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Oh, them golden slippers, oh them golden slippers,

golden slippers I'm gonna wear, cause they look

so neat, my, oh my, them golden slippers,

oh them golden slippers, golden slippers I'm gonna

wear, to walk on the golden street.

Oh, my golden slippers are laid away, ain't

gonna wear them till the wedding day.

Fancy coat that I love so well, wears

so early in the morning.

And your golden slippers, oh, so clean, and

your age must be just sweet sixteen.

White kid gloves, have to wear, when you

get up so early in the morning.

Oh, them golden slippers, oh them golden slippers,

golden slippers I'm gonna wear, gotta walk on,

gonna walk on the golden street.

Oh, San Francisco, open your golden gate, let

no stranger wait outside your door.

San Francisco, welcome me home again, I'm coming

home to go rumblin' no more.

This is San Francisco.

These, our times.

San Francisco, with its Golden Gate Park, its

Knob Hill, its Chinatown, its world famous Golden

Gate Bridge.

And here, on the corner of Geary and

Market Streets, is the famous fountain given to

the city by Lotta Crabtree in the long

ago.

Lotta was called the Golden Girl.

She was the most famous actress of her

time.

The war between the North and the South

had begun, and there were many hardships.

But little Lotta had talent and courage, and

she sang and danced her way into the

hearts of old California, and then the rest

of the nation.

It all began in the little town of

Rabbit Creek, just a few miles from San

Francisco.

Oh, them golden slippers, oh, them golden slippers,

the golden slippers I'm gonna wear, gotta walk

on, gotta walk on the golden street.

Shoo fly, don't bother me, shoo fly, don't

bother me, shoo fly, don't bother me, go

away and let me be!

Oh, them golden slippers, oh, them golden slippers,

the golden slippers I'm gonna wear, gonna walk

on the golden street.

Oh, them golden slippers, oh, them golden slippers,

golden slippers, that's why I wear them, walk

the golden street.

Come on, Papa!

Oh, them golden slippers, oh, them golden slippers,

golden slippers, that's why I wear them, walk

the golden street.

Crabtree!

Hello.

What do you mean hopping around like kangaroos

when I've got bread raising?

Oh, just look at that dough, flat as

a pancake.

Well, I've got to be leaving.

Yeah, me too.

What do you mean, you too?

Well, I've got to be getting at it.

Getting at what?

Whatever's to be got at.

Why do you pin me down?

Pin you down?

I've been trying to pin you down for

20 years, and look where it's got me.

Always joking.

Oh, not so fast, young lady.

I'm sorry, Mama, but I've got to be

going to school.

You dance that dough flat, you can jolly

well dance it up again.

Here, let me just put this on.

I don't know how.

Well, then it's time you learned.

Instead of wasting your time on them dance

steps, it's time you learned a few useful

things.

Well, dancing can be useful.

Look at Lola Montez.

Lola Montez?

I thought I forbid you to mention that

creature's name.

Oh, but she's coming to Rabbit Creek.

She'll be here today.

Oh, Mama, can I skip school so as

I can go and see her come into

town?

She's due at noon.

Oh, Mama, I've just got to see her.

Just let me catch you skipping school, and

for such a reason, why, if that notorious

female crossed my path, I'd hide my eyes

for fear I'd be struck blind by the

evil wickedness of her, and I'd expect a

daughter of mine to do the same.

Now, get busy on that dough.

How do I do it?

Just dance in the dough with your hands

instead of your feet.

Oh, them golden slippers.

Oh, them golden slippers.

The golden slippers I'm going to wear.

When she gets opposite here, I'm going to

turn my back.

You are?

Why?

Is she really that terrible?

Lotta, what are you going to do?

I'm going to look right at her.

If it blinds me.

But Lola Montez is a wicked woman, isn't

she?

The wickedest in the world.

I'm going to be just like her.

Lotta, wicked like Montez?

Oh, no, talented like Montez.

I'm going to be an actress, a dancer.

But you can't be an actress without being

wicked.

Well, then I'll be wicked.

You wouldn't know how.

Well, I could learn, couldn't I?

Oh, there she is!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Ah, my dear sweet peoples.

How can I thank you?

Come tomorrow night to the last chance saloon.

And Lola will thank you the only way

she know how.

Hey!

Hey!

By dancing for you.

Did you see her?

She smiled at me.

She smiled at me.

Oh, golly, this was worth playing hooky for.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Now, wait till the carriage gets in front

of the saloon to understand why.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Lola Montez, welcome to the humble city of

Rabbit Creek.

The fame of your beauty has spread round

the world.

And now that I've seen you, there's nothing

left to live for.

Look out, he's going to shoot himself.

Goodbye, world.

I've seen everything worth seeing.

One last look, Miss Montez.

My friend, if you must shoot yourself, please

be quick about it.

You're holding up my carriage.

Don't kill yourself, man.

You can see Miss Montez again.

Tomorrow night at the last chance saloon.

Give me that.

No, no.

Let me die.

Come on, let's go.

Why did you stop me?

I've nothing to live for.

Relax, Marti.

Act's over.

Come with me and have a drink.

It'll brace you up.

I don't drink.

Shut up, you fool.

We've got to get you into that saloon

and out of that beard.

And grab it.

It's slipping.

Fine.

Get in there.

Get in.

This is the place, folks.

The last chance saloon.

Tomorrow night, the one and only Lola Montez.

In person.

Mart!

Mart, you missed the excitement when the man

just tried to shoot himself over Lola Montez.

Is that so?

I wonder if anyone will ever shoot himself

over me.

I don't think so, Lada.

You're not the type.

You got freckles.

Is that so?

Well, I bet under all of that powder

and paint, Montez has got freckles too.

