front of a mirror until it's half wore out.

Well, you want me to look nice, don't you?

And I suppose you'll be holdin' her hands, maybe stealin' a kiss and her tellin' ya how grand ya are and callin' ya pretty names.

Here, let Ma do it. And you believin' her.

That shirt! I thought so. Take it off.

Oh, but, Ma, it's a beaut.
Look. "D.V.S."... Who's that?

His name is Swift and he sells pigs.
Now take it off.

- It needs to go back in the morning.
- Oh, come on, Ma!

Take it off.
Take it off.

Oh! Who's the best darn washer woman in the whole bloomin' city of Chicago?

Ma! Say, Ma!
I won my first case!

- I knew you would!
- Congratulations.

The jury wasn't out more than 15 minutes and the judge said it was the finest speech he's heard all session.

So did the lawyer from
the other side. And... yippee!

Congratulations. I always knew you had it in your tongue.

A fellow from the Tribune said he's gonna write it up.

- You're gonna get your name in the paper?
- Yes!

- How much did you get?
- Huh?

- How much did you get?
- You did get paid for it, didn't you?

The fellow only makes $10 a week, and he's got a wife and a family.

Ten dollars a week?
That's just $10 more than you make.

- I couldn't take his money, could I?
- I give up.

I've got one son that steals my laundry and spends his money heaven knows where another a lawyer and wins cases and don't get paid for them.

I should have brought the two of you up as Irish bricklayers, and every Saturday payday.

Don't mind her, as long as she can keep her job.

Night, Ma. Don't sit up for me.
I may be late.

Hmm.

Huh, indeed.

Where's he going all dressed up?

Where is any of us going?
And where is it all going to end?

For one thing, we can be going in to supper.

I wish you could have heard what that judge said.

- That you, Miss Belle?
- Yes.

- Any messages for me?
- No.

Nothing except a heap more flowers and some champagne from that same gentleman.

Lord, honey, you sure got him snortin' in his sleep.

I hope you threw them out.

I throwed out the roses, but you knows what a mess broken bottles make.

Did you tell him not to come around here anymore?

I done told him that till I'm black in the face.

These corsets are so tight,I can hardly breathe.

As long as the men folks likes a small waist,us gals has got to suffer.

- You want anything else, Miss Belle?
- No, thank you, Hattie.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- You can call me early tomorrow afternoon.
- Yes'm.

Get out of here.

- Get out.!
- But listen...

- Get out.!
- I'll tell you, I wanna...

- Get out of here!
- Belle, I wanna talk to...

- Get out.!
- Listen, Belle. Don't act like that.

- What do you mean by breaking into my place?
- Don't be like that.

Don't act like that.
I want to speak to you.

Get out of here!

- Get out of here! Hey! Help! Help!
- I want to speak to you.

Hattie! Hattie!

- You calling me, Miss Belle?
- Hattie.!

Help! Let me...

Police! Murder! Help!

Police! Police!

Hattie! Let me go!

Oh, you!

Now, won't you tell me what this is all about?

I love you, Belle.

I mean, really.

- Well...
- I want the truth.

You have a piece of property on Randolph Street.

Of all the...

I thought if you and I were to put up a place like Warren's only better, more class we could make a lot of money.

But I really meant that about being crazy about you.

Why didn't you say so in the first place?

I'm a businesswoman.
I'd have listened to any proposition...

without all this foolishness.

- You would've?
- Of course I would.

What a woman.

Right through this way,Mr. Police.!

Sorry, boss...

but it looks like the fire's out.

Now, look, Senator.
Gil Warren controls the Patch with all its votes.

You need votes.
Now, as long as Warren goes along with no opposition, he has you and your interests just where he wants them.

Who knows, but the day may come when Warren gets other ideas that'd be embarrassing

- We have an offer to make you.
- Now, I have the greates attraction that ever came to Chicago Miss Fawcett.

Miss Fawcett.

Now with your backing and your money to get us started we'll open the greatest saloon Chicago's ever known on the busiest corner in town and I'll control the Patch

I'll tell 'em how to vote.

And what's more, Senator, you see this floor?

You see those real silver dollars that Potter Palmer put in there?

Well, every month after we get started, Senator they'll be 1,000 of those for you.

What do you say?
Are you in?

I'm always in the market for marketable goods.

Go ahead.

Full protection for me,security for you and your family and a hundred dollars in cash every Monday from now on.

Young man,are you trying to bribe me?

Why, Commissioner,how can you say such a word?

Mrs. Kelly, good evening. Welcome to The Senate, and I hope you enjoy yourself.

Good evening, sir. Good evening,
Mr. O'Shaughnessy.

Welcome to The Senate.

Hey, you mugs, where do you think you are?
Take off your hats.

Keep on your coats and shake hands with the boss.

- Where do you think you're going?
- Now listen, shorty.

You're taking the wrong "altitude" 'cause this is the only saloon in town I ain't been thrown out of.

I'll give you just five minutes.

I can do it in three.
That's tellin' him.

- Captain Jamison.
- Captain Jamison, welcome.

- And this is my daughter Ann.
- Miss Colby.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

I've been begging Father to bring me here for the opening.

- I'm glad he did.
- It's marvelous.

- I've never seen anything like it.
- Thank you.

- May I show you to your table?
- Please do.

Gentlemen, you give me The Senate,I give you Chicago.

Father says you're the smartest young man in Chicago.

That's because he knows I'll deliver the Patch on Election Day.

He says you have a great future, as big as Gil Warren's if you do as he says.

He's the boss, and one of America's finest.

- And now... I must change my costume.
- Allow me.

I want to talk to you, my boy.
I have some great plans in store.

Surely not tonight, Senator, when you have so beautiful a daughter to entertain us.

