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'Happy New Year!'

Hey, there's-there's wine
in Lotta's Fountain.

- 'Free wine!'
- Come on.

Hey, Mr. Duane! Mr. Duane!

- You want any more?
- Sure, all of it.

- Empty the warehouse.
- You bet.

I'll take a dozen pints
at the same price.

Hello, Blackie. Happy New Year.

Hello, Duane.
Happy New Year to you.

Yeah. 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.

Where's the fire?

- Where's the fire?
- On the Barbary Coast.

Maybe it's my joint.

'Stand back. Keep clear.'

'Give them a chance
to work, boy.'

'Clear out for the hose!'

It ain't your joint, Mr. Norton.

No. It isn't hot enough
for my joint.

'Hold on, kids!'

- Help!
- Save us! Please, save us!

'Up pressure, up pressure!'

Hurry. Hurry!

- Is everybody out of there?
- Okay.

They're all out, Mr. Norton.

- Well, happy New Year.
- Same to you.

Hello, Blackie. Happy New Year.

Thank you. Thank you.

Hello, Romeo!

Hello. Happy New Year.

'Happy New Year, Blackie.'

♪ Been here quite a while ♪

♪ And now we're gonna change it
for another one ♪

- Hiya, Blackie. Happy New Year.
- Hi, Blackie. Happy New Year.

♪ Everybody
raise your glasses high ♪

♪ Night and days
are saying here am I ♪

♪ Happy New Year
Happy New Year ♪

♪ Here comes 1906 ♪

♪ And it's all the things
that matter.. ♪♪

- Where's the fire, boss?
- Dupont Street.

- The old Bristol house.
- Happy New Year, Blackie.

- Happy New Year, honey.
- Gee, I want it to be happy.

- That fire was at the Bristol.
- Oh, that trap.

Hey, Blackie,
your shoes are all muddy.

Yeah, I know.

You know, that makes
the third fire

we've had in one week.

Yeah, if it keeps up
we'll have to get ourselves

some asbestos suits.

Yeah. I'll say so.

I thought I told you
not to wear that thing.

Oh, 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, uh, been asking
especially for you.

- That so?
- Yeah.

- Happy New Year.
- Happy New Year, Blackie.

Oh, I want you
to meet my husband.

How do you do? Happy New Year.

- Happy New Year to you.
- Thanks.

- Mark this on the house.
- Okay.

- Happy New Year.
- Thanks.

♪ Noon time means luncheon ♪

♪ For someone ♪

♪ Night time means sleep ♪

♪ For the same ♪

♪ Daytime means brightness ♪

♪ For someone ♪

What are you doing?

- Oh, throw him out!
- Come on, pal. Let's go.

I don't like his singing.

But you mustn't hurt
the artist's feelings.

His feelings?
Who is he against so many?

Say, 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. No, the place

I've been living at
was just burned down.

Oh, yeah.
That trap on Dupont Street.

- Yes.
- Well, that's, uh, tough.

Yes. I-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...

How about a little drink?

Well, thank you, but, uh..

If you don't mind, I-I'd like
to see the proprietor.

- Oh, you would?
- Yes.

Alright.

- This is The Paradise?
- I'll say it is.

The hottest spot
on the Barbary Coast.

- Hello, chica!
- Watch yourself, brother.

Wait here a minute, honey.

Say, 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.

Alright, 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.

Well, alright.
Let's see your legs.

Come on, come on, come on.
Let's see 'em.

A little thin for down here.

- You know that number?
- Yes.

Alright.
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?

Well, I guess she fainted.

Yeah. Give me 75 bucks a week,
and I'll drop dead.

'Hey!'

Hello, kiddo.
Did you get some rest?

- Oh, yes. Thank you.
- Good.

- Joe, get rid of this.
- Yes, sir.

I want to thank you, Mr. Norton,
for your kindness in..

Now, never mind the etiquette.

Well, it was so stupid of me,
fainting like that, but..

But I haven't eaten much
today and-and I..

But, it-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 alright, honey.

- What's your name?
- Mary Blake.

Mary Blake, eh?
Well, that's catchy.

Well, make yourself at home.
I'll be right with you.

Where did 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 Sundays.

Oh, so you sang
in the church choir?

'Yes. You see'

'it was my father's
old church, and... '

And your father is a preacher?

'Well, yes. He was.'

Was? Oh, oh,
he got onto himself, huh?

'He died four years ago.'

I get it.

The orphaned child
of a country parson, eh?

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 alright, 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.

Well, 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, uh, I guess you got
some John on the string.

Is that it?

Please let me go!

I see.

Well, uh..

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.

And you can send for that mug
you're stuck on.

You know, if there's
anything I admire

it's a woman
you can trust out of town.

Getting late. You could
bunk here, if you want to.

Try the sofa.

Goodnight, sucker.

Hey, Blackie! That professor's
waiting for that new girl

to show up for rehearsal.
She hasn't showed up.

- Is that so?
- I guess we can forget her?

- Yeah, forget her.
- Oh, am I relieved.

- No good, huh?
- No, I'll say she's good.

Her father was a preacher.

