"Captioning made possible by U.S. department of education and Turner entertainment group" "happy new year!" "[Cheering]" "[Band playing hail!" "Hail!" "The gang's all here]" "[Playing a hot time in the old town tonight]" "* should auld acquaintance be forgot * * and days of auld Lang syne?" "** hey, there's wine in lotta's fountain!" "Free wine!" "Hey, Duane!" "Duane!" "You want any more?" "Sure!" "All of it." "Empty the warehouse." "You bet." "I'll take a dozen at the same price." "Hello, Blackie." "Happy new year." "Hello, Duane." "Happy new year to you." "Some sight, huh?" "Yeah." "Some advertising." "Hello there, Blackie!" "Happy new year and many of them." "Happy new year, Della!" "Happy new year, girls!" "You know everybody, don't you?" "Well, everybody that's worth knowing." "Hello?" "Fire!" "[Fire alarm ringing]" "Where's the fire?" "Where's the fire?" "On the Barbary coast." "Maybe it's my joint." "[Man] Stand back." "Keep clear." "[Different man] Clear out for the hose!" "It ain't your joint, Mr. Norton." "No." "It isn't hot enough for my joint." "[Yelling]" "Save us!" "Save us!" "Jump!" "Jump!" "Hurry!" "Hurry!" "Aah!" "Is everybody out of there?" "O.K., they're all out, Mr. Norton." "Well, happy new year." "Hello, Blackie." "Happy new year." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Herr Norton-- hello." "Happy new year to you." "Happy new year, Blackie." "[Cabaret singing] * and now we're gonna change it for another one... *" "Blackie, happy new year!" "Hello." "Happy new year." "* and it's slightly corn like a fad that's out of style * * everybody, raise your glasses high *" "* 19-6 is saying, "here am I" * * happy new year * * happy new year * * here comes 19-6 * * and it doesn't seem to matter... ** where's the fire, boss?" "Dupont street-- the old Bristol house." "Happy new year, Blackie!" "Happy new year, honey." "I want it to be happy." "The fire was at the Bristol." "Oh, that trap." "Blackie, your shoes are all muddy." "That makes the third fire we've had in one week." "We'll have to get ourselves asbestos suits." "Yeah." "I'll say so." "I thought I told you not to wear that thing." "Gee, honey, I think it's nice." "Yeah?" "Well, I think it makes you look cheap." "Now, don't wear it anymore." "Blackie doesn't like it." "Oh, say, Blackie," "Mrs. forrestal's here with a party of swells." "She's been asking especially for you." "That so?" "Yeah." "Happy new year." "Happy new year, Blackie." "Oh, ho!" "Oh, I want you to meet my husband." "How do you do?" "Happy new year." "Happy new year to you." "Mark this on the house." "Happy new year." "Thanks." "* noontime means luncheon for someone * * nighttime means sleep for the same * * daytime means brightness for someone * what are you doing?" "* easily... ** throw him out!" "Let's go." "I don't like his singing." "But you mustn't hurt the artist's feelings." "His feelings?" "Who is he to get so many?" "Where are you from?" "Los Angeles." "I thought so." "I beg your pardon." "Are you the manager here?" "Well, I kind of run the joint." "What do you want, sister?" "I'm looking for work." "Oh, just get to town?" "Oh, no." "The place I've been living at was just burned down." "Oh, yeah." "That trap on dupont street." "Yes." "Well, that's tough." "Yes." "I've been looking for work uptown, but there doesn't seem to be anything, so I thought I'd try the Barbary coast." "I've been to several places, but there's-- how about a little drink?" "Well, thank you, but if you don't mind," "I'd like to see the proprietor." "Oh, you would?" "Yes." "All right." "This is the paradise?" "I'll say it is-- the hottest spot on the Barbary coast." "Hello, chica!" "Watch yourself, brother." "Ha ha ha!" "Wait here a minute, honey." "Blackie, there's a little lady out here looking for a job." "She was burned out in that fire at the Bristol." "Yeah?" "She's not bad." "All right." "Bring her in." "This is Mr. Norton." "He owns the joint." "How do you do?" "Well, sister, what's your racket?" "I'm a singer." "Let's see your legs." "I said I'm a singer." "All right." "Let's see your legs." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." "Let's see them." "Thin for down here." "You know that number?" "Yes." "All right." "Let's hear you sing it." "* I care not for the stars that shine *" "* I dare not hope to e'er be thine *" "* I only know I love you * * love me, and the world * * is mine **" "well, you got a pretty fair set of pipes, kid." "What do you say to 75 a week?" "I guess she fainted." "Yeah." "Give me 75 bucks a week, and I'll drop dead." "Hello, kiddo." "Did you get some rest?" "Yes." "Thank you." "Good." "Joe, get rid of this, will you?" "Yes, sir." "I want to thank you, Mr. Norton, for your kindness." "Never mind the etiquette." "It's so stupid of me--fainting, but I haven't eaten much today, and I..." "It's true, isn't it?" "You did offer me a job?" "What's the matter?" "You want it in writing?" "Well, no, but..." "You're all right, honey." "What's your name?" "Mary Blake." "Mary Blake?" "Well, that's catchy." "Make yourself at home." "I'll be right with you." "Where do you hail from?" "Benson, Colorado." "That's near Denver." "I see." "Been here long?" "No." "Just a few weeks." "Where have you been working?" "The Benson public library." "Singing?" "No." "I sang in the church on Sunday." "Oh, so you sang in the church choir?" "Yes." "You see, it was my father's old church." "And your father is a preacher?" "Yes." "He was." "Was?" "Oh." "He got onto himself, huh?" "He died four years ago." "I get it-- the orphan child of a country parson." "Well, after all, Mr. Norton, there are such men as country Parsons." "Sometimes they do have daughters." "Well, now, that sort of puts me in my place, don't it?" "Well, who brought you to San Francisco?" "No one." "My mother helped me get here." "Oh, I see." "You don't believe me, do you?" "Why, sure, sure." "I believe you." "You're all right, Mary." "Tomorrow we're going to get rid of those Benson glad rags and dig you up some swell, new scenery." "You got all the makings, kid." "Why, you're going to do great." "What's the matter?" "Where are you going?" "I don't know." "Wait a minute." "Wait a minute." "You don't have to stall me, honey." "Well, you know," "I wrote that old spiel you just pulled-- parson father, sacrificing mother-- the whole thing years ago." "I guess you got some John on the string." "Is that it?" "Please let me go." "I see." "Well, how much is the railroad fare here from Benson?" "I paid $16.80." "Tomorrow morning, I'll have babe give you an advance in salary--$20." "You can send for that mug you're stuck on." "You know, I admire a woman you can trust out of town." "Getting late." "You can bunk here, if you want to." "Try the sofa." "Good night, sucker." "Hey, Blackie, the professor's waiting for that new girl to show up for rehearsal." "She hasn't shown up." "No good, huh?" "I'll say she's good." "Her father was a preacher." "Are you falling for that old preacher gag?" "Maybe her father wasa preacher." "Oh, so you still believe in Santa clause?" "Trouble with you is you don't believe in anything." "Oh, that's where I'm smart." "Did you say smart?" "That's what I said." "I'm a sucker if I'll ever learn anything." "For 20 years that mug has mauled me around making a chump out of me, and I always come back for more." "He got to bed earlier than you last night." "Come on." "Get up." "I'm not going to move from this spot till you're out of the building." "Ha ha ha!" "All right, kid." "So long, mug." "Hey, that guy packs an awful wallop, don't he?" "Yeah." "Is he gone?" "Uh-huh." "Look at the parade." "Hello, Blackie." "Hello, mat." "Hello, boys." "Blackie, would you like to..." "Yeah." "Thanks." "Someone just showed me to a seat." "Mat, get me my robe, will you?" "Blackie, we've looked you up to complain about that fire last night on dupont street." "Complain?" "I thought it was perfect." "What do you boys want in the way of a fire?" "You talk better at the meeting-- sitting down." "Jim Sullivan's kids got trapped in that fire last night." "They had to jump for it." "Yeah." "I know." "I saw." "They pulled it off like circus performers." "Mr. Norton, you ain't got no kids." "I got plenty kids-- Luigi, Pedro, Maria, and little Tony, and maybe more when I get home." "[Man] Don't