Barbary Coast Page #4

about what I told you last night?

Let me see. It was something about...

...marriage, wasn't it?

No, that wasn't me.

Have you something better to offer?

Let's you and me understand each other.

You ain't stayin' in San Francisco

to go into society, are you?

You're staying here for gold.

And you didn't bring a pick

and shovel with you, either.

You seem to have everything all figured out.

You're quite right. I'm staying for gold.

Then, you'll be glad to hear

that you've found it.

- I take it that you're a journey's end.

- Yeah.

That's me. Say, now look here.

You had a lot of the boys last night laying

bags of gold at them little feet of yours.

Them bags of gold is mine.

Only I don't have to dig

and sweat to get them.

I see. They shovel it out of the ground...

...and they hand it to you across the table

with the wheel on it.

You're high-falutin',

but you're smart, ain't you?

Yes, I'm smart.

You got a pretty way of holdin' your head.

What's your proposition, Mr. Chamalis?

All right. You work at the table, see?

You're worth a lot to me as an attraction.

They'll come swarming in here

like flies around a pot of honey.

How would you like to get part of

all the gold that's dug up around here?

Suppose I lose?

You lose only when you wanna

and you win when you wanna.

That's the kind of a little wheel it is.

Is that the wheel Dan Morgan played?

The very same one.

Head feel better?

Very much better, thank you.

Then it's a bargain?

Yes.

Good.

Like a swan, ain't it?

That's what you're like.

Soft and slick.

A swan.

One thing more, Mr. Chamalis.

I suggest you get used to knocking on doors.

All right, Swan.

San Francisco is getting

to be more like a city.

I've been in cities where they chased me

off the streets like a mad dog.

Shut up, before I start doing

some more chasing.

Looks like they'll have to build

a couple of more stores here pretty soon.

- Do you like this, Swan?

- It's very nice, sir.

It'd look right pretty on you.

I don't like that.

She can be the orneriest critter!

Shut up. I like her when she talks like that.

If it ain't the Mayor

of this thriving metropolis.

- Louis!

- Good morning, Mr. Mayor.

I want you to meet a friend of mine.

Miss Rutledge.

I'm sorry, sir, but I'm with my wife.

Come, my dear.

Why, the ungrateful coyote.

The two-faced hyena.

I made him mayor of this town

and I'll stop him being mayor!

- I wouldn't do that.

- Why I...

- I wouldn't do that!

- But he insulted me!

No, he didn't.

He just insulted me, that's all.

- I don't like that either!

- You'll get used to it and so will I.

- Now, then...

- I have one gown...

I'll show him and that horse-face

he calls his wife.

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