What, are you falling
for an old preacher gag?

Maybe her father was a preacher.

Oh, so you still believe
in Santa Claus, huh?

Trouble with you is
you don't believe in anything.

No, 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 big mug
has been mauling me around

making a chump out of me,
and I always come back for more.

Well, he got to bed
earlier than you did last night.

Come on, get up!

I'm not going to move
from this spot

till you're out of the building.

Alright, 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, uh..

Yeah, thanks. Someone
just showed me to a seat.

- Mat, get me my robe, will you?
- Okay.

Blackie, we've looked you up

to complain about that fire

last night on Dupont Street.

Complain? Why,
I thought it was perfect.

What do you boys want
in the way of a fire?

Listen, you talk
better at the meeting

sitting down.

Hey, listen, Blackie.

Jim Sullivan's kids

got trapped in that fire
last night.

- They had to jump for it.
- Yeah, I know. I saw 'em.

Well, 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 one or two more
when I get home.

Well, don't go home.

Well, look, boys,
put me down for $100

and for Jim and the kids,
and tell them to...

That isn't what we came for,
Blackie.

We want you to let us
run you for Supervisor.

- What?
- That's right, Blackie.

The only way to get some decent
fire regulations on the Coast

is to force them through
the Board of Supervisors.

And you're the only man
on the Coast with the, uh..

Uh, with the, uh...

- Authority.
- To do it.

Sure, and there's nobody else
crazy enough to fight...

Ixnay, shut up!

- Yeah, maybe I'm not, either.
- I think it's a great idea.

- Hello, father, good morning.
- Hello.

Why, certainly. It's dynamite.

Supervisor Norton.
Why, it'll get the joint

a million dollars worth
of publicity.

- What do you say?
- Where you gonna get the dough?

We'll back you, Blackie.

- That's right.
- 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.
- So long, father.

Well, Blackie, what about it?

Come over to the bar.
Let's have a drink.

Can you imagine what that chesty
Nob Hill guy is going to say..

It's a cinch 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.

Oh, name the next half-dozen
after him.

You think it won't be a battle?

Say, he'll have all of Nob Hill

floating around him like bees.

No, I think you fellas
have all gone crazy.

- Oh, Mr. Norton.
- Yes? What is it?

Uh, may I have that job?

- Well, didn't I say so?
- Yes..

Well, how many times
do you want me to say it?

Come on around here. Come on.

What will you have, boys?

Make mine a little whiskey.

- Whiskey.
- Whiskey. That's good.

♪ Open your Golden Gate ♪

♪ You let no stranger wait ♪

♪ Outside your door ♪

Hiya, gentlemen.

Well, what'll you have
to drink, Mat?

♪ San Francisco ♪

Some chloroform.

- Water for me.
- Water?

Here's looking at you, Blackie.

Gentlemen, thank you.

♪ Other places
only make me love you ♪

Ain't she singing
kind of slow, Blackie?

Yeah.

Hope you ain't gone
and signed her up.

Why? So you can grab her off
for your joint?

Wait a minute. What do you
think I'm running here

a funeral parlor?

But, Blackie, with a voice
like hers it ain't so easy...

Go on, go on. Get out.

Give it this!

Put something into it.
Heat it up!

That's what it's about,
San Francisco!

Oh, but I can't sing like that,
Mr. Norton.

Well, 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.

Change your mind?
Well, you've lost it.

I'd like to see Burley's face
when he hears about it.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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.
- Good evening.

Show Mr. Burley
and Signor Baldini to a box.

Yeah, sure. I was just going to.

Alright, just a minute.
Blackie Norton around?

- Yeah.
- Tell him I'd like to see him.

Come with me. I'll take
you right to him.

♪ I'm coming home to go ♪

♪ Roaming ♪♪

Boss, couple of gentlemen
to see you.

Alright.

- Hello, Blackie.
- Oh, hello, Burley.

Mr. Norton, Signor Baldini.

- How do you do?
- Very pleased to meet you.

Gentlemen,
what'll you have to drink?

Maestro, my name is Hansen.

I played under your direction
one night in Dresden.

- Really?
- Yes.

I haven't been in Dresden
in 20 years.

Yes, that was the night.

I'm happy, very happy,
to see you again.

Thank you. Oh, me, I'm nothing

but, Maestro,
we have down here a voice..

Mmm! A voice that would delight

your soul, Maestro. A voice...

Professor, how about
going on with the show?

Yes. Yes. Excuse me, Mr. Norton.

Maestro, this voice,
if you could only hear it

I tell you, it's something good.

If you could hear it
as I have heard it...

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.

No.

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.

Well, now, have you ever
stopped to consider...

Just a minute, Burley.

- Waiter.
- Yes, sir?

Tell Babe to go backstage
and see what's the matter.

Something seems to have
gone wrong with the..

Jack. Jack.

That girl got a voice.

- Yes.
- She had some training, too.

Say, boss. Boss?

You gonna let that crazy dame...

- Shh! Shh! Shh!
- Pipe down.

- Listen, Blackie...
- Beat it. Beat it.

Okay.