go home." "Well, look, boys, put me down for 100 bucks for Jim and the kids." "That isn't what we came for, Blackie." "We want to run you for supervisor." "What?" "That's right, Blackie." "The only way to get decent fire regulations on the coast is to force them through the board of supervisors." "You're the only man on the coast with the, uh..." "Authority..." "To do it." "There's nobody else crazy enough-- ixnay." "Shut up!" "Yeah, and maybe I'm not either." "I think it's a great idea." "Well, hello, father." "Why, certainly." "It's dynamite." "Supervisor Norton-- you'll get the joint a million dollars' worth of publicity." "Well, what do you say?" "Where will you get the dough?" "We'll back you, Blackie." "Up to the limit." "Father Mullin, you speak to him." "You like a fight, Blackie." "Go on." "Have you all gone crazy?" "I can't do anything with him." "I've been trying for 20 years." "Maybe you fellas can." "So long." "Good luck." "Bye, Tim." "Well, Blackie, what about it?" "Come on over to the bar." "Let's have a drink." "Can you imagine what that Nob Hill guy is going to say" "there won't be any competition." "Mr. Norton, I tell you what." "The next boy my Maria give to me," "I name him Blackie after you." "Ha ha ha!" "Oh, name the next half-dozen after him." "You think it won't be a battle?" "He'll have all Nob Hill flooding around him like bees." "I think you fellas have all gone crazy." "Oh, Mr. Norton." "Yes?" "What is it?" "May I have that job?" "Didn't I say so?" "Yes." "How many times do you want me to say it?" "Come on around here." "Come around here." "[Piano playing]" "What will you have, boys?" "Make mine a little whiskey." "Whiskey." "That's good." "* open your golden gate * * you let no stranger wait * * outside your door... * what will you have to drink, mat?" "[Mary] * San Francisco... * a little chloroform." "Water for me." "Here's looking at you, Blackie." "Gentlemen." "Thank you." "* more * * other places only * * make me love you best... * ain't she singing kind of slow, Blackie?" "Yeah." "Hope you ain't gone and signed her up." "Why?" "So you can grab her for your joint?" "* west... * do you think I'm running a funeral parlor?" "But, Blackie, with a voice like hers, it ain't so easy to-- go on." "Go on." "Get out." "Give it this." "[Plays San Francisco rapidly]" "Put something into it." "That's what it's about-- San Francisco." "But I can't sing like that, Mr. Norton." "That's the way you're going to sing, or you're not going to sing it for Blackie." "Hey, mat..." "Go tell babe to dig up a contract." "A contract?" "Yeah." "I'd better sign that girl up before I change my mind." "Changeyour mind?" "You've lost it." "I'd like to see Burley's face when he hears about it." "[Mary] * open your golden gate * * you let no stranger wait outside your door... * well, here's to supervisor Norton." "* here is your wandering one * * saying, "I'll wander no more" * * other places only make me love you best * * tell me you're the heart * * of all the golden west *" "* San Francisco * * welcome me home again *" "* I'm coming home to go * * roaming * * no... * [applause]" "* San Francisco * * open your golden gate * * you let no stranger wait outside your door *" "* San Francisco * * here is your wandering one * * saying, "I'll wander no more" * * other places only make me... * good evening, Mr. Burley." "Show Mr. Burley and signor baldini to a box." "Just a minute." "Is Blackie Norton around?" "Yeah." "Tell him I'd like to see him." "Come with me." "* I'm coming home to go roaming... * boss, there's a couple of gentlemen to see you." "All right." "[Mary] * more ** [applause]" "Hello, Blackie." "Oh, hello, Burley." "Mr. Norton, signor baldini." "[Baldini] Very pleased to meet you." "Gentlemen, what'll you have to drink?" "Maestro, my name is Harrison." "I played under your direction one night in Dresden." "Really?" "I haven't been in Dresden in 20 years." "Yes." "That's right." "Oh, I'm happy-- very happy-- to see you again." "Thank you." "Me, I'm nothing, but, maestro, we have down here a voice-- a voice that would delight your soul, maestro." "Professor, how about going on with the show?" "Yes." "Yes." "Excuse me, Mr. Norton." "If you could only hear it in something good." "[Blackie] Professor!" "We're trying to give a show tonight." "Yes." "Yes." "Excuse me, Mr. Norton." "Maestro, this voice" "I would like to have you hear it." "Well, how about it?" "Yes." "Yes." "I'm going." "I'm going." "Well, I guess you know why I'm down here." "Nope." "I heard this afternoon you're going to run for supervisor." "Yeah." "That's right." "I wouldn't do it, if I were you, Norton." "Why not?" "I don't think you'll like it." "I'll love it." "Have you ever stopped to consider-- just a minute, Burley." "Waiter." "Yes, sir?" "Tell babe to go backstage and see what's the matter." "[Mary singing]" "Jack." "Jack, that girl got a voice." "She had some training, too." "Hey, boss." "Boss, you going to let that crazy dame boss the show around?" "Pipe down." "Beat it!" "Beat it!" "* free * * ah, then, let music ring * * la, while three voices sing * * la, pleasure is mine *" "* echoes repeating, measures retreating * * song of a heart light and free * * not a thought, not a care * * with a heart debonair *" "* I am free as the sea * * like the lark who at dawn bid the darkness be gone * * so I sing merrily * * with a laugh and a dance, my design--to entrance * * for I know not what will be *" "* and the things that I bring and the words that I sing * * is the song of a heart * * that's free ** [baldini] Bravo." "Bravo." "Brava." "Brava." "How long has that girl been down here?" "Just started." "What's her name?" "Mary Blake." "What did I tell you, maestro?" "Will you get back to that piano?" "Yes." "I'm going, and I don't care if you fire me." "At least I've had the opportunity to help a girl." "Well, who said I was firing you?" "Now, come on." "Get going." "Yes." "Thank you, Mr. Norton." "Thank you." "I'd like to meet that girl." "Oh, waiter." "[Waiter] Yes, Mr. Burley?" "See if miss Blake will meet a respectful admirer." "I haven't had her working at the boxers yet." "I'm glad of that." "One never knows where one's going to find talent." "No." "No." "One never does, does one?" "Yes, and I quote from Plautus." "[Speaking Latin]" "Yeah." "You took the words right out of my mouth." "Mr. Burley?" "It's very gracious of you to allow us this privilege, miss Blake." "Thank you." "May I present signor baldini?" "How do you do, signor?" "Good evening, my dear." "Won't you sit down?" "Waiter, a bottle of cordon Rouge '94." "You bet, sir." "And the usual for you?" "Yes." "A little water." "Hearing a voice like yours in the variety theater has been for me a great experience." "Thank you, signor, but you might have heard me under more favorable circumstances." "I sat in the outer office of the tivoli for six days once." "So you want to sing in opera?" "That's why I came to San Francisco." "You have the training, too?" "Yes, with the best teacher in Denver." "I led the Bach choral society," "I won first prize at the Schubert festival, and I've done violetta, Marguerite, puccini's Mimi, and Tosca." "I love Puccini." "Oh, Puccini." "[Speaking Italian]" "Did you ever hear of Puccini, Norton?" "Yeah." "Didn't he run a joint down on dupont street?" "Ha ha ha!" "Well, there's no law against an opera singer being slender and young and beautiful." "What do you think about giving miss Blake an audition?" "Yes, by all means." "Say, that's darn sweet of you, Burley-- to take an interest in the little lady, and you, too, signor, but she's under a two-year contract." "To whom?" "To me." "Two years?" "Yes, but I'll have her notify you when it runs out." "Surely you wouldn't let that stand in her way to sing in the tivoli." "Why?" "She's doing all right here." "I'm sorry, miss Blake." "Mr. Norton's quite right." "After all, paradise is just as important to him as the tivoli is to you." "What would happen to the tivoli if its artists were allowed to walk out anytime they pleased?" "You are a very loyal girl, miss Blake." "No." "I'm very grateful to Mr. Norton." "Well..." "Well, I'll be going." "We don't have much time between numbers." "Thank you, signor." "This has been the happiest night of my life." "Bye." "I haven't