Hey, wait a minute.

What are you doing out of school?

Oh, it's a holiday in honor of Lola

Montez.

You mean to tell me your teacher declared

a holiday?

Oh, certainly not.

I declared it myself.

Oh, you're playing hooky.

And why not?

This is a great occasion.

But you wouldn't understand.

You're not romantic.

You wouldn't shoot yourself over a beautiful woman.

Look, you want me to shoot myself?

I really don't care what you do.

Oh, I suppose you think I couldn't, huh?

Well, I got a gun right here and

I can...

Mart!

Was that you?

Yeah, it was.

Why, Mart, I guess I've misjudged you.

You are romantic.

It was Sam's idea.

Sort of stunt to advertise the show.

I might have known.

Well, anyway, it worked.

Look, the whole town's talking.

And wait till the whole town's talking about

how you fooled them.

Oh, now, wait a minute.

You mustn't tell anyone.

Oh, I won't.

Oh, on condition.

Yeah?

You got to fix it so that I

can see Lola Montez dance.

But you're not allowed inside a saloon.

I am, too.

What's the lady's entrance for?

But you're not a lady.

Mart Taylor!

I mean, you're just a little girl.

I'm 16 going on 17.

And girls my age are getting married every

day.

And boys my age, too.

You want to get married, Lada?

Don't change the subject.

Oh.

I want to see Lola Montez dance.

And you're singing in the show.

And I could kind of stand in the

wings with you.

Yeah, but supposing your mother found out.

Oh, surely you're not afraid of Mama.

Oh, now, that's a silly question.

Of course I'm afraid of her.

Well, you better try being afraid of me

for a change.

Now that I've seen you, Lola Montez, there's

nothing left to live for.

Goodbye, world.

Oh, and here comes Mrs. Probe, the biggest

gossip in town.

Oh, Mrs. Probe!

Oh, you know that young man who tried

to shoot him?

Lada, Lada, I'll do it.

I'll do it.

I don't know how, but I'll do it

somehow.

That's better.

Good morning, Marge.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Crabtree.

I guess you're all ready for the big

show tonight, eh?

Oh, I guess so.

How's Miss Montez to work for?

She's kind of odd.

What do you mean, odd?

Well, I sang her the two songs I

learned for the show, and she liked them

fine.

Especially the one I'm supposed to sing to

her.

That sounds all right.

Yeah, but she cut it out.

Later on, she cut the other one down

to a chorus to be sung offstage.

Well, at least you'll be heard.

Yeah, but at the last minute, she decided

maybe I better not sing at all.

Maybe just play the guitar.

I didn't know you played the guitar.

I don't.

That's why I say she's odd.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Morning.

Good morning, Cornelius.

You're up early this morning.

Oh, you know the old saying, early to

rise and late to bed.

Yeah, it makes a man healthy, wealthy, and

dead.

What do you all got up for, Cornelius?

Today is a day when the mercenary mistress

of this establishment collects her little stipend for

my luxurious bachelor days in the attic.

Yeah, and as usual, you'll be locked out.

Precisely, precisely.

And without access to my very extensive wardrobe,

which I have spent a lifetime to acquire.

But I do not intend to suffer that

inconvenience this time.

I know why I am practically standing in

the middle of my trunk right now.

You better make yourself scarce before my old

lady sees you.

An excellent suggestion, my friend, which I shall

act upon at once.

I'll see you at the last chance, Crabtree.

Today, I am starting early on my research.

Hey, what does he mean, research?

Well, you see, Cornelius and I are working

on a little proposition.

Hey, might interest you, Mart.

Sorry, I can't afford it.

Who mentioned money?

Well, you mentioned Cornelius, that's the same thing.

Well, we are taking in a few partners.

That's what I figured.

Listen, son.

A hundred dollar investment will make you rich.

Then you can tell people like Miss Montez

where to go.

She's going to Australia.

Well, that's close.

Anyway, I thought you weren't supposed to gamble.

Remember Mrs. Crabtree's orders.

Look, this ain't gambling.

This is more like an investment.

Crabtree!

Yes, dear?

I don't want the paying boarders pestered about

putting money into your schemes.

Oh, that's all right.

I'm used to Mr. Crabtree.

He won't get any money out of me.

I'm tight as a tick.

Oh, don't brag about it.

You leave Mart alone.

You're a fine example for any young man,

I must say.

Lazy, good for nothing, irresponsible.

My darling, you forgot shiftless.

None of your sarcasm, Crabtree.

Every time I go to shave, Mary Ann

yells at me.

I'd do better if I was shaving with

a broken bottle.

And furthermore, Crabtree.

See what I mean?

You can tell your friend Cornelius that I've

locked his room and hidden his clothes.

And he can get them back if and

when he pays his bill.

Oh, Miss Crabtree.

Yes?

Where's Lotta?

Is she up yet?

Up yet?

She's been out of bed since the crack

of dawn and off to the big rocks.

Oh, my gosh, Mrs. Crabtree.

You didn't let her go up to the

mountains alone.

It ain't safe.

Oh, she's got her two dogs with her

and they wouldn't let any harm come to

Lotta.

Crabtree?

Fooled you that time.

Get that shaving over with and get the

wood box filled.

Yes, dear.

Oh, please, please, no more applause.

Carlotta is exhausted.

But because you have been such a wonderful

audience, she will sing for you one more

song.

What shall it be?

Why in the gay time of sunshine and

day time Do I wish the day to

depart?

Why is the night time forever the right

time For love to steal into my heart?

There's romance in every night Underneath the light

of the bright California moon Even lonesome

pines seem to kiss the clinging vines Neath

the bright California moon Send

the love I'm seeking And we'll share the

rare delight In the magic of the night

Neath the bright California moon

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh,

ooh, ooh,

ooh And

we'll share the rare delight In the magic

of the night Neath the bright California

moon Quiet,

Wolf!