Father won't talk business if I ask him not to. Will you, darling?

I can't imagine the senator doing anything that you asked him not to.

That's right. She wraps me around her finger all the time.

Uh, excuse me, please.

- I'll be right back.
- We'll expect you.

He's nice-looking, isn't he?
I mean, for someone from the Patch.

- Hello, Warren.
- Why, hello, son.

- Mr. O'Leary.
- Jim-dandy place you've got here.

Thanks.

Nothing like it in Chicago.
I'm proud of you.

You mean, you're not sore?

Why, no. I've come over to bury the hatchet.

Live and let live...
that's my motto.

Come on. Have a drink.

Matter of fact, I wanted a word in private with you.

- Oh, sure. Come on in my office.
- See you in a minute, Rondo.

Rondo, step up to the bar.
Anything you want, on the house.

Thank you, Mr. O'Leary.

- How old are you, son?
- Old enough to vote. Why?

I was just thinking,you've come along mighty fast.

When I was your age,do you know what I was doing?

I was rounding up runaway slaves and practically starving to death.

- Sit down, Gil.
- Take it from me, times have changed.

- Everything's youth today.
- Well, you seem to have done pretty well, Gil.

I've managed, but you've got a great future ahead of you. Mark my words.

Well, I hope you're right.

I don't blame you for taking Belle.
She's a great woman.

I'd have married her if I'd had the chance,but she never cared for me.

It was just a business deal,and you outbid me.

What's on your mind?

What would you say, son, if I told you I was gonna close The Hub, quit?

I'd say you were up to something.
What is it?

I'm thinking of running for mayor.

Mayor?

I've been electing them long enough.

Now I'm going to elect myself,if you'll ride along with me.

- How do I come in?
- You're a smart young fella.

If you watch your step, you're going to be a big power in this town.

I could build a bigger place and give you trouble, but I've had all I want of this.

- You say the word, and I'm through.
- You close The Hub?

Exactly, and give you an open field.

Now, we either work together politically or fight it out.

It's up to you.

It's a nice place you have here, but, like a tinder box touch a match to it, and it'll go off like a Roman candle.

But what the devil? Chicago is big enough for both of us and more.

Together we could run this town and run it right.

You, Belle and me pulling together,it'd be a lead pipe cinch.

Yeah. Sounds all right.

But naturally there's a little expense involved, and right now with the...

I took the liberty of bringing my check for $10,000.

There'll be more between now and election time.

I think we'll manage very well, Your Honor.

Now I could use that drink you were talking about.

Come on.

Now, Belle, you've got to come to my table right now and have a bottle of wine with me.

I'd love to, but you'll have to excuse me for one minute.

Belle!

Hello. I thought I saw you come in here.

I was just telling Dion what a great place you've got.

I never saw you looking so beautiful.

I always did say she was the best looker Chicago ever saw.

Thanks.

Better watch yourself, son.
I'll get her back if I can.

- But it looks like it won't be to The Hub.
- Gil's closing The Hub for good.

Really? Why?

There's the music for your song.
Better hurry.

Dion'll tell you all about it later.

Whew! What a woman.

Yes, that's exactly what I said the first time I saw her. Remember?

Oh, I'm... Miss Colby,Miss Fawcett.

- How do you do?
- How do you do? So sorry.

You'll have to excuse Mr. O'Leary another few minutes. I'll send him back.

- That'll be very sweet of you.
- Thank you.

- Is that the woman?
- Why, yes, I believe so.

She's pretty... in a way.

Women like her have all the advantage, don't they?

All except one.

I wasn't thinking of marriage.

- So you're taking his money?
- What's the matter with his money?

The check's good, isn't it?

You know how he feels about us,the threats he's made...

I wouldn't worry about that if I were you.

Ever since I left his place,he's schemed to get even.

Now he's trying to do it with your own help.

- He knows that if he's mayor...
- What makes you think he's gonna be mayor?

- But you took his money.
- Sure.

Sure, and I'll vote for him myself, if necessary but I didn't say how the Patch'll vote.

- Why, that's...
- Politics.

He'd knife me if he could,and I simply mean to beat him to it.

Why, you dirty dog.

- You love me?
- Certainly not.

Go on. Say it before I break your back.

Who was that little doll-faced blonde you were smiling all over yourself about?

Senator's daughter.
I have to be nice to him, don't I?

Why weren't you breathing down his neck?

Stop it.

You and The Senate and Warren on the run.

In other words, Mr. O'Leary is rising in the world.

Mr. O'Leary and present company.

Chief, Mitch is here.

Come on in and shut the door.

Is it true that you were caught registering under a false name?

Gee, chief, how was I to know that guy was already registered?

I told you this bozo don't use his head.

Oh, have a brain, you. Getting caught with an election coming up...

and that reform crowd already yelling its head off.

It would serve you right if I let them send you to jail for life but, no, I've got to sit through a trial and figure a way to get you out.

I oughta...
Oh, get out.

Yeah! Come on out!

Now, where were we?

Oh, yes.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Everything fixed?

The district attorney said if you're worried he'll let us have witnesses to prove Mitch hasn't been in Chicago in two years.

That's the kind of prosecutor I like.

- What'd you give him?
- The usual.

Chief! It ain't fair!
It ain't fair!

- It ain't fair!
- What's the matter?

The district attorney and after we had him all fixed.

- What are you talking about?
- Well, he fell down and broke his ankle and he ain't here!

- The fool doesn't know how to walk?
- And the judge appointed somebody to take his place and I don't know who.

- What's this mean?
- It means it ain't fixed.

Oh, come on.

In view of the unavoidable detention of the district attorney the court has appointed a special counsel a representative of the Election Reform Committee in the case of The City of Chicago v. Edward Mitchell.