♪ Ah then ♪

♪ Let music ring ♪

♪ While three voices sing ♪

♪ 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 ♪♪

'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?

Was I wrong? Or was I...

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 great...

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.
- Yes, Mr. Burley?

See if Miss Blake will meet
a respectful admirer.

I haven't had her
working the boxes yet, Burley.

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.

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?
- Thank you.

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.

- Really?
- So you want to sing in opera?

That's why I came
to San Francisco.

You have the training, too, huh?

Oh, 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,
Violeta, Marguerite'

Puccini's Mimi

and Tosca. I love Puccini.

Oh, Puccini..

Did you ever hear
of Puccini, Norton?

Yeah. Didn't he run a joint
down on Dupont Street?

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.

Yeah, but, unfortunately,
she's under a two-year contract.

- To whom?
- To me.

'Yes. But I'll have her notify
you the minute it runs out.'

But surely you wouldn't
let that stand in her way

to sing in the Tivoli.

Why? She's doing alright 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.

Goodnight. Thank you.

Bye.

I haven't given up yet
about the Tivoli.

You don't know Mr. Norton.

You don't know me.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

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.

Wait a minute.

Friend of mine runs a joint
around on Kearney Street.

I want you to hurry
around there and tear off

a little number for him.

Alright. Where is it?

St. Anne's Mission,
just around the corner.

- St. Anne's?
- Yes. Ask for Father Mullin.

I guess you'd know
all the hokey-pokey

they sing in those traps.

Well, come on, get going.
You've got a number to do

back here at 10:30.

- We won't need that now.
- Thank you.

Now, Burley, you don't want me
to run for supervisor, eh?

You know as well as I

it's not practical
to rebuild the Coast.

- No? Why not?
- The Coast is picturesque.

People come down here slumming.

They don't want to feel
like they're in a spotless town.

Yes, but that isn't
your real reason.

That's one of them.

But 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 to my property

it would be a calamity
for the Coast.

- How do you figure that?
- In the first place..

The Burley Estate
has got to make certain

interest on its investment.

I'd have to raise rents,
why, you boys couldn't live

if you'd have to charge
ten cents for a glass of beer.

You know, I don't get him,
Mr. Baldini.

He tosses a fortune every year
into the Tivoli Opera House.

But that's not business.
That's for San Francisco.

Yeah, the Coast
is San Francisco, too.

That's why I wouldn't change it.

Well, Burley, these little mugs
down here are my people.

And I'm gonna 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...

I'm not ducking anything.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, sir.

You're wanted
on the phone, boss.

Okay.

Hello?
Oh, hello, Tim.

I've finished the service,
so why don't you come on over?

- What for?
- For the organ recital.

And to hear the young lady sing.

No, she'll be coming back here
to sing the things I like.

Alright, 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.

I guess I don't have
to tell you again

how I feel about the organ.

- Yeah! Forget it.
- Alright, Blackie. Goodbye.

♪ Last night I lay asleeping ♪

♪ There came a dream so fair ♪

♪ I stood in old Jerusalem ♪

♪ Beside the temple there ♪

♪ I heard the children singing ♪

♪ And ever as they sang ♪

♪ Methought
the voice of Angels ♪

♪ From Heaven in answer rang ♪

♪ Jerusalem Jerusalem ♪

♪ Sing for the night is o'er ♪

♪ Hosanna in the highest ♪

♪ Hosanna forever more ♪

♪ Hosanna ♪

♪ In the highest ♪

♪ Hosanna ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ More ♪♪

Oh, father,
that was simply marvelous!

And that little boy,
wasn't he sweet?

It's pretty late now.
Can you get home alright?

- Yes, thank you.
- Thank you, father.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- Hey, Mike.
- Yes, father?

- Got any money?
- Sure, father.

Me wife's got a job.

- Goodnight, father.
- Goodnight.

- Goodnight, father.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight, Father Mullin.

It was very nice of you
to leave your work

and come to our rescue.

It made me feel good being here.

You're not the girl whose
father was a preacher, are you?

Well, yes. How do you know?

Blackie told me.

Come in here, won't you?
I'd like to talk to you.

Oh, but I'm afraid I'll be late.

That's all right.
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.

Oh, I see.
Sit-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-I don't understand him.

- You don't, huh?
- No.

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-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,
uh, gave the chapel

that organ we've been
dedicating tonight?

The most godless,
scoffing and unbelieving soul

in all San Francisco.

Blackie Norton.

Yes, Blackie heard one night
that I was saving for an organ.

The very next morning
men arrived to plan

the installation.
Cost him $4000.

You know, if that monkey
would save his money

for a couple weeks,
he'd be a rich man.

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-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 all the kids

in the neighborhood
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 made up my mind
I was going to study

for the priesthood,
I-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.'

He's gone right on.

But he has a code,
he's always had

ever since he's been a kid.

He never lied,
he never cheated..

And I'm sure he never took

an underhanded advantage
of anyone.

There's a picture of us together

when we were kids.

'Oh, uh, don't let him know'

'I told you about the organ.
Boy, 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.