Quiet, Timber!

Will they bite?

Come one step nearer and you will find

out.

They are one part wolf and one part

coyote.

And one word from me and they will

tear you to pieces.

Well, that might be worth it.

Be closer to this lovely vision with a

lovely voice.

My name's Tom Richmond, ma'am.

At your service.

My first engagement in Glass Valley and already

a gentleman at the stage door.

Are you an actress?

Why, of course.

What did you think I was?

Well, among these majestic rocks and in that

gossamer gown, I fancied you were the spirit

of the mountainside.

Or a fairy princess, perhaps.

Golly!

Oh, I mean, um...

How prettily you put it, sir.

I'm really quite flattered.

Well, I'll meet.

Why, thank you.

So you're just an actress, not a princess.

Disappointed?

Not at all.

I'm delighted.

I wouldn't know how to talk to a

princess.

Well, you do very well.

Are you appearing in Grass Valley?

Oh, dear me, no.

This dear sweet village couldn't afford Carlotta.

That's my name.

Carlotta, Carlotta.

Well, they do well to afford the lesser

stars like Lola Montez.

She's appearing at the last chance saloon right

now.

Yes, I know.

I saw Miss Montez once in Alabama several

years ago.

That's where I'm from, Alabama.

My father forbid me to go, but I

snuck off anyway.

When I got to my seat in the

theater, who do you think was sitting next

to me?

Your father.

That's right.

How'd you guess?

Well, maybe sometime I'll appear in Alabama, and

you and your father will come to see

me.

Well, I hope so.

But it don't count on waiting, though, then.

That is, with your permission, ma'am.

Oh, I'm not a man, Mr. Richmond.

I'm a miss.

I beg your pardon.

It's merely a word of respect and admiration.

In Alabama, that is.

If you're walking towards the village, I'd be

proud to walk you home, ma'am.

Oh, no.

Well, you see, I'm going in that direction.

I'm stopping at the Crabtree Boarding House.

Well, then I'd be proud to call for

you there and take you out to whatever

there is in Rabbit Creek to take you

out to.

Oh, would you really?

I mean, I'm simply dying to see that

dear, sweet Lola Montez.

But ladies just aren't allowed in the last

chat saloon unescorted.

Well, that is, ladies who want to remain

ladies.

Well, I'd be happy to take you.

Well, I wouldn't want you calling for me

at the boarding house.

I'll tell you, I'll meet you at an

appropriate spot.

Let's see.

There's a wishing well underneath the pepper tree

near the mission.

I'll meet you there at nine o'clock.

Nine o'clock it is.

Now I must go.

Goodbye, Mr. Richard.

Da-da-dum, ba-ba-bum.

Bum, ba-ba-ba-bum.

Da-da-dum, bum-bum-bum.

Bum-bum, ba-ba-ba-bum.

Six o'clock, even.

What do you think?

It's a little early to tell, Crabtree.

These matters can't be hurried.

A roulette wheel is liable to have to

turn a thousand times before an indefinite trend

develops.

Yeah, but are you certain the scheme of

yours is going to work?

Certain?

Of course I'm certain.

I've told you a thousand times that back

in Ohio I was a wheelwright.

A wheel is a wheel, my friend, whether

it's on a roulette table or a wagon.

Sooner or later it gets lopsided and the

same number starts coming up.

So, all we have to do is to

be present and find out which number before

the manhood does.

And presto, we're rich.

Yeah, but is it honest?

Honest.

When you say that word, smile, partner.

Twenty-six, black.

Twenty-six.

You see?

It's repeating.

Yeah, like Australian rich.

You know, I brought Mary Ann and Lotta

all the way out from New York, promising

them all kinds of big things.

And all she has is that boarding house.

A lot of hard work.

She works so hard sometimes it just makes

me tired just watching her.

Mama, you should have let me do the

dishes tonight.

You go on to bed.

You're all worn out.

It's cheaper this way.

Saves breakage.

Mama, what was it like when you first

met Papa?

I'd rather not talk about it.

Oh, please do.

Was he young and handsome with wonderful manners?

Well, he was young and handsome.

Wore shoes.

I don't recall any manners whatsoever.

Well, didn't you know right off that he

was the man you wanted to marry?

I didn't know anything.

In fact, I think I was asleep or

out of my mind.

Didn't wake up until somebody hit me in

the face with a handful of rice.

I've been awake ever since, though.

Oh, Mama, I love you and Papa so

much.

Whatever's got into you.

You've been acting kind of feverish all day.

Feverish?

No.

Just alive.

So alive I'm afraid I'll wake up and

find it's all a dream.

My goodness me, that's quite a speech for

a child.

But I'm not a child anymore.

Tonight I feel as old and as wise

as the wind.

You could ask me questions the Sphinx couldn't

answer, but I would answer them.

Well, then answer me this.

Where's your father?

Mother, you're old enough to understand one thing.

If you ever want to be happy, don't

marry a man who gambles or who expects

to get something in this world without working

for it.

I won't, Mama.

I promise.

Hi, Papa.

Hello, dear.

I'm sorry I missed supper.

I got to talking about the war.

Well, looks as though Mr. Lincoln has finally

won himself a battle.

Three-day battle at Gettysburg.

We were losing for a while, you know.

You know, the rebels almost took Washington.

Crabtree, you didn't come home to talk about

the war.

That I know.

Honey, get your father's supper out of the

oven.

I kept it warm for him.

Never mind, Lotta.

I had a bite in town.

With Cornelius, I suppose.

What's the Rabbit Creek tycoon using for money

now?