Mr. O'Leary, are you prepared to proceed?

- We're ready, Your Honor.
- Oh, yes.

- Is the defense ready?
- Uh, Your Honor...

Your Honor, certain matters have come up.

New evidence have been uncovered that compels me to...

Go ahead with the trial.

- Go ahead?
- Proceed.

The defense is ready,
Your Honor.

You may proceed, Mr. O'Leary.

Your Honor, it is no secret that multiple voting for years has been a common practice in that section of Chicago known as the "Patch."

So common, it has come to be regarded as one of the minor evils...

in that district.

Men who occupy the highest offices in this city openly and brazenly bid against each other for that very vote.

Any mention of it is dismissed with an indulgent smile as something that should not be talked about.

There are men in this very courtroom,Your Honor...

who control every election in this city with such illegal votes.

Men who sit in their fine saloons surrounded by every luxury that money can buy or that they can steal while public officials bow and smile before them and fight for their favor.

Until today, nobody has ever obtained sufficient evidence to convict them.

Now, however, we have an eyewitness who was actually present when the defendant, Edward Mitchell was caught attempting to register under four different names

The last time, as the beloved Bishop Cornwall himself.

You know, he's really good.

- Some day he'll be a great lawyer.
- I think he's all right now.

Mr. Clerk, call Carrie Donohue to the stand.

Carrie Donohue take the stand.

- She can't do this to me.
- Shh! Quiet!

Stand up. Raise your
right hand.

Do you swear to tell the truth,the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God? What's your name?

-
- I do.

- Carrie Donohue.
- Sit down.

- Miss Donohue, you know this defendant?
- Do I know him?

- Hmph! That big squirt.
- None of that now.

- I'll haul off...
- Quiet!

- Order in the court.
- Refrain from personal remarks.

Tell the court what you know about this man's registration.

- Well, my gentleman friend's...
- Face the judge.

hired to watch the registration and I'm keeping him company when this big squirt walks in.

Well, he don't see me and I don't say anything but when he keeps comin' back,I get suspicious

and I'm just about to tell my friend that something funny's going on when, sure enough,back he comes again and, this time,he says he's a bishop.

Well, that's too much even for me.

Order in the court.

- That's what you get for marrying 'em.
- You married to this woman?

- What?
- Can you imagine it?

- Ever divorce her?
- No! - Your Honor!

May it please the court, we ask that this woman's testimony be stricken from the records and this case dismissed on the grounds that the law says a wife cannot testify against her husband!

- That woman is my client's lawful-wedded spouse.!
- Madam, is this true?

- Well, I married him once,if that's what you mean but I can tell you...

- That will do.

- Well, I mean that he...
- That will do.

Well. Hmph.

Mr. O'Leary,you distinctly told me that you had had time to familiarize yourself with all the facts in the case

and, yet, you take up this court's time allowing your only witness to testify, although she's clearly unqualified.

Your Honor, I assure you, this is as much a surprise to me as it is to you.

I ask the court's pardon.

Case dismissed.

- Tough break, kid.
- Yeah.

- Congratulations.
- Aw, you can never tell about these women.

They'll put it over on you every time,if they can but you were great yourself,I was proud of you.

Wait'll I go after the big fish,the higher-ups then you'll really hear something.

-
- That's the way to talk.

- How about meeting Belle?
- It's about time.

Belle, this is brother Jack.
Jack, Miss Fawcett.

How do you do?

I've been looking forward to this for a long time.

- You have?
- Yes.

Dion isn't the only admirer of beauty in the family.

Thank you.

- That was a very nice thing to say.
- I couldn't help but look at you all through the trial.

Maybe that's why you lost your case.

- Uh, can we drop you someplace?
- Oh, no. No thanks.

I've, uh... I've got some things to do here in the building.

You know, it seemed kind of funny,you and Dion on one side...

and me on the other,fighting each other.

When we were kids,we were always fighting.

I bet if any other Irishers tried to horn in it was the O'Learys against the world.

Oh, you said it.

You two must've had fun when you were little.

- We still do.
- Even though we don't always see eye-to-eye.

Well, I've got to leave you here...

but I'll tell ya what you do,Miss Fawcett...

- or shall I call you "Belle"?
- Please do.

Let Dion bring you up the house some time for dinner, meet Ma.

Well, I'd be delighted.

I wanna show you some pictures of Dion in his First Communion suit at the age of nine.

And some of you without any suit at all at the age of six months.

I wish you'd keep an eye on this fellow for us.

He's getting up in the world so fast,it might go to his head.

I'd kind of hate to have to knock it off.

I'll try.

Good-bye.
See you soon.

Good-bye, Jack.

- You know, I like him.
- They don't make 'em any better.

That was nice of him,wanting me to meet your mother.

Well, yes. I've been thinking about that myself.

Oh, don't. I understand how she feels about me.

Oh, Ma's all right...
A little old-fashioned, perhaps.

Oh, please.

I had no idea he was so...
so human.

Oh, sure.
Takes after me.

You know, there's something almost normal about him.

He just looks so real, you know he believes everything he says.

Honestly, it just makes me sick to think of a man like Gil Warren trying to run Chicago when there are men here like your brother.

Can you imagine the mayor he'd make if he had the chance?

Well, if he hadn't gotten mixed up with that reform crowd...

Wait a minute.

- I've got an idea.
- What?

I just thought what do with that check Gil Warren gave me.

Back to The Senate.

In brief, we've come here to ask you to run for mayor.

What?

We have canvassed the field,and you're the man we want.

Well, this is all very flattering, gentlemen.

May I... May I ask whom you represent?

The respectable people of Chicago citizens who want a new deal in our city administration.