given up yet about the tivoli." "You don't know Mr. Norton." "You don't know me." "Good-bye." "Good-bye." "Just a minute." "I want to see you." "Who told you to sing that highbrow number?" "No one." "Well, now that you've made your impression, don't do it again." "Blackie doesn't like it." "Friend of mine runs a joint around on kearney street." "I want you to hurry around there and tear up a little number for him." "All right." "Where is it?" "St. Anne's mission-- just around the corner." "St. Anne's?" "Yes." "Ask for father Mullin." "You know the hokey-pokey they sing there." "You've got a number to do back here at 10:30." "We won't need that now." "Burley, you don't want me to run for supervisor?" "You know as well as I it's not practical to rebuild the coast." "The coast is picturesque." "People come down here slumming." "They don't want to feel like they're in a spotless town." "But that isn't your real reason." "The main one is you don't want to spend your dough to make your property down here safe." "If I did what you wanted me to, it would be a calamity for the coast." "The Burley estate has to make certain interest on its investment." "I'd have to raise rents." "You boys couldn't live." "You'd have to charge 10 cents for a glass of beer." "I don't get him, Mr. baldini." "He tosses a fortune every year to the tivoli opera house." "But that's not business." "That's for San Francisco." "The coast is San Francisco, too." "That's why I wouldn't change it." "These little mugs down here are my people." "I'll see that they get a square deal, so I'm not pulling out of this fight." "I don't want to fight you, Norton, but you're asking for it." "I'm not ducking anything." "Good night." "Good night." "Good night." "You're wanted on the phone, boss." "O.K." "Hello." "Oh, hello, Tim." "Why don't you come on over?" "What for?" "The organ recital and to hear the young lady." "She'll be coming back here to sing the things I like." "All right." "Have it your own way." "I was just sort of hoping you'd make my evening complete." "If I had you here now, I'd hug you, and then I'd knock your block off." "Ha ha ha!" "I don't have to tell you how I feel about the organ." "Ah, forget it." "All right, Blackie." "Good-bye." "[Organ playing]" "[Mary] * last night I lay a-sleeping * * there came a dream so fair *" "* I stood in old Jerusalem * * beside the temple there *" "* I heard the children singing * * and ever on, they sang * * before the voice of angels * * from heaven in answer rang *" "* Jerusalem, Jerusalem * * sing for the mighty lord * * hosanna in the highest * * hosanna forevermore * * hosanna in the highest *" "* hosanna forevermore **" "oh, father, that was simply marvelous." "And that little boy." "Wasn't he sweet?" "Can you get home all right?" "Yes, thank you." "Good night." "Hey, Mike." "Yes, father?" "Got any money?" "Sure, father." "Me wife's got a job." "Good night." "Good night." "Good night." "Good night, father Mullin." "It was very nice of you to leave work and rescue us." "It made me feel good being here." "You're not the girl whose father was a preacher, are you?" "Well, yes." "How did you know?" "Blackie told me." "I'd like to talk to you." "But I'm afraid I'll be late." "That's O.K. I'll fix it with Blackie." "Will you join me in a cup of coffee?" "Yes." "I'd like to." "Thank you." "I make good coffee." "How are you making out at the paradise?" "Well, I've only just started." "I see." "Sit down there, won't you?" "Thank you." "How do you like Blackie?" "I'm afraid of him." "Ah." "And he's someone to be afraid of." "He's as unscrupulous with women as he is ruthless with men." "But why did he send me down here?" "I don't understand him." "You don't, huh?" "No." "Ha ha ha!" "What's the matter?" "You probably understand Blackie a whole lot better than he understands you." "You see, I don't think Blackie ever knew your type of woman before." "But there's nothing to be afraid of, unless you're afraid of yourself." "Are you?" "No." "No, I guess I'm a little dazed." "You see, I've been in San Francisco for over six weeks, and nothing ever happened, and then, within the last 24 hours, the whole world's gone Topsy-turvy." "Makes me feel like running home." "Well, if you are afraid, you'd better run home." "How about it?" "I'm going to stay." "That's right." "You're in probably the wickedest, most corrupt, most godless city in America." "Sometimes it frightens me." "I wonder what the end is going to be." "But nothing can harm you if you don't allow it to, because nothing in the world, no one in the world, is all bad." "Do you know who gave the chapel that organ we've been dedicating tonight?" "The most godless, scoffing, and unbelieving soul in all San Francisco" "Blackie Norton." "Blackie heard one night that I was saving for an organ." "The very next morning, men arrived to plan the installation." "Cost him $4,000." "If that monkey would save his money for a few weeks, he'd be rich." "He's a tremendous force, Blackie is." "If he were only a force for good instead of evil." "I've tried to do something with him for years, but I haven't had any luck." "Maybe I'm not the right one." "You've known each other a long time, haven't you?" "Oh, sure, sure." "Blackie and I were kids together." "Born and brought up on the coast." "We used to sell newspapers in the joints along pacific street." "Blackie was the leader of the neighborhood kids, and I was his pal." "Our families used to try to get us to go to mass on Sunday, but we generally ducked." "That reminds me, that Rooney kid ducked mass." "And then I got so I wanted to go." "Blackie thought I was crazy." "And when I decided I was going to study for the priesthood," "I wanted to talk to Blackie." "I wanted to see if I couldn't get him to understand, to feel a little bit as I felt, but he just said, "well, good luck, sucker,"" "and that was all." "We never were able to have that talk." "I came back from college and found Blackie deeper than ever in the life of the coast." "But he has a code." "He's always had, ever since we were kids." "He never lied, he never cheated, and he never took an underhanded advantage of anyone." "There's a picture of us together when we were kids." "Hmm." "Oh, don't let him know I told you about the organ." "He'd never forgive me." "Oh, no." "Oh, no, I won't." "He's that way, Blackie is." "Ashamed of his good deeds as other people are ashamed of their sins." "And nobody will ever make me believe there isn't more good than bad in Blackie Norton." "[Hissing]" "Holy smoke!" "The coffee!" "[Crowd] * San Francisco * * here is your wandering one * * saying, "I'll wander no more" * * other places only make me love you best * * tell me you're the heart of all the golden west *" "* San Francisco, welcome me home again *" "* I'm coming home to go roaming no more *" "* San Francisco, open your golden gate * * you let no stranger wait outside your door *" "* San Francisco, here is your wandering one * * saying, "I'll wander no more" * * other places only make me love you best * * tell me you're the heart of all the golden west *" "* San Francisco, welcome me home again *" "* I'm coming home to go roaming no more ** [cheering]" "Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the president of the ladies Blackie Norton club, miss Della Bailey!" "[Cheering]" "Girls and boys, I just want to tell you that the ladies of the coast wish to go on record as endorsing Blackie Norton right up to the limit!" "Ladies and gentlemen, I will now introduce that great guy, our candidate." "Born on the coast, raised on the coast, lives on the coast, a-vying for the coast, our champion, Blackie Norton!" "[Cheering]" "Thanks." "I'm no politician." "I didn't ask for this, but now that I'm in it," "I won't stop until I get some decent fire laws for our people down on the coast." "[Cheering]" "[Man] Wait a minute, Norton." "What I want to know is, what construction company is paying you for trying to rebuild the coast?" "Yeah." "That's right." "How about it, Blackie?" "Why are you going into politics?" "Tell us, Norton." "Here's the answer you can take to your boss Jack Burley." "Oh!" "Oh!" "We've tried long enough to get a square deal from those potbellied landowners up on Nob Hill." "Now we're going to go after it on our own!" "Wait a