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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 toJack, | 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.

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