We're organizing a reform party.

- I'm not sure I'm the man.
- We're willing to take that chance.

It's a great opportunity.

Decent people are waiting for an honest program.

You'll carry every district, except,perhaps, Gil Warren's Patch.

I'm not so sure he won't get that too.

Your brother's influential there.
Surely he'll support you.

I'm afraid you can't count on my brother.

You see, we O'Learys are a strange tribe.

- Then we'll win without the Patch.
- Chicago needs you.

- Yes, Mr. O'Leary.
- Will you do it, sir?

Thank you, gentlemen.
I'll run.

What did he say when you suggested that I would support him?

He said he's afraid he couldn't figure on you.

Well, at least he's agreed to run.
That's the first step.

What worries me is, can you control him once he's in?

He's a pretty stubborn young fellow.

You leave that to me.
We O'Learys are a strange tribe.

- How's that?
- Not bad.

Of course, it doesn't look much like you.

"Jack O'Leary, candidate for mayor.
Reform ticket."

That's a great thing for Chicago.
I'd like to help.

- You help me?
- Sure. Why not?

If other people say you're good enough to be mayor, I'm not going to say no.

Of course, I couldn't support you openly.

You know how I feel about the Patch.

Oh, of course.
No strings attached.

The fact you're my brother wouldn't mean a thing.

Stop arguing, will you?

If you stood in the way of something I felt oughta be done...

I'd go after you as fast as I would after anybody else, maybe faster.

Because I'm in dead earnest. I see Chicago as a great city people can be proud of.

I'd wipe out all this mushroom growth start all over on a sound basis,with steel and stone.

You don't have to make speeches to me, Jack.

I just wanted you to know where I stand.

- Well, how much do I owe you?
- I'm two games up on you.

Ah. Twenty cents.
What a gambler.

It's in the blood.

It's in the blood.

Say, why don't you get Belle and come to the house tonight and take her and Ma for a drive?

- Ha! You know Ma.
- We'll get a couple of beers under her belt.

Well, heaven help us if it doesn't work out.

- To His Honor, the future mayor.
- To Chicago!

And to herself,the first lady of the city!

Oh, to the lot of you!

The compliments of the season to you, ma'am.

Oh, go on. More presents.

You should see the grand house we're gettin' for you. Inside plumbing.

- And a butler in short pants.
- Heaven help me.

It's himself.

- Pa.!
- It looks just like him.

Sure got my nose.

I can remember the day we took it like it was yesterday and the trouble we had puttin' the collar on him.

- Well, Ma, where are we gonna hang him?
- Hang him?

You'll do no such. He's gonna spend the rest of his days on this organ.

If he only could have seen it himself.

Isn't he beautiful?
I want the baby to see it.

Look, that's your grandpa.

Aw, Pat, would you believe it?

And Bob just a baby himself.

If you turn out half as good as the blood that's in you, I'll not complain.

You know, Ma,it looks like Pa had sort of a roving eye for the ladies.

I'll thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head.

Roving eye, ha!
I'd like to catch him.

Look.

You're so good to me, the lot of you.
You'll have me in tears.

- Oh, Ma. Beer always did make you cry.
- Listen to him.

We'll play him a tune,his favorite one.

- Come on, Ma, and play it.
- Come on, the four of you.

We'll show him a thing or two.
The O'Learys against the world.

The O'Learys against the world!
- We will. Come on, Ma.

You should've seen your father dance,as light as a canary and stealing a kiss before you could shut your eyes.

And the fair Molly Callahan loving it, I'm thinking.

And why shouldn't I be loving it?

Himself as fine a man as ever stood up with a girl in front of an altar.

And that's what you should be doin'.

- That's what I was telling him today.
- Is it herself, you mean?

I met Miss Fawcett. She's a fine woman.
You oughta know her.

Hmm. I will not. And her workin' in a saloon like any hussy.

Oh, that's not fair, Ma.
We're living in modern times.

That's right.

Don't forget, things have changed since you were a girl. This is 1870.

Times may have changed,but I haven't changed.

And I don't want any daughter-in-law that's the talk of the town and kickin' her heels in the air for anyone to see.

When you were a little one, no bigger than that, and me over a tub I used to dream of the day when you'd bring me home a sweet one and her all blushes, and present me with fine grandsons as would be like sons of my own, only sweeter.

It's my own life, Ma.

Who'll have some more beer?

- Me.
- I wouldn't mind another drop.

Here, Ma.
Put a head on it.

Good evening, Mr. Jack.
Will you tell Mr. Dion his buggy's here?

- Oh, thanks.
- He'll be right out.

Now, Ma, drink your beer and forget about it, and let's go for a ride, huh?

Oh, sure.
How about it, Ma?

- That I will.
- Oh, fine. I'll get your coat and hat.

Aw, Ma.

There you are.

Drink it all, Ma.

Come on, Ma.

Now, First Lady, I've got a real surprise for you two of the fastest fillies you ever sat behind.

Now, close your eyes and get inside.
Close 'em. Up one step. There you go.

Inside. Ma, this is Miss Fawcett.
This is Belle.

- Hmm! So it's a trick.
- No, wait a minute!

You're going to meet Belle, so you might as well get used to the idea.

- The devil I will. Let me out.
- Ma, you always were so stubborn.

If you don't stop it,I'll give you the licking of your life.

Well, you don't think I'm gonna ride with her!

Oh, come back here!

Sit down! Driver, drive on! Drive on!

Let me out! Let me out, I say!

- Sit still!
- Let me out! Stop it, I tell you!

I won't be treated this way!

You Irish lunkhead!
What do you think you're doing?

My son an Irish lunkhead? How'd you like to be treated?
You with your grand manners.