But nobody in the world
will ever make me believe

there isn't a whole lot more
good than there is bad

in Blackie Norton.

Holy smoke! The coffee.

♪ San Francisco ♪♪

♪ San Francisco ♪

♪ Welcome me home again ♪

♪ I'm coming home
to go roaming no more ♪

♪ San Francisco ♪

♪ Open your Golden Gate ♪

♪ You'll let no stranger wait
outside your door ♪

♪ San Francisco ♪

♪ Here is your wanderin' 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 ♪♪

Ladies and gentlemen

introducing the President

of the Ladies
Blackie Norton Club

Miss Della Bailey!

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.

Thanks. 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!

'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?'

'Go on, Norton, tell us!'

Here's the answer you can take
to your boss, Jack Burley.

Unh!

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!

Yeah!

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!

And now, free beer on me!

Kiddo, you were swell!
I'm so proud of you...

Yeah, yeah. Now, thanks, thanks.

You run along
and get yourself some beer.

But, Blackie, aren't we
going to be together?

Well, I told you I'd be busy
when I brought you out here.

I'll wait for you.

Over there by
that first beer truck.

You get yourself a drink.
That's a girl.

Professor,
will you do a favor for me?

- Sure. What is it?
- Go over there and get Trixie.

- And take her back to town.
- To town?

Yeah. She's hanging around those
beer trucks getting stiff.

- Then what about Miss Blake?
- Huh?

- Oh, how do you do?
- How do you do?

You know, I brought
Miss Blake out here.

I'll see that
she gets home alright.

That's awful pretty.
Know the name of it?

"Would You?"

Would I what?

- Glad you came?
- Yes.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

Uh, do you mind going
a little faster, please?

I promised Father Mullin
I'd stop by if I had time.

Yeah, sure.

Go on. Giddap, Dan.

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, yeah, that's right.

You believe in that hocus-pocus,
don't you?

Yes.

Even if I hadn't believed,
the faith of a man

like Father Mullin
would make me.

Yeah, that's the trouble.

You know, it gets hold
of people that are alright

and makes monkeys out of them.

It lost me Tim Mullin.

Why, he'd have made
the greatest gambler

the Coast has ever had.

The only mug I ever wanted
to hang on to.

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.

Yeah.

Well, honey, if that's
what you believe

it's alright 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
you got left?

- Every dime.
- Here's 100 bucks, Edgar.

Go get yourself a cup of coffee.

Gee, thanks, Blackie.

I guess I'm gonna
get some sleep.

Hey, Chick. Put this stuff
away, will you?

- Hello, Mr. Burley.
- Good morning.

Well, good morning, Burley.
Anything I can do for you?

Yes, I want to buy that contract
that you have with Miss Blake.

What makes 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 alright.

You may be in for a few
difficulties down here.

What do you mean difficulties?

Did you ever hear of the
Johnson-Addi Gambling Ordinance?

You know you're operating
against the law.

Well, so's every other joint
in San Francisco.

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.

♪ 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.'

Yeah. Maybe I got an ace or two
in the hole, too.

- Oh, Mr. Burley.
- Good morning, Miss Blake.

I'd like to 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.

Oh, you-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?

Nope.

I'm very sorry.
I can't accept.

Too bad, Burley. I hope
I can do you a favor some time.

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.

- Goodbye, Norton.
- So long.

You wouldn't take $5000

to tear up that contract,
would you?

- Nope.
- Ten?

What are you trying to do?
Make an impression?

I told him he could have
your contract for nothing

if you wanted to leave me.

'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.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

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 a bunch of mugs
that never get anywhere.

Now I'm going to tip you off

to a few facts
about The Paradise.

Come on.

- Never been in here, have you?
- 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 of them

pull off an event
called the Chicken's Ball.

- Did you ever hear of it?
- No.

I thought not. You know
what happens at that ball?

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 the joint that's
won it three times running?

The Paradise.

- Well, that's fine.
- Yep, for artistic achievement.

That's what they said
in the speech

when they slipped me the trophy.

Artistic achievement.

- That's wonderful.
- Well, isn't that telling you?

I'm gonna win it
the next time, too.

And the dough goes
to the campaign fund

for those little mugs
down here on the Coast.

You know, I like to look into
those big lamps of yours.

You know, if you ever decide
to cut any of 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.

- You look kind of scared.
- I guess maybe I am.

- Of what?
- You.

Are you sure it's me
you're afraid of?

Well, kid. What do you think
we ought to 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 out 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, Mary,
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?

Hey, isn't He supposed to be
taking care of the suckers

that come out of the missions

looking for something to eat
and a place to sleep?

I've seen them down on their
knees asking for things

they should stand up
and fight for.

I don't see God coming down

and giving the suckers
a shortcut.

That's not what I want.

I wanna push over the mugs
that stand 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.

You know, 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 up 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 that I'm alright

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 gonna be swell, baby.

I'll make you
queen of the Coast.

You'll ride through town
in your own carriage

and everybody will know
who you are.

I'll plaster your name and face
clear to the Golden Gate.

Now, you and I together, Mary,
are gonna find out

that we don't need
anything else but us.