minute." "Wait a minute." "Tommy, come here." "This is Jim Sullivan's kid." "Last new year's Eve, he and his sister had to jump three floors out of a burning building." "Are we going to go on letting these Nob Hill stiffs make fire dancers out of our women and kids?" "Not if I can help it!" "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "And now, free beer on me!" "You were swell!" "I'm so proud of you, I-- thanks." "Run along and get yourself some beer." "Aren't we going to be together?" "I told you I'd be busy when I brought you here." "Well, I'll wait for you." "You get yourself a drink." "That's a girl." "Professor, will you do me a favor?" "Sure." "Go and get Trixie and take her back to town." "To town?" "Yeah." "She's hanging around getting stiff." "Then what about miss Blake?" "Oh." "How do you do?" "How do you do?" "I brought her out here." "I'll see that she gets home all right." "[Waltz playing]" "That's awful pretty." "Know the name of it?" "Would you?" "Would I what?" "Glad you came?" "Yes." "What's the matter?" "Nothing." "Do you mind going a little faster, please?" "I promised father Mullin" "I'd stop by if I had time." "Yeah, sure." "Go on." "Get up there!" "You and Tim seem to be hitting it off pretty well." "Oh, yes." "What do you talk about?" "Lots of things." "His work, mostly." "Oh, yeah, that's right." "You believe in that hocus-pocus." "Yes." "Even if I hadn't believed, the faith of a man like father Mullin would make me." "Yeah, that's the trouble." "It gets hold of people that are all right and makes monkeys out of them." "It lost me Tim Mullin." "He'd have made the greatest gambler on the coast." "I wanted to hang on to him." "He loves you more than anyone else in the world." "Yeah?" "Well, he blew me for a lot of plaster saints." "You know, I don't go for that sucker competition, Mary." "Blackie's got to be number-one boy." "But it isn't competition." "I think people who believe in something can love each other more." "Well, honey, if that's what you believe, it's all right with me." "I don't hold it against you." "Say, who's that mug you're stuck on?" "No one." "Well, didn't there used to be?" "No." "Never?" "Never, no." "Whoa." "Are you kidding?" "No." "Well, I'm a sucker if I ever knew a girl like you before." "Come on." "Get along there, Dan." "You must have had to do some fast footwork to side-step those dudes out there in Benson, Colorado, huh?" "It wasn't so difficult, Mr. Norton." "Blackie." "Blackie." "That's better." "* he holds her in his arms * * would you?" "Would you?" "* * he tells her of her charms * * would you?" "Would you?" "* * they met as you and I * * and they were only friends * * but before the story ends * * he'll kiss her with a sigh * * would you?" "Would you?" "* * if the girl were I, would you?" "Would you?" "* * and would you dare to say * * let's do the same as they?" "*" "* I would, would you... *" "well, that lets me out." "That all your dough?" "Every dime." "Here's 100 bucks." "Go get yourself a cup of coffee." "Gee, thanks, Blackie." "I guess I'll get some sleep." "Hey, chick." "Put this stuff away, will you?" "Good morning." "Good morning." "Good morning, Burley." "Anything I can do for you?" "I want to buy that contract you have with miss Blake." "You think it's for sale?" "I don't see why you're so stubborn about it, Norton." "You might be needing money." "I'm doing all right." "You may be in for a few difficulties down here." "What do you mean?" "Ever hear of the Johnson-addi gambling ordinance?" "Yep." "You're operating against the law." "So's every other joint here." "Well, I'm just telling you, that's all." "You've taken quite an interest in the little lady, haven't you?" "I'm only interested in making her a useful member of the tivoli opera company." "Yeah." "Now, isn't that sweet of you?" "Well, I'll tell you what I'll do, Burley." "If the little lady wants to leave me, you can have her contract for nothing." "[Mary] * would you?" "* * and would you dare to say * * let's do the same as they?" "**" "Mary?" "Yes?" "Come here a minute, will you?" "You're taking a long chance, Blackie." "Yep." "Maybe I got an Ace or two in the hole, too." "Oh, Mr. Burley." "Good morning, miss Blake." "Thank you for the lovely roses." "I'm so glad you liked them." "Sit down, kid." "Mr. Burley wants to buy your contract from me." "I told you I wasn't giving up." "You really think I'm ready for the tivoli?" "Yes, but what's more important, baldini thinks so." "Oh!" "What do you say, kid?" "Would you like to sell my contract, Mr. Norton?" "No." "I'm very sorry." "I can't accept." "Too bad, Burley." "I hope I can do you a favor sometime." "Thanks, Norton." "Would you thank signor Baldini for me?" "You've both been more than kind." "It's been a pleasure, and I hope to show you another side of San Francisco, if I may." "Thank you." "Good-bye, Norton." "So long." "You wouldn't take 5,000 to tear up that contract, would you?" "Nope." "10,000?" "Are you trying to make an impression?" "I said he could have your contract for nothing if you wanted to leave." "I'm afraid the tivoli will have to struggle along, Burley." "Did you do that, Blackie?" "Sure." "You made your own choice, kid." "And I hope you'll never be sorry, miss Blake." "Good-bye." "Good-bye." "Oh, that was awfully generous of you-- about the contract, I mean." "Oh, forget it." "Say, look, kid." "You've heard a lot about the tivoli opera house from mugs that never get anywhere." "Now I'm going to tip you off to a few facts about the paradise." "Come on." "Ever been here?" "No." "Well, I don't do much office work, but here's where I keep my records." "Take a hinge at those cups." "Every year, the wine agents in town," "Freddie Duane and all the rest, pull off an event called the chicken's ball." "Ever hear of it?" "No." "You know what happens there?" "They have a competition and give a prize of $10,000 in gold to the proprietor of the joint who puts on the most artistic show, and you know who's won it three times running?" "The paradise." "Oh, that's fine." "For artistic achievement." "That's what they said when they slipped me the trophy." "Artistic achievement." "That's wonderful." "Ain't I telling you?" "I'm going to win it the next time, too, and the dough goes to the campaign fund for those little mugs down here on the coast." "Hey." "You know, I like to look into those big lamps of yours." "If you ever cut this, I'll put some in my watch." "I'm crazy about you, kid." "You know it, don't you?" "What's the matter?" "Nothing." "Well, you look kind of scared." "I guess maybe I am." "Of what?" "You." "Are you sure it's me you're afraid of?" "Well, what do you think we should do about it?" "Nothing." "Nothing?" "Oh, because you don't want to, maybe." "If that's it, don't be afraid to spill it, and we'll call it a day." "Oh, but it isn't right." "What isn't right?" "For a man and a woman to be stuck on each other?" "Have you anything better than that in Colorado?" "If you have, I'd like to take a whirl at it." "It must be immense." "How does it feel to feel like a woman and be afraid of it?" "Oh, Blackie, listen." "If you're going to preach, please sing." "That's what I believe in." "Your voice." "The way you move." "The way you stand on those pretty little feet of yours." "That's what I believe in." "Don't you believe in anything more than that?" "What more is there?" "God." "God?" "Ha ha ha!" "Isn't he supposed to be taking care of the suckers that come down to the missions looking for help?" "I've seen them on their knees asking for things they should stand up and fight for." "I don't see god coming down and giving them a shortcut." "That's not what I want." "I want to push over the mugs in my way before they push me over." "What I believe in is not up in the air." "It's in here and in here." "But maybe that's not right." "Maybe it's not right to feel alive, like you and I feel this minute..." "But I think it's right." "Mary, I want to get a kick out of things I can see, like lights on the harbor or a good fight or a woman worth looking at." "Did you ever taste a fog in your mouth, like it was salt, or take hold of someone and feel your blood rushing like a river?" "What more does a man need, or a woman, either?" "You know, I never tried to kid you, Mary." "You take me as I