That's what I wanted to talk to you

about.

Lotta, run along like a good little girl.

I want to talk to your mother.

Oh, yes, Papa.

Good night, Mama.

It's almost night.

I mean, it's late.

It's bedtime.

Listen, Marianne.

Cornelius has a surefire scheme.

All he needs is a few hundred dollars

to put it across, I know.

Well, yes, but we've got to have it

tonight.

You and Cornelius, a fine pair.

For the poorhouse.

I'm tired.

I'm going to bed.

You coming?

Later.

It's no use.

She wouldn't even listen.

A woman never can see the forest for

the tree.

Here, here.

Here, take a look at it.

Take a look at those numbers.

Look at them.

The wheel is slipping.

And what are we doing about it?

Nothing.

A fortune sliding right through our fingers.

Well, what can we do?

You own this house, don't you?

Now, wait a minute.

I wouldn't touch that.

What if we lost it?

Bradtree?

You still down there?

Yes, Marianne.

Just attending to a few things.

What things?

Always pinning me down.

Just things, Marianne.

Just things.

Say, you know Simon.

He's had his eye on this boarding house

for some time.

Why, he'd loan you money in a minute.

Marianne, I'm going for a little walk.

A walk?

A walk to where?

See what I mean.

Just a walk, God darn it.

Just a common, ordinary, everyday walk.

Yeah!

I'll help you, Miss Montez.

Never touch my money!

It's a good thing I didn't try to

pick any up with my teeth.

Never touch my money!

Never!

Never!

Never!

Shall we go?

I think maybe we'd better.

What are you doing here?

Oh, hello, Mr. Taylor.

Don't you Mr. Taylor me.

Who let you in?

I brought the young lady.

Do you have any objections?

You bet I have.

She's got no business in a place like

this.

If her mother ever found out...

I've never been so humiliated in my whole

life.

Humiliated?

What do you think I am?

Suppose when your teacher found out...

I resent your attitude toward Miss Carlyle.

Miss who?

Oh, I suppose she's been telling you she's

an actress.

She's always pulling that one.

She is an actress, Mr. Taylor.

Believe me.

This is entirely my fault.

She wanted to see Miss Montez dance and

I wanted to bring her.

There's been no harm done.

She's only 16, Mr. Whoever-You-Are.

Richmond.

Tom Richmond from Alabama.

For your information, sir, down our way a

girl 16 is going on being an old

maid.

Come on, Lot, I'll take you home.

Mark Taylor, I'll never forgive you for this

as long as I live.

I hate you and I don't want to

go home.

Where do you want to go?

No place that you could take me.

If you wanted to see Miss Montez dance,

why didn't you come backstage like we planned?

I promised I'd let you hide in the

wings.

Mr. Richmond arranged for me to see the

show like a lady.

And then you came along and spoiled it

all.

You're not a lady just because you're wearing

your mother's wedding dress.

Does Mrs. Crabtree know you're in there?

Of course not.

She thinks I'm in bed.

Then that's just where you ought to be,

Miss Carlisle.

Go ahead and make fun of me.

At least there was someone who thought of

me as a woman.

If only for a few hours.

Gee, I could think of you as a

woman, too, but...

I was kind of saving that for later.

Are you the provider around here, sir?

That's me.

How do you operate your table?

Are you a professional gambler?

I am.

Where's your feather?

I have it.

Pick your own table and play your own

game.

The house is cut as a straight $20

a night.

Fair enough.

In advance.

26 even.

What did I tell you?

What are you doing?

I'm cashing in.

Push down.

Look.

Fair enough.

Why, this is science.

Look, science or good red herring.

Look, I'm getting out while the getting's good.

Hey, old partner, we've only just begun.

Enough is enough.

Now, there's plenty here to pay off the

loan...

and give us both a sizable stake.

Look, you can do what you please with

your share.

For once, I'm going home to Mary Ann

with money.

Crabtree, you're a fool.

I tell you, Crabtree, you're quitting in the

face of fortune.

What's $1,000 if we can double it,

triple it?

Why, you could buy Mary Ann a dozen

boarding houses.

A half a dozen, anyway.

You could settle out of back east to

school.

I'm only thinking of you, Crabtree.

We'll be back later.

I hate to bother you with such a

small amount.

Now, be quiet so we don't wake up

Mama.

Give me a match and I'll light the

lamp.

If Mama ever found out where I'd been

tonight...

she'd give me one of her famous time

-lashings for sure.

Oh, Mama's old-fashioned, and she lives in

the past.

After all, this is 1863.

It certainly is.

It is also 12 o'clock.

I know what time it is, Mart.

You needn't remind...

Where have you been, young lady?

And in that shameful get-up.

Shameful?

Why, this is your wedding dress, Mama.

Yes, but when I wore it, there was

a yoke up to here.

Oh, I threw that away.

What's the meaning of this, Mart?

I thought I could trust you.

I might have known that working in that

saloon...

you'd pick up some ideas.

You libertine, you snake in the grass, you

despoiler of youth.

Who, me?

Oh, don't be silly, Mama.

Mart just brought me home.

And the only thing he despoiled was my

evening.

I rescued her from the clutches of a

very suspicious-looking stranger.

He wasn't anything of the kind.

He was a gentleman from the South.

And he treated me like a grown-up

lady.

He took me to the last chance saloon.

You call that treating you like a lady?

I wanted to see Lola Montez, and I'm

glad I did.

Mama, they threw gold at her.

Why, she must get hundreds of dollars every

time she performs.

And she didn't do a thing that I

can't do.

I could have them throwing gold at me.

It's no trick being an actress.

I proved that this afternoon.

Mr. Richmond never doubted it for a moment.

