North to Alaska Page #2

Christmas wrappings.

- You sure love that gal, don't ya?

- Yeah, l do.

More than... more than even you.

- Come on, mister!

- See you in a month.

l sure fooled you fellas, didn't l?

- Yeah.

- Am l gonna make a big splash in Seattle!

You're gonna make a big splash right here!

No!

Traitor! Everybody's trying

to save me from everything!

That'll cool him off!

Thank you, Sam! You should have

waited till you were further out!

Oh, you fool kid! What do l have to do,

put a chain around your neck?

Well, it ain't fair. l'll be an old man

before l learn the facts of life.

Sam McCord never did a crooked thing

in his life, and don't you forget it!

Hey, mister.

Mister?

Mister! What did that man

say about Sam McCord?

- Why? Have you got something to say too?

- Take it easy.

- l'm Sam's friend. l'm his partner.

- You are?

Well, what do you know!

This is a small world, isn't it?

My name's Frankie Canon.

Where is Sam? l heard he was in town.

- l've been looking all over for him.

- Sam's just left on a boat to Seattle.

My name's George Pratt.

This is my kid brother, Billy.

This is an unexpected pleasure,

bumping into Sam's partner.

l'm going to have some grub.

Why don't you join me?

- Mighty friendly of you.

- l'm a greenhorn in this town.

l was kind of counting on Sam to help me...

Well, you just follow me, Mr Canon.

This is my lucky day. Come on.

Are you, uh, sure this is 799 Perry Avenue?

Oh, yes, sir. This is 799.

Good old George.

Bragged about everything...

except that she was a duchess.

- Yes?

- Miss Jenny Lamont live here, mister?

Deliver all packages in the rear.

Tradesmen's entrance.

l'm no tradesman.

Tell Jenny l'm here from Alaska

with tokens from George Pratt.

- You are George Pratt?

- No, l'm his partner, Sam McCord.

Follow me, please.

Where are you takin' me?

Jenny? A gentleman to see you.

Me? l do not know this man.

- What does he want?

- The name is Sam McCord,

and l'm here as a representative

of George Pratt.

- Oh, him.

- You'll be happy to hear he's in fine health,

and l'm here to fetch you

back to Alaska for the wedding.

- The wedding?

- Yes.

l'm sorry, it is impossible. The engagement

with Monsieur George Pratt is long over.

Aw, Jenny, l've got a letter here

that'll explain everything.

Least it ought to.

lt took him two weeks to write it.

- What are all those packages for?

- Those are the presents for the bride.

And that's not all of 'em.

These are just the doodads.

The important ones

are piled back in the hotel.

But it is over. l am married.

This is my husband.

- Married?

- Show him the ring, my love.

Well, that stupid lunkhead George.

Pinin' away for three years for you.

He never laid a finger on anybody,

just holdin' himself for her.

A million dollars?

ls this true about the strike?

- A million dollars?

- Sure. But a lot of good it'll do him,

sittin' on a pile of gold,

moanin' for his two-timing fiance.

Um, a million dollars - you're sure?

- A mill...

- Yes.

Women!

l never met one yet

that was half as reliable as a horse.

- Please, sir, this way out. The back door.

- l never use it.

Another thing about Alaska - the polar bear.

He can go for six months

without any attentions.

No!

But after six months,

a polar bear gets a little nervous,

and starts clawin' up

his fellow animals to death.

Ohhh!

Now, it's the same way with a gold miner.

Reinforcements! That's what we like.

Hey, Lil! Keep 'em comin'!

Sit down, missy.

l still have one unoccupied knee.

You have a real snooty look, missy.

And l don't like dames

that have snooty looks.

l met one female today

who broke my partner's heart,

and you are not helping me to forget it.

l'm sorry your heart is broken.

But we are all good doctors, aren't we, girls?

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.

Just say the word.

- What word?

- Just a little old ''yes'',

- and it's all yours.

- You're fooling me.

l was never more serious in my life.

l'm saving a human being,

the best pal a fella ever had.

Nobody has ever given me

anything as nice as this before.

When l heard that accent,

l said ''That's for George.''

A Frenchie broke his heart,

a Frenchie can fix it.

l'm going to tell you a secret.

l don't know, l'm shaking from head to foot.

Because it finally happened.

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