North to Alaska Page #5

Jenny there as fast as you can.

- Something wrong?

- There's been claim-jumpin' and cross-filin'.

Him and Billy are sittin' up there

with loaded guns.

- That bad?

- There's been killings, too.

l was cross-filed myself last week.

They took my poke, including everything.

George gave me ajob,

and l got a coupla wagons

to help you haul that stuff off to the mine.

Here are the invoices. Wait till they beach

the equipment. l gotta go back to the hotel.

l'm your man.

Bags are just inside the door, lady.

- You got $4 change comin', mister.

- Forget it.

You can't get a room. We're all filled up.

- Hello, Mr McCord.

- l'd like a room and a bath for the lady.

l'm sorry, we're all full up.

Everything's gone.

Everything? Well, where else could l

get her a room with a little privacy?

You might try Phil's livery stable.

They turned it into a hotel.

A livery stable? l'll talk to Bish.

He's the owner of the joint.

Bish? Everett Bishop?

- Over here, Sam.

- Bish, l want...

What kind of an outfit is this

for a proprietor?

l'm not the proprietor any more.

One queen did it. One lousy queen.

- You lost the hotel?

- Sam, l had two aces back to back,

and this guy had one queen showing,

and it was the last draw.

Now, l ask you,

would you bet a hotel or not?

One queen? Who pulled that third queen?

- One lousy queen.

- l'll paint you a skinny one.

l don't want a skinny one, but l don't want

one with a rear end like a bass drum!

- All right, l'll paint a pancake!

- You couldn't paint...

Sam! Welcome to the Royal Palace Hotel.

l'm rejuvenating the place.

Art. l'm introducing art to Alaska.

Along with dealing off the bottom?

Sam, we're both rich men.

Why do we have to quarrel?

lf you and the lady would like a room...

l'm out. The room is for Miss Bonnet.

A room and a bath for herself alone.

l'm sure l have just what you wish.

l'd like to use this opportunity to

wipe out all our past disappointments.

As a friend of yours, she is a guest

of the house. l'll take care of your luggage.

Boggs? Boggs!

That guy annoys me.

Have you ever seen him before?

Why do you ask?

- You don't know him, eh?

- No.

- Well, watch out for him.

- Why?

Don't let him try to sell you anything.

- l'll keep my money in my shoe.

- Well, it's for your own good.

A crook like that's bad news for everybody.

Thank you. l appreciate your concern.

Well, l... got to get out to the mine.

You will come and say goodbye

before you leave?

l'll try. No hard feelings?

No. Just something that didn't work out.

Too loony, as you say.

Well...

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Gold is where you find it

ln the creeks or rivers

Let's all get behind it

And ossify our livers!

Next time l catch you mooching drinks,

you're fired. Now, come on.

Take the lady's bags up to my suite.

Miss Bonnet?

- Can l, uh, open the window for ya, or...

- Mr Boggs?

''Miss Bonnet''? Oh, that's wonderful!

Angel, it's been a long time.

Oh, you're onto something big.

Come on, tell Frankie all about it.

lf you kept a diary, Frankie,

which l'm sure you wouldn't dare,

you'd read where it says that

you have no right to ask me anything.

Oh, now, wait a minute, Angel.

We've both got a lot to overlook.

- You walked out on me.

- l didn't walk. l ran.

- No explanation...

- Not even a wedding ring.

l got fed up, Frankie. Fed up with being used.

- Did you have to get rough?

- You helped me to learn how, remember?

Look, why the bellyachin'?

lt didn't hurt you any.

You're twice as beautiful

as you were in New Orleans.

You've turned out to be a real Venus.

Don't l deserve a little credit?

Oh, honey, it hit me real big

when l saw you - right here.

lt brought back everything.

Those happy days and... nights.

We're gonna start all over again,

on a grand scale.

Oh, so you're all hooked up, eh?

- With Sam McCord.

- Keep out of it, Frankie.

Don't worry, Angel. l'm on your side.

lt's hunky-dory with me if you waltz off

with his gold mine. l'm no interference.

l've my own interests. Sam McCord is yours,

and the rest of the world is mine. Fair split?

All l'm asking for is

a little old-fashioned friendliness.

lt's all gone, Frankie.

Dead, like if it was never born.

Oh... You're straight.

- l've told you.

- l never would have imagined it.

You're in love with this big bum McCord.

Look, let me give you

a little friendly advice, huh?

lt's no good. Don't change.

You know what love does to a dame?

Takes all the zing out of her.

And that's respectability. That's the end.

l'm asking you sincerely, be yourself.

Don't wind up a Mother Hubbard, with

a bunch of kids hollering in your ear!

This respectability, it's not good for you.

- Get out of my way.

- No need to leave. l'm goin'.

Keep the room.

But l'm a patient man, and what's more,

l have a lot of faith in you. Think it over.

lf you ever need a little... friendliness,

just call for Frankie.

What's still out there?

A donkey engine, some pumps,

and the rest of the pipe.

Me and the big wagon

won't follow you out for another day.

l don't give a damn.

Just get it out to the mine.

And don't hang around town

and get drunk.

- Drunk? You know l never drink on the job!

- You can always start!

What's got into you since we landed?

You've been as ornery

as a bear with a skinned behind!

Well, l'm sorry, Breezy.

See you out at the mine.

Yah!

Get away! l told you,

get away from me or l'll scream!

All l want to do is get out of here!

And don't you lay a hand on me either, huh?

You! What do l owe for that room?

That ''private suite''.

Everybody knocking on my door.

What do they think l am?

A part of the hotel service? No!

Here! And take my name off your register!

- But l don't understand.

- Don't stop me! l'm getting out of here!

- That tinhorn Frankie?

- The hotel is full of Frankies.

Well, l read her wrong.

A gold mine.

- Now where's that livery stable?

- Are you crazy?

- You can't sleep with horses.

- And don't be insulting!

l'm sorry. Forgive me, but l'm so upset.

- l'll sleep on the beach. l'll sleep anywhere.

- You can't. You'll catch cold.

l don't care.

l should have listened to you and

stayed on the boat. l was a fool, l guess.

Fine time to admit it,

after the boat has sailed!

l don't know what's the matter with me.

l never cried like that before.

l'll tell you what's the matter with you.

You're a... a hoodoo!

That's what you are, a hoodoo!

Get in the wagon.

Move over and quit bawling!

- Where are you taking me?

- To the mine.

- But what about the boat?

- l'll get you back in plenty of time.

Yah!

l could have been sittin' in his pants today

if l only had a brain in my head.

Yes, sir, Mr Canon. l built that shack up

where him and George Pratt's gold mine is.

lf l had drank less whiskey

and more water from that stream,

l'd probably have all that gold for myself.

- Boggsy, you lived in that cabin?

- Yeah.

- Did you stake a claim?

- No, l just ran a trap line.

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