Oh, Mama, you've just got to let me

go on the stage.

What stage?

Any stage, any place where there are miners...

with sacks of gold and watches and gold

teeth.

Gold teeth?

Yes, Mama, they even threw their teeth at

Montez.

Lola, you are a...

let me feel your brow.

Oh, I'm all right, Mama.

I tell you, there's a fortune waiting for

us.

We could tour the mining camps to sort

of get used to the idea.

And Mark could sing and Sam would just

love to go along, I know.

Yeah, those miners are starved for entertainment.

Digging all day up to their knees in

cold mountain water.

Never see a female.

And you could play your guitar, Mama.

And we could put on a wonderful show

all our own.

Yeah.

I haven't played that guitar in ten years.

It ain't even got strings.

There in your bureau, Mama, a whole set.

But remember, you'll just be background for me.

I'm going to be the star of this

show.

We'll start in Quincy and see how they

like it.

And then we'll go ahead...

Now, wait a minute.

No, you listen, Mama.

You've been slaving in this boarding house for

years.

And what have you got to show for

it?

We've got a roof over our heads.

That is not enough.

It's enough for me, as long as there's

plenty to eat and a roof over our

heads.

Hi, Papa.

I had it all in my hands.

A thousand dollars.

Over and above the loan.

A thousand dollars.

All for you, Marianne.

Then all of a sudden, I saw two

thousand.

Then three thousand.

I could have dumped it out on the

table here.

I just wanted to see your face after

all these years.

Well, here's my face.

But what incarnation are you talking about?

I heard you when I...

when I came in.

A roof over our head.

We haven't got that roof, Marianne.

It now belongs to a Mr. Simon's.

A friend of Cornelius.

Says I wish...

You mean you lost the boarding house?

Oh, you didn't?

Oh, Papa, that's wonderful!

Don't mind her.

She's running a temperature.

Don't you see, Mama?

Now we'll have to do something.

We'll have to leave Rapid Creek.

We'll take Marge and Sam.

And Papa can dance.

At his age, I'd hate to think what

they can throw at him.

What's this all about?

I don't understand.

Papa, we're going into show business.

We'll take the mules.

And we'll fix up the wagon.

And the dogs.

They can dress up the parade just like

Montez.

Marge, you talk to Sam tomorrow morning.

And maybe he'll bring his boys along because

we'll need music.

Oh, golly, Papa.

You brought home more than a thousand dollars.

You brought home my future.

I've heard enough of this nonsense.

You can all stay down here and go

start staring mad.

I'm going to bed.

That's a good idea.

Because we've got a lot of stuff to

do.

Lotta, you take some quinine.

And Crabtree, you can sleep on the sofa.

I don't want you to come within ten

miles of me.

Mama.

They're in your top drawer, Mama.

What?

Your guitar strings.

Don't worry, Papa.

Everything's going to be all right.

I've failed you, baby.

Your mother was right.

I'm no good.

Shiftless and irresponsible.

And now this wild scheme of yours.

It's all my fault.

And when I think of you traipsing through

those mining...

Nonsense, Papa.

It'll be fun.

Listen.

I wonder what he'll think when he sees

me on a real stage.

I wonder if he'll think of me as

a grown-up lady again.

Who?

The gentleman I met today.

With such lovely manners.

He's from Alabama.

I wonder what he's doing out here.

Well, everybody comes to California.

Sooner or later.

Even gentlemen.

Mama's got a beautiful voice.

Yes, your mother's a fine woman, Lotta.

Strong.

Reliable.

She's going to take good care of you,

too.

I love you, too, Papa.

I wouldn't want to go without you.

I'm going up Downeyville way with Cornelius.

We're going to try the gold fields again.

Come on, little girl.

Listen, honey.

You do what your mother tells you, you

hear?

Always.

You're going to be fine.

Just fine.

Put up the top, boy!

Oh, boy!

Put the basket in the wagon and be

careful with it.

It's all we've got to eat.

Mama?

It's the only home we've ever had, baby.

My mother sent that furniture around the horn.

Oh, we'll have a fine home someday, Mama.

With the best furniture money can buy.

We'll have horsehair sofas and rosewood beds with

headboards seven feet high.

Sound like your father.

Do you think we'll ever see him again,

Mama?

Well, that depends, Lotta.

We're a failure in this crazy business.

Well, who knows?

If we make good, we'll be easy to

find.

Then we'll make good.

I'll see to that.

We're all loaded and ready to go.

Good morning, Mr. Richard.

Well, good morning.

Is this the Crabtree boarding house?

Yes.

Very lovely actress, name of Carlotta Carlisle, recommended

this place.

Since it was needing a place to stay,

I thought perhaps I could...

Well, you're about three days too late.

The boarding house is sold and we're taking

off for other parts.

I'm sorry, Mr. Richmond.

Lotta, who is this fella?

Tom Richmond, ma'am, from Alabama.

Certainly a fancy outfit you have there.

Looks like you're aiming to put on a

show.

Well, that's what we're aiming to do.

I told you I was an actress, Mr.

Richmond.

Didn't you believe me?

Well, I don't know.

I understood you were just a schoolgirl, Miss

Carlisle.

Oh, that.

Well, that was just one of my many

characterizations.

What is this, Carlisle?

My daughter's name is Crabtree.

Lotta Crabtree.

Oh, well, it's kind of a silly name.

You see, I...

Well, it's a good name, miss.

Real American.

You really think so?

Any name's a good name if you make

it famous enough.

I hope you make it real famous.

Why, thank you, sir.

We're starting in Quincy, just 20 miles over

the mountain.

I don't suppose you'll be down that way.

Well, who do you know?

Just on the way to Quincy.

Planning on leaving tomorrow.

Now, isn't that a coincidence?