am, or you don't take me." "Tim doesn't try to change me because he knows he can't, and you can't, either." "Nothing can." "You know what I've been waiting for?" "I've been waiting to hear you say" "I'm all right with you the way I am." "Maybe you're ready to say it now." "Are you?" "I don't know." "Well, it's about time." "Oh, it's going to be swell, baby." "I'll make you queen of the coast." "You'll ride in your own carriage, and everybody will know who you are." "I'll plaster your name and face clear to the golden gate." "You and I together are going to find out that we don't need anything else but us." "Hey, look." "How about going upstairs and having some chop suey, huh?" "Come on." "[Man] Watch me and keep your mind on my feet." "Watch this wing." "See?" "That's it." "Then you do a sort of a-- what's the matter?" "Come on, let's-- that's right, Trixie." "You can knock off." "Everybody's going to have champagne on me!" "Dig up some pommery for the boys and girls." "All we got is semillon." "That champagne." "It's enough to make me dizzy." "A guy gets killed." "Can I order you some breakfast?" "No, thanks." "Mary and I will have chop suey upstairs." "Mary, I have another new number I'd like you to try." "Oh, no, no." "Not this morning." "Mat!" "Tell Charlie-- never mind." "I'll tell him myself." "Stay right here, honey." "I won't be a minute." "[Girl] Gee, I haven't had any champagne since" "nice going, sister." "You done all right." "[Humming]" "Knock off, Maggie." "You're going to have champagne." "Me, too?" "Well, I'd like to know why not." "Oh, Mr. Blackie, I haven't had any of that for a long time!" "Here's to Blackie!" "Blackie!" "Blackie!" "Where's Mary?" "Oh, I guess she went upstairs to set the table." "Here's to you, darlin'." "I wish I had me youth." "I wish I'd never had mine." "Why, Trixie." "That's not nice, baby." "[Man] Tell Mary here's to her!" "Babe, when that runs out, open up some more." "You bet I will." "Tell Mary here's to her, Blackie." "Sure. "Everyone to his own taste,"" "the old lady said as she kissed the cow." "Ha ha!" "Ain't that-- what's the matter, no sense of humor?" "Oh, Blackie!" "Oh, hello, Tim!" "I just came to talk about the campaign." "Oh." "Look, Tim, do you mind coming back later?" "Sure." "Sure." "Oh, by the way, Blackie, I just saw Mary." "Yeah." "I put her in a cab." "She said to tell you good-bye and that she was taking you up on your offer to let her out of that contract." "What?" "What's that?" "Well, you said she could go, didn't you?" "Well, yes, but-- she's gone to the tivoli, and I'm glad you did it, Blackie." "This was no place for her." "Oh, you think not, eh?" "Of course not." "Neither did you, did you?" "You think she's better off at the tivoli under the management of Jack Burley, huh?" "She'll be safe with Burley, Blackie." "You see, uh..." "She doesn't love him." "Huh!" "Now look, Tim." "You like chop suey, don't you?" "Chop--sure." "Come upstairs." "We'll have some." "Good evening, ladies." "Good evening and get out." "The child has a performance to give." "Oh, no." "We've got to thank him." "Do let him stay." "Alone, I suppose." "That's right." "Come on, Louise." "In my day, the opera came first." "My mother's out there tonight, Mary." "Is she?" "Yes." "She came all the way from New York." "I guess she got tired of reading about you in my letters." "Well, in a few hours, you'll be famous." "Before the whole town is at your feet," "I want to put in my bid." "I love you, Mary, and I want you to marry me." "I've always wanted you, from the moment I first set eyes on you, but I didn't realize then howl wanted you." "Well, I-- please don't try to answer me now." "I just wanted you to know how I felt." "Good luck, darling." "How do you do, Mr. Burley?" "Good evening." "How do you do?" "Fine, thank you." "How are you?" "Fine, thanks." "Thank you." "I'll be right with you." "Want to take a look out front." "Hello there, Mr. Burley." "Hello there." "Jonathan." "What a thrilling first night." "I hope so." "Mr. Burley, we can't wait to hear the new star." "Hello, Jack." "Have you seen signor Baldini?" "Not yet." "Hello, Jack." "Big night, eh?" "I hope so, senator." "Hi." "Good evening." "Hello, Norton." "Good evening." "Good evening." "I didn't know you were a first-nighter." "I am tonight." "I came to close you up." "To what?" "Close you up." "You've got a girl appearing here that's under contract to me." "No, you're wrong." "You abrogated that contract." "You gave her permission to leave." "I gave her a choice, and she said she'd stay, so the contract stands." "Look." "See that man over there?" "The one with the big black mustache?" "Well, that big, stupid-looking man represents the law, and he's got a paper that's going to stop your prima Donna right in the middle of her first cantata." "Isn't that awful?" "You wouldn't do that." "I'm sorry, Burley, but I thoughtlessly got the man started, and I can't do a thing with him." "Well, I guess I'll get my star." "Wait a minute." "She doesn't go on till the second act." "That's not very good showmanship." "We'll wait." "I don't want to listen to those others." "While you're waiting, would you have a cigar?" "Yeah, thanks." "Pardon me." "I'll get them." "Excuse me." "I want to speak to Mr. Baldini." "Excuse me." "Sure." "What is it?" "Hello?" "Hello, central." "Filmore 2871." "Norton's outside with the sheriff to stop Mary Blake." "Stop her?" "Yes." "He can't do that!" "Is Mr. Davis there?" "Maybe he can." "Oh, hello, Davis?" "This is Jack Burley." "I want you to hurry over to the opera house with a restraining order to hold up a process." "I don't care if the office closed 10 hours ago!" "Find him!" "But I've got to have it." "But what is it?" "You go backstage." "I'll see what I can do." "[Woman singing opera in french]" "Well, here you are, Norton." "Oh, thanks." "Thank you." "Have a peanut?" "No, thanks." "Hmm." "Cameo here, eh?" "I didn't think you knew that brand at the paradise." "Yeah, that's right." "You needn't have bothered to call up Davis, Burley." "I could have told you his deputy was away on a deep-sea fishing trip." "He's crazy about fishing, so I chartered him a boat." "How about you and I make a deal?" "I'll give you 15,000 for that contract." "I'd like to oblige you, but the thing is out of my hands." "That process server is the meanest man west of the Rockies." "He'd push his mother off a boat for half a dollar." "He'd turn the air off in a baby's Incubator just to watch the little sucker squirm." "Well, Jim, what do you say?" "The quicker I stop her, the quicker we get home." "Remind me not to order these for the paradise." "Right." "[Singing opera in french]" "That's kind of pretty, ain't it?" "Yeah." "Sit down." "Hey, what's the idea?" "I didn't come to this opera to hear the opera." "Sit down." "[Men singing Faust]" "[Man singing]" "Blackie, I think she's great." "Yeah, not bad." "Seems a kind of shame to choke her off, huh?" "Oh, yes." "He's gone around back." "It's all right." "There's nothing to worry about." "[Speaking Italian]" "[Orchestra playing]" "Darling!" "Blackie." "Hello, kid." "Oh..." "Madame Albani-- oh, I understand." "It looks like Burley's getting a little careless-- putting things down on paper." "Oh, yes." "He asked me to marry him." "No." "On the level?" "You know, you were all right tonight, kid." "Did you really think so, Blackie?" "Yes." "Say, who am I to hold out against these 3,000 mugs that went goofy over you?" "I never caught this opera racket up to now." "How long has that been going on?" "Oh, only about 150 years." "No fooling?" "Well, it's all right." "You know, I was proud of you tonight." "Is that all?" "All?" "Don't you love me?" "Oh, sure, sure." "Well, you haven't said so." "Oh, well, I love you, kid." "You know, I never sprang that line but once, 25 years ago." "Who was she?" "Oh, just a girl I knew." "I haven't seen her lately." "She's up in San Quentin." "Oh, so I'm the second, hmm?" "No, you're the first." "Will you marry me, Blackie?" "Marry you?" "Mm-hmm." "Well, I'm a sucker." "If you ain't the most domestic woman..." "I suppose, if that's the only thing that would make you happy." "You know, the gang always said I'd be a sucker." "Oh, Blackie!" "[Knock on door]" "Wait a minute." "Wait a minute." "Come in." "Hello, Blackie." "How