Just as any woman who's going to be his wife has a right to be treated.

He'll never marry you. And now,if you'll stop, I'll be takin' my leave.

- Stop here.
- Whoa!

- Wait. I'll get out.
- You'll do no such.

It's you who'll be saving the wear and tear of walking.

- Ma.
- Hmm!

How could you?

I'm sorry. I didn't think Ma would act like that.

Take me home, please.

My friends this campaign has resolved itself into one clear-cut issue.

Shall the Patch run Chicago or shall Chicago run the Patch?

I promise you that if I am elected the Patch will either be cleaned up or it will be wiped out like that.

Hooray for Gil Warren.!

- Who said that?
- Shh, shh.

- Oh, it's a shame.
- The trouble with him is he looks too honest.

People never trust an honest man in office.

Well, I wish he hadn't tried it.

He'll never beat Warren.

Never say never about politics.

What are you up to now?

Well, I was just wondering what would happen if all Gil Warren's ward heelers and poll watchers and repeaters failed to show up on Election Day.

What do you mean?

He wouldn't stand much chance of being elected, would he?

George, drive to Commissioner Beavers'.

Gil Warren's my friend.
I won't do it. I can't.

I won't do it! I can't!
I'll be ruined forever.

For doing your duty? Oh, come, come, Commissioner.
Be a man.

He'll kill me.

Besides, what you're asking is against the law, against all my principles.

You've been getting $100 a week for doing what I tell you.

Every cent I got was in cash.

Sure, I paid you in cash, but I always sent it by a different man.

What? What do you mean?

Those 15 or 20 people would make fine witnesses if you ever got any ideas.

Blackmail, eh?

All right. I'll fight.

Go ahead. Fight.

And you'll be back pounding the pavement so quick, it'll make your head swim.

Come on.
He'll be there.

Hey, you!
Where's your ticket?

- I'm with him.
- You know this guy?

- I never saw him before in my life.
- One of us is in error.

Outside, before I cloud up and rain all over you.

That severs our relationship.

One of them Reform guys.
They got no manners.

Belle, when you were working for me at The Hub...

I bet you didn't think you'd be having the first dance with the future mayor, did you?

Are you counting your chickens before they're hatched?

- It's a lead pipe cinch.
- Oh.

You looking for me,Commissioner?

Hey, look what you done to my suit!

- Hey, what's the idea?
- Stop it!

Stop them, somebody.!
Stop them, somebody.! Stop them.!

Ladies and gentlemen!
The house is pinched!

Stay back!

Get back!
You can't get out this way.

Can you beat that? And just when we were beginning to have a little fun.

You let me catch you with that Colby woman again, and you won't call it fun.

Come on, come on.
Inside. Inside.

All right, take it away.

- What about it, chief?
- Yes, what about it?

It's all right, boys. It's all right.
You haven't got a thing to worry about.

I'll have you out of here in no time at all.

- What about the bail?
- If it's bail they want, I've got it!

Better hurry, chief.
The polls are open already.

Don't worry. You'll be at your posts in 30 minutes.
All right. What's the bail?

Sorry, Mr. Warren. Orders are to hold them 24 hours without bail

- On suspicion.
- What kind of suspicion?

- Suspicion of what?
- Just plain suspicion.

You can't do that. This is Election Day.
They're my workers.

By the Eternal,you've got to let them go!

- It ain't up to me.
- I'll get the commissioner!

I'll get Senator Colby!

I'll get my lawyer!
I'll tear this town wide open!

- Where's Commissioner Beavers?
- Gone to the sanitarium.

- What sanitarium?
- I'm not allowed to give out his address.

Doctor's orders.

- Where's Judge Bender?
- Oh, the jud-jud-judge...

- I've got to see Judge Bender!
- Judge Bender left on a h-hunting trip this m-morning.

All the jud-judges in town went with him.

They're o-organizing a h-hunting club.

- Then I've got to see Senator Colby.
- I'm afraid that's imposs...

You can't do it.
See, S-Senator Colby...

It's 12:00! The polls have been opened six hours, and I'm tied hand and foot!

Every man in that jail controls at least 10 votes, enough to swing the election.

- What are we gonna do?
- We're gonna stop squawking.

- What's that?
- You're through. I've sold you out.

Don't try anything, Warren.

And now, if you'll excuse me,I'll go and vote for my brother.

We O'Learys are a strange tribe.

Look at him. You know,he really looks like a mayor.

Gee, I bet Ma feels great.

Dion, look at this!

Huh.

Huh, indeed.

Belle, we're friends, aren't we?

I hope so.

I've got a proposition to put up to you.

It may startle you at first,but I think you'll see my point.

I'm gonna clean out the Patch.
I want to be sure Dion doesn't oppose me.

- And you want me to help you?
- Exactly.

But after all,what has it to do with me?

You know how things are down there.

Everything that's rotten in Chicago comes out of the Patch.

The whole thing is an atmosphere of vice and crime.

It's getting out of control,and I'm gonna wipe it out.

How?

The law gives us the right to condemn property.

The courts will have it appraised and set a fair price.

It's what they call the right of eminent domain.
It's perfectly legal and fair.

But all of Dion's money is tied up in The Senate. Mine too.

That's what's worrying me.

If he won't see it our way,there'll be trouble.

I don't know what to say.

Dion's a great person.
He can go anywhere, do anything if he only gets on the right track.

Belle, I want to see him marry you have a home and children,get something real out of life.

Don't you think that's what I've been hoping for?

That's what he wants too, f he can only see it.

What do you want me to do?

He couldn't stand a public investigation.

You know how he operates in the Patch.

I couldn't do a thing like that.

Believe me, Belle if I can't bring him to his senses any other way...

