Buckley Protection Agency

It's like a blockade. Okay, blackhead move out of the way, will you? Why should I? Well, you're too big to squeeze by and I want in. What do you want in for? I want to see the boss.

And I want to go to the White House and see the president. Who are you? Boss in Blocke. Yeah? Yeah. Well, why didn't you say so? Come on. My name's a magic word. Yeah, it sure is.

This way. Okay. Yeah. Harry, this guy here is Boston Blackie. He wants to see the boss. Open up. Sure thing. Harry, I'll take you the rest of the way, Blackie. Thanks. Goodbye. Ah, yes, they're giving me a royal welcome, Harry.

Sure thing, you follow me. I'll have to, or I'll get lost in here. I didn't bring the compass. You may be a good eddy boy to get out. Talked up like that on the outside and you're the one that's going to get lost.

Ah, look. Yes? Bossed to blackie to see you, Mr. Buckley. Oh, that's fine. Come right in, blackie. Bosses, come right in. I heard him. That'll be all Harry. Go back to your post. Sure thing, Boss.

Harry, you have a cold? Yeah, but I'll do what's up to the bar at once. What, coughing? Oh, cold. Well, blackie, I'm glad to see you. I'm amazed to see you, buckling. I mean, amazed at the ease with which I got in.

Country hospitality, blackie. You forget this is my first venture in the role of a city slick. And it's your last, too, Buckley. I know the kind of jobs you pulled up state. I know you've come here, you know, to crack at bigger stuff.