The Adventures of Bullwhip Griffin
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- 1967
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Bullwhip, Bullwhip
Bullwhip Griffin
Let villains and ruffians beware
His path never swerved
and justice was served
When Bullwhip Griffin was there
[chirping]
[Galloping]
[Bell rings]
Speaking of
Californias legendary heroes
Whose praises have been
novelized and sung
Its time that we acclaim
A certain gentleman whose name
was once upon the tip of every tongue
Back in the gold rush days
in wicked San Francisco
He cut a figure dignified and prim
Although extremely frail
and physically doomed to fail
He had purity of heart
in back of him
Now, to begin our story
we must go to Boston
The scene
wherein our hero is employed
A home of quality
bespeaks of aristocracy
And comfort
that is soon to be destroyed
Here is a family friend
arriving in his carriage
His person we will presently portray
Attention, first, is due
the man in the doorway
Who will be a legend one day
Bullwhip, Bullwhip
[Pemberton] Good day, Griffin.
- Miss Arabella is expecting you, sir.
- Thank you.
I'll take your coat, sir.
Mr. Pemberton. So nice to see you.
Hello, my dear. Thank you.
You're looking very beautiful, as usual.
Thank you.
Griffin, are the others ready?
They're all in the library except
Master Jack. I'll bring him.
- He should be there, shouldn't he?
- By all means.
- Isn't it pleasant to have snow again?
- Very much...
Roll it about.
[Knock on door]
[Griffin] Master Jack?
Hey, Griffin. Come on in.
Pour off the water.
Try some soap and water in there
sometime if you really want results.
Soap? You don't need soap.
This is how you pan gold.
Pan gold?
It tells in there.
How to swirl it about...
...gradually pour off the water...
...until you get down to the nuggets.
Oh. Oh. Of course. Well...
[Griffin] "Bullwhip Brannigan.
Or a son of the mother lode."
Bullwhip took Tom Wingay with him
to the gold fields.
Tom was just my age and he wrestled
with a grizzly bear. Bullwhip did.
The bear got loose and ran away,
Mmm. Well, it would be nice,
Master Jack,
acquainted with the classics
rather than wasting your time
upon such trivia.
Trivia? What do you mean, trivia?
It's educational.
How?
I bet you can't show me
in any of those books
where it tells how to pan gold,
or how to wrestle with a grizzly bear.
Hmm. Quite true. They do, however,
give an amazing insight
into the rather peculiar behavior
of growing boys.
Shall we be going?
The lawyer is waiting.
[Lawyer] "I, Alonzo J. Flagg,
being of sound mind,
to be my last will and testament.
And I bequeath to my coachman,
Harry Silwell... Silway..."
Sidwell, sir. Harry Sidwell.
Oh. [clears throat]
"Harry Sidwell,
fifty thousand dollars."
- [Gasps]
- Would you say that again, sir?
Fifty thousand dollars.
"To my cook
and breakfast table confidante,
Miss Abigail Gucken... kick?"
Abigail Guckennick.
Oh. Miss Abigail Guckennick.
"I bequeath $90,000."
Ninety thousand!?
"To my housekeeper of many years,
guardian of my health
and custodian of my morality,
Miss Irene Chesney,
I bequeath $100,000."
Oh... What an angel he was.
"To my butler, Eric Griffin,
who at a young age
promises to surpass his father
and his father's father
in the proper way at the proper time,
I bequeath $500,000,
in profound confidence that he will not
so much as arch an eyebrow
when he learns of this bequest."
Half a million dollars?
What a kind, saintly man he was.
[Lawyer] "All the remainder of my estate
plus, specifically,
the family residence in Boston,
together with all of its furniture
and furnishings,
I bequeath to my two grandchildren,
my sole surviving heirs,
Arabella and Jack Flagg."
The document is duly signed,
and is quite legal, I assure you.
There never was a finer person born
than the old gentleman.
Rest his good soul.
[Sidwell] Amen to that!
So much for the will.
Now for the facts.
During the later years of his life,
on borrowed time...
...but on borrowed money.
You mean, he died broke?
Dead broke.
[Sobbing]
Ornery old coot.
Probably thought it was funny.
[Sobbing]
Even the mortgage
on this house was past due,
long past due.
However, the bank has promised
not to foreclose for 90 days.
[Lawyer] I'm sorry, my dear.
[Sobbing] Think of poor Miss Arabella.
Not even a home to live in.
And a little brother to look out after.
And she's got no training.
Never had to go out and face the world.
What's she going to do?
Excuse me, miss.
[Laughs]
I'm sorry, Griffin. I know I shouldn't
be laughing, but I can't help it.
But, miss, this is a serious matter.
Don't you see?
Even writing out his will,
he had to have his own little joke.
Well, if that is what one considers it.
Well, Grandpa used to say
people are 98 percent water.
If you don't stir them up
once in a while, they stagnate.
The disturbing thing is, miss,
that he has left you and Master Jack
without any financial security.
Unprotected.
Well, I think that's what he wanted
most of all.
For us to be free
to make our own lives.
But Master Jack is only 12 years old.
Grandpa was only 11
when he ran off to sea.
What about you, miss?
It's different for a young lady.
I'm not afraid, Griffin.
There's a lot of Grandpa in me.
I'll think of something to do.
Lf, uh...
If there's anything you want...
- Griffin?
- Hmm?
What will you do? Get a job
somewhere else as a butler?
I suppose so, miss. I really had not
given the matter much thought.
Do you remember
through the window
and said you wouldn't ever
be a butler when you grew up.
I remember, miss.
But I had rather hoped
that others had forgotten.
How could I forget that, Griffin?
You're the only boy I knew in Boston
who ever broke a window deliberately.
Thank you, miss.
And now, if, uh,
you will excuse me, I shall, uh...
...prepare the dinner menu.
[Sighs]
I don't know, Grandpa. I guess some
people just can't be stirred up, huh?
Miss Arabella! It's Master Jack.
Quickly. Where's Miss Arabella?
Miss Chesney! Now, really!
- I was just in Master Jack's room.
- What is it?
Master Jack. He's gone.
"Dear Arabella. I have set out
to seek my fortune
so you will not
have to take care of me.
When I am rich, I will come back
and take care of you.
Would you please
feed my goldfish? Jack."
- Goldfish, indeed.
- [Sobs]
No, not now, Miss Chesney. Go tell
Harry to get the carriage ready.
We have to find him and
bring him back before it's too late.
Look. I'm afraid he has succumbed
to the California gold fever.
[Arabella] Oh, no,
what are we going to do?
I think I know where I can find him.
With your permission,
I shall stop him
before he gets too far.
Yes, yes, Griffin. Please do.
Oh, uh, yes, miss.
Uh, right away, miss.
I have it, gentlemen. A ticket.
Gather round, gentlemen, up here.
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