In Old Chicago Page #9

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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 thoughtJack 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?

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