Look, how about going upstairs
and having some chop suey, huh?

Come on.

'Will you 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 with you?
Come on, let's..

Yeah, that's right, Trixie.
You can knock off.

Everybody's gonna have
champagne on me!

Dig up some of that Pommery Sec
for the boys and girls.

All we've got is Semillon.

That champagne
is starting to make me fizzy.

Fast or a guy gets killed.

Can I order you some breakfast,
Blackie?

No, thanks, Mary and I are gonna
have some chop suey upstairs.

Mary, I have another new number
I'd like to have you try out.

Oh, no, no. Not this morning.

Hey, Mat! Tell Charlie to..

No, never mind.
I'll tell him myself.

Stay right here, honey.
I won't be a minute.

Gee, I haven't had any champagne
since..

Nice going, sister.
You done alright.

Knock off there, Maggie.
You're going to have champagne.

- Me, too?
- I'd like to know why not.

Oh, Mr. Blackie, I haven't
had any of that for a long time.

Well, you're gonna have some
right now.

Here's to Blackie!

- Alright, drink.
- Blackie.

Where's Mary?

I guess she went upstairs
to set the table.

And here's to you, darling.

And I wish I had me youth.

I wish I'd never had mine.

- Nix, nix, Trix.
- Why, Trixie.

That's not nice, baby.

Tell Mary here's to her!

- Oh, Babe.
- Yeah.

When that runs out,
open up some more.

- You bet I will.
- Tell Mary here's to her.

Sure. "Everyone
to his own taste"

the old lady said
as she kissed the cow.

Ain't that a..

What's the matter,
no sense of humor?

- 'Oh, Blackie!'
- Oh. Hello, Tim.

I just came over to talk to you
about the campaign, kid.

Oh, well, look, Tim, do you mind
coming back a little later?

Sure. Sure. Oh..

By the way, Blackie,
I-I just saw Mary.

Yeah. I put her in a cab.

She said to tell you goodbye

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?

I guess 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, she doesn't love him.

Hey, look, Tim.
You like chop suey, don't you?

- Chop.. Sure.
- Come on upstairs.

We're gonna have some.

- Good evening, ladies.
- Oh, hello.

Good evening, and get out.

The child has a performance
to give.

Oh, no, please. We've got
to thank him for all this.

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.
- Is she?

Yes, she came all the way
back 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 wanna 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,
how I wanted you.

Please don't try
to answer me now.

I just wanted you to know
how I felt.

Good luck, darling.

- How you do, Mr. Burley?
- Good evening.

- How do you do, Mr. Burley?
- Fine, thank you.

- How are you, Mr. Burley?
- Fine, thanks.

Thank you.

I'll be right with you, darling.
Want to take a look out front.

Hello, there, Mr. Burley.

- Hello, there.
- Jonathan.

- What a thrilling first night.
- I hope so.

Good evening, Mr. Burley. We
can't wait to hear the new star.

- Good evening. Hello.
- Hello, Jack.

- Have you seen Signor Baldini?
- Not yet, sir.

- 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.

- You came to what?
- Close you up.

You 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.

Sure, sure, I gave her a choice,
and she said she'd stay with me.

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 piece of paper
in his pocket

that's going to stop
your prima Donna

right in the middle
of her first cantata.

- Now, isn't that just awful?
- You wouldn't do that.

Well, 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.

What? Now that's not
very good showmanship.

We'll wait. I don't want to
listen to those others mugs.

Well, while you're waiting,
would you have a cigar?

- Yeah, thanks.
- Pardon me. I'll get them.

Excuse me. I wanna speak
to Mr. Baldini.

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

What is it?

Hello? Hello, Central.
Fillmore, 2871.

Norton's outside with
the sheriff to stop Mary Blake.

- Stop her?
- Yes. During the performance.

He can't do that.

Hello, is Mr. Davis there?
Maybe he can.

Oh, hello, Davis?
This is Jack Burley.

I want you to hurry over
to the Tivoli Opera House

with a restraining order
to hold up a process.

What's that? I don't care if
the office closed ten 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.

- Well, here you are, Norton.
- Oh, thanks.

Thank you.

- Have a peanut?
- No, thanks.

- Cameo here, huh?
- Yes.

I didn't think you knew
that brand down at The Paradise.

Yeah, that's right.

You know, you needn't
have bothered

to call up Davis, Burley.

I could have told you that
deputy of his was away

on a deep-sea fishing trip.

He's just 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.

Well, I'd like to oblige you,
Burley

but, you see, the thing is
out of my hands.

That process server
is the meanest man

west of the Rocky Mountains.

He'd push his mother off
a ferry boat for half a dollar.

Yeah, 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
any of these for The Paradise.

Right.

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.

Blackie, I-I think she's great.

Yeah, not bad.

Seems a kind of shame
to choke her off, huh?

Yeah.

He's gone around back.

It's alright. There's nothing
to worry about. Just him.

- Mary, you were marvelous
- Oh, thank you.

Thank you so much. Darling!

Wonderful!

- Blackie. Oh.
- Hello, kid.

- Oh, Madame Albani..
- Oh, I understand.

