It's your right that
every child have an education.
That all who produce can take things
to market without paying toll.
And no poor man's land can be taxed
or taken away from him.
It is the right of the people that
they shall not be deprived of hope.
Does he mean it, Jack?
That's his bribe.
What if it is his bribe? 
He swept the old gang out of office. 
They hollered like stuck pigs. 
He jammed through bills, 
and the people got what they wanted. 
I demand that this bill be passed.
Nobody tells me
how to run this state.
He started to build roads... 
... schools, power dams... 
... to change the state
from one end to the other. 
His methods? 
Politics is a dirty game. 
And he played it rough and dirty. 
Willie's little black book was
a record of corruption. 
And me, Jack Burden, I kept the book
and added up the accounts. 
"Clown, show-off, playboy,"
they yelled out. 
Building stadiums. 
Fiercely proud of his son
who played in them. 
They said he was building
a private army. 
But he was always building. 
Playing up to the crowd, 
letting them trample on tradition. 
Well, tradition needed trampling on. 
The crowds loved it. 
Willie loved it... 
... and so did I. 
You low-down, no-good redneck!
- What goes on?
- That's what Sadie wants to know.
The boss poses for too many pictures.
I'll kill him!
Why, Sadie!
I'm surprised at you.
I'll kill him!
I hate all women!
Was she pretty?
Was she pretty?
If I met her on the street,
I'd never recognize her.
I wasn't looking at her face.
If it'll cause this grief,
let him go.
Let him go?
I'll kill him!
I'll drive him out of this state.
A guy sits with girls
on his knees in public...
Public or private, I know him.
How about Chicago?
That girl on skates.
And the time you both
went to St. Louis?
There's a new invention, you know.
Photography and newsreels.
Willie Stark in a nightclub.
Willie with a blonde.
- You could always bleach your hair.
- I could also break his neck.
After all I've done for him,
now he's two-timing me.
He's two-timing Lucy, so there's
another kind of arithmetic for you.
Lucy's a fool.
If she had her way,
he'd be back slopping the hogs.
He knows what she'd do for him.
She had her chance.
You think Lucy's out?
- He'll ditch her. Give him time.
- You ought to know.
You got the wrong guy.
I'm not the hero of this piece.
Come on, both of you.
Let's go, hurry it up.
Pillsbury got caught.
I never did trust that guy.
- Later, boys.
- What about these charges?
Go get the Judge.
Get him over to my hotel
as soon as you can.
I waited for you.
You promised we'd discuss
my charity project, children's home.
I'm very sorry.
Something very important came up.
- You'll call me later, won't you?
- Certainly.
We're late.
Look at you, Pillsbury.
Fifty years old.
Gut sprung, teeth gone.
Never had a dime.
If the Almighty wanted you rich,
He'd have done that long ago.
The idea of you being rich.
That's blasphemy.
Ain't that a fact?
Answer me.
Don't mumble. Speak up!
Say, "It's a blasphemous fact."
It's a blasphemous fact.
I see.
Dumond can't come.
His wife is sick.
I don't care if she's dying.
Get him and bring him over here.
You know what you're supposed to do?
You stay poor and take orders.
There'll be sweetening sometimes.
Duffy'll take care of that.
Don't set up on your own again,
understand?
Say "I understand that."
I understand that.
Give him a pen and paper.
See who that is.
Hello, Judge, sit down.
I'll be with you soon.
Write what I tell you to write.
Dear Governor Stark:
I wish to resign as auditor
due to ill health...
...to take effect as soon as
you can relieve me.
Respectfully yours.
Did you sign it?
Well, sign it!
Don't date it.
I'll