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Isn't it time to stop this
travelin', for it dark and the child shiverin'?

We will not. And us not two hours,
or maybe three, from Chicago itself?

"Ha, ha," says I.

Get along with ya, ya lazy devils. I'll
be layin' me whip on your backs.

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.

"I'll rest there
tonight," I said to myself.

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 whatchamacallems
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...

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 greatest...

attraction that ever came
to Chicago... 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, if 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.