are you, boy?" "Feeling pretty fit." "Oh, Mary, you were great." "Oh, thank you." "I had to battle my way through half of San Francisco to get here." "Father Tim, Blackie and I-- we're going to be married." "Yup." "That's right." "The little girl harpooned me." "Well, I guess you know how I feel about it, don't you, Mary?" "Mm-hmm." "So she harpooned you, huh?" "A girl that any man in San Francisco would give his right arm for, but she had to harpoon you." "Blackie, I'm not going to wish you the best of everything because you've got it already." "Thanks, Tim." "Now, I know you folks would like me to stay, but I really have to go." "Really." "I'm sorry." "Of course, if you insist, I could stay." "Will you get out?" "[Tim] Oh, I'm sorry." "Sorry, father." "Mary, you haven't changed yet." "Well, Norton." "Oh, I just thought I'd come back and congratulate my fiancee." "Your-- oh, I'm sorry, Jack." "You better get out of that rig, baby." "The gang is waiting to celebrate your homecoming." "Where?" "Down home in the paradise." "They're waiting to hear you sing San Francisco." "At the paradise?" "Yeah." "Wait a minute." "You don't mean to say that you're going to send her back there now?" "Sure." "What kind of a chump do you think I am?" "I'm going to marry her, ain't I?" "Well, what do you want, kid?" "Me or this?" "[Band playing ta-Ra-Ra boom-der-e]" "Good evening, father." "Great business tonight." "Tell Mr. Norton I'd like to see him." "O.K." "Is Blackie back here?" "Yeah." "Where?" "Where do you think?" "In there." "Come in." "Gee, she looks pretty sharp, huh?" "She's all right." "Say, uh, Blackie, father Tim's out there." "He--he wants to see you." "Well, all right." "Bring him back." "O.K." "You know, you're a funny kid." "Why?" "Why, the way you act, anyone would think that wasn't becoming." "Are you happy?" "Yes." "Yes." "Yes, I'm happy." "That's good." "Blackie, Blackie, let's set the date for our wedding now so we can tell father Tim when he comes in." "Yeah, sure." "Anytime." "Oh, but look, it's got to be after election." "Oh, really?" "The mob down here know how I've always kidded that sort of thing." "I can't back down now and make a fool of myself just before election." "It would lose me too many votes." "It means a lot to me to win this fight, not just for putting it over on Burley, but for the coast." "You understand?" "Yes." "Yes, I do." "I do understand." "We'll sneak off to Sacramento, and I'll let you slip the halter on me." "Say, I never thought I'd be so goofy about anyone." "[Knock on door]" "Come in." "Hello, Tim." "Good evening, father." "What's wrong?" "Are you out of your mind?" "Why?" "Showing Mary like this to that mob out there." "Like this?" "What's wrong with her?" "What's wrong with her?" "Yeah, sure." "What's wrong with my being proud to show her off?" "Blackie, don't you understand what I'm trying to tell you?" "Wait a minute." "I'm making her queen of the coast." "You see those posters there?" "5,000 of them will be plastered all over San Francisco and 10,000 for ashcans and the front of trolley cars." "I'm not going to let you do this, Blackie." "I don't get you, Tim." "You never butted in on me before." "Well, I am now." "You're not going to exploit this girl." "Come here, Mary." "Will you tell his holiness that you made up your own mind to come back?" "I love him, father." "That isn't love, Mary." "Is that so?" "Well, it happens to suit me." "It isn't love to let him drag you down to his level." "Say, wait a minute, Tim." "I'm going to marry her." "Not if I can stop you." "You can't take a woman in marriage and then sell her immortal soul." "Immortal soul?" "Now, look, I don't go for that kind of talk." "Don't believe in that nonsense and never have!" "You better get back to the half-wits that do!" "[Man] Blake's on next." "Mary, come with me." "I'm running this joint." "You take care of your suckers." "I'll take care of mine." "She's not going out there." "I've listened to your psalm-singing blather and never squawked." "You can't bring it in here." "This is my joint!" "Miss Mary Blake!" "She's not going out there." "The place is crazy without you." "Get out there, kid." "Wait a minute." "You leave now, and you're never coming back!" "[Crowd yelling]" "[Pounding]" "[Women screaming]" "Hey, Blackie!" "Hey, Blackie, it's Burley!" "He's giving the joint the works!" "You can't buck a guy like that." "Shut up." "Look at it." "Come on." "Hey, Blackie!" "Blackie, look!" "Look at what they're doing to our joint!" "You see what they're doing?" "Is Mrs. Burley in?" "She's in the small cellar." "What do you think of our little shack?" "Oh, but it's magnificent." "We only have one real treasure." "She's waiting to meet you." "Ha ha ha!" "You needn't sneak up on me." "I know you're there." "[Kiss]" "Mary..." "This is my mother." "How do you do, my dear?" "How do you do, Mrs. Burley?" "Maisie, have you been in the house all day?" "I just got back from the races." "You're even prettier close to than you were from me box at the tivoli." "Oh, so are you, Mrs. Burley." "Oh, go on with you." "Get out." "Get out?" "Me?" "Certainly you." "If I have to sell this amazing, beautiful creature the idea of joining the Burley family, sure, I got to tell her lies about us that, heaven help me, no son should hear his mother speak." "Call me as soon as you've made the sale." "Get out!" "Get out!" "Sit down, my dear." "Take off your coat." "Thank you." "Now tell me, why won't you marry my boy?" "Mrs. Burley, you belong to the aristocracy of San Francisco." "I'm just the daughter of a country parson." "I haven't had the advantage Jack deserves in a wife." "Wait a minute, darling." "I didn't mean what I said just now about telling lies." "We'll speak the truth to each other." "I think I know what it's all about." "It's that rapscallion Blackie Norton you were working for down on pacific street." "Listen, Mary." "I'm an old lady, and I've been through a lot in my life." "I came to San Francisco in the winter of '51 in a sailing vessel around the horn." "When I got here, there were 150 males to one female, and if I do say it-- I shouldn't" "I wasn't so hard to look at." "I started business in a shack near Portsmouth square doing washing." "Do you know how long me business lasted?" "No." "About 45 minutes." "Ha ha!" "They busted me tub to smithereens, and there was a free-for-all fight between five of the big swells in the town to see which one would take me to lunch, so, you see, I got to know men." "I knew all kinds in them early days, and among them was a man like Blackie Norton." "He was a selfish and sinful..." "And adorable scoundrel." "So, you see, I've had my Blackie Norton, too." "And you gave him up?" "Yes, yes, I--I gave him up because he was killing me soul." "Killing your soul?" "And I pulled myself together, and one day, I married Burley." "Burley was a good, solid man." "He never got used to wearing his coat till the day he died, but he built me this mansion, and every cuspidor of the place was 18-carat gold." "And there came a time when I was glad I married him because he loved me." "After a while, Jack was born, and I had me peace." "Look, Mary, you say we're the aristocracy of San Francisco." "We are." "Listen." "[People laughing]" "Come here, Mary." "Listen to that." "That's the mcdonough mansion-- aristocrats-- and that party's been going on for two days and nights straight running." "There isn't a rougher joint on the whole Barbary coast than that home right here on Nob Hill." "They call this the wickedest city in the world, and it's a bitter shame, it is, for deep down, underneath all our evil and sin, we've got right here the finest set of human beings" "that was ever rounded up on one spot." "Sure, they had to have wild adventure in their hearts and dynamite in their blood to come here in the first place." "That's why they're so full of untamed deviltry now, but we can't go on like this-- sinful and blasphemous, with no fear for god in our hearts." "That's the reason why I want my boy to have a good woman near him and to raise fine, beautiful kids for the glory of our heritage." "You can make a fine man of him, and maybe, one day, you'll be proud that you met up with the family of old Maisie Burley, the washerwoman." "I'm glad I know you