:04:04
Dion, take off your coat
and put it under his head.
:04:13
- ls he hurt bad?
- How should l be knowin'?
:04:16
Pour a little water over his head.
:04:19
That's enough.
Dion, get the whiskey.
:04:23
Never mind me.
Are the rest unharmed?
:04:27
- Not a scratch.
- Heaven be praised for that.
:04:31
'Twas me own fault
and no other.
:04:45
Ain't it the devil's
own doin', though...
:04:48
to be draggin' me down and then
bumping the life out of me?
:04:52
Just when the smell
of Chicago's in me nose.
:04:56
Jack.
:04:58
Dion.
:05:00
Bob.
:05:03
Come closer here,
the three of ya...
:05:07
and mind what
l have to say.
:05:11
'Tis a grand new place,
this Chicago.
:05:15
And them that grow with it
will be rich and strong...
:05:19
like l was always
minded to be.
:05:23
'Tis a boom,
and you'll boom with it.
:05:27
Someday you'll be
fine, big men...
:05:30
a credit to me name...
:05:32
and everybody speakin'
with respect of the O'Learys...
:05:35
and how they grew up with the city
and put their mark on it.
:05:39
You're wastin' yourself, Patrick.
You with your fine talk.
:05:42
lt's me last breath l'm usin',
and l'll have me say.
:05:44
- Help me put him in the wagon.
We've got to find a doctor.
- No.
:05:48
No, it's no use.
:05:51
Just bury me here...
:05:55
and let Chicago
come to me...
:05:58
that couldn't come to it.