I'll start an investigation that'll crack this town wide open.

I'll use you as chief witness against Dion let you tell the whole rotten story of how he operates in the Patch.

How do you feel about that, Belle?

I just wanted Belle to understand my position same as I want you to understand it.

- Dion, listen to Jack.
- I heard him. I know now where he stands.

You knew exactly where I stood before the election.

I told you and I told the people of this city.

- I elected you, not the people.
- You?

Sure. It was my idea. I sent that committee to see you.

I paid for it, ran it, framed it,threw Warren's men into jail.

I even voted for you.

I don't believe you.

Is that true?

- Yes.
- I just wanted it to look hunky-dory.

Why did you want me to be mayor?

Oh, a lot of reasons.
I wanted to see if I could do it.

Or maybe it was because I wanted to see the smile on Ma's face when she rode with you in the carriage election night.

All right. You elected me,but I'm mayor.

Yes, you're mayor,but I'm Chicago.

I'd hate to have to kick you out.

Don't try it. A lot of people like what I'm doing.

- What are you going to get out of this?
- Nothing.

But I happen to have sense enough to see what Jack's after, even if you haven't.

Now, wait a minute.
Don't you two start...

You keep out of this!

Well, of course,since you've gone for Reform...

I guess we won't be seeing very much of each other.

You're not gonna walk out on Belle like that.

It seems that she's the one that's done the walking out.

Dion. Dion!

Oh!

A grand jury investigation.!
Terrible.! Terrible.!

How did you ever get involved in such a mess?

I wouldn't be a bit surprised if you weren't in for a bit of sweatin' yourself, Senator.

You've been milkin' the Patch for a long time.

Me? Why I'll give you to understand, sir, that my life is an open book.

Open or shut, brother, your shirttail's out with the rest of us.

It's my daughter I'm thinking of.

I'll have to take her to Europe,get her away from here.

- The trip would do her good.
- I'll have to ask you not to see my daughter again ever.

To think I should be so deceived in the character...

I've always wanted to see what a senator looks like when he gets a good,swift kick in the pants.

- Oh, Hattie, hurry, will you?
- I'm hurrying, honey.

Miss Belle,you want this old plush?

Yes. No. Throw it away.
I don't care what you do with it.

Oh, this just fits in my trunk.

Now, Miss Belle, ain't a bit of use in you carryin' on like this.

- Ain't no man worth it!
- Oh, Hattie, hurry, will you?

I'm hurryin', honey.

- Get out of here!
- I'm gettin' out, honey.

- Get out of here!
- Belle, don't act like that.

Belle, I want to talk to you.

Hattie, get out of the way!

- Get him away from me!
- Get out of here, white man!

- Hattie, help me! Help me!
- Murder! Police! Help!

- Get out!
- Belle, please.

I'm sorry, but I had to come.

Just let me say one thing,then you can put me out. I won't care.

- Oh, please go.
- I don't ask you to forgive me.

I've said and done things no woman could ever forgive.

But you've got to believe I love you, Belle.

I always have and I always will.

Oh, why talk about it?

But you said you loved me.

That's over.

You can't change in a moment any more than I can.

We can't do without each other.

I can.
I'll make myself.

Oh, we've fought, and maybe we'll go on fighting, but we'll do it together.

We were meant for each other.

Belle, marry me.

Now. Tonight.

I've got the license and the ring.

We'll go to Jack,have him marry us.

Will you, Belle?

Oh, my darling!

Come on, Mr. Policeman.
Right in here. She...

She's done backslid again.

Do you realize that 75% of the buildings in the Patch are made of pine?

There are no sewers,no hydrants.

Nothing but filth, cesspools.

But worst of all,it is a veritable firetrap.

Now, that sort of thing may have been excusable when Chicago was just beginning but that time has passed.

Today it's a menace to a great city a cancer that must be cut out.

Now, I propose to condemn the whole district wipe it out and start all over again.

Yes, what is it?

Tell him I'll be right out.

Will, uh, you gentlemen go ahead with the discussion and excuse me for a little while, please?

Yes, Mr. Mayor.

Well, Jack, you've won.

- I've won what?
- I've been a fool.

I wouldn't take a million for this moment.

Now it's really the O'Learys against the world.

Well, here's the little lady who's responsible.

As if I didn't know it.

As the mayor of this great and noble city,can you marry people?

Marry?

Why, sure!

Wait a minute.
I'm not so sure.

But I'll find out.

What a mayor.

Is there anything in the charter about whether the mayor can perform a marriage?

- I don't know, sir, but I'll find out.
- Hurry up and find out!

"Having taken these pledges of your affection and vows of fidelity...

"I do, therefore, by right of the authority in me vested by the laws of the state of Illinois pronounce you,Dion Patrick O'Leary and you,Belle Catherine Fawcett lawfully married, husband and wife.

That makes us kissing kin, doesn't it?

I don't have to tell you how lucky you are.

That's right.

- I just want to say congratulations.
- Thank you.

I wish you every happiness and... good night.

Congratulations.
Good night.

You'll never know how much all this means to me.

Remember that day I told you he wasn't so bad?

The O'Learys are a strange tribe.

Right.

Now, let's go home and tell Ma, huh?

Sure, but first there's just one little matter I'd like to clear up.

And now, Mrs. O'Leary, suppose you go ahead and testify against me?

Listen to him.

You didn't think I was gonna let you two get away with it, did you?

- Why, Dion!
- Go ahead with your grand jury investigation.

She's my wife, and you know the law...

A wife cannot testify against her husband.

Oh!

Belle, where are you going?

What do you think of that?

Why, you dirty...

I haven't licked you since we were kids.

Of all the low, disgusting tricks you ever pulled, this is the worst.

