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 <firstname.lastname@example.org>
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
Hey, what's this? "Dear Boss, We've taken a half hour off. Mike." You know, I'm getting a little discouraged about Mike.
You ought to. After all you've done for him and give him.
Oh no, it ain't that. It's just that I can't learn him how to spell. Look at the way he spells 'token', with two o's.
How Dry I Am
Played during End-of-Prohibition celebration See more