It looks like Burley's
getting a little careless

putting things down on paper.

Yes. He's asked me to marry him.

- No. On the level?
- Mm-hmm.

You know, you were alright
tonight, kid.

- Did you really think so?
- Yes.

Say, who am I to hold out
against these 3000 mugs

that went goofy over you?

See, I never caught
this opera racket up to now.

How long has that been going on?

Only about 150 years.

No fooling?

Well, it's alright.

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.

Well, I love you, kid.

Do 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..

Well, I suppose if that's
the only thing in the world

that'll would make you happy.

You know, the gang always said
I'd be a sucker.

Oh, Blackie.

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, 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-hm.

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, I really have to go.

Really. I'm sorry.

Of course if you insist,
I could stay.

Will you get out?

- 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 fiancée.

Your..

I'm sorry, Jack.

Gee, you better get out
of that rig, baby.

The gang are 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 gonna

send her back there now?

Well, 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?

- Good evening, father.
- Good evening.

Great business tonight.

Tell Mr. Norton
I'd like to see him.

- Blackie back here?
- Yeah.

- Where is he?
- Where do you think? In there.

Come in.

Gee, she looks pretty sharp,
huh?

She's alright.

Say, Blackie,
Father Tim's out there.

He, he wants to see you.

Well, alright. Bring him back.

Okay.

- You know, you're a funny kid.
- Why?

Why, the way you act,
anyone would think

that it 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. Any time.

Oh, but, look,
it's got to be after election.

- Oh, really?
- Oh, sure, sure.

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, honey.

Not just for putting it over
on Burley, but..

But for the Coast.

You understand?

Yes. Yes, I do.
I do understand.

But the first chance I get,
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.

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, Tim. I'm making
her queen of the Coast.

You see those posters there?

Five thousand of them
will be plastered

all over San Francisco
by tomorrow morning.

And 10,000 other ones
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're not going to marry her.

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, Tim.

Don't believe in that nonsense
and never have.

You better get back
to the half-wits that do.

'Blake's on next.'

Come on, Mary. Come with me.

Just one minute.
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 this
psalm-singing blather of yours

for years and never squawked.

You can't bring it in here.
This is my joint!

- 'Miss Blake. 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.

Hey, Blackie.
Hey, Blackie, it's Burley.

He's giving the joint the works.

I told you, you can't
buck a guy like...

- Shut up.
- Blackie, come on.

Take a gander at this thing,
will you?

Look at it. Come on.

Hey, Blackie, break it up!

Look what they're doing
to our joint.

You see what they're doing,
Blackie?

- Good afternoon, Mr. Burley.
- Good afternoon, Allen.

- Mrs. Burley in?
- Yes, sir.

She's in the small salon.

Well, what do you think
of our little shack?

Oh, but it's magnificent.

We really only have
one real treasure.

- She's waiting to meet you.
- Oh.

You needn't sneak up on me.
I know you're there.

Mary... this is my mother.

- How do you do, my dear?
- How do you do, Mrs. Burley?

Well, Maisie, have you been
in the house all day?

Oh, sure, I just got back
from the races.

Why, you're even prettier
close to

than you were from me box
at the Tivoli.

- 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.

Will you 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.

'You and I are gonna 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.'

Now 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.

They busted me tub
to smithereens

'and there was
a free-for-all fight'

between five of
the big swells of 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, 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.

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
in San Francisco

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 set out for 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 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.

Jiggers! Jiggers!
The joint's pinched!

Wait a minute. Where you going?

- It's closing here.
- It's gonna be closed, so whe...

- Hey, what's the big idea?
- Go on, you kids.

Get back on the stage.
Get back.

- Get out!
- Come on!

No rough stuff now.
Nobody get hurt.

- Good evening, Charlie.
- Good evening there, lad.

- I'm sorry I have to do this.
- What's the charge?

Serving liquor
without a license.

- We've got a license!
- It's been revoked.

What'll the rap be, Charlie?

Probably $5000 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, Blackie.

But you know I have me wife
and me kids to care for.

Yes, yes. I understand, Charlie.

Look, I've been counting
on winning that prize money

from the Chicken's Ball,
will you 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?

Okay, I'll be there. Thanks.

It's an outrage.

Burley's timed this
so that you can't

cop that prize money tonight.

Come on, Babe,
let's take a ride.

- Will you bring me back?
- That's up to him.

I'll have you all out
in plenty of time.

- Well, Blackie, had enough?
- Hello. What's eating you?

We can't fight Burley, Blackie.

So he's got you buffaloed, eh?

It's tough, but if we
trail along with you

we'll get just
what you're getting.

And none of us can afford
to be raided.

I'm not here on my own.
The boys sent me.

Look, the district's
full of little mugs

who are counting on me
to go through for 'em.

- And I'm going through.
- Now, wait a minute.

You haven't done any business
since they started raiding you.

Where are you gonna get the
money to carry on your campaign?

Whoever wins
that $10,000 tonight

could carry us clear
through the campaign.

- Not if I win it.
- Why? It's a good investment.