No.

Hey, we've got to get started.

Tell that fellow goodbye and let's go.

Why, Mark, you remember Mr. Richmond.

I certainly do.

It's nice to see you again, and goodbye,

and good luck, and let's go.

And good luck to you, Mr. Taylor.

Thanks.

Well, we can't wait all day.

Let's go.

Well, all set.

Let's go.

Goodbye, Mr. Richmond.

Goodbye, Miss Crabtree.

Oh.

Oh.

There's Quincy, our first stop.

Looks sort of lively at that.

I'll bet that crowd is hungry for entertainment.

All right, boys, get the top down.

We're going into Quincy with a bang.

Well, you say they look hungry?

For entertainment, I mean.

Oh, I'll bet we'll pack them in tonight.

Pack them in where?

Don't worry, Mama.

We'll find something.

Well, then, let's go find someplace.

Now, let's do something to get them excited.

Get the ballyhoo started.

Ladies and gentlemen, of this great and bustling

metropolis, you are about to have the privilege

of witnessing a rare and unusual spectacle.

A huge company of players gather at tremendous

expense for your approval.

Come one, come all, and join the throng

and see our opera on wings of song.

La donna è mobile, qual pium'al vento,

muta d'accento e di pensiero.

La donna è mobile, qual pium'al vento,

muta d'accento.

And then, in a twinkling, we change the

scene.

We're off to the land of the pretty

Colleens.

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms

which I gaze on so fondly today.

And speaking of charms, here she is, that

star of stars, the golden girl, Little Lotta.

Oh, kiss me quick and go, my honey,

kiss me quick and go.

That's all, bring your gal and your ma

and your pa and your sisters and your

brothers and your uncles and your aunts.

Join the party, chill, join the party, chill,

join the party.

We're gonna have a happy time tonight, gonna

have a happy time, gonna have a happy

time tonight, gonna have a happy time.

Thank you, thank you.

Don't forget, ladies and gentlemen, tonight Miss Lotta

Crabtree and her troupe of troubadours, you'll see

the greatest show you've ever seen.

Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen.

Now it's my pleasure to introduce the star

of our show, Miss Lotta Crabtree.

Yeah!

Wake up early, go to meetin', Sunday mornin'.

All the birdies sing, they're greetin' from every

tree.

Folks all gather to do the talkin', Sunday

mornin'.

My true love is busy walkin', hand in

hand with me.

Sunday mornin', my true love will be there

waitin'.

Sunday mornin', waitin' there for me.

Waitin' there for me.

Sunday mornin'.

Every mornin', my true love will be there

waitin'.

Sunday mornin', waitin' there for me.

Well, where's that gold they're supposed to throw?

Don't look like a gold-tossin' crowd to

me.

Well, that's because I'm not a gold-tossin'

gal to them.

Not in this thing.

The place is crowded.

Mm, but not very enthusiastic.

They'll toss that gold now.

Huh?

Put some

clothes on.

What's the matter?

Matter.

You've driven those men out there plum crazy,

that's what's the matter.

Don't you ever dare dance like that again,

Lotta Crabtree.

Mark, go out there and sing.

A song?

Yes, a song.

If you don't know, I haven't got time

to explain it to you now.

Jimmy had a little tree.

There's where the cotton and the corn and

tater grow.

There's where the birds warble sweet in the

spring.

Now, you get out there and help Mark

sing that song before we're all torn to

pieces.

And don't you dare twitch a muscle while

you're singing it.

To go.

There let me live to my days are

over.

There let me For me to go

Sincerely Then over to thee The

place where I was born.

End of

this from now on.

Golden, golden slippers.

Golden, golden slippers.

Golden slippers unwind the wear.

Because they look so neat.

Golden, golden slippers.

Golden, golden slippers.

Golden slippers unwind the wear.

To walk your golden streets.

Call me when you come home.

Golden, golden slippers.

Golden, golden slippers.

Golden slippers unwind the wear.

Because they look so neat.

Golden, golden slippers.

Golden, golden slippers.

Golden slippers unwind the wear.

Come on, Mark, hurry up.

You know it's a six-hour ride.

I haven't much time.

We're about to leave.

If you did get away from your mother

for a minute, we're making progress.

Mama's determined to treat me like a little

girl.

Lata!

Oh, they're looking for me already.

We're going to Hardtack, Dry Bed, Devil's Creek

and Fresno.

Oh, when I see you.

I haven't missed a town yet, have I?

I suppose you have a girl back in

Alabama.

No special girl.

Oh, but there are girls back there.

The population's mixed, male and female, about half

and half.

Lata!

Why didn't you answer me?

I've been searching for you everywhere.

Look at me, I'm frantic.

You're frantic?

What about me?

I was accosted by two drunken minors and

Mr. Richmond saved me.

Beat them both to a pulp.

Gosh, are you all right now, Lata?

Well, not quite, Mr. Taylor.

Miss Crabtree's suffering from severe shock.

Shock?

Maybe we'd better find a doctor.

Well, in Alabama, sir, when a lady's insulted

by rough ends, we find the best medicine,

after we kill the scoundrels, of course, is

the protective arms of a father, a brother,

the next of kin.

Well, yeah, well, you ain't none of those.

Yeah, well, this isn't Alabama.

Don't you think you ought to see a

doctor, Lata?

Mr. Richmond knows best.

Lata Crabtree, are you all right?

Well, she's suffering from severe shock.

Well, she was.

Shock?

Oh.

Well, now, Mr. Richmond, I'd like a word

with you.

Mark, take Lata to the wagon and get

ready to leave.

Yes, ma'am.

Mama, you're not going to scold Tom.

All he did was rescue me.

For which we're all very thankful.