now, Mrs. Burley." "Maisie to you, darling." "Maisie." "[Bell ringing]" "[Customers screaming]" "Jiggers!" "Jiggers!" "The joint's pinched!" "[Women screaming]" "Wait a minute." "Where are you going?" "You're going to be caught, so where you going?" "Hey, what's the big idea?" "Get back on the stage!" "Get out!" "No rough stuff, now." "Nobody gets hurt." "Good evening, Charlie." "I'm sorry." "What's the charge?" "Serving liquor without a license." "We've got a license!" "It's been revoked." "What will the rap be?" "Probably 5,000 fine and a year in jail." "You know judge cardigan." "Yeah, I know him, but Burley knows him better." "I'd like to help you, but I have me wife and me kids to care for." "I've been counting on winning that prize money from the chicken's ball." "Give me a couple hours to rustle up bail and get my entertainers out." "Well, how about being at the station before 6:00 in the morning?" "I'll be there." "Thanks." "It's an outrage!" "Burley's timed this so that you can't cop that prize money tonight." "Babe, let's take a ride." "Will you bring me back?" "That's up to him." "I'll have you all out." "Well, Blackie, had enough?" "Oh, hello." "What's eating you?" "We can't fight Burley, Blackie." "He's got you buffaloed, eh?" "If we trail along with you, we'll get what you're getting." "We can't afford to be raided." "The boys sent me." "The district's mugs are counting on me to go through for them." "You haven't done any business since they started raiding you." "Where are you going to get the money to carry on your campaign?" "Whoever wins that 10,000 tonight could carry us through the campaign." "Not if I win it." "We'll build a new coast that'll top anything San Francisco's ever known." "The old coast has been good to me and to you, too, up to now." "I won't quit." "Are you fighting for the coast, or are you fighting for a personal reason?" "We think it's personal." "We've had a bellyful of this boudoir battle." "So long." "[Women screaming]" "[Woman] Get away!" "Don't you dare take my purse!" "[Man] Want anything from inside, Blackie?" "What?" "Oh." "[Bell ringing]" "Well, I guess I might as well turn out the lights." "By golly, that's right." "There's no use running up your light bill." "[Woman] You can't do that!" "Well, that's the first time the joint's ever been locked." "I threw the key away the night it opened." "See you before 6:00, Blackie." "Come on!" "Let's get going here now!" "Come on!" "[Bell ringing]" "Come on!" "Break it up!" "[Boy] Paper!" "Get your early morning paper!" "Hiya, Blackie." "Hello, bill." "Have a paper." "Yeah, thanks." "Oh, that's all right." "It's on me tonight." "Paper!" "Get your paper!" "Early morning edition!" "[Singing opera in Italian]" "[Man singing]" "[Speaking Italian]" "Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute." "Oh, you're jealous." "That's the matter with you, eh?" "Mary, I love you." "I'm glad." "Mr. Burley, the caterers are here." "Have them put the tables on the stage." "Yes, sir." "You'd better look after things, dear." "Right, as usual." "Wait." "You forgot to ask the stagehand to the banquet." "Did I?" "I asked him." "Father Mullin." "Mary." "Oh, were you out front tonight?" "Your last night?" "Oh, I'm glad someone of the old crowd remember me." "I got my invitation to your wedding, Mary." "Are you coming?" "Of course." "Mary, are you happy?" "Oh, yes." "Yes, I'm happy." "Then everything's all right." "Good night, my dear." "Oh, won't you stay and join our party?" "No." "I'm sorry." "I must run along." "Well, good night." "God bless you." "Is madame tired?" "Oh, no, no." "I'm quite all right." "Thank you." "[Knock on door]" "Oh, come in." "They're calling for you, dear." "Oh, but I've got to change." "Don't bother now." "Change before we go to the ball." "The ball?" "Why, sure." "We're going to wind up at the chicken's ball." "Oh, no, Jack." "Well, why not?" "Well, I..." "That's all right, dear." "I happen to know that Blackie Norton won't be there." "Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow you die." "Dead men don't have any fun." "Alice, look what I found in one of the dressing rooms." "Well, I can recommend him, honey." "He's my husband." "[Cymbals crash]" "Good evening." "Step this way, please." "Good evening, folks." "Do you mind if I sit down?" "Oh, hello, Della." "I'm glad to see you again." "You won't be for long." "I just dropped over to tell you what I think of you." "I haven't seen this woman since she walked out on the best man in San Francisco to marry the town's number-one rodent." "Well, I think you'd better go, Della." "Oh, no." "I've got a few things I want to tell you, too." "Now, in case you folks don't follow me," "I'll tell you that this mouse here has just had a padlock put on the paradise and thrown all of Blackie Norton's performers in jail." "That's what Blackie got for picking this phony up out of the gutter and giving her a chance." "Hold still." "Don't think I want to breathe the air near you any longer than I have to." "You ought to make that mouse awfully happy." "Here's a five-spot, brother." "I'm buying back me introduction to you." "Ladies and gentlemen, now, that distinguished proprietor, that illustrious showman, Alaska Joe Kelso, presents the golden gate trio." "* there's a big sensation going around the town * * called the Philippine dance *" "* Philippine dance * * there's a big sensation going around town * * you ought to see it with all your friends... **" "[Della] Oh, Blackie!" "Beat it, will you?" "Oh, all right, Della." "Well, how about it, kid?" "Did you get them out?" "Well, what's the matter?" "Aren't there any hockshops open?" "No." "It wasn't any use." "My troupe's being held without bail." "Without bail?" "There they are now, celebrating." "Who?" "Oh, Burley and your ex-nightingale." "Are they?" "He won't be satisfied until you're under a wet rock." "Why don't you go curl that dude's mustache, and I'll kiss the lady with a bottle?" "Ah, forget it, doll." "Thanks just the same." "You're a sweetheart if there ever was one." "You know, didn't I give you this one?" "Yeah." "You were just a kid." "Yeah, that's right." "* 'cause that's that new tune called the Philippine dance * * oh, get him, Swanee * * and the first thing you do, babe * * is move both shoulders... ** where you going, Blackie?" "Over to my place." "Well, I've got to pack up a few things." "I may be taking a little trip." "I'll go help you." "No, no, no." "You stay here and see the show." "You come over later and tell me who won." "Oh, Blackie, they say you'll go up for a year!" "No, no." "I can handle it, but I'm worried about the others." "Gee, Blackie." "Your're kind to all that you know." "[Applause]" "Ladies and gentlemen, the last entry of the evening was supposed to have been from Mr. Blackie Norton's paradise." "But as it is now 4:30 and the performers have failed to arrive, why, we'll close the show without them." "Mr. Duane." "I'm representing the paradise for Mr. Norton." "Mary, I forbid you to go up there." "[Applause]" "Oh, Dave." "Know where Blackie Norton lives?" "Sure." "Well, go get him." "Ladies and gentlemen, representing the paradise cafe, miss Mary Blake." "[Applause]" "Play San Francisco." "[Orchestra playing]" "* it only takes a tiny corner of * * this great big world to make the place we love * * my home upon the hill, I find I love you still *" "* I've been away, but now I'm back * * to tell you *" "* San Francisco * * open your golden gate * * you let no stranger wait * * who's a-knockin', who's a-knockin' * * outside of your door *" "* San Francisco * * here comes your wandering one * * and I'm saying, and I'm saying * * that I'm gonna wander no more * * other places, other places * * only make me love you best *" "* tell me, tell me * * you're the heart of the golden west * * the golden west *" "* San Francisco * * welcome me home again *" "* I'm coming home to go a-roamin' * * no more * come on, everybody!" "Join in the chorus with me!" "* hoo Dee hoo, la la la *" "* San Francisco * * welcome me home again * come on!" "Everybody sing!" "Sing, everybody!" "* no more * * other places only make me love you best * * tell me, tell me you're the heart of the west *" "* San Francisco * * welcome me home again *" "* I'm coming home to go a-roamin' no more *" "* San