Barbary Coast Page #5

Buzzard meat. That's what she is. Gimme that.

- Which one, sir?

- The one she's got her paws on.

- Go on, take it. It's mine. I bought it.

- Sorry, miss, this belongs to Mr. Chamalis.

I'm buying that, too. It's mine, put it back.

- What?

- You heard what I said.

I don't approve of your behavior.

- You don't?

- No, sir.

It's my behavior,

and it's good enough in this town.

I'll show you some real behavior.

I'm buying this and that.

I'm buying all this, understand?

It's mine. I don't want anyone touching it.

I'm buying everything.

Do you want the fish, too?

No. Throw the fish to the Mayor's wife.

She looks hungry.

Make your plays, gentlemen.

22, even, black. You lose, sir.

I've never seen anything like it.

The black's come up six times in a row.

The red's bound to come up soon.

Sawbuck McTavish is me name

and I'm the luckiest man in the world.

I'm sure you are, sir.

Make your plays, gentlemen.

- Make your play, sir.

- Place them on the red, Sandy.

Go slow, Sawbuck.

We worked for that for a whole year.

I'm tired of bendin' over,

liftin' gold out of the ground.

I wanna pick up off the table,

standing up, let 'er go.

- How much is that?

- Weigh it when the gentleman wins.

- How about bettin' just half, Sawbuck?

- The play is made.

- All of it, sir?

- All of it, miss.

- You're daft, man.

- Daft, am I? Who found Bonanza Creek?

I'm the luckiest man in the world.

I never lose.

11, black.

- Sawbuck.

- Pull in your whiskers, Sandy.

- I want to talk to you.

- I don't want to hear no scolding.

- It isn't that, it's...

- Lost to the prettiest blue eyes I ever seen.

- Make your bet, sir, or get out.

- You were nicer to me a little while ago.

You'd better skedaddle,

while you've still got your shirt.

Sawbuck McTavish

never skedaddled from a lady yet.

Come on, let's go somewhere and celebrate.

You're drunk, sir.

I wasn't too drunk for gamblin'

and I'm no too drunk for love.

He asked for it, gentlemen.

I guess he didn't read the sign.

Go on, pick him up and take him out.

Go on, take him out.

You've no heard the last of this.

Make your plays, gentlemen.

See what he's up to.

Wait a minute, partner, where you going?

I saw the way she ran that wheel.

- How?

- Crooked!

And I'm going to tell the whole town.

I'm gonna tell 'em all.

There's your man, Sheriff.

- No Chinamen allowed in here.

- He's with us. Go ahead.

Knuckles, I'm sorry...

- What's on your mind?

- Nothing serious, Louis, I...

We'll do the talking, Sheriff.

Sandy Ferguson was murdered last night.

- Shot in the back.

- You know murder is a pretty big word.

Never mind, Joe.

All right, he was murdered. What about it?

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