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with this group.

Charity, my dear, you've made of yourself

a newspaper jackal...

feasting at the grave of a man

you helped to execute.

'The Star' reported facts...

nothing else.

The day 'The Star' reports facts,

Judas Iscariot will be sainted.

Greeley turns over in his grave

every time you go to press.

Another disciple of Horace Greeley!

Mr Spiro...escort this wench

back to her slaughterhouse...

before I throw her out of here

right on her front page!

'Angel Dew'...goes down like water...

...and comes up like Nobel's dynamite.

I done it!

Done what?

I jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge!

Not a single bone broken...

you're a liar!

I got witnesses...

you over-stuffed slime-wrangler!

I done it and I lived...

And that's what makes you hotter

than a boiled sausage in a split bowl!

Jenny, honey...I'll be a celebrity tomorrow,

when people read about me!

And you'll be the proud girl

on my arm.

Alright Mitch...put it in the newspaper...

put it in the newspaper!

Steve Brody...proudly of The Bowery...

Aristocrat of the Fourth Ward...

Jumps off the Brooklyn Bridge

and lives to tell about it!

You should have seen me...I was

standing there...looking down...

Looking down at the bottom...

120 feet to death!

The longest jump

ever made by man.

It's a long jump for nothing, Steve.

I was fired from 'The Star'.

You was fired?

I couldn't get anything in that paper...

unless I died.

Alright Jeff...you put it...

Look...I'm standing there, see...

I was fired, too.

Oh, come on...

Hold your horses!

Hold your horses!

Ain't there a working newspaper man...

...that stands to get to cover

the greatest feat in history?

It's inside I'm needing relief.

And I'm not talking water!

Not before your bar-tab's paid.

Not before he puts a chip on the bar.

He'll get sick and die!

I'll stake him to a stone.

You don't want me to tell 'em where you got

that pretty figure tucked away, off-caucus?

Would you inform

on your own father?

I'll tell 'em how I lace you up

every morning.

Alright...alright...give him a drink.

I've been studying you, Jenny.

How'd you like me

to draw your picture?

Well, I was thinking of having her picture

across the bar.

Are you going to draw it

on the wall?

On a head of beer.

Hey, I'll split your mainbrace if you

give my girl here that sort of talk.

Remember the face on

the barroom floor?

I'm going to draw a face

on a head of beer.

4 bits you can't!

Put your chip on the bar.

There's the groom...

Now let me see the bride.

A large schooner, Jenny...

with a big head.

That's fine!

Nothing's to it when you know

what you're doing.

Perfectly easy, Jenny...

You're pretty as a picture.

See!

The trick is...

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