Francisco, open your golden gate * * you let no stranger wait outside your door *" "* San Francisco, here is your wandering one * * saying I'll wander no more * * other places make me love you best * * tell me you're the heart of all the golden west *" "* San Francisco * * welcome me home again *" "* I'm coming home to go roamin' * * no more **" "no, kid." "Wait here." "Ladies and gentlemen, you are the jury who shall judge these criminals, and by your applause shall ye know them, beginning at this end!" "[Cheering]" "Ladies and gentlemen, the appearance of miss Blake for the paradise was as much a surprise to me as it is to you, but, however," "I congratulate you upon your choice and present the award to miss Blake for Mr. Blackie Norton with my congratulations." "[Blackie] Wait a minute." "There's been a mistake here, Mr. Duane." "I never told this woman she could appear for me." "You got me all wrong, sister." "I don't need this kind of dough." "[Crash]" "[Muttering]" "Shall I take you home, dear?" "Thank you." "Everybody stew!" "All right, professor, give a little music there." "[Orchestra playing]" "[Low rumbling]" "What was that?" "[Crashing]" "[Screaming]" "Mary!" "Blackie!" "Blackie!" "Blackie!" "Blackie!" "[Muttering indistinctly]" "[Groaning]" "[Man] You can't go in there!" "You're crazy!" "Ethel, come back!" "[Ethel] You let me alone!" "Jim!" "Jim!" "Jim!" "Hey, you better get out of here before this place falls" "Jim!" "Jim!" "Where are you, Jim?" "Jim!" "Jim!" "Jim, where are you?" "Jim!" "Jim, where are you?" "Jim!" "[Man] Mr. Norton." "Mr. Norton." "There." "Thanks a lot." "Gee, that was a whopper, huh?" "Yeah." "Think you can walk all right?" "Yeah, I can make it." "You know if Mary Blake got out all right?" "I didn't see her." "Well, we certainly don't do things halfway in San Francisco, do we?" "Yeah, that's right." "[Woman] Eddie!" "Eddie!" "Mildred!" "Mildred!" "Oh!" "Ha ha!" "You're hurt!" "No, I'm all right." "Where are the kids?" "They're safe." "You're hurt!" "Where are the kids?" "They're safe in a vacant lot." "The roof fell in." "The baby laughed!" "He laughed?" "Ha ha!" "[Eddie] Ain't that just like him?" "My kid." "[Bell ringing]" "Mr. Norton!" "Mr. Norton!" "Please." "We're pinned under." "Please." "Connie's still alive." "I can hear her breathing." "Hey, hey!" "Give me a hand here, will you?" "Come on." "They're caught in here." "[Low rumbling]" "Here it comes again." "Wait a minute." "Wait a minute." "You'll get killed." "Come on!" "Get out!" "[Screaming]" "Kelly!" "Have you seen Mary Blake?" "I'm innocent, o lord-- stop that drivel!" "Have you seen Mary Blake?" "Leave me alone!" "Have you seen Mary Blake?" "Or Jack Burley?" "Oh, I saw Mr. Burley." "He's over there." "Oh, dick!" "[Woman] I thought I'd lost you!" "[Man] There, there, honey." "It's all right." "You're not hurt, are you?" "There." "Don't cry." "Don't cry, dear." "Irene!" "Irene!" "Hey, hey." "Give me a hand here, will you?" "Irene!" "Give me a hand, will you?" "Irene!" "Irene!" "Irene!" "Irene!" "Irene." "Irene!" "No!" "No!" "Irene!" "Oh!" "Oh, no!" "Chick!" "Have you seen Mary Blake?" "I've lost my old lady, Blackie." "Maybe she went home." "I can't find her." "My house is in the street." "Look out for live wires!" "[Bell ringing]" "Can you tell me where they've taken the injured?" "Couldn't tell you, partner." "My house is on fire!" "Four blocks down on Fulton street!" "No use, boss." "Sorry, brother." "The water main's broken." "There's no water." "Anybody here?" "Is Mary Blake here?" "She lived here but hasn't been back since the quake." "We're getting everyone out of here." "The flames are picking up." "Mommy!" "Mommy!" "Oh, Jimmy, how are you?" "Let's get out of here!" "[Bells ringing]" "[Man] You'll all get something to eat." "You people will all get something to eat down at Sacramento and Octavia street." "Push on, push on." "Push it down, push it down." "[Music playing]" "I'm sorry, friend." "Good luck to you." "Thanks." "Why can't you save what's left of my building instead of destroying it?" "I can't help it, mister." "That's my building you're going to dynamite." "I've worked half my life for it." "We're doing it to save other buildings." "We haven't any water." "It's the only way of stopping the fire." "We're dynamiting all the way from here to Nob Hill." "All right, let her go." "Fire!" "Mrs. Burley!" "Mrs. Burley, have you seen Mary Blake?" "She was with my son." "He's dead, isn't he?" "Well, it's god's will." "[Sobbing]" "You have to move on, Mrs. Burley." "We're dynamiting." "Can't you wait a minute?" "Oh, it doesn't matter." "Are the wires all set?" "All set." "Everybody clear!" "All ready." "Fire!" "My son was born there." "Never mind, Blackie Norton." "It's god's help we both need now." "Good-bye." "Hey!" "You can't go through there!" "Hurry up!" "Fire!" "[Piano playing oh!" "Susanna]" "Mary!" "Mary, my darling!" "Thank god!" "My prayers have been answered!" "I've found you at last!" "Want a lift, brother?" "Thanks." "Where are you going?" "Daly city to get some milk for the kiddies." "If you see a red-headed girl in a white dress, tell her Blackie's looking for her." "Glad to, and god help you to find her, brother." "[Carriage passing]" "Better stand back from that wreckage." "I'm looking for the priest." "I think he's doing rescue work at the stable next to the carbarns." "Thanks." "Have you seen anything of a girl-- sorry." "I've just come down from the presidio." "All right." "[Man praying in Latin]" "Mamma Mia!" "Oh, mamma Mia!" "[Groan]" "Hiya, Blackie." "Hello, mat." "The cops couldn't hold on to me." "I got away from them." "Did you?" "That's great." "Yeah." "It took an earthquake to get me." "How are you making it?" "Oh, I'll pull through." "I'll be all right." "Yeah, sure." "Sure, you will." "Hey, Blackie," "I hear that Mary went on for you at the chicken's ball." "I was wrong about her." "She's a great kid." "She's all right." "Don't leave him." "There you are." "[Tim] Now, you're going to try to get some sleep, aren't you?" "[Girl] Yes." "With your eyes open?" "That's right." "Hello, Blackie." "Thanks, Tim." "That map of yours needs some attention." "Come on." "No, no, no." "I'm all right." "You haven't found Mary yet, have you?" "No." "Well, you can't want her for the paradise, Blackie." "That's gone." "I wasn't thinking of the paradise, Tim." "Wait a minute." "Come on, mug." "I'm going to take you to Mary." "You-- is she all right?" "Yeah, she's all right." "You folks will have to be vaccinated." "It's for your own good." "Joe, take these people to the hospital tent." "[Choir] * my god, to thee * * nearer to thee *" "* nearer, my god, to thee * * nearer to thee *" "* even though it be a cross * * that raiseth me *" "* still all my song would be * * nearer, my god, to thee *" "* nearer, my god, to thee *" "* nearer to thee... *" "Tim." "I want to thank god." "What do I say?" "Just say what's in your heart, Blackie." "* my god, to thee * * nearer to thee... * thanks, god." "Thanks." "* even though it be... *" "I really mean it." "* that raiseth me * * still all my song shall be * * nearer, my god, to thee *" "fire's out!" "The fire's out!" "The fire's out!" "The fire's out!" "[Cheering]" "The fire's out!" "Come on, come on!" "The fire's out!" "Hooray!" "We'll build a new San Francisco!" "Hallelujah!" "* of the coming of the lord * * he has trampled out the vintage * * where the grapes of wrath are stored * * he has loosed the fateful lightning * * of his terrible, swift sword *" "* his truth is marching on * * he has sounded forth his trumpet * * that shall never call retreat * * he is sifting out the souls of men * * before his judgment-seat * * oh, be swift, my soul, to answer him *" "* be jubilant, my feet * * our god is marching on * * glory, glory, hallelujah * * glory, glory, hallelujah * * glory, glory, hallelujah * * his truth is marching on *" "* glory, glory, hallelujah * * glory, glory, hallelujah * [humming San Francisco]" "Captioning made possible by U.S. department of education and Turner entertainment group captioning performed by the national captioning institute, inc." "Captions copyright 1995 Turner entertainment co." "All rights reserved public performance of captions prohibited without permission of national captioning institute"