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- Mathilda will appreciate that very much.

- Yeah?

She's always been interested

in reforming everything.

Ten o'clock. Past our bedtime.

Come, Horace.

Bulger. Bodyguard.

Stop that, you old rou, you.

Did you see her trip me? Come, Horace.

Shows you how careful one must be.

You're a good, clean moral man,

aren't you, Horace?

- Oh, yes, indeedy.

- Well, see that you remain that way.

We must prepare for the battle in New York.

Sleep well, Horace.

- Good night, Ezra.

- Good night. Come, Bulger.

- Oh, the wrong room.

- No, it isn't my room. It must be yours.

- No, it's not mine.

- Well, look.

- It is mine.

- Good.

What are you doing in my compartment?

I was with a burlesque show. We were

stranded and laid an egg in Troy, see?

- I don't see it at all.

- It's very simple.

This is better than walking to New York.

- Y... You get out of here.

- Why? I don't snore.

Snore?

One, two, one, two.

One, two, one, two. Well, Horace.

I thought you were in bed.

No, I'm not in bed. I came out

to get some air. You're not in bed.

My compartment was too small so I came

down to exercise. It's good for you.

Stimulates the digestion, strengthens

the corpuscles. One, two, one, two.

I've overdone it. Athlete's stomach.

Must go to bed, Horace.

Come, Bulger.

Well, here's your compartment, Horace.

This should've been mine.

"E" stands for Ezra. Do you get it?

- Good night, Cousin Ezra.

- Good night, Horace.

Oh, I thought there was a catch in this.

Indian giver, huh?

Get out of here,

I'll call the conductor.

Call him. I'll tell him we got on at Buffalo

and that you got cold feet.

I'll make a scandal to shake

this rattler off its tracks.

- Oh, no.

- I think I'll start screaming.

Oh, no, no, no. Stay right here.

Make yourself at home.

Wild horses couldn't keep me in here.

Mr. Hemingway.

Is there anything wrong

with your compartment?

Oh, it's full of rats.

I see.

I'm not a drinking man myself,

but I'm broad-minded.

Yes, sir. I had a cousin

used to see rats. Pink ones.

- Come on, you better go to bed.

- No, no, I refuse to go to bed.

Will you go quietly,

or must I call Mr. Ounce?

Oh, no, no. I'll go quietly.

Mathilda, I shall appoint you first-crusading

vice president of the Ounce Foundation.

Well, what do I do first, Ezra?

Well, first... First, we must

put our ear to the ground.

What do you mean, Cousin Ezra?

Oh, just snooping around.

Barbara.

- Well?

- And a good, good evening to you, miss.

- We don't wanna buy nothing.

- I represent the Empire Insurance Company.

- I have a little policy for you.

- We've got it. Go away, I got orders.

So have I.

I've got to see Mr. Hemingway.

Take your foot away from the door...

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