Original subtitles

[ Lively music plays ]

♪ Bullwhip, Bullwhip ♪

♪ Bullwhip Griffin ♪

♪ Let Villains And Ruffians Beware ♪

♪ His Path Never Swerved ♪

♪ And Justice Was Served ♪

♪ When Bullwhip Griffin Was there ♪

[ Piano solo ]

[ Chirps ]

[ Bell dinging ]

♪ Speaking Of California's Legendary heroes ♪

♪ Whose Praises Have been novelized and sung ♪

♪ It's Time That We Acclaim A certain gentleman whose name ♪

♪ Was Once Upon The tip of every tongue ♪

♪ Back In The Gold Rush Days In wicked San Francisco ♪

♪ He Cut A Figure Dignified and prim ♪

♪ Although Extremely Frail And physically doomed to fail ♪

♪ He Had Purity Of Heart In back of him ♪

♪ Now, To Begin Our Story, We must go to Boston ♪

♪ The Scene Wherein Our hero is employed ♪

♪ A Home Of Quality Bespeaks of aristocracy ♪

♪ And Comfort That is soon to be destroyed ♪

♪ Here Is A Family Friend Arriving in his carriage ♪

♪ His Person We will presently portray ♪

♪ Attention First Is Due The man in the doorway ♪

♪ Who Will Be A Legend One Day ♪

♪ Bullwhip, Bullwhip ♪

Good day, Griffin.

Miss Arabella is expecting you, sir.

Thank you.

I'll take your coat, sir.

Mr. Pemberton...

So nice to see you.

Hello, my dear.

Thank you.

You're looking very beautiful, as usual.

Are the others ready?

Yes, Miss, they're all in the library,

except for Master Jack. I'll bring him.

Yes, I think he should be there.

Isn't it pleasant to have snow again?

Not very much.

Roll it about...

[ Knock on door ]

GRIFFIN: Master Jack.

Hey, Griffin, come on in.

Pour off the water.

Try some soap and water in there sometime

if you really want results.

Soap? You don't need soap.

This is how you pan gold.

Pan gold?

It tells in there how to swirl it about...

Gradually pour off the water...

Until you get down to the nuggets.

Oh. Huh.

Of course. Huh.

"Bullwhip Brannigan," Or "A Son of the Mother Lode."

Bullwhip took Tom Wingate with him to the gold fields.

Tom was just my age, and he wrestled with a grizzly bear,

Bullwhip did.

But the bear ran away, so Bullwhip really won.

Well, it would be nice, Master Jack,

if you would become better acquainted with the classics

rather than wasting your time upon such trivia.

What do you mean, trivia?

It's educational.

I bet you can't show me in any of those books

where it tells how to pan gold or wrestle with a grizzly bear.

Quite true.

They do, however, give an amazing insight

into the rather peculiar behavior of growing boys.

Shall we be going?

The lawyer is waiting.

"I, Alonzo J. Flagg, being of sound mind,

"do hereby declare this to be my last will and testament.

And I bequeath to my coachman, Harry Sillwell" "Sillwet"...

Sitwell, sir. Harry Sitwell.

Oh.

... "Harry Sitwell, $50,000."

Would you say that again, sir?

$50,000.

"To my cook and breakfast-table confidante,

Miss Abigail Gookenkick"?

Abigail Gookenick.

"Miss Abigail Gookenick, I bequeath $90,000."

$90,000!

"To my housekeeper of many years,

"guardian of my health and custodian of my morality,

Miss Irene Chesney, I bequeath $100,000."

Oh, what an angel he was.

"To my butler, Eric Griffin, who, at a young age,

"promises to surpass his father and his father's father

"in doing the proper thing in the proper way

"at the proper time,

"I bequeath $500,000 in profound confidence

"that he will not so much as arch an eyebrow

when he learns of this bequest."

Half a million dollars!

What a kind, saintly man he was!

"All of the remainder of my estate,

"plus, specifically, the family residence in Boston,

"together with all of its furniture and furnishings,

"I bequeath to my two grandchildren,

my soul surviving heirs, Arabella and Jack Flagg."

The document is duly signed

and is quite legal, I assure you.

There never was a finer person born than the old gentleman!

Rest his good soul!

Amen to that!

So much for the will.

Now for the facts.

During the later years of his life,

Mr. Flagg lived not only on borrowed time,

but on borrowed money.

Y-you mean he died broke?

Dead broke.

[ Women sobbing ]

Ornery old coot.

Probably thought it was funny.

[ Sobbing ]

Even the mortgage on this house is past due, long past due.

However, the bank has promised not to foreclose for 90 days.

I'm sorry, my dear.

Think of poor Miss Arabella... not even a home to live in,

and a little brother to look out after.

She's got no trade.

Never had to go out and face the world.

What's she going to do?

Excuse me, Miss, is there anything I can do?

[ Laughing ]

Oh, I'm sorry, Griffin,

I know I shouldn't be laughing,

but I can't help it.

But, Miss, this is a serious matter.

Don't you see?

Even in writing out his will,

he had to have his own little joke.

Well, if that is what one considers it.

Well, grandpa used to say people are 98% water,

and if you don't stir them up once in a while, they stagnate.

The disturbing thing is, Miss,

that he has left you and Master Jack

without any financial security, unprotected.

Well, I think that's what he wanted most of all,

for us to be free to make our own lives.

But Master Jack is only 12 years old.

Grandpa was only 11 when he ran off to sea.

What about you, Miss?

It's different for a young lady.

I'm not afraid, Griffin.

There's a lot of grandpa in me.

I'll think of something to do.

If, uh...

If there's anything you want...

Griffin, what will you do?

Will you get a job somewhere else as a butler?

Well, I suppose so, miss.

I really had not given the matter much thought.

Do you remember your ninth birthday party,

when you threw a serving tray through the window and said

you wouldn't ever be a butler when you grew up?

I remember, miss.

But I had rather hoped that others had forgotten.

Oh, how could I forget that, Griffin?

You're the only boy I ever knew in all of Boston

who ever broke a window deliberately.

Thank you, miss.

And now, if you will excuse me, I shall, uh...

...Prepare the dinner menu.

[ Sighs ]

I don't know, grandpa.

I guess some people just can't be stirred up, huh?

Miss Arabella!

It's Master Jack!

Miss Chesney, now really!

I was just in Master Jack's room.

Miss Chesney, what is it?

Master Jack... he's gone!

"Dear Arabella, I have set out to seek my fortune

so you will not have to take care of me.

"When I am rich, I will come back and take care of you.

Would you please feed my goldfish? Jack."

Goldfish, indeed!

Oh, no, not now, Miss Chesney.

Go tell Harry to get the carriage ready.

We have to go find him and bring him back.

Miss Arabella, look.

I'm afraid he has succumbed to the California gold fever.

Oh, no, Griffin, what are we going to do?

I think I know where I can find him.

I shall endeavor to stop him before he gets too far.

Oh, yes, Griffin, please do.

Uh, yes, miss. Right away, miss.

I have it, gentlemen, a ticket!

Gather around, gentlemen, up here.

A ticket for the sailing.

A ticket on the Lady Wilma to San Francisco.

Now, this is an unclaimed ticket

that I am going to sell to the highest bidder.

This is your ticket to fortune,

to the gold fields of California.

Now, what am I offered?

Would some gentleman start this bidding at $500?

$500.

Thank you, sir.

Remember, gentlemen, this is the last ticket

on the beautiful Lady Wilma sailing now for San Francisco.

I'm looking for $550. Anybody, $550?

I make it $550!

California... gold where you pick it out of the streets!

I have $550, I'm looking for $600.

$600.

Thank you, sir. $600.

