Barbary Coast Page #9

I'll do it. I got to do it.

That's what I want.

Come here. Pick him up.

- What for?

- Pick him up.

Throw him on that boat.

I want him on that boat!

There are lots of people in this town

trying to give me orders, but you ain't.

- Do what I told you.

- Thank you, Louis. Be careful.

He'll make it.

We'll have him on his feet

before he lands in New York.

- The tide's changing, sir.

- Folks, you'd better be saying goodbye.

We are sailing.

Goodbye, son.

Goodbye.

You left something outside the window.

I gave it all to the Captain.

There was five bags.

Can you imagine. I must have missed this one.

Goodbye, son.

Mary.

Yes, Jim.

We made it.

Be quiet, darling. Don't talk.

Nothing can ever come between us anymore.

No.

Go to sleep, darling.

Lay aloft. Unfold the topsails.

We'll take good care of him, miss.

Come on.

- Thank you, Louis.

- You did thank me.

Thank you again, and I'll always thank you.

You'll never regret it, I swear it.

So that's the way a woman looks

when she's in love.

Hurry, Louis, don't stop.

And that's the way she cries

when she loves somebody.

- Hurry, please.

- Wait a minute.

You're going to love me now.

- You're going to look like that for me.

- Yes. I'm going to keep my word.

You're never going to regret it.

I'm never going to regret it

because I'm never going to see you again.

I don't take presents off spittoon cleaners.

I don't take presents off anybody.

I give 'em.

I've got things to do here

without tying myself up to somebody...

...who's going to cry for somebody else

all the time.

What's the matter? You understand English?

Go on back to him now.

Chamalis, we want you.

All right.

What are you standing there for? Say goodbye?

All right.

Is that the way a gentleman does it?

Come on.

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