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Hey, you're smart, boss, you're smart.

You're okay, gee, you're smart.

Hiya, Brains, just having a little snack

before we shove off.

How about a little more Java, toots?

No telling where its going, Dutch.

Things are pretty tough out there.

The men won't listen to me.

They don't care whether I'm head

of the union or not.

Don't let that mob get you.

They never do nothing but yap.

Come on, have some coffee.

I'm worried.

We ain't got dough enough nor

pressure to strike.

In a few weeks we'll all be starving in the streets.

Huh?

Yeah.

Nick wants the men to walk out.

He wants us to break the five-year agreement

we signed so he can bring in cheap labor.

He what?

The men don't understand.

But you can see that, Dutch.

You know Nick Louis.

Why, the dirty double-crosser.

He can't get away with that.

He will if the men walk out.

I think you oughta talk to 'em, Dutch.

They'll listen to you.

Sure, Dutch, you tell 'em.

You can make 'em eat dirt and like it.

If they strike, my name ain't Dutch Muller.

What do you want me to say to 'em?

See you later.

Just what I told you.

Don't let them play into Nick's hands.

Get 'em to go back to the boats and make 'em

stop listening to Belcher,

he's a red if I ever saw one.

That gasbag, I'll break him in half.

I'll show them dumbbells.

No violence, Dutch, just talk to 'em.

Appeal to their reason.

Yeah, no violence.

I'll appeal to their reason.

Yeah, me and Dutch'll fix 'em.

I mean, Dutch'll fix 'em.

Wait a minute, just a minute.

You take those boats out to sea

and our cause is lost.

Aw, shut up and get off of that barrel.

Where do you think you are, Russia?

No, I wish I was.

Well, swim over there and see how ya like it.

Now, why did he do that?

Now listen, fellas.

Who put you up there?

Yeah. Yeah.

Wait a minute, I'll tell you why I'm up here.

It's because you won't listen to Brains.

But you ain't got the nerve

not to listen to me.

Oh, my, what a man.

When we was kids,

we used to fight like wildcats.

But if an outside gang came in we stuck together

and threw 'em out.

You bet we ran 'em out.

Brains says that Nick wants us to strike.

Yeah, you get that,

he wants us to strike.

He thinks we're suckers, but we ain't.

We ain't gonna fight.

And I'll sock the first guy in the puss

that says we are.

You ain't gonna sock nobody.

Is that so?

Come on!

Let 'em have it.

Come on, Dutch!

Break it up, break it up!

Aw, let me go. I'm trying to establish

law and order.

All right, wise guy, come on.

Gee, Hat, what are you doing?

Never mind.

Watch out below, it's a bomb!

Dutch!

All right, you dumbbells, get aboard your boats

and let's catch some tuna.

He catches my goat, that Dutch Muller.

He smart guy. He settle my strike.

Maybe someday I settle for his hash.

Nice work, boy, much obliged.

Nothing at all, nothing at all.

Any time you got a tough nut to crack

just call on me. I'll be glad to oblige.

Yeah, sure.

Only next time you don't have to tell

me what to do. I'll handle it.

I can always get the gang to do

what I want them to.

Okay, Dutch.

I was in it.

Yeah, yeah, you look fine.

Get aboard.

Step on it. Back to work.

All right.

Jimmy, come on down the roof, now.

The strike's over.

All right, sis, I'll be right down.

That's right, Jimmy.

He's such a good boy.

Come on, Lil. I'm gonna tell the big lug

who saved his skin.

Gee, Hat, you'll get canned.

Mr. Muller, will you say something for the

Metrotone News while we take your picture?

You mean the moving pictures?

Sure, how about getting me up on our boat?

That oughta be good, huh?

That'll be fine, come on boys.

Hi, girls, did you see the big show?

You was marvelous.

How about a kiss good-bye?

Sure, after a while. These newsreel guys

want to take my picture.

Stick around, don't go away.

Okay.

How about up here, huh?

That'll be fine. We'll be ready to shoot

in a minute.

How's this?

Okay, all ready to shoot.

Gee, Dutch, you were marvelous, I...

Hey, get off my boat.

Can't you see they're taking my picture?

Who do you think you're giving orders to?

Get off of here.

Hey, wait a minute. If it hadn't been for me

you would have got pinched.

What do you mean pinched.

The bomb it was a can of fish and I threw it.

What are you talking about?

All set, Mr. Muller.

Okay.

Shove off.

You dirty woman beater.

Gee, Hattie, are you hurt?

You beast.

That big ape couldn't hurt me.

I'm gonna take a sock at you some day,

Dutch Miller,

that's gonna split that swell

head of yours wide open.

What do you want me to say?

Just a few words about how you

stopped the strike.

Sure.

Well, you see, it was like this.

This guy that we work for, Nick Louis,

is strictly a heel.

But I was thinking things over and I decided

that this was no time for a strike.

He decided? Listen to the big I am rave.

The big slunge.

Well, what I done was no more than

what anybody woulda done

who used their brains in the

same situation.

And I wanna say that I don't...

Now kiss him good-bye.

Hey, when did you sneak back to work?

Why, I've been here all the time.

Yeah?

The boss wants to see you.

What for?

You're gonna get the gate, that's what for.

We'll see about that.

Go on.

Step on it.

You gonna give me the air?

Who me? Oh, no.

Nick only give you something

what you like.

You know, I liked how you dumped

that Muller guy in the water.

That was pretty good.

He needed a little cooling off,

that Dutch fellow.

I congramulate you. Put 'em there.

I sure did hit him in the munch with

that mackerel.

Hattie, you're smart girl.

You know Dutch is no good for

a swell baby doll like you.

But, honey...

you got what it takes for Nick.

He like to do something nice for you.

What are you working up to?

Oh, Hattie, don't catch me

on the wrong side up.

Nick only want for to send you

to night school.

Make you his private stenographer...

and you work in nice clean office.

No, thanks, Nick.

I'll stick to the fishes,

they ain't got hands.

Please, for to wait a minute, Hattie.

Nick's got a little surprise for you.

I don't want it.

What is it?

Ha!

Pretty, ain't she?

Genuine A number 1 platinum fox.

Boy, that's keen.

That's a fur piece.

Nick puts it around your necks.

It's all right, kid, Nick's not gonna bite you.

You like it, you keep it.

It make Nick very happy to buy

that fox's piece just for Hattie.

Well, seeing as how you want me

to have it so bad...

Thanks.

Hattie...

How about for slipping your Uncle Nicks

a little kiss?

Oh, strings to it. No, thanks.

What for you always want to get mad?

Nicky's just kidding a little bit.

Come on, you keep the fur.

Maybe Nick get his kiss for Christmas, huh?

He take his chances.

Well, you ain't the only one taking chances.

Hattie, you got what drives me cuckoo.

Don't he never do nothing you want him

for to do?

No, no, you keep the fur.

Make Nick very happy.

No strings. Just clamps

so you don't lose it.

Okay, you ain't such a bad guy, Nick.

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