Louisiana Purchase Page #2

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business when I left.

Where did I get all

that wood?

It's a little

complicated.

You remember the lumber

the government gave

the city...

to build

that new high school?

Don't tell me I swiped

the lumber from the government.

You shouldn't have done it.

Why monkey with

the federal government?

Oh. The rough idea is

I swipe the lumber,

then I charge them

for swiping it,

then I sold it every month.

Am I a genius. Hey,

that's crooked, ain't it?

Yeah. Well, I'll never

forget you boys...

for the way

you've trusted me,

but the responsibility

is too great.

You can sell my seat

in the legislature

to the highest bidder.

I'm learning to rumba,

so I'm flying to Havana tonight.

So long, fellas. Ha.

Pardon me, I'd...

Is this him?

[Captain]

Yep, that's him.

Okay, you're pardoned...

with pleasure.

I got his fingerprints.

We ge...

That's about it, Jim.

Do you see what

we mean?

I see. I'm gonna get

a convoy.

All you've got to do

is to get the senator

in a compromising situation.

Compromise him? He doesn't

drink, smoke or play cards.

Every time he lies down,

they muffle a bugle

and play "Taps."

Well, how about women?

Loganberry's 60 years old

and has never kissed a woman.

He's been in "Ripley"

three times.

Get him a girl,

we'll make him think

he's 19 again.

You expect me to do that

with a power of attorney?

If you don't,

you'll regret it...

for the next 20 years

of your life.

Okay, I'll try.

After all, if the government

could fertilize the dust bowl...

I ought to be able to do

something with Loganberry.

Will you join me?

Hello, Oscar.

Hello, Mr. Taylor.

Can I have one?

Hello, Mr. Taylor.

Next year you'll be

buyin' papers from me.

Here, you can look

at the pictures.

[Newsboy]

Extra! Paper!

Read all about it!

Get your evening news!

Extra! Paper!

Read all about it!

You got a slug, slug?

Yeah, sure.

Oh, no, no, not that kind.

Just the phone.

Oh.

Help yourself.

Hmm. Make your own, huh?

Hello, Madame Bordelaise's

Cafe? This is Jimmy Taylor.

Let me talk to Madame.

Madame.

[Indistinct Chatter]

Too many cooks

spoil the... Madame!

Oh.

Mr. Taylor

on telephone.

Jimmy? When did he

get back?

Hello, Jimmy.

Welcome home to New Orleans.

I'll be over.

I'm in trouble.

Certainly I'll help you.

Who is the girl?

No, this time something else

got me in trouble.

It wasn't legs,

it was logs. Good-bye.

I'm gonna be busy,

so you can take

the afternoon off.

Spend some time with

your father and mother,

if there's

visiting hours today.

Mademoiselle.

Oh, excuse me, please.

Is this Madame Bordelaise's

restaurant?

Yes, mademoiselle.

May I see her, please?

We are very old friends.

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