We'll build a new Coast
that'll top anything

San Francisco's ever known.

The old Coast has been pretty
good to me, Blackie

yes and it's been
pretty good to you, too.

- Up to now.
- Well, I'm not going to quit.

Are you fighting
for the Coast or are you

fighting Burley
for a personal reason?

We think that it's personal.

And we've had a bellyful
of this boudoir battle.

So long.

'Get away!
Don't you dare take my purse!'

'Want anything from inside,
Blackie?'

What? No.

Well, I guess I might as well
turn out the lights.

By golly, that's right.

'There's no use of running up
your light bill.'

'You can't do that!'

You know, 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.

- 'Come on. Break it up.'
- 'Paper!'

'Get your early morning paper!'

- Hey! Hiya, Blackie.
- Oh, hello, Bill.

- Have a paper.
- Yeah, thanks.

Oh, that's alright.
It's on me tonight.

Paper!

'Get your paper!
Early morning edition!'

- Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute.
- Oh, you're jealous.

That's the matter with you, ah?

- Mary, I love you.
- I'm glad.

Mr. Burley,
the caterers are here

from the Poodledog Restaurant.

Fine. Have them put the tables
on the stage.

Yes, sir.

You'd better look after things,
dear.

- Right, as usual.
- Oh, wait.

You forgot to ask the stagehands
for the banquet.

- Did I? Darling.
- I asked them.

'Alright, boys.
Let's start the music.'

- Father Mullin.
- Mary.

- 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.

Good.

Mary, are you happy?

Oh, yes. Yes, I'm happy.

Then everything's alright.

Goodnight, my dear.

Oh, won't you stay
and join our party?

No, I'm sorry. I must run along.

Well, goodnight.

God bless you.

- Is madame tired?
- Oh.

No, no.
I'm quite alright, thank you.

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.
- Why not?

- Well, I..
- That's alright, 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.
- That's right.

Alice, look what I found
in one of the dressing rooms.

Well, I can recommend him,
honey. He's my cousin.

Good evening.
Just this way, please.

Good evening, folks.
Do you mind if I sit down?

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.

You know, 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.

- I think you 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.

- Come on, folks.
- '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 the town ♪

♪ You oughta
see it back in France.. ♪

Oh, Blackie!

Beat it, will you?

Alright, Della.

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?

Old Burley
and your ex-nightingale.

Are they?

He won't be satisfied

until you're under a wet rock.

Why don't you go over
and curl that dude's mustache

and I'll kiss the lady
with a bottle?

Oh, forget it, doll.

Thanks just the same.

You're a sweetheart
if there ever was one.

Well, didn't I give you
this one?

Yeah. You were just a kid.

Yeah, that's right.

♪ That tune too ♪
♪ What's it called? ♪

♪ Oh the Philippine Dance ♪
♪ Go get him Swanee ♪

♪ The first thing you do babe
is move those shoulders.. ♪♪

- Where you going, Blackie?
- Over to my place.

Well, I 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.

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. You're kind
to all that you love.

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.

- Oh, Dave.
- Yeah?

Know where Blackie Norton lives?

- Sure. You bet.
- Well, go get him.

Ladies and gentlemen,
representing The Paradise Cafe

Miss Mary Blake.

Play San Francisco.

♪ 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!

♪ San Francisco ♪

♪ Welcome me home again ♪

Come on, everybody sing!

'Sing, everybody.'

♪ 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 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 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 roamin' ♪

♪ No more ♪♪

No, kid, wait here.

Ladies and gentlemen,
you are the jury

who shall judge these criminals

and by your applause
shall you know them.

Beginning, at this end!

Ladies and gentlemen..

'The appearance of
Miss Blake for The Paradise'

'was as much of 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.

'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.

Shall I take you home, dear?

Thank you.

Everybody, stew!

Alright, professor,
give a little music there.

What was that?

- Mary!
- Blackie! Blackie!

Blackie! Oh, Blackie!

- 'Somebody help us!'
- 'Somebody help!'

'You can't go in there!
You're crazy!'

- 'Ethel, come back!'
- '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!'

'Mr. Norton.'

'Mr. Norton..'

There! Thanks a lot. Gee.

That was a whopper, huh?

Yeah, yeah, you think you
can walk alright?

Yeah, I can make it, I think...

You know if Mary Blake
got out alright?

I, I didn't see her.

Well, we certainly
don't do things

halfway in San Francisco, do we?

Yeah, that's right.

'Robert, Robert! Where are you?'

- 'Eddie! Eddie!'
- Mildred, Mildred!

- You're hurt!
- No, I'm alright.

- Where are the kids?
- They are safe.

- You're hurt.
- Where are the kids?

They're safe in a vacant lot.

The roof fell in.
The baby laughed!

He laughed? Ain't that
just like him?

- 'Oh, gee, my kid!'
- Oh, Eddie!

'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.

Here it comes again!

- Wait a minute, wait a minute!
- You'll get killed, come on!

Get out of here!

Kelly! Kelly, have you
seen Mary Blake?

I'm innocent, O Lord,
forgive me...

Oh, 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, you're alive!

'I thought I'd lost you!'

