Black Legion

How you doing, Ed?

Ooh, terrible. I feel like that drill was driving

right through the top of my head.

It might be a good idea at that--

let out some of that beer you slopped up last night.

Quit riding me, will you?

Oh, I ain't even started on you yet.

Come on. Let's eat.

Oh, no, Frank. I--

come on. It'll do you good. You got to eat.

I got just the thing over there to straighten you out.

Yeah? What is it?

A nice ice-cold oatmeal smothered with lard.

Oh, tomato juice, eh?

Well, next best thing in the world for a hangover.

Yeah? What's the best?

Laying off of the booze entirely.

Hey, Grogan, what time did he roll in last night?

Oh, I wouldn't know that.

I never check up on me boarders.

Your daughter's kind of checking up on him, ain't she?

I wouldn't be surprised if she was trying to.

She better, before that Pearl Danvers

makes a tramp out of him.

Lay off, will you? You know I'm through with that dame.

I was just out with her last night to tell her good-bye.

Yeah? What'd she say when you told her?

She said, "good-bye. Call me up soon."

Shame on you guys,

wasting your time in idle chatter.

Look at Joe over there.

Hey, dombrowski!

What do you got there? A hunyak back scratcher?

Just a slide rule to figure out these stress formulas.

What's that got to do with running a lathe?

Nothing, but it's got a lot to do with designing one.

Oh, running a lathe ain't good enough for you, huh?

Now you got to learn how to design one.

It ain't your time he's wasting, is it?

Yeah, his going to night school don't hurt you any.

Naw. He's always got his nose in a book.

It's his nose, ain't it?

And a plenty big one at that.

Hey, Cliff, why don't you stop?

Man: Hello, fellas.

Hello, Tommy.

Hiya.

I got a little news for you.

This just came from the division super.

"To: Mr. Thomas w. Smith. Subject: Promotion.

"Effective Monday, July 12,

"you will report to division superintendent James

to assume your new duties as assistant general shop foreman."

All: Congratulations.

Thanks.

Hey, you seem kind of glad

to get rid of your old foreman.

No, we ain't at all. We're glad to see you get it.

Tommy, who's going to crack the whip in your place?

Far as I know, the job's still wide open.

I guess they'll fill it the way they always have--

move the best man up.

Well, uh...

Who would you say the best man is, Tommy?

Ha ha! Well, kid, if they ask me,

I'll have to tell them you're all pretty good.

You know darn well I'm better than pretty good.

Sure. You're the guy that wrote those books

dombrowski's always studying.

There's one for you, wise guy.

There she blows. Let's go back.

Till Monday, I'm still the best man.

Yes, sir, Mr. Smith.

Hey, you big ape! You get in there.

Look, Tommy was only kidding.

You've been here longer than any of the rest of us,

and you can run this shop just as well

as you run that drill press,

and I'll fight the guy that says that you can't.

I hope they think that way up front.

Forget it. You're a cinch.

You're sure you're rooting for the right guy?

Sure.

You better think it over, because I'm warning you--

there ain't gonna be no hangovers

in no shop I'm boss of, get it?

Ok, Mr. Taylor.

Oh, starting to red-apple the boss already, huh?

Ha ha! Come on. We'll give him a week's worth

between now and quitting time.

Sure that'll do you, Mrs. Taylor?

Yes, thanks, Mrs. Grogan.

I'll return it first thing in the morning.

Even if you don't, it's all right,

because I still owe you those 4 eggs

and that half bottle of bluing I got from you last Monday.

Oh, gee, Betty, that looks swell.

I hope it tastes all right.

The men around here are certainly getting hard to please.

Not your pa. He eats anything.

I trained him like that.

You know you got to train a man just like you would a dog.

Oh, so it's Ed Jackson's getting hard to please.

Now, Ruth, are you going to start that again?

Yes, I am, and I'm going to keep it up

until you and Ed do something about it.

What on earth are you waiting for?

That's just what I keep telling her.

I guess it's polite to wait until you're asked.

Don't be silly.

No man ever proposes unless he's sort of pushed into it.

Isn't that right, Mrs. Grogan?

It most certainly is!

And with that blonde hussy chasing after Ed,

he's going to need a lot of help to shove him into proposing.

That's what I keep telling her.

Oh, mother, please!

All right, but I know what I'm talking about.

You've got to make up Ed's mind for him

just like I made up your father's,

men being the simple-minded creatures they are.

There are the boys.

I've got to run.

Much obliged for the butter, Mrs. Grogan.

I'll return you the eggs and bluing, Mrs. Taylor.

Oh, hello, Ruth.

Hello! I'm robbing you again. Hi, Ed.

Hi, Ruth.

Hello, sweet. How's everything?

Couldn't be better.

I got to talking to the grogans and almost forgot your supper.

I'm glad you said almost, because I'm hungry,

and I'm a man that really gets hungry.

Oh, no!

What you got there? Margarine?

No. Butter. I borrowed it.

Butter, huh?

What is this, Christmas or something?

Hello, pop!

Hey, get a load of this.

Buddy, look at yourself!

What's the matter?

Oh, he's all right. We'll run him through the ringer.

He'll wash clean.

Hey, how was the ball game?

We beat the daylights out of them.

You did, eh? What was the score?

63 to 40, but we only played 5 innings.

Fat hit a home run, and we lost the ball.

And you've torn your pants again.

I was sliding into third, and muggy spiked me.

Yeah? What'd you do to him?

I smacked him.

You know, when I was his age,

I could lick any kid in the neighborhood.

Ouch!

What's the matter?

That's where he smacked me back.

That's about all there is.

Most of the fellas seem to think

I'm going to get the job, and I?

I'm the best man in the shop, ain't I?

Gee, pop, you'll be foreman,

and that's about the highest job there is, ain't it?

Well, I wouldn't say that,

but it's pretty high.

Wait till I tell muggy about this.

He thinks he's hot because his uncle used to be a foreman.

Yeah. We'll get muggy, won't we?

Come on, boys. Dinner's ready.

And if I'd have known about this,

I'd have fixed us a real spread!

Don't you worry, kid. We got from now on to celebrate.

Aw.

I'm not hungry, Mrs. Grogan.

You've got to eat!

All you had for lunch was a can of tomatoes.

Go on and eat your supper.

Don't worry. I'll be over this tomorrow.

You will if you stay home tonight.

Never mind. I'll get it.

Hello?

Oh. Just a moment, please.

Ed, it's for you.

A Mrs. Danvers.

Thanks, Betty.

You're welcome, I'm sure.

Hello?

Hello, eddy.

Oh, I'm fine.

I just wanted to find out how you were.

Huh?

Aw, gee, that's too bad.

Yeah. Must have been the gin chasers.

It couldn't have been the beer. Ha ha.

I just called up to tell you I'm not mad

about what you said last night.

No. Well, you know-- about our not having any more dates.

No. I've forgiven you already.

Huh? Ha ha!