I only have $600, but I am looking for $650...

Stay where you are!

Are you trying to stow away, too?

Stow away?

Oh, no, lad.

But I needs must shake

the murderous hounds pursuing me.

Are the police after you?

Shh!

Ah, here, boy.

In with you.

Come on, give me that.

Who will make it $1,200? $1,200?

$1,200!

Thank you, sir, $1,200.

I have $1,200.

Who will make it $1,250?

Oh, come on, gentlemen,

you can wash that much gold out of your socks every night

after you get to California.

All right, gentlemen, who will make it $1,250?

Going once...

Going twice...

Are you all through, gentlemen?

Oh, you're gonna hate yourselves in the morning.

Going...

Going...

And gone!

Yahoo!

Going to the gentleman who just swallowed his chaw of tobacco.

Oh, yes, sir. Right away, sir.

You get a great bargain there, sir.

I certainly have one for you here.

Oh, I beg your pardon, sir.

Oh, pardon me.

I'm sure it was my fault.

I'm so excited, I'm going to California.

Oh, my hat.

Well, I, uh, I'm sorry that I was...

well...

Your ticket.

Oh.

My ticket, it's gone.

But I just bought it.

Somebody stole my ticket.

I've been robbed! Search everybody!

You, sir, you were over there.

Yes, I was.

He is absolutely right.

He bought a ticket. I saw him.

You just keep out of this.

I beg your pardon.

I, sir, am Judge Higgins of the appellate court,

and I demand that you search every single man along this...

it wouldn't do any good, though, would it?

Everybody going aboard is bound to have a ticket.

Let us handle it, your honor.

Step off the gangplank.

Say, you...

I didn't get your name.

Brown, sir.

Mr. Brown, why don't you go over there

with the aid of these two officers,

and carefully go through all your pockets

and see if you can't find it.

You were terribly excited.

It's not good to get that excited.

Yes, sir. Thank you, your honor.

Yes, it's quite alright. Ready?

Yes.

Your ticket, please.

Thank you.

Are you the Captain of this ship?

Captain Swain. If you've business with me,

say your say and be quick about it.

I have reason to believe that there is a 12-year-old boy

stowed away aboard your ship.

And I have my reasons to believe there isn't.

He is the grandson of the late Alonzo Flagg of Boston.

Well, now, I-I want no part of no stowaway.

Will you give me your word as a gentleman

that you and him will be ashore before we sail?

Unquestionably.

All right.

I'll show you how to get below.

Thank you.

If the police aren't after you, then who is?

I could a tale unfold whose lightest word

would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood!

And it is better you take heed, also,

for it is true, lad...

he who runneth with the fox must beware the hounds.

Or is it dogs?

Yes, well, I think I'd better be going.

[ Door opens ]

Breathe softly and beware.

It is often said that jackals run in pairs.

Good grief, Griffin.

What are you doing here?

You know him?

You've just knocked out our butler.

Griffin?

Griffin?

You gave me your word, didn't you?!

I have tried to explain, sir.

You took advantage of me good disposition.

Well, you'll work your passage in the bunkers,

and you'll rue the day

you ever heard the name of Captain Swain!

I am making a formal request, captain,

that you set us both ashore at your first port of call.

I'll put you ashore right enough.

But it's what happens between now and then

is what you've got to worry about!

Get away from that! That's not for you.

I appreciate that.

You will take your scoffings with the crew

unless I decide to put you on bread and water.

I think I would prefer that, sir,

if we have a choice.

We leave it to the payin' passengers

to malign the chow, if you don't mind.

If I may make a suggestion, captain.

Rather than waste my talent in the bunker, sir,

if you would permit me to prepare and serve your food

in the fully proper manner for your own safety, sir,

with the help of Master Jack, my apprentice.

You'll do what I say!

By all means, sir.

Uh...

Have you ever tried your hand at galley-grubbin'?

Galley-grubbing?

He knows all there is to know... about food.

Knowin' and doin' is two different things,

especially for a landlubber put to sea.

My grandfather, sir, prepared and served the meals

for Admiral Lord Nelson at the Battle of Trafalgar.

All right.

One chance I'll give you, and one chance only.

Oh, thank you, sir.

And if you don't serve me a fair to middlin' meal,

then it's off to the bunkers for you!

"And while the Captain had agreed to set us ashore

"at the first port of call,

"he now refuses to release us from our duties

"preparing his meals and tending his cabin.

"We shall continue on to the gold fields,

"praying that fortune shall smile upon us

"and that you may forgive us the anxiety we have occasioned.

"Master Jack has made friends with a kindly judge

who agreed to post this letter when we reach Rio."

Doesn't that beat all...

the two of them bound for California?

Isn't that just like Griffin?

If he were assigned to a rock pile,

he'd make himself indispensable.

I can't get over it... Griffin and Master Jack

all alone in that wild country out west.

Well, we won't let them be all alone.

You may start packing my things.

You don't mean to say you'd go!

There's nothing I can do here that I can't do in California.

It's not a right place for a lady.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Some of the stories I've heard.

Men outnumber women 100 to 1 in San Francisco.

Well, there's nothing wrong with those odds,

especially when a young lady has to earn her own living.

Oh, Griffin wouldn't approve of you going to California.

But I think grandpa would approve of it heartily.

He wanted me to be free to try my wings,

to find my own place in this beautiful and exciting world.

I'll go lay out my things.

That's about all.

I'll tell you what, miss.

Just to make it a clean deal, I'll add $5

for the frame and picture.

I wouldn't part with grandfather for $1,000.

But if you're going to California, miss.

Well, in that case, I'll leave him in your custody.

I'll take the $5.

♪ Griffin And Jack Who Spent Their journey in the galley ♪

♪ At Last Were Nearing San Francisco Bay ♪

♪ Their Culinary Art Won over the Captain's heart ♪

♪ As The Menu Grew More Elegant Each day ♪

As soon as we drop anchor in San Francisco Bay,

every dad-blasted member of the crew

is gonna be over the side and headed for the gold fields.

Hasn't been a ship left port in months.

Do you have an idea, sir, what time we'll get there?

Well, we should get within spittin' distance

during the graveyard watch.

Then we should get in tomorrow morning?

Tomorrow afternoon, more likely.

I'm not pickin' me way through no floatin' graveyard

in early mornin' soup.

Now, now, now, now, sonny.

A few hours isn't gonna make all that difference.

Why don't you go and start getting your dunnage together?

And I'll see you get ashore in the first boat tomorrow.

You're very kind, sir.

Thank you, sir!

[ Slurps ]

[ Sighs ]

BOTH: ♪Oh, Susanna, Oh, don't you cry for me ♪

♪ For I'm Off To California... ♪

Well, well, Griffin.

Uh, by all means, sir.

[ Laughs ] And my little friend Jack.

What a beautiful day for singing, huh?

Watch this.

Very good!

Oh, I'll bet you can hardly wait to reach port, huh?

Just barely. Are you going up to the gold fields?

Oh, I may eventually, but there are things in the world

more important than gold, son.

This is a new land,

and it needs laws, and courts, and justice.

Laws, courts, and justice... those are the things

I'm concerned with most of all.

Oh, yes.

Laws, courts, and justice.

I really like that Judge Higgins, don't you?

Oh, I don't know, Master Jack.

Sometimes I think he tries almost too hard to be friendly.

What's wrong with being friendly?

Wait a minute.

[ Muffled shouting, clattering ]

Mr. Bartlett, what happened?

Who did this to you?

They have followed me.

They are on this ship.

Oh, the thread of life spins out!

Did you see who hit you?

I was struck down, a coward's blow from behind,

and when I came to, I was blindfolded.

I could hear a man ransacking my room.