There, there, honey.
It's alright.

'You're not hurt, are you?'

There, there.
Don't cry, dear.

'Irene!'

- Irene!
- Hey, hey!

Give me a hand here, will you?

- Irene! Irene!
- Hey, give me a hand, will you?

'Irene..'

'Irene..'

'Irene!'

Irene!

Irene!

'No! No! No..'

'Irene!'

'Oh!'

'Oh, no!'

Hey, Chick! Chick, have
you seen Mary Blake?

I've, I've lost
my old lady, Blackie.

- Maybe she went home.
- No, I can't find her!

My house is in the street.

'Look out for live wires!'

Can you tell me where
they've taken the injured?

Couldn't tell you, partner.

- My house is on fire!
- Where is it?

Four blocks down
on Fulton Street.

No use, boss!

Sorry, brother,
the water main's broken.

'There's no water
to fight the fire.'

- Anybody here?
- 'Who is it?'

Is Mary Blake here?

She lived here, but we haven't..

Hasn't been back
since the quake.

We're getting everyone out of
here. The flame is picking up!

- Mommy, mommy, mommy!
- Oh, my son!

Oh, Jimmy..

Let's get out of here!

- 'We gotta go!'
- 'Please..'

'You'll all get
something to eat '

'at Sacramento
and Octavia Street.'

'You people will all
get something to eat'

'down at Sacramento
and Octavia Street.'

'Push it on, push
it on, push it on. '

I'm sorry, friend.

- Good luck to you.
- Thanks.

Why can't you do
something about saving

what's left of my building
instead of destroying it?

I can't help it, mister.
That's the way it's going to.

That's my building
you're going to dynamite!

I've worked half my life for it!

It can't be helped, sir,
we're doing

it to save other buildings.

We haven't any water.

It's the only way we
have of stopping the fire.

We're dynamiting all the way

'from here to Nob Hill. '

'Alright, 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.

You have to move on,
Mrs. Burley. We're dynamiting.

- Can't you wait a minute?
- No.

Oh, 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.

Goodbye.

Hey, you can't go through there!

Hurry up.

Fire!

- 'Come on, move on.'
- Mary! Mary, my darling!

Thank God! My prayers
have been answered!

'Oh, I've found you at last!'

- 'Hurry up there, will you?'
- 'Get a move on.'

Want a lift, brother?

No, thanks.
Where are you going?

Uh, Daly City to get
some milk for the kiddies.

Oh, if you see a red-headed
girl in a white dress

tell her Blackie's
looking for her, will you?

Glad to and God help you
to find her, brother.

Better stand back from
that wreckage, neighbor.

I'm looking for the priest
that used to be here.

I think he's doing rescue
work at the stable

down next to the car barns.

Oh, thanks, have you seen
anything of a girl in a white...

Sorry, I'm just coming
down from the Presidio.

Alright.

Oh, mama mia!

Oh, mama mia!

'Oh..'

'Hiya, Blackie.'

Hello, Mat.

The cops couldn't hold on to me.
I, I got away from them.

- Did you? That's great.
- Yeah.

Yeah, it took an
earthquake to... get me.

How are you making it?

Oh, I'll pull through.
I'll be alright.

- 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 alright.'

Don't leave him.

There you are.

'Now you're going to try to get
some sleep, aren't you?'

'Yes.'

With your eyes open?

That's right.

Hello, Blackie.

Thanks, Tim.

That map of yours needs
some attention, come on.

No, no, no, no. I'm alright.

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 gonna
to take you to Mary.

You..

- Is she alright?
- Yeah, she's alright.

'You folks will have
to be vaccinated. '

'It's for your own good.'

Joe, will you take these people

over to the hospital tent?

- 'Out! out!'
- 'Yes, mom.'

♪ My God to thee ♪

♪ Nearer ♪

♪ To thee ♪

♪ Nearer ♪

♪ My God to thee ♪

♪ Nearer ♪

♪ To thee ♪

♪ E'en 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.

I really mean it.

♪ That raiseth me ♪

♪ Still all ♪

♪ My song shall be ♪

♪ Nearer ♪

♪ My God ♪

♪ To thee ♪

♪ Nearer ♪

♪ My God to thee ♪♪

Fire's out!
The fire's out!

- The fire's out!
- The fire's out!

- The fire's out!
- The fire's out!

Come on, come on!

- The fire's out!
- The fire's out!

- The fire's out!
- Come on!

- The fire's out!
- Hurray!

We'll build a new San Francisco!

Hallelujah!

♪ My eyes have seen
the glory of the ♪

♪ Coming of the Lord ♪

♪ He has trampled
out the vintage ♪

♪ Where the grapes
of wrath are stored ♪

♪ He has loosed
the fateful lightening ♪

♪ Of his terrible swift sword ♪

♪ His truth is marching on ♪

♪ He has sounded
forth the trumpet ♪

♪ That shall never
call retreat ♪

♪ He is sifting out
the souls of men ♪

♪ Before his judgment seat ♪

♪ O be swift
my soul to answer ♪

♪ And 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 ♪

♪ Glory glory ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