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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.

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