I suppose you do know what he was seeking.

Oh, but he found it not.

Found what not?

Hidden there lies ample bait

to lure the most treacherous of hounds...

a map given to me by a dying man

whom I had befriended in a boardinghouse in Salem.

A map to the mother lode.

Oh, yes, well, uh,

we will report this to the Captain immediately.

Oh, no! No!

For I know not my enemies!

And I do not greatly trust that Captain Swain.

Oh, well, sir, I'm afraid that under the circumstances,

there is nothing we can do for you.

Stick with me, you two.

If you'll a willing ear incline,

what's mine is yours and what is yours is mine.

You want us to be partners?

Aye, lad.

These are the crucial hours as our journey nears its end.

For mine enemies,

the time is ripe to strike swiftly,

seize the prize if they can find it, and be gone.

What say you, friends?

Oh, uh, well, sir,

I'm afraid that we cannot remain with you here.

We have our duties in the Captain's cabin.

Oh, well, no matter.

I will remain locked in here.

You can look in on me occasionally,

bring me my remaining meals.

Oh, by all means, sir.

And if another living soul

should dare to cross that threshold,

'twould be foolishness indeed.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Griffin, we'll be partners in the mother lode!

Master Jack!

Please?

Very well.

Mother lode, indeed!

Don't forget my remaining meals!

Griffin! Griffin! Hey, Griffin!

You can see them... lights across the water.

Somebody said they're on the boats in San Francisco Bay.

Where do you think you're going?

Don't you wanna come and see them?

Yes, yes, all in due time.

But you should be preparing for bed.

Oh, no, just when we're getting here?

After all these months?

Master Jack, you're going to have a very busy day tomorrow.

Now, you need your rest. Obey.

Oh, I stopped by to tell Mr. Bartlett.

Boy, is he excited.

If we do find the you-know-what, and we're partners,

we'll be the richest people in Boston,

and you won't have to be a butler anymore.

You can buy into a business.

Master Jack...

Sit down, Master Jack.

I want to tell you something.

I am proud to be a butler,

as was my father, as was his father before him.

And I don't understand why everybody...

MAN: Fire!

Fire in the hold!

Quick, quick, quick! Up on the deck! Quick!

Fire! Hurry, hurry!

[ Horns blowing ]

Come on, get them landlubbers back!

Get them back!

Get back, get back!

Get that fire, I tell ya!

Come on, get back, get back, I tell ya!

Bring that pump over here. That's it, hold it.

Excuse us.

Excuse me.

To the lifeboats!

To the lifeboats!

Abandon ship!

Abandon ship, abandon ship!

To the lifeboats! Fire!

Come on, be quick.

Don't stand there like a fool.

The whole ship's afire!

Caution, my friend, caution.

If you have any small thing of value,

you'd better take it along.

Oh.

Fire!

Fire!

[ Drumroll ]

Oh, oh, thank you.

Turn around.

What? Turn around!

I think it's the pistol.

If you would be so kind as to hold...

Oh, yes, the pistol.

[ Thud ]

[ Grunts ]

Fire!

Fire, fire!

Come on, get them landlubbers under control!

Man the pump! Man the pump!

You heard the Captain!

Get them buckets moving!

Come on, come on!

It's a false alarm!

I said it was a false alarm!

Just oily rags.

The whole engine room is full of smoke.

A false alarm?! What are you sayin', man?

Some bilge rat done it on purpose?

Good heavens!

It's a trick!

Excuse me.

Capt. SWAIN: Come on, come on, get the next one.

Mr. Bartlett!

What happened?

Higgins it was.

Higgins?

Judge Higgins?

Yes.

I turn my back for a second...

And he hit me.

[ Groans ]

You stay here, do what you can to help him.

Captain Swain?

The Captain's on the poop deck.

You'll have to see me later.

Some bilge rat's out there, takin' off in me starboard boat!

That's exactly what I was afraid...

♪ ...It's Bright And Shinin' ♪

♪ Waitin' There Just for the findin' ♪

♪ Shines So Bright, It's nearly blindin' ♪

♪ California Gold ♪

♪ California Gold ♪

♪ California Gold ♪

♪ California Gold ♪

♪ Waitin' Just For Me ♪

♪ Gonna Claim A golden mountain ♪

♪ Gold Will Flow Just like a fountain ♪

♪ I'll Just Spend My Time A-countin' ♪

♪ California Gold... ♪

Step right in for the show on the inside!

Come on in, everybody!

Come on in!

♪ ...California Gold ♪

♪ California Gold... ♪

Oh, come along.

Come on.

Come on.

We shan't achieve our purpose by standing there.

I'll bet Judge Higgins won't waste any time

getting up to the gold fields.

Do you realize that if we are to find the scoundrel,

we shall need a grubstake.

Oh, yes.

Hmm.

Look.

Oh, what prices!

My mind will not believe what mine eyes have seen.

Nor mine.

Aha.

I believe I have a thought

which obviously will be of service to mankind,

and, I think, gain us the money we need.

Uhh-huh.

Permit me, dear friend.

I think perhaps I have more experience.

All the world is a stage, you know.

Oh. Huh.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers.

Griffin, what are you doing?

You just gave me a haircut a week ago.

Shh, Master Jack. Not so loud.

Costly thy habit as thy purse.

Hey, look what's come to town!

Nothing so becomes a man

as modest stillness and humility.

To be!

To be or not to be, that is the question.

Um, I was wondering if any of you gentlemen

have seen a man with a scar on his forehead.

His name is Higgins, Judge Higgins.

I ain't seen him. Have you? No.

You? Un-unh.

How much you charge for a haircut?

Oh, well, sir, for you,

oh, I think the same modest price as a tub bath.

$10?

I'm first in line, then.

You go over there and set up as cashier.

I'm after him.

Right.

I'm very much afraid that for you, it'll be $15.

The same for me?

Why, yes.

[ Laughs ]

I'll make it $10.

[ Laughter ]

You can even keep your hat on, too.

Sir...

If you prick us, do we not bleed?

If you tickle us, do we not laugh?

And...

If you poison us, do we not die?

And if you wrong us...

[ Shouting ]

This is a respectable place!

I don't want any of your kind coming in here!

Don't you ever forget it!

[ Laughter ]

Hey, boss.

I go a little while, mosey around town.

No, I want you to go back inside.

I want to keep you from getting into trouble again.

Oh, gee, boss.

You promised me.

All right, but only for a little while.

And remember, keep your hands to yourself.

Sure, boss.

Somebody says you been askin' about a man

got a scar on his forehead.

Like down across here, kinda sort of?

Have you seen such a man?

A big man? Had a beard?

That's right. It's Judge Higgins.

We saw him come ashore in a small boat about sunup.

Do you know where he went?

He tried to sell us his boat, and we says no.

And then he asks how can he get to Frytown.

No, he asked how would he get to Hangtown.

Frytown!

Hangtown!

Thank you very much, gentlemen.

I'm most grateful for your information.

There will be no more haircuts today.

Why don't you listen?

You never listen when people is talkin'.

How are we gonna find out which it is,

Frytown or Hangtown?

Master Jack, how do you think it can be done?

Well, one way...

Mr. Bartlett could go to Frytown

and we could go to Hangtown.

Exactly.

And if either of us picks up the trail,

he can inform the others.

And we can leave any messages at Sutter's Fort.

'Tis well said, and it were better soon be done.

How much do you think it's worth, what we have here?

I certainly think that's enough to purchase our supplies

and get us started on our way.

Do you have anything to take your share in?

Well, I saw no need to buy a poke

when I had naught to put in it.

I think these should do for the moment.

Would you hold on?

Oh, yes.

[ Blows ]

Oh.

