San Francisco Page #9

Why don't you go over

and curl that dude's mustache...

- and I'll kiss the lady with a bottle?

- Forget it, doll.

Thanks just the same.

You're a sweetheart if there ever was one.

- You know, didn't I give you this one?

- Yeah. You were just a kid.

Yeah, that's right.

Go get him, Swanee

- Where you going, Blackie?

- Over to my place.

Well, I got to pack up a few things.

I may be taking a little trip.

- I'll go help you.

- No, no, no.

You stay here and see the show.

You come over later and tell me who won.

- Blackie, they say you'll go up for a year!

- No, no. I can handle it.

But I'm worried about the others.

Gee, Blackie.

You're kind to all that you love.

Ladies and gentlemen...

the last entry of the evening

was supposed to have been...

from Mr. Blackie Norton's Paradise.

But, as it is now 4:30,

and the performers have failed to arrive...

why, we'll close the show without them.

Mr. Duane.

I'm representing The Paradise

for Mr. Norton.

Mary, I forbid you to go up there.

- Dave.

- Yeah?

- Know where Blackie Norton lives?

- Sure.

- Well, go get him.

- You bet.

Ladies and gentlemen,

representing The Paradise Cafe...

Miss Mary Blake.

Play San Francisco.

It only takes a tiny corner of

This great big world

To make the place we love

My home upon the hill

I find I love you still

I've been away, but now I'm back

To tell you

San Francisco

Open your Golden Gate

You let no stranger wait

Who's a-knockin', who's a-knockin'

Outside of your door

San Francisco

Here comes your wandering one

And I'm saying, and I'm saying

That I'm gonna wander no more

Other places, other places

Only make me love you best

Tell me, tell me

You're the heart of the golden West

The golden West

San Francisco

Welcome me home again

I'm coming home to go a-roamin'

No more

Come on, everybody!

Join in the chorus with me!

San Francisco

Welcome me home again

Come on! Everybody sing!

Sing, everybody!

Other places only make me love you best

Tell me, tell me

You're the heart of the West

San Francisco

Welcome me home again

I'm coming home to go roamin'no more

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

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 roamin'

No more

No, kid. Wait here.

Ladies and gentlemen...

you are the jury

who shall judge these criminals...

and by your applause shall ye know them,

beginning at this end!

Ladies and gentlemen, the appearance

of Miss Blake for The Paradise...

was as much of a surprise to me

as it is to you...

but, however,

I congratulate you upon your choice...

and present the award to Miss Blake...

for Mr. Blackie Norton

with my congratulations.

Wait a minute.

There's been a mistake here, Mr. Duane.

I never told this woman

she could appear for me.

You got me all wrong, sister.

I don't need this kind of dough.

- Shall I take you home, dear?

- Thank you.

Everybody stew! All right, Professor,

give a little music there.

What was that?

Mary!

Blackie! Blackie!

Blackie! Blackie!

You can't go in there! You're crazy!

- Ethel, come back!

- You let me alone!

Jim! Jim!

Jim!

Hey, you better get out of here

before this place falls...

Jim! Jim! Where are you, Jim?

Jim! Jim!

Jim, where are you? Jim!

Jim, where are you? Jim!

Mr. Norton.

Mr. Norton.

There. Thanks a lot. Gee.

- That was a whopper, huh?

- Yeah. You think you can walk all right?

- Yeah, I can make it.

- You know if Mary Blake got out all right?

I didn't see her.

Well, we certainly don't do things

halfway in San Francisco, do we?

Yeah, that's right.

- Eddie! Eddie!

- Mildred! Mildred!

- You're hurt!

- No, I'm all right. Where are the kids?

- They're safe. You're hurt.

- Where are the kids?

They're safe in a vacant lot.

The roof fell in. The baby laughed.

He laughed? Ain't that just like him?

Oh, gee. My kid.

Mr. Norton. Mr. Norton!

Please. We're pinned under.

Please.

Connie's still alive.

I can hear her breathing.

Hey, hey, give me a hand here, will you?

Come on. They're caught in here.

Here it comes again!

- Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

- You'll get killed. Come on!

Get out of here!

- Kelly. Kelly, have you seen Mary Blake?

- I'm innocent, O Lord...

Stop that drivel!

Have you seen Mary Blake?

Leave me alone!

Have you seen Mary Blake?

Or Jack Burley?

I saw Mr. Burley.

He's over there.

I thought I'd lost you!

There, there, honey. It's all right.

You're not hurt, are you?

There, there. Don't cry, dear.

Irene!

- Irene!

- Give me a hand here, will you?

- Irene!

- Give me a hand, will you?

Irene!

Irene! Irene.

Irene.

No. No.

Irene!

Oh!

Oh, no.

Hey, Chick.

Chick, have you seen Mary Blake?

- I've lost my old lady, Blackie.

- Maybe she went home.

No, I can't find her.

My house is in the street.

Look out for live wires!

Can you tell me

where they've taken the injured?

Couldn't tell you, partner.

- My house is on fire!

- Where is it?

Four blocks down on Fulton Street!

- No use, boss.

- Sorry, brother. The water main's broken.

There's no water to fight the fire.

- Anybody here?

- Who is it?

Is Mary Blake here?

She lived here,

but hasn't been back since the quake.

We're getting everyone out of here.

The flames are picking up.

Mommy. Mommy.

Jimmy, I love you.

Let's get out of here.

You'll all get something to eat

at Sacramento and Octavia Street.

You people will all get something to eat

down at Sacramento and Octavia Street.

Push on, push on. Get it out, get it out.

- I'm sorry, friend. Good luck to you.

- Thanks.

Why can't you do something

about saving what's left of my building...

- instead of destroying it?

- I can't help it, mister.

That's the way it's going.

That's my building

you're going to dynamite.

- I've worked half my life for it.

- It can't be helped, sir.

We're doing it to save other buildings.

We haven't any water. It's the only way

we have of stopping the fire.

We're dynamiting all the way

from here to Nob Hill.

- All right, let her go.

- Fire!

Mrs. Burley?

- Mrs. Burley, have you seen Mary Blake?

- She was with my son.

He's dead, isn't he?

Well, it's God's will.

You have to move on, Mrs. Burley.

We're dynamiting.

- Can't you wait a minute?

- Oh, it doesn't matter.

- Are the wires all set?

- All set.

Everybody clear!

All ready.

Fire!

My son was born there.

Never mind, Blackie Norton.

It's God's help we both need now.

Goodbye.

Hey. You can't go through there.

Hurry up.

Fire!

Mary. Mary, my darling!

Thank God!

My prayers have been answered.

I've found you at last.

Want a lift, brother?

- No thanks. Where are you going?

- Daly City to get some milk for the kiddies.

If you see a red-headed girl

in a white dress...

tell her Blackie's looking for her, will you?

Glad to,

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