North to Alaska Page #3

lnstead ofjumping into the bay,

l'm going to jump into a gold mine.

And, mister, am l going to jump!

l mean, uh, Sam McCord, you really

want me to go to Alaska with you?

Just say the word.

Yes! Yes, yes, yes!

Come right this way, Mr Nordquist.

He's right in here.

Hey, Sam! Come up for air.

Lars Nordquist! You old coot! How are ya?

- l'm fine! How are you?

- Come on in, svenska.

Shame on you,

hangin' around a place like this.

Where else will l hang around when l'm

looking for my old friend Sam McCord?

- l heard that you hit gold in Alaska.

- Big!

Oh, l'm so happy for you!

l see that you hit pretty good

here in Seattle, too.

- Oh, this is... What was that name?

- Michelle Bonnet.

Angel's easier.

This is Lars, my old loggin' boss.

- A mean man with an axe.

- Hello, Mr Lars.

Well, shake hands with her.

Your wife ain't lookin'.

How is Lena? Still bouncin'

a rolling pin off your skull?

Oh, she's slowing down.

But she's crazy to see you again, Sam.

Crazy to feed you up again.

What are you doin' in Seattle?

The whole gang is here

for the loggers' picnic.

We heard that Sam McCord was in town.

Everybody starts hollering ''You can't have

a loggers' picnic without Sam McCord!''

- Come on!

- Well, uh...

Go on, Mr McCord. l'll give you my address

in case you want to see me again.

The name is Sam, and l'm tattooin' you

on my arm until we get to Alaska!

Now pick up your trousseau, Angel,

and let's go.

l don't know where to begin.

- Well, let's start here.

- l'll help.

Oh, it's such a lovely suit, Sam.

And it fits so perfectly.

Everything. The shoes, the hat...

l hope l look all right for the picnic.

- You look great for anyplace. Eh, Lars?

- Sure, sure.

What's the matter, Lars? You lost your laugh.

No.

Lena!

Lena!

You crazy, Sam!

That's my wife.

l bet you l know where Lars find you!

Some all-kind-of-crazy no-good place!

l told Lars ''You go find Sam,

but you don't fool around with any of

those fancy girls or l split your head open!''

''Soon as you come home, l...''

Who is that woman?

- Lars, l told...!

- Wait a minute, Lena. That's my friend.

- l brought her along.

- She's no friend l know!

Oh, stop that white-pack howl

and show some manners.

l want you to meet my friend Angel.

- Well, come on. She won't bite.

- Go on. See my Lena.

- This is my old friend Lena Nordquist.

- How do you do, Mrs Nordquist?

Well, come on, come on.

There's nothing to fear. She's half-human.

Well, it looks like a very nice picnic, and...

l'll just sit down on the grass,

if you don't mind.

- You ain't sitting on any grass around here!

- You don't have to say any more.

No, you don't have to.

- Where are you going, Angel?

- Where l belong.

You belong with me.

l thought we were invited to a picnic,

not an uprising of nutty wives - with war

paint - which l am not interested in attending.

So my friend and l bid you goodbye,

and are sorry that you find us unfit

to sit on your lousy grass!

- Lena! He's leaving!

- Sam!

- What?

- Sam, wait a minute.

You are a pig-headed no-good,

and you always were!

But you can't help it, just because no

decent woman look at you for two seconds.

But if you care for to stay at the party,

it's all right.

Her too!

Well, that invitation's kinda uncordial.

- l got the bad temper.

- Well, so have l.

How about you, Angel?

Well... l...

l'm kind of hungry, Sam.

We got lots to eat, right down there -

barbecued pork, if you like it.

- Oh, l love it!

- Right down there.

Thank you.

Hey! Where do you think

you're going, Mr Nordquist?

Well, what'll you have? A wing or a leg?

The apple!

Attention!

All the men in the log-rolling contest

please report to the committee now!

Are you going to take part

in any of the games?

lf they have a wife-strangling contest,

l mightjoin that.

All wives are the same. You know,

someone comes near their husband,

and off they go, like burglar alarms!

Well, what l can't stand is when

people look down on others

who aren't doing 'em any harm.

Oh, Sam. You cannot change the world.

And it's... it's so nice here,

and that's enough.

You're good medicine.

Thank you.

Refill?

Yes - but not too much, hm?

Be right back.

Angel!

Don't you remember me?

- l'm Ole, the logger.

- Oh, please go away.

- l was going to come up to see you tonight.

- No, l said please go away.

- Nobody's looking.

- l said go away!

No!

- l said go away!

- No!

Go away!

Ohhh...!

Let me go!

Brought you some coffee, too.

- Thank you.

- Sit down?

Yes.

Wasn't that man a friend of yours?

Sure. Still is - or will be,

when he sobers up.

- Well, why did you do it, then?

- Habit, l guess.

l guess a fella gets sore, and...

What's the matter? Haven't you ever

had a fella fight over you before?

Well, over me, yes, but... never for me.

Well, l...

- l guess l got sore, that's all.

- Why did you get sore?

Well, how do l know?

A fella gets sore, that's all!

- He works it off, that's all.

- Hey, Sam!

Sam! Sam, Jensson's so drunk that

he can't enter the pole-climbing contest.

- You got to help me.

- Yeah, he can't climb poles.

- l got a big bet on with Oscar.

- Me too!

- What do you want me to do about it?

- Climb pole! lf you don't help, l lose my shirt.

l haven't had spurs on

for who knows how long.

- lt'll be like yesterday since you climb pole!

- Or early this morning.

- You might still lose your shirt.

- l'll take a chance on you!

Sam McCord climbs for Nordquist!

- You ever seen a man climb a pole?

- No.

- Sam McCord climbs for Nordquist!

- Well, it looks like l'm hooked.

Sam, come on!

- Sam, you're not going to go up there?

- How do you think l used to make a living?

- He go up there like a squirrel!

- Ole?

Hey, you bummer, Beyerhauser!

Look out for my boy Sam here!

lt's a fine thing you done to an old friend.

You could have told me she was your girl,

and l'd go away like a gentleman.

l'm sorry, Ole. l apologise.

Now l'm gonna ask a favour

of you, like a gentleman.

- What do you want?

- l want you to take care of Angel.

See no one bothers her.

Give me your hand on it.

Ja, sure! l kick the stuffings out of anyone

who get fresh with Sam McCord's girl.

Now l don't have to worry about ya.

You got a chaperon.

This way, Miss Angel.

Ready...

set...

Go on! Sam, go!

Come on! Quick!

Quiet! Quiet, quiet!

The winner for Nordquist,

Sam McCord, in 58 seconds!

Beer for everybody!

We drink to Sam McCord, the winner

of the pole-climbing contest!

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

You've drunk to me four times already!

Well, make it five!

Let's drink to one of

the finest ladies in Seattle:

Lena Nordquist!

Thank you, thank you!

And now let's drink to another fine lady.

- Angel.

- You betcha!

Everybody drink

to another fine lady - Angel!

- Well, thank you, gentlemen. Thank you.

- And a big drink to Sam McCord!

Hold your horses! Hold your horses!

l am still drinking to the other one!

To you, Angel.

Well... thank you, Lena.

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