Here you are.

Are you the man who cuts hair?

Correct, sir.

Oh, but I have terminated my activities for the day.

No, I want you to cut my hair now.

For me...

Mountain Ox.

I reiterate, sir,

I have terminated my activities for the day.

And even if I were to continue, sir,

you see, there are some other gentlemen...

I don't care about other men!

I tell you to cut hair, you cut hair!

Would you please keep your vulgar hands off my apparel?

You, sir, are a devil.

A born devil upon whose nature nurture could never stick.

Nobody don't call no names on Mountain Ox!

How dare you, sir?

You big bully!

Why, you little imp!

MAN: Yee-haw!

He knocked out the Mountain Ox!

[ Cheering ]

He's out cold! He got him a good one!

He knocked the ox out! Looky here!

[ Laughing ]

All right, coming through, coming through.

What happened?

Didn't I tell you to stay out of trouble?!

All right, fellas, get back.

Give him some air, give him some air!

Well, what happened?

What did they do, gang up on him?

I do hope he's not badly hurt.

I am terribly sorry.

You did this?

Well, sir, you see... well, to tell you the truth...

His name's Bullwhip Griffin,

and you oughta see him wrestle a grizzly bear sometime.

Master Jack!

[ Crowd murmuring ]

Bullwhip, my name is Sam Trimble.

How do you do, sir?

[ Coughs ]

I'm the owner of the lucky nugget saloon.

Oh, I'm honored, sir.

I'll make you an offer.

I guarantee a $2,000 purse.

You take on the Mountain Ox

for the bare-knuckle championship of San Francisco.

Winner take all.

[ Cheering ]

My friends...

My friends...

I am most flattered and I do thank you,

but it is impossible,

as my partners and I must leave for the gold field immediately.

Aww!

[ Lively music plays ]

He'll be back,

and more willing to listen to reason

after he's tramped up enough hills

and missed enough meals.

[ Gunfire, shouting ]

[ Hispanic accent ] How many want to live?

Hold up your hands, please!

Now!

Please do not complain.

The land belong to us.

You come take our gold.

[ Laughs ] We stop, take yours.

It all come out even, no?

Hey, chico... [ Speaks Spanish ]

Everybody, come down.

Pronto!

You...

You come out.

Ohh! [ Laughs ]

Turn around.

No funny business! Get in line!

Judge Higgins!

Yes.

Yes, it is, Jack.

Well, how do you do?

Griffin, I saw you get aboard,

and I was hoping we might avoid this.

Oh, naturally.

Uh, please, senores,

first we take care of our business,

then you can talk.

Oh!

Hey, chico, the ring!

Come on.

[ Laughs ]

[ Thanks in Spanish ]

You are most kind.

Now to please take off your coats.

Why would he want us to do that?

Move!

In the lining is a good place to hide the extra gold coins.

[ Laughing ] I have learned that trick.

No, sir. No, sir.

I have given you my gold, you have taken my watch,

but I refuse to give up my coat.

You will have to shoot me first.

You make up that rule, senor, not me,

but I will do anything to make you happy.

Uh...

[ Grunting ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Greets in Spanish ]

[ Thanks in Spanish ]

You have been, how you say, most generous.

Goodbye!

[ Shouting ]

[ Gunfire ]

Oh, now, that is marvelous, absolutely marvelous.

Oh, do stop that?!

Stop what?

What you're doing.

Oh, by the by,

it is fortunate that fellow did not blow your head off.

I believe Mr. Bartlett has a prior claim

to that privilege.

You mean because of the map?

I now demand that you hand it over...

immediately.

You do?

We're partners with Mr. Bartlett.

The reason I didn't want to give up my coat to that bandido...

I had the map sewn into the lining.

And as your friend Bartlett might have said,

"there's the humor of it."

I don't think it's very funny.

Neither do I.

You don't?

The two of you working your passage all those months,

and the infinite pains I took to get it,

and now we lose it to a bandit

who doesn't even know he's got it!

[ Chuckling angrily ]

Come on, you'll get used to things like this.

Oh, will I?

Will you please hand down our packs?

Right there, sir.

The lad and I will not continue the journey

as we have no gold.

We have no heavy coats to keep us warm.

Thank you, sir.

It would be foolish for us to continue.

Good day.

Are you ready? Press on.

I don't see why we couldn't have gone on anyhow.

Shh.

I do not think those bandidos will ride very far

with an unwieldy bundle of jackets.

And if they're just feeling around for hidden coins...

They may not detect the map.

Come on.

All right, let's get aboard. Get that door closed.

No, wait.

Toss it down.

That's my bag right there.

Toss it down quickly!

Oh, I have a very important engagement.

Ha! Ya!

It is.

Oh, see.

Look! Look!

[ Laughing ]

There we go.

Why, splendid, Griffin.

Oh, splendid.

Oh, I'll take that now, thank you.

Strange, isn't it, how our paths continue to cross.

Oh, I won't trouble you to help me into it.

Just toss it up gently.

No, sir, I refuse to give you the coat.

You'll have to shoot me first.

No, don't shoot!

Toss up the coat.

Oh, I have no doubt that you are a scoundrel, Higgins.

But you're certainly not the type

who would shoot an unarmed man.

Well, that is purely a personal opinion on your part.

You're certainly not the kind

who would shoot an unarmed man in the back.

Shall we go?

Sir! My back was turned!

Shall I count to three?

One...

Two...

Wait!

No, Master Jack, wait!

Throw, Jack!

[ Laughing ]

Oh, smart boy, Jack.

And if I may once again quote your friend Bartlett,

"Parting is such sweet sorrow."

Or as he might remind you,

"The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger."

And I assure you, sir, our paths will cross again!

Our pa... [ Laughing ]

♪ Going From Camp To Camp ♪

♪ They Searched For old Judge Higgins ♪

♪ Who Kept Himself So cleverly disguised ♪

♪ Their Quest Would not be through ♪

♪ Until They Followed every clue ♪

♪ And Every Clue Was promptly utilized ♪

Let's ask him.

Excuse me, sir.

Sir.

We wanted to ask if perhaps you had seen a rather large man.

His name is Higgins, Judge Higgins.

Uh-huh.

He went through hangtown headed this way.

[ Speaks foreign language ]

Maybe we should go ask some others.

Very well.

MAN: You're just wasting your time.

And just what makes you say that, sir?

Don't none of 'em talk English.

You all want a dish of chow?

Just go in and help yourself.

I always do, every time I pass by.

Don't they mind?

Well, now, they ain't never said.

At least wise not so that I could understand 'em.

Oh, yes.

Well, I'm afraid we must be on our way.

Hold on now.

This man you're looking for,

he sounds like old cut-eye up at shirttail camp.

The only trouble is, he is a dentist.

He ain't no judge.

Well, uh, are you sure?

Did you meet him?

Meet him?!

Well, I was the first one he ever pulled a tooth for

after he come up to shirttail.

He got me all hooched up so's I wouldn't feel nothing.

Look here.

Oh!

Ornery skunk pulled every tooth that had any gold in it.

We thank you, sir, for the information.

Good day.

[ Both laughing ]

[ Men shouting ]

MAN: Just get it over with!

It's Judge Higgins they're hanging!

I demand to be heard and I will be heard!

Open your mouth.

In. Inside.

Wait!

Please, wait!

Oh, we've come 50 miles, 50 miles!

We must use your dentist before you hang him!

[ Groans ]

It looks to me like a compound infection

of an abscessed root. Come closer.

Open your mouth.

No, he can't do that!

He can't?

The air, the air. It's very bad on the tooth.

Oh. Oh, yes. Yes, yes!

The air, yes.

