San Francisco Page #10

and God help you to find her, brother.

Better stand back

from that wreckage, neighbor.

I'm looking for the priest

that used to be here.

I think he's doing rescue work

at the stable down next to the car barns.

Thanks. Have you seen anything of a girl...

Sorry. I've just come down

from the Presidio.

All right.

Hiya, Blackie.

Hello, Mat.

The cops couldn't hold on to me.

I got away from them.

Did you? That's great.

Yeah. It took an earthquake to get me.

How are you making it?

I'll pull through. I'll be all right.

Sure. Sure you will.

Hey, Blackie...

I hear that Mary went on for you

at the Chicken's Ball.

I was wrong about her. She's a great kid.

She's all right.

Don't leave him.

There you are.

Now you're going to try to get some sleep,

aren't you?

- Yes.

- With your eyes open?

That's right.

Hello, Blackie.

Thanks, Tim.

That map of yours needs some attention.

Come on.

No, no, no. I'm all right.

You haven't found Mary yet, have you?

No.

Well, you can't want her for The Paradise,

Blackie. That's gone.

I wasn't thinking of The Paradise, Tim.

Wait a minute.

Come on, mug.

I'm going to take you to Mary.

You... Is she all right?

Yeah, she's all right.

You folks will have to be vaccinated.

It's for your own good.

Joe, will you take these people

over to the hospital tent?

Stiller my

song would be

Nearer

my God

to Thee

Nearer

my God

to Thee

Nearer

to Thee

Tim...

I want to thank God.

What do I say?

Just say what's in your heart, Blackie.

Thanks, God. Thanks.

I really mean it.

Fire's out! The fire's out!

The fire's out!

- The fire's out!

- The fire's out!

Come on, come on!

- The fire's out. The fire's out.

- Come on, come on! The fire's out.

We'll build a new San Francisco!

Hallelujah!

Of the coming of the Lord

He has trampled out the vintage

Where the Grapes of Wrath are stored

He has loosed the fateful lightning

Of his terrible, swift sword

His truth is marching on

He has sounded forth the trumpet

That shall never call retreat

He is sifting out the souls of men

Before his judgment-seat

O, be swift, my soul, to answer

And be jubilant, my feet

Our God is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

His truth is marching on

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory

Hallelujah

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