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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Hurrah, Los, Angeles entitled The Last Hurrah.
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conversations.value: The Last Hurrah (2009 film): At a graduation party in Los Angeles, an eclectic group of brainy philosophy students, train-hopping hippies, aspiring prophets, and drug-addled hipsters come together for one last wild night.\nOver the course of the graduation party, characters fall in and out of love and struggle to figure out what to do with the rest of their lives.
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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Skeffington, Hurrah, McCluskey entitled The Last Hurrah.
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conversations.value: The Last Hurrah: The plot of The Last Hurrah focuses on a mayoral election in an unnamed East Coast city.\nVeteran Irish, Democratic Party politician Frank Skeffington is running for yet another term as Mayor.\nAs a former governor, he is usually called by the honorific title "Governor".\nWhile the city is never named, it is frequently assumed to be Boston.\nSkeffington is assumed to represent Boston mayor and Massachusetts governor James Michael Curley.\nThe story is told in the third person, either by a narrator or by Adam Caulfield, the Mayor\'s nephew.\nSkeffington is a veteran and adept "machine" politician, and probably corrupt as well.\nThe novel portrays him as a flawed great man with many achievements to his credit.\nAt the beginning of the book, Skeffington is 72 and has been giving signs that he might consider retiring from public life at the end of his current term.\nHe surprises many by announcing what he had always intended to do: run for another term as Mayor.\nThe main body of the novel gives a detailed and insightful view of urban politics, tracking Skeffington and his nephew through rounds of campaign appearances and events, thereby showcasing a dying brand of politics and painting a broad picture of political life in general.\nHis opponent, Kevin McCluskey, is a neophyte candidate with a handsome face and good manners, a good World War II record but no political experience, and no real abilities for politics or governing.\nBut McCluskey gets support from a new campaign medium: television advertising.\nSurprisingly, McClusky defeats Skeffington on election day.\nOne of Adam\'s friends explains that the election was "a last hurrah" for the kind of old-style machine politics that Skeffington had mastered.\nDevelopments in American public life, including the consequences of the New Deal, have so changed the face of city politics that Skeffington no longer can survive in the new age with younger voters.\nAnd prophetically, for the first time, television ads win the day.\nImmediately after his defeat, Skeffington suffers a massive heart attack with another soon afterward.\nWhen he dies, he leaves behind a city in mourning for a pivotal figure in its history, but a city that no longer has room for him or his kind.
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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Hurrah, Frank, Skeffington entitled The Last Hurrah.
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conversations.value: The Last Hurrah (1977 film): A big-city mayor, Frank Skeffington, runs a powerful political machine as he seeks a fourth term, but his age, health and unhappy adversaries all stand in his way.
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conversations.value: Provide a plot for a book about Skeffington, Caulfield, Irish entitled The Last Hurrah.
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conversations.value: The Last Hurrah (1958 film): In "a New England city", Frank Skeffington (Spencer Tracy) plans to run for a fifth term.\nSkeffington rose from poverty in an Irish ghetto to become mayor and former governor, and is skilled at using the power of his office and an enormous political machine of ward heelers to receive support from his Irish Catholic base and other demographics.\nRumors of graft and abuse of power are widespread, however, and the Protestant bishop, newspaper publisher Amos Force (John Carradine), banker Norman Cass (Basil Rathbone), and other members of the city\'s traditional elite the Irish Catholics replaced oppose Skeffington; so do the Catholic cardinal (Donald Crisp), Skeffington\'s childhood friend, and other Catholics.\nSkeffington\'s opponents support the candidacy of Kevin McCluskey (Charles Fitzsimons), a young Catholic lawyer and war veteran with no political experience.\nAdam Caulfield (Jeffrey Hunter) is a sportswriter for Force\'s newspaper.\nHis father-in-law, Roger Sugrue (Willis Bouchey), is among those who oppose Skeffington, Caulfield\'s uncle.\nThe mayor invites Caulfield to observe in person what will be his last election, his "last hurrah", to document urban politics before radio and television fully changes campaigning.\nSkeffington prefers old-fashioned, hands-on politics, and attends numerous rallies, luncheons, dinners, and speeches.\nHis influence is such that when Skeffington attends an unpopular old friend\'s wake, hundreds rush to be present.\nDisgusted at how the wake becomes another political event, Caulfield leaves; one of the mayor\'s men explains to him, however, that Skeffington attended to attract mourners to cheer the widow, to whom Skeffington has secretly donated $1,000.\nAfter Cass\'s bank turns down a loan for the city to build a housing development, Skeffington invades the exclusive Plymouth Club to confront him, Force, the bishop, and other members of the elite.\nThe mayor threatens to publicly embarrass Cass\'s family by appointing his unintelligent son as fire commissioner.\nThe banker is forced to approve the loan, but vows to contribute large amounts of money to defeat Skeffington.\nMcCluskey\'s campaign arranges for a series of television advertisements, but his ineptness disappoints both the cardinal and bishop.\nOn election night Skeffington\'s men expect another victory, but McCluskey unexpectedly defeats the incumbent and his machine.\nAs his men argue over why their usual tactics involving large amounts of "money" failed, Skeffington chastises them as if he were unaware of their actions.\nThe mayor confidently states on television that he will run for governor but suffers a heart attack that night, and a large crowd comes to pay respect to the invalid.\nAfter Skeffington\'s last confession, the cardinal, Caulfield, Sugrue, and the mayor\'s men are at his bedside.\nWhen Sugrue suggests that the patient would relive his life differently, Skeffington regains consciousness enough to reply "Like Hell I would" before dying.