[ Groaning ]

Don't touch him!

A thing like that could be fatal to a boy his age

if he isn't treated immediately.

We gotta do something.

We can't let that poor boy suffer.

Please, please, you must do something

to help this poor lad.

All right, boys,

old cut-eye had been duly tried by miners' court

and found guilty of thievery and sentenced to be hung.

However, this one time

we gonna temper justice with mercy.

We gonna let you live long enough

to pull this suffering boy's tooth.

Why, you'll never regret it, sir.

Thank you, sir. Oh, thank you.

[ Groaning ]

I was never so happy to see anyone in my whole life.

[ Groans ] Do you still have the map?

It's where nobody will find it in a hundred years.

Why don't you tell us where it is?

It won't do you any good after they hang you.

Get me out of this alive, and I promise you,

the map is yours.

You are ridiculous!

How can we possibly do a thing like that?

They'd shoot us all.

Just give me your word that you'll do what you can.

Come along, Master Jack.

I have it...

tell them I can't pull the boy's tooth

until the swelling goes down.

It'll take several days.

You...

Give us the map first,

and I promise we'll do everything we can to help you.

You promise?

I promise.

You said it was where nobody would find it.

That's the first place we would've looked.

Not if I had been buried with my coat on.

[ Laughs ] That's very good.

Ooh!

Oh, look!

Th-th-this map is no earthly good!

The most important part is missing!

The end of the trail,

shot away by that insolent varmint who held up the stage.

But you gave me your word to do everything you can.

We won't do anything!

Master Jack.

Quite right.

Wait, Bullwhip, he tricked us!

Nevertheless, a gentleman does not go back on his word.

Get away from that window, son!

Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

Now, you simply must wait until another dentist arrives.

But he been convicted!

He gotta be hung.

Have you ever been awakened in the middle of the night

by an excruciating toothache?

One that throbs and pounds

like a thousand hot knives jabbing and searing

until you can feel it down to your toenails?

It could happen tonight.

Yes, it could.

Yes, to you.

Or you.

And you.

It could happen to any one of you!

Ah, but how will you feel then, tonight,

when you have hanged

the only available dentist this morning?

But for the time being,

he's worth more alive to us than he is dead.

But he's gonna be under guard every minute,

and we gonna get on with the hanging

just as soon as another dentist shows up.

Oh, and one thing more.

As head of the miners' committee,

I'm ordering you and that boy to get his grave dug.

Have it ready and waiting...

a kindly reminder to him that we mean business.

Oh.

Dig her plenty deep, too.

We're gonna get rid of that crook once and for all.

Know what I thought was nice about Bullwhip Brannigan?

Towards the end of the book, after he built his rock house

and married the Indian princess...

Indian princess?

Huh.

He told Tom Wingate,

"No matter where you travel in this life,

you'll always have a home to come back to...

here, with us."

Bullwhip, why don't you get married?

Well, Master Jack, for one thing,

I never happened to meet an Indian princess.

It wouldn't have to be that.

What about Arabella?

Oh, now, really, Master Jack!

Now, you shouldn't talk like that.

That is not proper. She's a lady.

You like her, don't you?

That is not the question.

You're always peeking sideways at her picture.

Please, Master Jack.

She always carries the locket you gave her

when she was in the sixth grade.

I just thought it would make us brothers-in-law.

And then if you and Arabella had a house...

Oh, look!

L-l-l-l-l-look here!

Do you think it's the mother lode?

Oh, well, you know, now, it could be, Jack.

It certainly could be! Look at that!

It's the first time you ever called me Jack,

not Master Jack.

We're partners!

That is gold!

Gold! Nuggets!

Look! Ooh!

[ Laughing ] Oh, it is, it is!

Look at that, look!

Oh, we have to get word to Sutter's Fort.

We have to alert Mr. Bartlett.

Oh, look!

Oh, we're going to be so rich!

Oh!

Stop... don't... careful.

Listen, you promised to keep me alive

until another dentist showed up.

Well, we just found out, old Bixby there,

he can pull teeth.

Why, he's no certified dentist.

Well, he's pulled teeth before.

He can do it again if he has to.

Let's get on with it.

You're gonna trust your teeth with Bixby?

Cut-eye, I don't know what you're stewin' about.

You ain't gonna need no dentist, not where you're goin'.

MAN: Big strike!

Man and a boy was diggin' a grave,

hit a vein of pure gold!

[ Cheering ]

MAN: Let's get up there, fellas!

Whoa. Whoooa.

Come on! Gold!

Come on, Pete.

Hold it.

Pete. Pete!

Pete.

D-d-don't go.

D-d-d-don't let loose.

He... he... he... he'll be all right.

He's used to this. Don't worry.

Ohhh, boy.

Ohhh.

[ Whinnying ]

Aaaah!

Aah!

Help!

Somebody, help!

[ Grunting ]

♪ Sailing Up Through The golden gate came Arabella ♪

♪ Of Whom We momentarily lost track ♪

♪ At Once It Must Be Told She did not search for gold ♪

♪ But To Find Her Butler And dear brother Jack ♪

Thank you.

Oh!

Permit me if you will.

My name is Sam Trimble,

merchant and civic leader at your service.

[ Men laughing and cheering ]

As one who appreciates the pulchritude and charm

that is so rare in our young city,

may I say, "Welcome to San Francisco."

Thank you.

May I ask what brings such a lovely young lady all alone

to a place like this?

Well, I'm not really all alone.

My brother is here.

Oh, big brother?

Little brother 12 years old. Our butler is with him.

Gold seekers?

Yes.

Boys, bring those things inside.

There's no point in staying out here

in the wet and cold.

And we'll have to figure out a place for you to stay,

a respectable place.

But I'm afraid there aren't too many of them.

Isn't there a hotel?

Yes, but you wouldn't want to spend $20 or $30 a night.

There's no telling when they'll be back.

If the rains ease off, they may stay in the hills

two or three more months.

♪ Winter Had Blown Its icy breath ♪

♪ Into The Mountains ♪

♪ The Miners Could not tolerate the cold ♪

♪ Their Tools Were Strewn About When all their claims gave out ♪

♪ And The Gold Rush At last rushed out of gold ♪

♪ Bullwhip, Bullwhip ♪

♪ Bullwhip Griffin ♪

♪ As Homeward Their recollections roam ♪

♪ Onboard And Afloat, Downriver by boat ♪

♪ Upon Their Journey Back Home ♪

Ah, remember the first time

we saw the lights of San Francisco?

I sure do.

Right after that was when Judge Higgins stole the map.

There's a lesson to remember.

He was the one

with all the clever, crooked, cunning schemes,

and yet you, Mr. Bartlett, and I,

we are the ones to end up with all the gold.

Come along.

We'll be docking very soon.

I think we should put our things together.

Oh, and one other thing.

There is no advantage to wearing a money belt

if you keep letting everybody know you've got it.

[ Nasally ] Passenger Griffin!

Eric Griffin,

report to the Captain in the wheelhouse...

Immediately!

Well, now, that is most peculiar.

I wonder what the Captain wants with me.

Excuse me, sir,

did you see somebody just pass by this way?

[ Imitates speaking Chinese ]

Oh, yes, well, you go back... all right!

You go to our cabin,

and I'll see what the Captain wants.

[ Muffled screaming ]

Shh!

Judge Higgins!

[ Imitates speaking Chinese ]

[ Muffled screaming ]

I'm gonna have to ask a little favor of you, boy.

Now give me your word you won't call out

or try to run away now.

[ Muffled screaming ]

Look, I don't wanna hurt you, boy!

Now, we've been good friends, remember?

Besides, I'm very grateful to you and Griffin

for excavating my share of the gold and transporting it

down from the hills.

