Manhattan Melodrama

Look!

Now who could that be?

That's you, Otto. Who else could it be?

That Blackie Gallagher, he's at it again.

Hi, Spud, you still got that nickel?

How'd you like to have a dime

to go with it?

All right, I'm thinking of a number

between one and three.

If you guess the number,

I'll give you the dime,

and if you don't,

you gotta give me your nickel, okay?

All right, what's the number?

One?

You lose, it was two.

Come on, give me your nickel.

- Oh, doggone it, I always lose.

- Too bad.

Hey, Jim, let's get a hot dog. I got a nickel.

- Where'd you get it?

- A kid gave it to me.

Gave it to you, nothing.

You keep on playing tricks

and you're gonna get in trouble.

That's what you always say, Jim.

Come on.

I ought to finish my reading.

Reading, reading, reading,

don't you ever have any fun?

Do you a lot of good

if you did a little reading and writing.

Say, I've been doing plenty of writing.

I got this whole boat changed around.

- Come on, Jim.

- Okay.

Did you ever see a prettier picture?

It's a fine thing that my boy, Patrick,

is finally hearing something

that's good for his soul and he's liking it.

And that's my Maurice there.

I wonder what Father Joe could be saying

that's good for your Patrick

and my Maurice, too.

Jim Corbett was a great fighter,

but Jeffries was the greatest

what ever lived.

Let me go! Let me go!

Take it easy, Maurice.

I only want some ice cream.

It's not your ice cream, it's mine!

That's good! Give it to him! Give it to him!

That's good!

Fire! Fire!

Papa!

Fire?

I got you.

- No, Jim, you go ahead!

- No.

Put your hand on my shoulder, Blackie.

My child, my child.

- I can't leave him. I can't leave him.

- You must be brave. You must be brave.

Mama. Mama!

- Blackie!

- Jim.

Don't cry, Blackie.

- But Mom, she's...

- I know, mine, too.

And Pa...

Jim, don't you cry, either.

My little son!

Are you Maurice's father?

He was a swell kid.

Yeah, he was a swell kid.

My mother and father

and Blackie's mother, they...

You poor boys.

What... What are your names?

My name is Edward Gallagher,

but they call me Blackie,

and he's Jim Wade.

Yeah, I knew your parents very well.

And now, Blackie, and you, Jim,

you have no place to go, huh?

No. We'll find someplace.

They have regular homes for orphans.

No, no, they are not homes.

How... How would you like to come

and live with me in my home, huh?

And be my sons?

But I'm not a Jew and neither is Jim!

Catholic, Protestant, Jew...

What does it matter now?

What you got, Spud?

- Heads.

- Tails.

- Heads.

- I win.

Gee, if you don't win, Blackie,

then Spud wins. I never do.

Hey, Blackie, nix!

Forget the promises

of Taft and Bryan!

Forget the fine words

of Charles E. Hughes!

Trotsky's getting wilder every year.

- Him and his revolutions!

- Yeah.

In Russia, I promise you,

there will be a revolution in 10 years.

From Russia, you talk?

I'm from Russia, too.

In Russia, I starved! I was cold!

I was persecuted!

But here in America, I'm able to work

and earn my food and clothing.

This is the land of opportunity!

There's plenty here for everyone.

So what have we got to fight about, huh?

You dirty capitalistic stool pigeon!

Give it to him!

Hey, buzz off!

What's a loaf of bread anyway?

Poppa Rosen.

He didn't do nothing, Jim!

He didn't start it.

They run over him with a horse.

I saw them, Jim. Gee, I...

Poor Poppa Rosen.

Someday, I'll get even with you, you...

Number three and nobody on it.

I guess you just ain't

hitting them tonight, Mr. Coates.

Tonight or any night.

Why don't you people

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