Stanley Bard was a real prince, a real human being, a guy who cared about business, cared about art, and cared about people too. That is why so many monumental people stayed there, and created so much there. New York city used to be ruled by its heart, its pocketbook and its balls. It's only ruled by the pocketbook now.

They're trying to kick out a terminally ill guy. This is Depression-Era villainy