Remy Marco, Prohibition beer baron, figures he'll do even better after repeal. Only trouble is, his beer tastes terrible. (He drinks no beer himself and nobody dares tell him). Four years later, when he's about bankrupt, he visits his summer home in Saratoga, complete with: 1) a dead-end-kid orphan; 2) his daughter's fiance...a state trooper!, 3) the bodies of four gangsters who planned to ambush Remy but had a shootout; 4) half a million in loot they hid in the house...just the amount Remy needs to get out of hock. The comic confusion mounts... Written by
Rod Crawford <email@example.com>
High finance teaches a racketeer new tactics !
Did You Know?
When Remy drinks from the glass of beer from which Whitewood drank, there is inexplicably more beer in the glass. See more
[Helping carry out four dead bodies
That's just the kind of a dirty trick those guys would pull, leaving themselves in that kind of shape around your house.
Yeah, you know, that Little Dutch never had no consideration for other people's feelings.
Version of Stop, You're Killing Me
It Had to Be You
Music by Isham Jones
Lyrics by Gus Kahn
Sung by Edward G. Robinson
and Harry Seymour
with Seymour on piano See more