Now, you listen, Jack. Listen carefully.

It's a very fine point of the law,

but a man's grave is his castle.

Did you know?

No, sir.

Well, it is.

A man's grave is his castle.

If you find gold in my grave, well, it's no more than right

that I should share in part of it, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

You're a smart boy, Jack.

I knew you'd see it my way

if I explained it clearly to you.

Now, you understand, of course,

that I'm gonna have to gag you and tie you up,

but we're still friends, aren't we?

[ Grunts ]

Help, somebody! Help me!

Help me, somebody! Help me!

Help me! Bullwhip!

Help me! Help me!

Bullwhip, help!

Somebody, help me!

Jack, what's the matter? Jack?

Help!

Thank you.

MAN: Man overboard! Throw the line!

Two men overboard!

Bullwhip, the gold.

It's all right. [ Coughs ]

It was Judge Higgins.

He was after me.

Higgins!

Steady now. Steady on those lines.

Pull.

Easy now.

Steady.

That's it.

Steady.

Easy now.

Give me your hand, son.

Easy now.

Come on, up we go.

Easy. There we go.

Let me have that blanket.

Keep you warm, son.

There's a big man dressed like a c-c-coolie,

but he's Judge Higgins, and he tried to rob me.

Round up all the coolies and take 'em to the wheelhouse.

Break it up! Back to your cabins!

We'll be docking pretty soon.

[ Bell rings ]

It's not fair. It isn't.

Everything gone, after all we've been through.

It's all my fault.

Come on now.

That's silly.

Come on, buck up.

After all, we are still in California.

And there's still enough gold

for all those who know how to get it.

Fortunately, we did not lose our scissors.

All right, boys, here's your chance.

The Robert Emmet leaving for New York.

Howdy, neighbors. Where are you boys from?

Charleston? Savannah? New York?

Boston. Why?

You gentlemen really are in the very best of luck.

I can book you passage on the Robert Emmet,

leaving in just two days!

Just step into the office, I'll arrange for the passage.

We got the tickets...

Will you wait?

At the moment, we are hardly prepared...

$250 each,

you can't beat a price like that direct to Boston.

That's quite a few haircuts.

Therefore, we had better waste no time in finding a barrel

and setting up shop.

Thank you, good evening.

"Haircuts... 50 cents"?

Absolutely impossible.

No waiting, gentlemen. Step right inside.

50 cents? It used to be $15.

Well, times have changed, boy.

Thousands of men flocking into town,

willing to do anything just for the price of a square meal.

I'm telling you the truth.

I'll make it 35 cents for each of you.

I'm hungry.

Yes.

Oh, well. [ Chuckles ]

Think about something else.

But how can I when I'm hungry?

Oh, well, concentrate your thoughts on...

What would happen if we went in, ate our fill,

and then couldn't pay?

We would be thrown out, and none too gently.

Step inside, gents.

I'm game if you are.

We shall risk the consequences.

MAN: All right, gents.

Where else but in the Lucky Nugget

can you get the best steaks west of the Mississippi?

See the dancing girls and hear the Boston belle.

All right, now. Step right up, gents.

Come on, Griffin.

Wait.

[ Whistles ]

If we are going to be thrown out,

at least let it be from the best place in town.

Hear the only piano in San Francisco!

And listen, listen to the voice of the Boston belle!

Come on, everybody!

The best show in San Francisco.

Move right on to the inside.

All right, gentlemen, come right on in.

[ Men shouting ]

Aaah!

They ate big meal inside.

Run up a big bill...

Maybe we'd better go to the other place.

We will not. Come along.

Let me through!

I'll throw you out!

Will you let us through, please, sir?

Will you please...

Ah, Bullwhip!

I wait a long time.

You come back.

Now I fix things good.

I am not aware of anything that requires fixing.

Ha.

[ Laughter ]

That's the great Bullwhip Griffin.

I seen him knock out the Mountain Ox

with his open hand.

Why...

Fight, fight, fight!

You better leave him alone.

This time he might close his fist.

Jack!

[ Laughter ]

All right, Bullwhip...

Close your fist,

and show everybody how you knock out Mountain Ox.

Go ahead, hit me.

Please hit me.

Oh.

You do rather tempt one.

Wait, hold it!

Ox, how many times have I told you

to stay out of trouble and quit fighting?

Now, I'm not gonna tell you again!

All right, you two, get out...

Bullwhip?

Yeah.

When did you get back?

Oh, just now.

Everybody, Bullwhip Griffin is back!

[ Cheering ]

Bullwhip, don't fight him here.

Don't hit him, don't even touch him.

[ Jeering ]

Aw, gee, boss.

Everybody say Bullwhip knock out Mountain Ox with one hand,

not even closed fist.

Now you say, "Don't fight."

You break Mountain Ox's heart.

[ Crowd murmurs ]

There are men who would pay thousands of dollars

to see this fight.

Thousands of dollars, you understand?

Yeah, boss.

Go back inside and have a drink.

Everybody, the drinks are on the house!

[ Cheering ]

You know, as I said the last time you were here,

I'm still willing to guarantee a $2,000 purse,

winner take all.

Oh, well, naturally, one must discuss that...

we can't think on an empty stomach.

Of course not, of course not.

I'll set you up a nice juicy steak dinner,

and then we'll talk.

It is a bit past our dinnertime.

Good! I'll get a table ready.

[ Chuckles ]

Now I wish you really were Bullwhip Brannigan

so then you could go ahead and fight the Mountain Ox.

Boy, that would serve him right.

[ Up-tempo version of "California gold" plays ]

Jack, this is not a proper place for a boy of your age,

and you certainly should not display such an interest

in, uh, the ladies who perform here.

[ Cheering and applause ]

And now, gentlemen, the moment you have awaited.

Presenting the Boston belle!

[ Cheering and applause ]

[ Piano music plays ]

♪ The Nights Are Bright In San Francisco ♪

♪ They're Just As Bright As gay Paris ♪

♪ Because The Girls Of San Francisco ♪

♪ Do The Dance That you've all come to see ♪

♪ So If You're New To San Francisco ♪

♪ And Want Some Hometown hospitality ♪

♪ Just Pull Up A Chair, Boys, You're welcome to stare ♪

♪ But Open Your Pokes, Boys, And pay for the fare... ♪

Jack, you must not do that!

Griffin, it's Arabella singing.

♪ ...So Pull Up A Chair, Boys, You're welcome to stare ♪

♪ But Open Your Pokes, Boys, And pay for the fare ♪

♪ The Girls Of San Francisco Will treat you right ♪

♪ At The Lucky Nugget Tonight ♪

ALL: ♪The Nights Are bright in San Francisco ♪

♪ They're Just As Bright... ♪

Arabella, look over here!

Jack!

Jack! Oh!

Let me look at you!

We found a whole bunch of gold,

but we lost it when I fell in the bay.

Griffin!

Oh, Griffin, you look so different!

You're tan.

And I don't think I've ever seen you without a tie!

Miss Arabella, you should not be here alone...

not in a wild town like San Francisco,

and certainly not in a saloon.

I'm with you and Jack.

And as for singing in a saloon, I love it.

Gosh, but you look pretty, and you sing good, too.

Now wait a minute!

The steam ship Robert Emmet,

it leaves in two days for Boston,

and you are going to be on it.

Well, well, well, Arabella.

I see you've found your butler and your brother.

I'm very happy for you.

However, the world cannot stand still.

You have another number to sing.

You two wait right here, huh.

Maestro.

