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Come on, get up.

I'm not going to move from this spot

till you're out of the building.

All right, kid. So long, mug.

- Goodbye.

- That guy packs an awful wallop, don't he?

Yeah.

Is he gone?

- Look at the parade.

- Hello, Blackie.

- Hello, Mat.

- Hello, boys.

Blackie, would you like to...

Yeah, thanks.

Someone just showed me to a seat.

- Mat, get me my robe, will you?

- Okay.

Blackie, we've looked you up

to complain about that fire...

last night on Dupont Street.

Complain? Why, I thought it was perfect.

What do you boys want

in the way of a fire?

Listen, you talk better at the meeting,

sitting down.

Hey, listen, Blackie.

Jim Sullivan's kids got trapped

in that fire last night.

- They had to jump for it.

- Yeah, I know. I saw them.

They pulled it off like circus performers.

Mr. Norton, you ain't got no kids.

I got plenty kids.

Luigi, Pedro, Maria and little Tony...

and maybe one or two more

when I get home.

Well, don't go home.

Well, look, boys, put me down for $100

for Jim and the kids, and tell them...

That isn't what we came for, Blackie.

We want you to let us run you

for Supervisor.

- What?

- That's right, Blackie.

The only way to get some decent

fire regulations on the Coast...

is to force them

through the Board of Supervisors.

And you're the only man on the Coast

with the...

- Authority.

- To do it.

Sure, and there's nobody else

crazy enough to fight...

lxnay, shut up.

- Yeah, and maybe I'm not, either.

- I think it's a great idea.

- Hello, Father, good morning.

- Hello.

Why, certainly. It's dynamite.

Supervisor Norton.

Why, it'll get the joint

a million dollars' worth of publicity.

- Well, what do you say?

- Where you gonna get the dough from?

We'll back you, Blackie.

- That's right.

- Up to the limit.

- Father Mullin, you speak to him.

- You like a fight, Blackie. Go on.

- Have you all gone crazy?

- I can't do anything with him.

I've been trying for 20 years.

Maybe you fellas can.

- So long. Good luck.

- Bye, Tim.

Well, Blackie, what about it?

- Come over to the bar. Let's have a drink.

- All right.

Can you imagine what that chesty

Nob Hill guy is going to say...

...since there won't be any competition.

- Mr. Norton, I tell you what.

The next boy my Maria give to me,

I name him Blackie after you.

Oh, name the next half-dozen after him.

You think it won't be a battle?

Say, he'll have all of Nob Hill

floating around him like bees.

No, I think you fellas have all gone crazy.

- Oh, Mr. Norton.

- Yes? What is it?

May I have that job?

- Well, didn't I say so?

- Yes.

Well, how many times

do you want me to say it?

Come on around here. Come on.

- What will you have, boys?

- Make mine a little whiskey.

- Whiskey.

- Whiskey. That's good.

Open your Golden Gate

You let no stranger wait

Outside your door

- Hiya, gentlemen.

- What'll you have to drink, Mat?

San Francisco

Some chloroform.

- Water for me.

- Water?

Here's looking at you, Blackie.

Gentlemen, thank you.

Other places only make me

Love you best

- Ain't she singing kind of slow, Blackie?

- Yeah.

Hope you ain't gone and signed her up.

Why? So you can grab her off

for your joint?

Wait a minute. What do you think

I'm running here, a funeral parlor?

But, Blackie, with a voice like hers,

it ain't so easy to...

Go on, go on. Get out.

Give it this.

Put something into it. Heat it up.

- That's what it's about, San Francisco.

- Oh, but I can't sing like that, Mr. Norton.

Well, that's the way you're going to sing...

or you're not going to sing it for Blackie.

Hey, Mat.

- Go tell Babe to dig up a contract.

- A contract?

Yeah. I'd better sign that girl up

before I change my mind.

Change your mind? Well, you've lost it.

I'd like to see Burley's face

when he hears about it.

Open your Golden Gate

You let no stranger wait

Outside your door

Well, here's to Supervisor Norton.

Here is your wandering one

Saying, "I'll wander no more"

Other places only make me love you best

Tell me you're the heart

Of all the golden West

San Francisco

Welcome me home again

I'm coming home to go

Roaming

No

San Francisco

Open your Golden Gate

You let no stranger wait

Outside your door

San Francisco

Here is your wandering one

Saying, "I'll wander no more"

- Good evening, Mr. Burley.

- Good evening.

Show Mr. Burley

and Signor Baldini to a box.

Yeah, sure. I was just going to.

All right, just a minute.

Blackie Norton around?

- Yeah.

- Tell him I'd like to see him.

Come with me. I'll take you right to him.

- Boss, couple of gentlemen to see you.

- All right.

- Hello, Blackie.

- Oh, hello, Burley.

Mr. Norton, Signor Baldini.

- How do you do?

- Very pleased to meet you.

- Gentlemen, what'll you have to drink?

- Maestro, my name is Hansen.

I played under your direction one night

in Dresden.

- Really?

- Yes.

- I haven't been in Dresden in 20 years.

- Yes, that was the night.

- I'm happy, very happy, to see you again.

- Thank you.

Me, I'm nothing, but, Maestro,

we have down here a voice...

a voice that would delight your soul,

Maestro. A voice that would...

Professor, how about

going on with the show?

Yes. Yes. Excuse me, Mr. Norton.

Maestro, this voice,

if you could only hear it...

is something good.

If you could hear it as I have heard it...

Professor!

We're trying to give a show tonight.

Yes. Yes. Excuse me, Mr. Norton.

Maestro, this voice,

I would like to have you hear it.

- Well, how about it?

- Yes. Yes. I'm going. I'm going.

- I guess you know why I'm down here.

- No.

I heard this afternoon

you're going to run for supervisor.

Yeah, that's right.

- I wouldn't do it if I were you, Norton.

- Why not?

I don't think you'll like it.

I'll love it.

Well, now,

have you ever stopped to consider...

Just a minute, Burley.

- Waiter.

- Yes, sir?

Tell Babe to go backstage

and see what's the matter.

Yes, sir.

Something seems to have gone wrong

with the...

Jack. Jack, that girl got a voice.

- Yes.

- She had some training, too.

Say, boss, you gonna let that crazy dame

boss the show around?

Pipe down.

- Listen, Blackie...

- Beat it! Beat it!

Okay.

Then let music ring

While three voices sing

Pleasure is mine

Echoes repeating, measures retreating

Song of a heart light and free

Not a thought, not a care

With a heart debonair

I am free as the sea

Like the lark who at dawn

Bid the darkness be gone

So I sing merrily

With a laugh and a dance

My design to entrance

For I know not what will be

And the things that I bring

And the words that I sing

Is the song of a heart

That's free

- Bravo. Bravo.

- Brava. Brava.

- How long has that girl been down here?

- Just started.

- What's her name?

- Mary Blake.

What did I tell you, Maestro?

Was I wrong?

- Or was I...

- Will you get back to that piano?

Yes. I'm going.

And I don't care if you fire me.

At least I've had the opportunity

to help a great...

Well, who said I was firing you?

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