San Francisco Page #3
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- 1936
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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...
- Authority.
- To do it.
Sure, and there's nobody else
crazy enough to fight...
lxnay, shut up.
- Yeah, and maybe I'm not, either.
- Hello, Father, good morning.
- Hello.
Why, certainly. It's dynamite.
Supervisor Norton.
Why, it'll get the joint
a million dollars' worth of publicity.
- Well, what do you say?
- Where you gonna get the dough from?
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.
Well, Blackie, what about it?
- Come over to the bar. Let's have a drink.
- All right.
Can you imagine what that chesty
Nob Hill guy is going to say...
...since there won't be any competition.
- Mr. Norton, I tell you what.
The next boy my Maria give to me,
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?
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.
- 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 best
- Ain't she singing kind of slow, Blackie?
- Yeah.
Hope you ain't gone and signed her up.
Why? So you can grab her 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 to...
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
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