♪ Last Night I Was Whirling 'Round the floor ♪

♪ With A Lot Of Handsome Fellows I had never met before ♪

♪ Then Abruptly Someone stole a kiss ♪

♪ I Couldn't See Who it could be ♪

♪ But I Can Tell You This ♪

♪ If You Would ♪

♪ Kiss Me Again, You, whoever you are ♪

♪ Hold Me Again, You, whoever you are ♪

♪ Never Again Would I let you get far ♪

♪ From Your Lovin' Mama, Whoever you are ♪

♪ So If You're Fat Or You're Skinny, you're tiny or tall ♪

♪ You Come From Virginny, St. Lou or St. Paul ♪

♪ Come Out, Come Out From wherever you are ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm Yours Forever, Whoever you are ♪

[ Cheering, whistling ]

Bullwhip, how are you gonna get the money

for Arabella's boat ticket?

The day after tomorrow,

Miss Arabella and you are going to be on that ship.

♪ ...Yours Forever ♪

♪ Or Maybe Yours Forever ♪

♪ Yours Forever ♪

♪ Oh, Baby ♪

♪ Yours Forever ♪

♪ Whoever ♪

♪ Whoever You Are ♪

[ Cheering and applause ]

Well, Bullwhip, what about my offer?

One question.

If I agree to fight the Mountain Ox,

will you give me $1,000 cash advance immediately?

No, Bullwhip, don't do it!

We find it makes a better fight winner take all.

Oh, a better fight?

We haven't agreed there's even going to be a fight.

If you are reluctant, it really doesn't matter.

Wait a minute. Let's not quarrel over it.

Joe.

It's a gentlemen's agreement.

You will fight the Ox, let me set the time and place.

Oh, well, I'd need a place to train, a place to stay.

That's no problem.

There's a little room next to the stables at my hacienda.

Why don't you tell Mr. Trimble

how you knocked out the Mountain Ox?

Mr. Trimble is not interested in technique.

All Mr. Trimble wants is a match, right?

Right.

Hey, Sam.

Bullwhip, are you out of your mind?

Oh, possibly.

You can't pull that loaded-glove trick

in a bare-knuckle fight.

That is not important.

You wanna get yourself killed?

[ Drumroll ]

May I have your attention, please?

An important announcement.

I'm very happy to announce that the fight of the year

will take place here at the Lucky Nugget saloon

one week from tonight!

[ Cheering and applause ]

A boxing match...

no, gentlemen, a grudge fight...

for the bare-knuckle championship of San Francisco

between the present undisputed champion, the Mountain Ox...

[ Cheering and booing ]

...Facing the challenger,

the only man who has ever knocked out the Ox,

the legendary and much-talked-about

Bullwhip Griffin!

[ Cheering and applause ]

Now, tickets go on sale tomorrow

for those of you who can afford them.

And those of you with heavy pokes,

if you want to sign up now, go over to the bar.

We'll save some good seats for you.

Bullwhip Griffin?

Do you have even the remotest idea of what you are doing?

I have seen the Mountain Ox take three men

twice the size that you are, and destroy them.

He's doing it for money to send us home.

He doesn't care what happens to him.

I wouldn't take that, that's blood money.

What do you think I am?

I know what you are.

You are a lady,

and you don't belong in a place like this.

And neither do you.

Come along.

Come on!

And then he took the glove filled with gold,

and he swung it... swung it like a blackjack.

My brother Jack told me the whole story last night.

That shifty little shyster.

He had everybody fooled, even the poor Ox.

He never suspected anything.

So you see, Sam, you've got to call it off.

But it really doesn't matter.

It may not be much of a fight,

it probably won't last too long,

but they can't say it's my fault.

Sam, he's not a fighter, he's a butler.

He could get killed.

What are you getting steamed up about?

Why do you need a butler?

Here's your money back.

Call the whole thing off.

Call it off? Are you serious?

You and I are in a position to make some shrewd bets.

We know something that those men out there don't know.

Suppose I go out there

and tell them the same story I told you?

I wouldn't do that.

Because then they wouldn't place their bets.

I imagine they wouldn't even buy tickets.

They'd be too busy stringing up your little butler by the neck.

Honey...

A lot of bets have been made.

They'd lynch him before sundown.

You better think of something, Sam, or I quit.

Now wait a minute, wait a minute.

Uh, look, I'll have the Ox go easy on him.

You know better than that.

Once the big Ox gets wound up, there'll be no stopping him.

He'd beat Griffin to a pulp.

Then why don't you stay with me?

It's a lot more fun to be on the winning side.

You are a beast!

Maybe so, but remember, I'm still your friend,

and if you ever want your job back...

Yow!

I always thought you were real smart about everything,

but this doesn't seem very smart to me.

Master Jack, now I have a feeling

that brute force is not always decisive.

I shall endeavor to combine agility

with a certain basic knowledge of fisticuffs.

I once read "the gentleman's guide to boxing."

All he'll have to do is land just one blow.

Griffin!

Griffin, Jack, I quit my job,

and I sent word to the Captain of the Robert Emmet

to hold places onboard for us tonight.

I'm so glad you've come to your senses.

Yes, well, three places.

There's more than enough here for the three of us.

We could sneak onboard tonight

and we'd be out to sea before anyone realized you were gone.

Miss Arabella, I couldn't do a thing like that.

I've given my word.

To Sam Trimble?

Why, he'd double-cross himself.

Even so.

Wouldn't you rather break your word

than have somebody break your neck?

Well, I am going right down and book two passages.

You can book as many as you like

'cause I shan't be aboard when it sails.

Neither will I.

Oh, dear.

Well, look, even if you are going to stay here, you two,

you're going to need this to live on.

You go out and get yourself killed

and we sit around and spend your money?

You have quit your job.

But I can get my job back.

I will not have you singing in a saloon.

I will not permit it!

You will not permit it?

Nor do I wish you to associate with Sam Trimble.

The way he looks at you!

Well, for your information, I like the way he looks at me.

Master Jack.

[ High-pitched beeping ]

Griffin is jealous!

Well, since you insist on going through with this fight,

I guess we're all in it together.

Hmm.

All right, gents, you all heard what Sam Trimble said.

He's given 20 to 1... 20 to 1, mind you...

on the Mountain Ox to win.

Joe, this is the new bookkeeper I hired to give you a hand.

Start with those pokes.

Weigh 'em out, will you?

And then put 'em in the safe.

Don't you worry.

I will take care of everything.

Gents, gents, where's your sporting blood?

Come on, get out those heavy pokes.

I'm offering 30 to 1 on the Mountain Ox to win.

Come on!

That's it.

Let's get that money out, come on.

I sure hope the Mountain Ox would rather dance than fight.

Very good!

Oh!

Ohh!

You know, I haven't quite figured out

how I am going to win merely by staying out of his way.

Let's just concentrate

on how you're going to survive.

The first thing I'm going to do after this is over

is buy three tickets to Boston.

Your best chance with the big Ox

is to get him angry so that he loses his temper,

and then he goes berserk.

I've seen a sample.

Now, I'll be the Mountain Ox.

Ready?

Yeah.

[ Both grunting ]

Mr. Bartlett!

Hey, wait till Bullwhip sees you!

Oh, just a moment, dear lad.

They hold the stage, let them play out the play.

You didn't hear about what happened to us, did you,

coming back from the gold fields?

No, but let us exchange such tales as we have

within the shadows of this rampart

whilst observing young gladiators.

Aha!

Whoa!

So this is all we wound up with,

but I'm sure Bullwhip will let you have 1/3 of it.

Well, thank you, but by a happy circumstance,

while being pursued by a grizzly bear,

a great hairy beast,

I per chanced to stumble into a deep hole.

And upon striking the bottom,

struck upon a bed of golden nuggets!

It is not the mother lode we share among us,

and yet who can gainsay?