Now, run along, Lata.

But, Mama...

Go along, Lata.

I'll come straight to the point.

Mr. Richmond, you've been following us from town

to town.

Following you, ma'am?

Well, what time did you get in town

today?

At precisely 2 o'clock.

Why?

I was here at 12 noon.

That makes it look more like you were

following me.

For the past two weeks now, you've been

at almost every performance.

I can only conclude that it's because of

my daughter.

That's partly correct, ma'am.

I must tell you that it's my intention

to put a stop to this before it

goes any further.

You mean I may not even look at

her?

Oh, now, don't go saying it's a free

country.

No, ma'am.

I'd like to explain that I've been coming

to your show as much for business as

personal reasons.

Business?

That's right.

You collected the crowds and I gambled with

them for their money.

What they had left after your collections.

You're a gambler?

That's right.

I only wear it when I'm working.

Oh, now I understand.

We bring in the sheep and you shear

them.

That's about it, ma'am.

Well, you'll have to forgive me if I'd

known you were a...

I'd not have worried.

Lotta and I have had experience with gamblers.

Well, now that we understand each other, you

can come to the show as often as

you like.

Well, thank you, ma'am.

And good night.

Good night, Mr. Edgeworth.

Oh, Lotta,

you'd better get ready.

We're going to start the show.

Where is he?

What have you done with him?

Me?

Do I look like I could?

Mama!

Where's Tom Richmond?

What's happened to him?

Oh, I haven't the slightest idea.

Isn't he in the audience?

You know very well he's not.

Maybe he's not in town.

Well, if he's not, it's because someone told

him to stay away.

Now, see here, Lotta.

As far as I'm concerned, there will be

no performance tonight.

Lotta Crabtree, you get up out of that

chair before I tan your hat.

I'll get up out of it when Tom

Richmond comes.

Tom Richmond is sitting in his, and not

one minute before.

That's your father's side of the family speaking.

Mrs. Crabtree, what are we going to do?

Go out and announce that Miss Lotta Crabtree

has just thrown up her career.

But we can't.

There's a packed house out there.

They'll tear the place apart.

And us, too.

Please, Lotta, you've got to...

You find Tom Richmond or I don't, but...

Marge.

Go out and look in every corner of

this town until you find him and bring

him here.

Yes, ma'am.

Now, Lotta, I...

I don't care!

I want to see him!

Women.

If it wasn't for their ears, you couldn't

tell them from mules.

You're late, ma'am.

What held you up?

The Spaniard, that's what held us up.

Him and about six others stripped us clean.

Anybody hurt?

Lotta shot fire.

Did he get the Army gold?

He sure did.

That's why he held us up.

Pull out as soon as you make a

change.

Mr. Richmond.

Oh, boy, am I glad I found you.

We've been looking all over for you.

Lotta won't go on the stage unless you're

in the audience.

I'm afraid I'm not in the mood to

watch the show tonight.

Oh, please, Mr. Richmond.

You've got to help us.

That audience is ready to tear the place

apart.

Well, in that case, I'd better go with

you.

Oh, wonderful.

I found him.

Now I hope we can get the show

started.

Well, Mr. Richmond, we were afraid you wouldn't

get here.

I'm sorry if my being late's inconvenienced you,

ma'am.

Now I'd like to ask you a favor.

I knew you'd be wanting it.

You lost your gambler's feather, and luckily I

found it.

If it wasn't that, I wanted to ask

about it.

Well, of course it was.

A professional gambler can't be without his feather,

now can he?

Lotta, can I speak to you alone?

I expect to be leaving California soon.

It's very important.

Before you go, Mr. Richmond, I think it's

only fair that you tell Lotta what you

told me about why you've been following our

show.

After all, a young girl's head is easily

turned when she thinks a romantic young man

has been following her around the country.

That's what I want to explain.

If I could just see you alone...

That will not be necessary, Mr. Richmond.

I think it's already quite clear that we

brought out the crowds, and you only followed

us in order to fleece them.

You're very unfair, ma'am.

If you'd just let me explain...

I don't think you could add anything, Mr.

Richmond.

It's all very clear.

I'm only sorry that I didn't wake up

sooner.

You have to excuse us.

We have a show to do.

Good night, Mr. Richmond.

And goodbye.

A boy

and girl were sweetly sparking.

The folks had gone to bed.

They heard a footstep on the stair.

And what do you think she said?

Kiss me quick and go, my honey.

Kiss me quick and go.

To treats or fries and flying eyes.

Kiss me quick and go.

He kissed her once, he kissed her twice.

She waited for the third.

But he was quite afraid to try.

Until this song he heard.

Kiss me quick and go, my honey.

Kiss me quick and go.

To treats or fries and flying eyes.

Kiss me quick and go.

Kiss me quick and go.

They sat and sat until at last.

He asked her if she'd wed.

Said he I'll get the preacher man.

And what do you think she said?

Wow!

Kiss me quick and go, my honey.

Kiss me quick and go.

To treats or fries and flying eyes.

Kiss me quick and go.

Kiss me quick and go, my honey.

Kiss me quick and go.

Don't hesitate, it's getting late.

Kiss me quick and go.

My true love is always a-dancin'.

Dance, dance, dance with me.

He kissed her once, he kissed her twice.

Dance, dance, dance with me.

Kiss me quick and go.

Kiss me quick and go.

Oh, come now, baby.

You mustn't take it like this.

He's only the first man in your life.

There'll be dozens like him.

But I don't want dozens, Mama.

I want tons.

Oh, come on now, Lottie.

Don't be a crybaby.

A grown-up lady wouldn't behave like this

about a man.

She wouldn't?

No.

Fix your makeup now.

Oh, you look awful.

I don't care what I look like.