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conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: The Last Hurrah
  Skeffington nodded. "Italian born, and the first American saint. Let's see them get out of that. The first man, woman, child or monsignor who objects will be stoned out of town. That's what I mean by compromise. Well," he said, as the car slowed, then stopped, "here we are, safe and sound. It's been a long day; did you enjoy it at all?"
  The car pulled off again for the last time that day. Adam went slowly up the front walk, thinking of his uncle. Mother Cabrini! The compromise was cynical, outrageous, reprehensible; nevertheless, as Adam let himself into the house, he found himself laughing. He thought again that his uncle was a most extraordinary man.
  Skeffington now pulled out all the stops. Now he was exclusively the campaigner; even the token attention he had paid the routine duties of the mayor's office of late ceased entirely as every waking hour was given to the far more urgent business of returning himself to that office. He had every expectation of doing just that. In this next-to-final hour, such old and careful hands as Weinberg and Gorman had expressed themselves as satisfied; more important, so had Skeffington himself. With a cold, experienced eye, he had assessed his position and found it good. As he had predicted, the campaign had been expensive, even for one who had never hesitated to spend freely. It had been made the more so because of the formidable pooled resources of the opposition: in the past fortnight the big money had begun to pour into the McCluskey campaign. Skeffington had expected this; it did not worry him. He thought it probable that, dollar for dollar, he could not match the strength of his opponents; he thought it somewhat more than probable that he would not have to. For his own purse was not slim; it was entirely adequate to his needs, and moreover he knew—quite objectively and without any vanity—that he had one great advantage that the other side had not. He had himself; the others had McCluskey. There was, he thought dryly, a difference.
  Upon this difference, of course, ultimately rested everything. Whether or not it would carry the day was the question; of the answer, Skeffington had little doubt. Looking back over the weeks of the campaign, he was content with what he saw. All anticipated support had come through, his organization had worked smoothly and without hitch, the opposition had been able to spring no disquieting surprises, and he himself had been at the top of his form. In short, there had been no setbacks of any consequence. Defections had occurred, it was true, but they were inevitable in any campaign, and they had been few in number and negligible in effect. Only the case of Johnnie Byrne had even threatened to be the exception, but this too had been resolved without damage for, as Skeffington had foreseen, the news of the divorce action had left Byrne a sadly discredited figure, suddenly without influence in his own domain.
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conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' At the door he stopped, and turned to say a final word to those in the room.'.
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conversations.value: He walked to the center of the room. Here, earlier in the evening, a space had been cleared and the mobile television equipment set up; it was now being readied for use. Skeffington nodded pleasantly to some of the reporters; he made no comment other than to ask when the cameras would be ready. They were ready now; he was introduced briefly; he nodded again, and he was on the air.
  He stepped back; the camera light went off. Flash-bulbs popped as the photographers went to work in earnest; the reporters began to shoot their questions. Skeffington put up a hand and waited for silence before he spoke.
  There was a flurry of murmuring protests; one reporter, more intrepid than the rest, cried, "Just one, Governor! Just one question! Have you made any plans for the future?"
  A familiar gleam came into Skeffington's eye; for just a second, it was as if something irrepressible was sparking up through the gloom. "I'm going to run for governor of the state," he said, with something of his old urbanity. "Tomorrow morning I'll officially announce my candidacy for the elections next fall. I expect to win. And now, good night, gentlemen."
  It was a bold statement, delivered boldly while he was still on his back; he thought grimly that it would startle them. It did; they thronged around him, pressing for additional comment. He would say nothing; slowly, he moved towards the door. Once again, as he made his way through his supporters, he nodded, bowed, murmured acknowledgements; he noticed now an embarrassment; he knew that they were embarrassed because they did not know what to say to him. He saw Ditto before him; he reached over and patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks, Ditto," he said. "I appreciate it. I'll see you around." He saw the tiny, clumsy, loyal face light up with gratitude, and he moved on to the doorway. At the door he stopped, and turned to say a final word to those in the room.
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conversations.value: Provide the last three paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Adam nodded. "A great guy," he said absently. They were pulling away from the house now; the cab was picking up speed. Suddenly Adam saw, in the second story, a single lighted window; it was in Francis Jr.'s room. Then this was blotted out by an intervening tree. The cab drove on down the long straight stretch; the house was still visible, and Adam, through the rear window, saw the dark bulk of the big house, and then, suddenly, for just an instant, and through some queer trick of the imagination, it seemed to him that through the dim light and the softly falling evening snow, he could see the ghosts of the lines that had once formed at the door, and now would form no more. And he knew, with one, quick, final ache, that he would miss his uncle very much, in ways he did not yet know, and he knew too, that in missing him, he would never be alone.
  The cab swerved around another bend; the house was gone. Slowly Adam turned away from the rear window; to the driver he said: "All right. You can cut over on the next left."
  The driver nodded; Adam sat back once more against the cushions, his eyes closed. The pilgrimage, and with it, a part of his life, was over; he was going home.
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conversations.value: Adam nodded. "A great guy," he said absently. They were pulling away from the house now; the cab was picking up speed. Suddenly Adam saw, in the second story, a single lighted window; it was in Francis Jr.'s room. Then this was blotted out by an intervening tree. The cab drove on down the long straight stretch; the house was still visible, and Adam, through the rear window, saw the dark bulk of the big house, and then, suddenly, for just an instant, and through some queer trick of the imagination, it seemed to him that through the dim light and the softly falling evening snow, he could see the ghosts of the lines that had once formed at the door, and now would form no more. And he knew, with one, quick, final ache, that he would miss his uncle very much, in ways he did not yet know, and he knew too, that in missing him, he would never be alone.
  The cab swerved around another bend; the house was gone. Slowly Adam turned away from the rear window; to the driver he said: "All right. You can cut over on the next left."
  The driver nodded; Adam sat back once more against the cushions, his eyes closed.