Well, you won't get away with it.

I'm gonna wipe out the Patch and you along with it!

- Johnson!
- Yes, sir. I've sent for the police.

I don't want the police!
Get the city attorney!

Tell him to start the condemnation proceedings.

And you get out of here! I never want to see your face again!

Get the police commissioner.
Tell him to swear in 500 special deputies.

Get the newspapers. Tell them that when I get through with the Patch there won't be a stick or stone left standing.

Yes, sir.

Hey, one at a time.
Quit that nudging.

You'd think you never been fed before.

You're so full already, you oughta be sleepin' it off on the parlor sofa.

Mutter, Mutter, komm schnell!

Stop that heathen jabbering and talk sense!

Dion, Jack, they fight!
Bitte, Mutter, komm.!

The devil you say!

You can take one more nip while I'm knockin' their heads together.

- Dion married Belle Fawcett.
- What?

Yeah, Jim Fellows just came by to tell us.

Dion and Jack have had a knock-down,drag-out fight about the Patch.

- And them grown-up and brothers.
- I'm gonna find 'em.

Wait. I'll go with you. And wait till I get my hands on that Dion fightin' and marryin' that creature behind my back.

Mrs. O'Leary!
Mrs. O'Leary!

Oh, Mrs. O'Leary!
Your barn! Look! Look!

I didn't put the bar between Daisy's legs.

Fire! Fire!

Get Daisy and the calf and the horse!

Get that baby back into the house!

Fire! Turn the alarm!
Fire! Turn the alarm!

Fire!

Come on, boys!

Never mind the barn!
Let it go!

Save the house!
The house!

Mrs. O'Leary, I'm gettin' out everything that I can.

Mrs. Donovan, your own house is a-goin'!

Me own house? Mrs. O'Leary,me own house is a-burnin'!

- Get that cow!
- Come on, Daisy! Come on!

Get a hose over here.!

Come on.!

Giddyap.

- Chief!
- Dion!

Here I am, Pickle!

Dion, oh, Dion!

- What's the matter?
- There's a big fire in the Patch!

- Yeah? Where?
- DeKoven Street. The whole street's goin'!

You suppose that's some of the mayor's doings?

Sure. The mayor's burning us out.

He said he'd get us.

Said he wouldn't leave a stick or a stone standing.

- Looks bad, boy.
- Yeah, burning us out, huh?

Couldn't even wait for condemnation proceedings.

I'll go with you.

No, you stay here.
I've gotta find out how Ma is.

Give the boys a drink.
I'll be back in half an hour.

He's asked for a fight.
Well, I'll give it to him.

Well, what'll you fellas have?

- I'll take some of this.
- Mighty funny business.

- What?
- Well, I'm not saying anything...

but I haven't got much faith in these fights between brothers not when they're O'Learys.

They've pulled some pretty smart tricks in the past and I wouldn't put it past 'em to do it again.

You heard what Dion said! No one's gonna burn him out, brother or no brother.

Well, I hope not.

When I was running things,nothing like this happened.

- Hmm! Come on, fellas.
- All right, boys. You heard what he said.

Spread the word. We'll have something to say about bein' run out of the Patch.

Wait a minute.
Get the boys together.

Tell them that I said we'll meet at the armory.

We'll get this Jack O'Leary!

Back up! Back up!
I've gotta get through! Back up!

Here, I think I can make better time on foot.

All right, boys!
Put her on the other roof!

- Mommy!
- Mommy!

Mommy!

Mary!

All right, boys, pump!

It's moving might fast in this wind,leaping ahead blocks at a time.

The Patch is like tinder.

There hasn't been a drop of rain for nearly three months.

We've got to keep it away from the gas works.

We gotta keep it south of the river.

Have you any suggestions,General Sheridan?

Yes. Make a firebreak at the edge of the Patch.

Blow up that entire section along Randolph Street.

Fight this fire with dynamite!

I authorize you to do everything possible to stop this fire.

Commissioner,mobilize your whole force.

Swear in as many deputies as you need.
Clear that whole area.

- Requisition all the foodstuffs you need.
- Yes, sir.

Donovan, you and Johnson get in touch with Milwaukee, all the surrounding cities.

Ask them to send us all the fire apparatus they can.

Wire Washington. Tell them we're gonna need relief... money, medicine, troops.

Keep me advised. I'll be with Gen.
Sheridan.

Yes, sir.

Miss Belle,pull yourself together!

Come on, honey. Let's get outta here.
Come on, baby.

Pull yourself together. Let's get out of here before judgment day gets us.

Come on, honey. Come on.

Bob! Bob!
Where's Ma?

She's gone to the North Side with Gretchen and the baby in the wagon.

They had to go. Our house was the first to burn.

Our house? Why, that dirty...
Where did they start it?

In our barn.

Ma heard about you fighting, she left the lantern in there and Daisy kicked it over.

I thought Jack did it to burn out the Patch.

That mob thinks so too.
We gotta get to him.

Well, where is he?

I don't know,but we've gotta stop that mob.

- Back up, I tell you!
- How can I back up?

Why can't you look where you're going?

Get that flea-bitten thing out of here!

Come, darling, get out.
We have to walk.

Wait! I'll just be gettin' it.

I'll not be leavin' his picture.
It's all I've got left.

That fool cow!

Look out! The wall! It's falling!

Mutter.!

- Gretchen! Gretchen!
- Mutter.!

Gretchen!

Don't waste any time.
Get those people behind the line.

- Captain!
- Yes, sir?

Take all of your men you can spare.
Use some of mine if necessary.

Search every building. See that no one is left behind.
No one! Quickly!

Yes, sir.

Sergeant, move all police lines back one full block and let no one through!

