North to Alaska Page #4

Not my heart. George Pratt's heart.

Broken right down the middle

by a fickle dame in a lace cap.

Let me be your doctor.

Forgive the mistake. l should have seen

that you're not the kind of man

that would let a woman break his heart.

You're too tall and too strong.

- That accent. Where did you get it?

- l'm sorry you don't like the way l speak.

l didn't say l didn't admire your speaking.

l was just askin', is it put-on or natural?

- But it's natural. l'm French.

- Yes, she is French.

Pipe down. l'm tryin' to think.

Real French, eh? Not one of them

phoney ooh-la-las we get up in Nome?

l'll give you 50 bucks for a straight answer.

Girls, he's all yours. Good night, monsieur.

''Monsieur''! That does it. l buy.

- Hey, hold on. Where are you going?

- Let go.

- You have enough admirers to...

- Moody, too. George'll like that.

- He hasn't got any sense.

- Let me go. You're hurting me...

l wanna talk business.

Well, good night, ladies, and here you are.

For being such nice girls and

showing your legs and good dispositions.

March 'em out, lrving.

And, lrving, tell the management

l'm through shopping for the night.

Well, you've got a lot

of drinking to catch up on.

French. The real thing, just like you.

- Well, l'm savin' a life, that's all l know.

- Maybe, but you don't make any sense at all.

Which is all right, because if you're too drunk

to talk, we'll find something else to do.

- That's perfect. You even sound like a wife.

- l do not consider that a compliment.

l'm on your side, lady.

lt's my only politics: anti-wife.

Any woman who devotes herself

to making one man miserable

instead of a lot of men happy

don't get my vote.

Sit down.

Thank you.

- What's your name?

- l'm called Angel.

- Sounds dangerous. What else?

- Michelle. Michelle Bonnet.

- And you?

- Sam McCord.

Sam McCord, l drink to you.

Because l can always tell when l like a man.

First, by my fingers. They get warm.

Feel.

Second, when he is willing to act

like a gentleman for a few minutes.

You know, when l was leaving before,

l was only pretending.

l was going to come back, and try again.

Look, uh... l've got a proposition

to make you.

- Naturally.

- Have you ever been to Alaska?

No! Too cold for my type.

l'm from New Orleans,

where it's always warm.

- You're about the right size.

- Oh. You have second sight, l see.

Try this on.

Here?

Don't you think

there is too many distractions?

- But if you wish...

- Oh, l meantjust try it for size.

Mr McCord, you're wasting your time.

- l'm selling, not buying.

- ''Buying''?

How would you like to have

all of this stuff free, no charge?

And half a gold mine to go with it.

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