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by just a wave of the hand.

Who was it flung seeds on the earth,

and saw furrows of armed men...

rise from them between

sunset and sunrise?

- Or vice-versa?

- That was St. Patrick, ma'am.

Eddie, will you do me a favor?

Name it, boss, and

it's a fait accompli,

meanin' "in the bag".

That's French.

Take baby snooks out

and buy her a Popsicle.

Connie, it looks like...

I'm quite capable of recognizing

a hint when I hear one.

Shall we waltz, Mr. Powers?

I must be warnin' you, Miss.

I'm no terpsichorean.

It's a relief to be out of earshot

of that important baboon.

Oh, don't let the boys hear

you call him that, lady,

or you'll go home in a state

of "ecdysical" embarrassment.

- I will?

- You will.

Oh, Mr. Powers,

if I go home in a state of "ecdysical"

embarrassment, how will I go home?

Wearin' nothin' but your hat!

Frankly, I don't get it,

his throwing a brawl

like this for his men,

when they come home with

five dead and four crippled.

That's Donovan's way of showing his

appreciation for the men who did a job.

Oh.

- I suppose you'd like a drink.

- Well, that I would, ma'am.

Shall we sit here?

Please, that's for the

five who didn't come back.

I see.

How did you come to work

for Donovan, Eddie?

I didn't. He came to me.

To you?

Yep. I was the boss of a

sewer gang in Brooklyn,

and he braced me for a job.

I should have chased him off, but

I gave him a muck shovel instead.

He looked starved.

I'll never forget.

He was only 14... and

skinny as a rail!

But I'd still like

that drink, ma'am.

Well, Eddie, suppose you

go and get yourself one?

Well, thank you.

How you doing?

I haven't had a real

chance to talk to him yet.

He has promised to come to

Washington. They'll listen to him.

His reputation in

construction is tops.

There's more than that to his

reputation. I looked in our files.

So?

Let me warn you that

your friend Donovan...

is a hotheaded ape with

a hair-trigger temper.

When he's nice, he's very, very nice,

and when he's not, he's stinkin'.

Hello. Yeah?

Wait a minute. Hey, Wedge.

Yeah?

The manager of the hotel

wants to talk to ya.

So it's you again.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You're the manager and we're

makin' too much noise.

So what? I rented this suite

till 10:
00 tomorrow morning.

- I don't want any more calls.

- Ain't wantin' to get any more calls?

- No.

- Ain't gonna make any calls out?

No!

Hey, Wedge.

This her is "Twinkles" Tucker.

She claims to be a champion jitterbug.

But she says she'll no dance

with anyone but the boss.

Come on, Wedge. Get in

there. Oh, come on, Wedge.

- What do I do now?

- Pull.

Hey, jitterbug!

Attaboy, Wedge.

- I like your finish.

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