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You want those reporters, don't ya?

The newspapers are making

a sucker out of you.

Now you can come out on top.

What? Well, tell him

it's about those reporters. Yes.

There ain't anything crooked

about this whole thing.

You'd laugh your head off

if you heard the story.

Sure, l'm laughing right now.

- Hello, Chief.

- Wait a minute.

Before you talk to him,

l'll tell you the whole story.

You'll think l'm nuts,

but here's the real lowdown.

Say, you believe

in fairy tales, don't you?

What?

No, it's no use.

I'll hang before l let you

give me the horselaugh.

Talk to the Mayor,

talk to anybody you want,

but l'll tell you one thing,

you'll never see those reporters.

Hello, Chief.

I've got Dave the Dude right here.

Yes, he admits having

the three reporters.

He does, huh?

Call the Governor.

Governor.

Dave the Dude admits

having the reporters.

Good!

Have they arrested him yet?

Sure they've arrested him,

Governor.

But what will happen now?

In the morning a bail bond

will get him out again.

- That's ridiculous.

- It how it works in this town.

He's got a colossal nerve.

He can't make any deals

with the Police Department.

There's an example for you.

He wants to make a deal with us.

Says if we don't leave him alone

tonight, we'll never see them.

- That's outrageous!

- Don't get excited, Governor.

It's the customary procedure.

Bring Dave the Dude up here.

Yes, that's exactly what l said.

Bring him up here.

Don't worry about my guests.

This is more important.

You gentlemen have freely

criticized this administration.

Let's see what you can do.

I'll let you spread him

all over the front pages!

I'd send a criminal like that

away for life!

Here's your chance, Governor.

It was all going to be so simple.

Ask them if

they believe in fairy tales.

Look at their skulls.

It's a rare privilege.

- It's a rare...

- Stop! Stop, Cheesecake.

I don't mind tellin' ya

you smell to high heaven.

Why don't ya learn this

like l told ya?

- You get worse every time.

- Shakespeare, l'm wore out.

How can a guy unlax

if he's all wore out?

Listen, Simon Legree,

we been doin' this for hours.

The Dude said to

keep practicing, didn't he?

So, we're going to practice.

Now everybody. Up on your feet.

Throw yourself into it!

Do it like l told ya.

Close the door, Stuttgart.

Come on, Lefty, get into it.

Now, the Apple Annie speech.

Keep on practicing. Don't stop.

Hello, Dude.

But Dude, we're all set.

Everyone's been practicing.

Everybody looks swell.

Okay, Dude.

- I'll tell 'em.

- What's the matter?

- Dude says it's all off.

- It can't be!

Dude said it was all off.

Everyone send back the suits.

What a break for Annie.

You try to do something decent

and they won't let ya.

Poor Annie.

Mother...

Mother...

ls there anything wrong?

I heard the Count saying

there won't be any reception.

Isn't anybody coming?

My baby.

- Louise, darling?

- Yes, Mother.

If anything should happen,

you'd never hate your mother?

Don't say things like that.

Please don't say things like that.

Is the Count in the drawing room?

Yes.

Annie, where are you going?

Where are you going?

Count Romero,

l want a few moments

to talk with you.

There's nothing more in the world

l want more than

for Louise to marry your son.

He's a dear boy.

Louise loves him,

loves him dearly.

And l'm quite sure

he loves her, too.

Ever since she was born,

l've had but one thought

in my mind,

her happiness.

When she wrote and told me

she found someone she loved,

l think l was

the happiest mother in the world.

Count Romero,

you came over here

to find out something

about her...

about her family,

about me.

I don't blame you.

You had a perfect right.

You knew nothing about us.

It would be terrible if,

after they were married,

you came to find out that...

her mother was someone

you would be ashamed of.

Someone even she

would be ashamed of.

That's silly, Mother. That's silly.

That's why l wanted to have

this talk with you, Count Romero.

I wanted to tell you

all about us.

I want to tell you...

His Honor, the Mayor!

Go ahead, Mayor. Do your stuff.

It's your idea.

My dear Mrs. Manville,

so good to see you again!

The last time was at

your very lovely party

at Briarwood.

I'll never forget it. Brilliant.

And this, l assume,

is your very charming daughter.

Count Romero and his son, Carlos.

How do you do?

Welcome to our city.

I recognize you at once, Mayor.

I've seen you in the newsreels.

- Thank you.

- Delighted, madam.

- It's a miracle.

- Two miracles.

The Governor.

His Excellency, The Governor!

What did you say

old Apple Annie's name was?

Mrs. E. Worthington Manville.

- Goodness sake, don't forget it!

- No, no.

Mrs. Manville,

l can't tell you

what a pleasure,

what a privilege it is for us,

to be here tonight

at your wonderful reception.

Your charming daughter, l presume?

The Governor's taking us

down to the boat. Not bad, huh?

As a kid, they had a tough time

making me believe in Santa Claus.

Look, Father. A police escort!

That's more than they do

for us in Valencia.

You are very influential,

my friend.

This? Nothing at all.

Nothing, l assure you.

An admirable woman.

A delightful experience.

Made me feel 10 years younger.

I suppose, Governor,

now that you're in town,

you'll follow up that

investigation down at city hall.

No, l think we've been

a little bit harsh with them.

I guess l've been a bit impatient

with the administration, Mayor.

- Sorry about my attitude tonight.

- That's all right.

I must remember to call up

the Commissioner tomorrow.

I've been making his life miserable.

You boys gotta excuse me

if l get a bit tough on you

one in a while.

I know you're doing your best.

Okay, Commissioner, okay.

That's the way you'll write

the story. Got that clear?

What about us being kidnapped?

Who said you were kidnapped?

You were on a drunk, understand?

Drunk?

- You're passing up on this story?

- You were out on a drunk!

Hold onto it!

Goodbye.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Mother.

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