Might it not lead unto equal fortune?

Whooooa!

Me thinks of David and Goliath, and at 30-to-1 odds.

Let us take our gold and make haste to the Lucky Nugget.

But don't you want to talk to Bullwhip and meet Arabella?

There is a tide in the affairs of man, which,

taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

Now let us not tarry until the tide has turned.

[ Both grunting ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Grunts ]

Oh, Bullwhip.

[Bugle Tooting ]

I'm telling you, it'll be the fight of the year.

Sam, get 'em seated, and let's get the fight on.

All right, gents, take your seats.

The fight is going to start in a while.

[ Drumroll, cheering ]

Knock him out, Bullwhip!

I bet my poke on you!

I got everything I own ridin' on you, Bullwhip.

You just gotta win!

Good luck, Bullwhip.

I'll lose my shirt if you don't win.

Those men who've wagered on me, they expect me to win.

So does Mr. Bartlett.

He bet all his gold on you, Bullwhip.

On me? To win?

At 50-to-1 odds.

This tent-saloon, his gorgeous hacienda,

and all his gold, he will forfeit to us.

And you know that $1,000?

Master Jack, you didn't.

No, Mr. Bartlett did it for me.

Oh, well, then.

I shall be forced to trounce the scoundrel.

[ Cheering and applause ]

[ Jeering ]

Hold it, hold it!

Save it for the fight.

Just one blow and it'll all be over.

[ Triangle clanging ]

Go get 'em, Bullwhip.

It's gonna be one minute between rounds,

and the round ends when any part

of anatomy touches the ground

exceptin' the feet.

Now, I don't want no strangleholds.

[ Booing ]

And no stompin' a man when he's down.

Now let's have a good, clean fight,

and let the best man win.

[ Cheering ]

Come on, Bullwhip, get in there.

Get in there, come on!

Now, that was not fair.

You simply must observe

the Marquess of Queensberry rules.

Huh?

Stop usin' them cuss words.

I said, "A clean fight."

[ Twang! ]

[ Twang! ]

[ Twang! ]

[ Triangle dings ]

JACK: Come on, Bullwhip!

Hit him!

Come on, Bullwhip!

Watch him, Bullwhip!

Stand up to him!

Look behind you, Ox! Turn around!

[ Thud! ]

Hit him! Will you hit him?!

Attaboy, Bullwhip! He can't hurt you!

Come on there, boy!

Make him stand still so I can hit him!

No rule says he's gotta.

Let's get on with the fight.

[ Booing ]

Ow!

SAM: Come on, Ox, move in!

A-ya-ya-ya-ya-yaaaa!

All you have to do is land one good blow!

JACK: Keep moving, Bullwhip!

Behind you, Ox!

[ Bonk! ]

No, Griffin, no!

Don't stand there! Move around!

Hit him, you big ox!

How?!

[ Triangle dings ]

You big bully!

The winner of round one...

The Mountain Ox!

[ Booing ]

Water... quick!

We can't let them see that he's out!

...20... 21... 23...

uh, 22.

22?

22...

I sure hit him, didn't I?

...25... 26...

[Bugle Tooting ]

Ooh!

Don't let him get you mad.

Finish him off this round.

I want to open up the bar. [ Laughs ]

Dance around, make him chase you.

He's gotta catch you to hurt you.

And he's terrified of you.

[ Triangle dings ]

ARABELLA: Move around, Griffin!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!

Will you quit playing around? Hit him!

Now! Hit him!

Ox, will you hit him?!

[ Lively piano music plays ]

Yoo-hoo! Oxie-woxie!

[ Laughter ]

You're supposed to be dancing with...

I mean, fighting with... Bullwhip, not him!

[ Piano music resumes ]

Why don't you just hit him, hit him?!

[ Griffin growling ]

[Bullfighting Music plays]

[ Growls ]

[ Laughter ]

Watch it, he's coming back!

Get away, Bullwhip!

You know, there's a lot more where this came from.

May as well be greedy, huh, partner?

Aaah!

Stop! Wait for him!

Aaah!

Trip him!

Good idea!

[Bowling Ball hitting pins ]

I didn't mean him!

Come on, Ox, you're not hurt!

The winner of round two... Bullwhip Griffin!

[ Cheering ]

Let me at him!

Take it easy!

Take it easy, Ox.

Oh, I don't know if I can run another mile.

Don't get mad.

Who's mad?!!

Take it easy, Ox, it's gonna be all right.

Take it easy, huh?

Go get him. You can do it!

[ Grunting ]

[ Triangle dings ]

JACK: He's in back of you, Bullwhip!

[ Laughing ]

Ahhh!

SAM: You've got him now! Hit him!

I got him now.

Ahh ha ha!

You've got him now! Finish him!

Aaah!

Wait, wait!

It's not over!

Both fighters has got one minute to reach his scratch line.

Come on!

Bullwhip, Bullwhip!

Bullwhip, don't just lie there.

Bullwhip, wake up.

You gotta win, you just gotta!

Ox, Ox, come on, get up!

You gotta win or I'm ruined!

21... 22...

23... 24...

25... 26... 27...

28... 29... 30...

Help me get him to his feet.

Oh, Jack, help me lift him.

[ Grunts ]

[Bugle Tooting ]

Whoa!

Come on, Griffin, get up.

...55... Good heavens!

Good heavens! ...56...

57...

Toe the line, Griffin!

...58... 59...

60!

[ Cheering and applause ]

My good man, were you looking for this?

The winner...

And new bare-knuckle champion of San Francisco...

Bullwhip Griffin!

[ Cheering ]

What are we gonna do, boss?

Get the gold out of the safe.

We'll take it out the back way.

Go on!

Where's my gold?!

The bookkeeper!

He stole all the gold!

He's getting away!

Bullwhip... the gold!

That's ours... part of it, anyway.

Come out of there.

You're gonna fight a fire.

Head for the Lucky Nugget!

Here we go.

Gentlemen... gentlemen...

Judge Higgins!

Let him speak!

Now, use your intelligence.

Do you think I could've run that fast with all that gold?

What did you do with it?!

It's on the mule.

I strapped it to the back of the mule.

What are you doing just sitting there, you big ox?!

The boss says he's gonna kill me.

Sam Trimble isn't the boss anymore.

I am. Start carrying things out.

Sure, boss.

[ Grunting ]

Watch out, it's on fire!

Hey, Bullwhip, Arabella! Look!

It's all the gold.

Jack!

Good boy!

Well, well, well.

Good, you found the gold.

Uh-uh-uh!

[ Whistles ] Ox!

Come here!

Get me those saddlebags.

You're not my boss no more, see?!

I don't take no more orders from you now!

Let him go, Ox.

Aw, boss...

Let him go.

Thank you, my dear.

Remember, I'm still your friend.

And if you ever want your job back, you just let me know.

[ Chuckles ]

Ox, would you take care of the mule, please?

Sure, boss.

[ Fire intensifies ]

♪ Over The Flames And Ashes Bullwhip dreamed a city ♪

♪ Whose Charm All Other Cities It would dwarf ♪

♪ With Buildings Fireproof For social dancing on the roof ♪

♪ And Fishermen With their own special wharf ♪

♪ There Was A Hill For Nobs ♪

♪ And Streetcars Pulled by cables ♪

♪ A Golden Bridge Was also in the plan ♪

♪ Suffice It Now To Say The city you see today ♪

♪ Was Inspired By The Vision Of this man ♪

♪ Bullwhip, Bullwhip ♪

♪ Bullwhip Griffin ♪

♪ All San Francisco Should cheer ♪

♪ And Close Up The Ranks, Look up, and give thanks ♪

♪ That Bullwhip Griffin Was here ♪