Barbary Coast Page #8

- We ain't got much.

What do you mean?

You tell him, Swan.

- What happened?

- We lost.

- What table?

- Mine.

How much?

Bill counted it out.

A little over $40,000.

- Who ran the wheel?

- I did.

Go on, boys, you've got your orders.

I'll be along. You stay here.

Who was he, Swan?

A Mr. Carmichael.

Who's that?

One of your employees.

The fellow with all them fancy words.

So that's him?

That's the fellow you traded me in for.

Where is he, Swan?

- Gone.

- Gone?

Listen.

I'm going out and bring your little friend

back to see you again.

I'm bringing him back

so that you can listen to his pretty poetry.

Lock her in and keep her waiting

till I come back with her sweetheart.

You heard what he said.

- Mr. Chamalis is looking for you, sir.

- I was told.

I don't think this is

quite the place for you to hide.

I'm not hiding.

- Then what do you want?

- I don't know.

Don't you understand?

They're outside that door.

He's looking for you to kill you!

He's out there.

He's going to kill you.

Why should he want to do that?

Because he's mad. Crazy mad.

Because he's laboring under the delusion

that I'm in love with you.

Are you?

You must be mad, too.

I'm much worse than that, I'm stupid.

Love is the only thing I've thought of

or read about since I was knee-high.

That's what I've always dreamed of,

meeting somebody and falling in love.

When that thing happened, I was going

to recite poetry to her for hours...

...about how her heart's an angel's wing...

...her hair the strings of a heavenly harp.

Instead I got drunk,

and hollered at her and called her a harpy.

I'm pretty stupid.

I love you.

Why are doing this to me?

Why did you come back to hurt me,

make me cry?

Please go. Thank you.

Thank you for being

what I thought you were, nice.

- You're coming back with me.

- No.

I love you.

That's why I can't come.

If you just wanted Swan,

it would be different.

But you want somebody

that doesn't exist anymore.

I stole your money. I gave it back to you,

and that pleased you, that's all it is.

It pleased you.

I wasn't as bad as you thought.

You must go.

They're looking for you. They'll kill you!

You're wasting a lot of time talking

because you're coming with me.

No.

You're dreaming of something that isn't me.

- You'd look at me some day and...

- I'm looking at you now.

I'm no good, do you hear?

Don't make me say it again.

Too much has happened to me.

It happened to Swan, not you. Listen.

There's something inside of people

that can't be touched.

They can stand in mud up to their necks,

but that thing inside stays bright, shining.

- I want to believe you.

- You must believe me because it's true.

Loving wipes out everything else.

All this never existed. You'll see.

Are you sure? No. Don't tell me.

Even if you aren't sure,

even if it isn't true...

Take me with you.

Stay where you are! Keep quiet

and nobody's going to get hurt.

Where's Chamalis?

Here he is, found him by the inlet.

Come here!

- Where'd that windbag go?

- I ain't got no conception...

- He was seen with you.

- I was tryin' to collect some money.

What did he say?

When I was grapplin' with him...

...I slipped in the mud and he on top of me

like 20 wildcats clawin'...

The Vigilantes came in looking for you!

They're bustin' the place!

- Where's Swan?

- She got away.

I seen her running through the fog

with somebody.

I took the other window. Listen, boss...

Shut up! She went with that fellow?

She'll try coming around to the boat.

But she's too smart to come down this way.

But, Boss. Listen...

Shut up! She'll probably try

rowing around to the off side.

We'll get some boats.

You stay here and watch the wharf.

- What about them?

- Stay here.

Come on, we'll get some boats.

- Right where Old Atrocity said it would be.

- Bless his heart.

Hurry, darling.

You just sit there and steer.

Say port or starboard and I'll obey.

Do you still love me?

Ask me that when I'm an old woman

with gray hair.

I'll tell you I haven't

begun to love you yet.

I'll have to wear this dress

for three months.

- You'll get tired of it.

- We'll put it in a museum.

There's a good one in Hoboken.

- I thought I heard something.

- No, that was me, flying through the air.

Head straight for the big boat.

Row carefully, darling.

He'll figure out where we're going

and come after us.

- Are you happy?

- Yes.

But I wish I had some other dress on.

I must look so foolish.

It would take me from here to China

and back to tell you how you look...

I heard something.

That's a bird hunting for fish.

We've turned the wrong way.

Starboard, Mr. Carmichael, darling.

It's hard rowing when you're so emotional.

Darling, where's your money?

Lordy, I forgot.

I left it right outside your window.

That's the most idiotic thing I've ever done.

- $30,000.

- $40,000, darling.

- Do you mind?

- I don't mind anything.

Same here.

I'm rowing out of the Golden West with...

I heard something.

Someone's rowing over there. Listen.

Keep pulling, you weasel.

- Chamalis.

- Don't mind.

I don't.

I take it back about not liking the fog.

I'm very fond of fog.

So am I.

They're moving in the same direction.

Darling, the fog is thinning.

- Is it?

- A little. Here comes the moon.

This is one poet that hates the moon.

There they are, boss.

Pull to the left. Pull hard.

They've heard us. They're coming this way.

Don't, you fool, you'll hit her.

Get down!

I'll never forgive that moon.

Are you all right?

I'm very frightened, but otherwise...

Can you row any faster?

I'll try.

- Jim, I love you.

- I adore you.

Whatever happens...

- What is it?

- A little accident.

We can't make it, Jim.

Jump over, you can swim.

Get down.

You hit him. Keep pulling.

- Do you see them?

- No.

Here, darling.

I'm not much help, I...

That's all right, but hurry, come, darling.

- Mary.

- Darling, they're coming.

They landed somewhere around here.

- Can you see them?

- Keep quiet.

Mary, you go on.

Quiet, everybody. Listen.

You thought you'd get away?

- The moon was on your side.

- Wait.

Get out of the way.

I'm going to put him out of his misery.

Before you shoot, listen to me!

You wanted me to love you. You held me

in your arms and asked me to love you.

Do you still want it?

If you do, I will. I'll love you.

Don't kill him. Let him go.

Let him go and I'll love you

the way you've always wanted me to.

I'll forget him, I swear I will.

He's never even touched me.

He's never even kissed me.

Let him go?

- He's never touched you?

- No.

On account of him, you'll feel for me

like I've always wanted you to?

- On account of him?

- Not just on account of him...

...but if you do this, you'll be a fine man.

You'll be the kind of a man

that a woman could love.

- How do I know that you'll do that?

- Because I give you my word.

Not Swan's word but the word of someone

you haven't known yet.

Somebody you'll like much better than Swan.

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