Hey, where are you going?

- I've got to get through to The Senate.
- Nobody's going through.

Mayor's orders. The streets cleared.
They're gonna dynamite.

- Dynamite?
- Yeah, to make a firebreak.

Come on, open up! Get back!
Back to the next corner!

- Come on. Back to the next block.
- What are you gonna do?

I don't know.
Jack! Jack!

Get back! Come on!

- I've gotta get through.!
- Jack! Jack, I...

Turn him loose.
I'll take care of him.

Get away from here,you dirty, contemptible liar.

I've stood for all I'm gonna stand from you.

I've got work to do,and nobody is gonna stop me.!

You've got to listen to me! Gil Warren and his mob are out to get you!

Everybody down here thinks you set fire to the Patch. They're organizing against you.

It's my fault.
I thought so too.

- You lowdown, good-for-nothing...
- Jack!

Until I got home and found the house burned to the ground...

- Ma, Gretchen and the baby gone.
- Where are they?

I put 'em in a wagon and started them for the North Side.

They oughta be across the river by now.

I'm sorry. I should have known better.
Jack, you've got to believe me.

There's Gil Warren and his gang now.

What the devil do I care about Warren and his gang now?

The only thing that matters is that we're together and thinking alike. Come on!

There they are, men!
Just like I told you.

The O'Learys.
The three of'em together.

You men, hold that line!
Don't let anybody through.

Keep those people back. I don't care how you do it, but keep them back!

Right.

Men! Listen!
Listen, men!

The fire was an accident. My brother didn't have anything to do with it.

That's what you say,but we know different.

We've got to dynamite.
It's our only chance to save Chicago!

Let it burn.!

Men! Men! Think!

That's just what we're doing. Thinking.
Thinking it's another O'Leary trick.

- Mayor O'Leary.!
- Yes, General?

Have your men move this crowd back to the end of that street.

- The dynamite is set. We're ready to light.
- All right, move that crowd!

Push them back!
Get 'em back!

Oh, no, you don't! We're not moving!
No one's running us out.

We got rights too,and we know where we stand.

You're not gonna blow us up.
You don't dare.

We're not gonna let 'em destroy our homes to save their own.

We're staying right here.
We'll show 'em who they're dealing with.

They don't own Chicago.
They're... What?

Hey.! Look.! Look.!
Stop him, somebody.!

Dion! Dion!

Don't move an inch, men.
We've got our rights.

- Dion!
- Jack, light 'em. Light 'em!

- You're hurt.
- It's just a scratch.

Get back, you fools!
All of you! And keep back!

Light 'em.

Dion! Dion!

Get back, and keep back.!

Get him, Rondo.!
Rondo, get him.!

Get him, Rondo.!

Get those fuses out.!
Pull 'em down.! Pull 'em down.!

Get 'em down.!

We're too late! We're too late!
Run for your lives, men!

- We can't put 'em out.!
- Run for your lives!

Where's Jack?

Jack!

Open up!

Help! Help! Help!

On to the lake, folks!

Cast off! Let go of that forward line and get this boat away from here!

There's 10,000 barrels of kerosene in that warehouse.

If this boat catches fire, the warehouse is sure to go and we'll take the whole North Side with us!

Try to get through to the North Side!

On to the lake.!

Bob.! Bob.! Bob.!

That's Gretchen!

- Bob!
- Gretchen.!

Bob!

Gretchen!

- Bob.!
- Gretchen!

Bob! Bob!

Gretchen!

Take your foot
off that picture! Oh!

Mrs. O'Leary! I thought I saw you.
Lean on me.

- Go on. Save yourself.
- Please, Mrs. O'Leary.

- Oh, it's you.
- Give me your arm.

- I will not.
- You'll be killed!

I'll not be owing my life to you!

Hattie! Hattie!
Hattie!

Come on.
Get up, please.

Please. Come on.
Come on.

- Go on and save yourself.
- I won't leave you. Hattie! Hattie!

- You married him.
- Hattie!

I married him, but it's all over now.

He only married me to save the Patch.

You're lyin'. He loves you, and you turned him against his own people.

- He doesn't love me.
- But you love him.

Hattie!

Yes. Yes, I love him.

- Try, Mrs. O'Leary.
- I can't do it.

- Please.
- No, it's no use. I'm done for.

Please help me.

Please help me, won't you?

Won't you, please?

Dion, any word of them?

No. No, I've been all over the North Shore.

There's not a trace of them.

You stay with Gretchen.
I'll look.

No. I'm gonna try the South Shore.

Mommy!

Mommy.!

Mommy.! Mommy.!

Mommy.!

Ma. Ma!

Ma! Ma!

Heaven be praised!
It's Dion! Oh, Dion!

- Oh, Ma!
- Dion!

- Oh, Ma!
- Oh, Dion, Dion!

- Ma!
- Are you hurt?

Come on. Come on up out of the wet.

- Oh, my child.
- Ma.

Where are the others?

Bob and Gretchen and the baby are all right.

And Jack?

Oh, Ma.

He's dead?

- Did you make it up with him?
- Yes.

Then I'll not be weepin'.

It's the livin' that need lookin' after.

Belle...

- Belle?
- What kind of a woman are you with that kind of a heart and him your husband?

It's gone, and my boy's gone with it.

But what he stood for will never die.

It was a city of wood,and now it's ashes.

But out of the fire will be coming steel.

You didn't live to see it, my lad no more than your father did before you.

God rest the two of you.

But there's Dion left,and his children to come after.

He'll have his dream, Ma.

Nothing can lick Chicago,any more than it could lick him.

Aye. That's the truth.

We O'Learys are a strange tribe.

There's strength in us.

And what we set out to do,we finish.