Those minors don't look at my face anyway.

Oh, Mama.

I want to go back to Rabbit Creek

after the next dance.

Can't we go back to Rabbit Creek, Mama?

Maybe just for a rest.

I'm all worn out.

Oh, that's not a bad idea, Lottie.

I'll tell Martin.

Excuse me.

There's someone out here to see you, Lottie.

If it's that Tom Richmond.

Tell him once and for all that...

No, it ain't Mr. Richmond.

It's a Union Army officer.

Seems awful anxious to see you, Lottie.

Another stage door, Johnny.

Well, tell him we don't see anybody and

get rid of him.

He's a very handsome man.

Tell him to come in.

I'll be happy to see him.

Lottie.

Mama, it's time I had a few callers.

How do you think Lola Montez met all

those crowned heads and such?

Now, you leave the room, Mama, and run

along.

Let me behave like an actress.

Have you gone deaf?

I'm staying right here.

There's nothing he can say to you that

your mother can't hear.

Show him in.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Well, not exactly, Miss.

It was Mrs. Crabtree I was asking for.

Well, I guess you're not the only one,

Lottie.

Mama, now, leave the room, dear.

Just run along.

Now, surely, Mother, this gentleman has nothing to

say to you that your daughter can't hear.

I've asked a lot of questions around town

about you two.

Want to make sure you're both loyal northerners.

Heard you were born and raised in New

York.

That's my state, too.

And I guess you want this war over

as quickly as I do.

Well, you can help.

What can we do?

You're going to Fort Yucca from here, I

believe.

That's our plan, yes.

I want you to deliver $10,000 in

gold to the army paymaster at Fort Yucca.

What?

Oh, now, wait a minute.

We're a show troop, not the Wells Fargo

Express.

That's just it.

Very few shipments of gold have got through

in the last year because it went by

Wells Fargo Express.

On account of the Spaniard.

You've heard of him.

Everybody has.

This shipment must get through.

We'll put sandbags in the Wells Fargo box.

The real gold will go with you.

I don't know.

It's a big responsibility.

Mama, I think it's thrilling.

I thought it might appeal to you.

You being actors and with imagination and all

that.

We'll do it.

Now, wait a minute, Lotta.

How can we hide $10,000 in gold?

We'll find a way.

That's what I mean.

Imagination.

Just so you feel safe, I'll trail you

with a couple of my men.

We'll never be more than a mile away.

I'll have the gold here when you're ready

to leave.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Mama.

$10,000 in gold, Mama.

Isn't it exciting?

Here, let me give you a hand.

No, no, I can manage it.

Let's get ready to pull out.

Well, that's that.

Costumes, props, makeup.

My knitting.

Did you pack my knitting?

Oh, heavens.

It's on my dressing table.

I'll get it.

All right, dear.

I couldn't let you go without explaining.

We're going to Fort Yucca in case you'd

like to keep up with us.

I hear the gambling is pretty good there.

Lotta, you don't believe that gambling story, do

you?

I had to tell your mother something.

But you are a gambler.

And you're an actress.

What does that mean?

Can't you think of me as just Tom?

You're Lotta, I'm Tom, a fellow in love

with a girl.

What does it matter whatever else I am?

Oh, so now you're in love with me.

Do I have to prove that?

Let me go.

Tom!

Am I a gambler or just Tom?

Are you an actress or just my girl?

Am I in love with you?

Couldn't you prove it a little more?

I love you, Lotta.

That's all you need to know.

Someday I'll explain all the rest.

This gambling business and everything.

It's all mixed up in the war, honey.

Why should you bother your pretty little head

with anything so ugly as war?

Well, Tom, I'm...

I'm very much concerned about the war.

And very much involved in it, too.

Really?

The Union Army is trusting me with $10

,000 in gold.

And I'm taking it through to the army

paymaster at Fort Yucca.

Lotta.

It's true.

I wish you hadn't told me this.

Don't worry, darling.

I'll be safe.

It'll be thrilling.

Lotta.

Listen, honey.

Listen to me.

No matter what happens, believe one thing about

me.

I love you.

In spite of the war, in spite of

everything.

I love you.

Oh, darling, that sounds like goodbye.

It is goodbye.

I'm going to San Francisco.

I just came in to tell you.

I won't see you in Fort Yucca.

I'm afraid not.

Won't I ever see you again?

Yes, Lotta.

You will.

You will.

Oh, darling.

Even lonesome pines Seem to kiss the clinging

vines Near the bright California moon Then

I ask my star above Send the love

I'm dreaming of And we'll share the rare

delight In the magic of the night Near

the bright California moon It's

the Spaniards.

A very beautiful song, senor.

The chief enjoyed it very much.

What do you want from us?

Music, amigo, music.

We are starved for music.

In San Joaquin, we saw your show.

But we do not see very much.

Maybe you do more show for us now,

eh?

With the beautiful senorita.

Oh, sure, sure.

We'll give them a show.

Won't we, Lotta?

We will not.

Lotta, control yourself.

This is the Spaniards.

I don't care who it is.

Why should we sing for bandits?

Tell them to go about their business And

tell them to go rob a stagecoach.

You tell them.

I don't feel so good.

She will not sing for us.

That is too bad.

But what are the songs, senorita?

Before we take your gold, We'd like first

your golden voice.

Gold?

What gold?

We have no gold.

We work for our money.

Yeah, we work for our money.

So do we.

Senor.

Isn't my golden voice enough?

Let me sing for you.

Something Spanish to remind you of your homeland.

Do we know anything Spanish?

Or perhaps a Spaniard from Alabama Would rather

have me sing Dixie.

He's a Spaniard.

Search the camp.

Search the camp?

What do you mean?

Take it slow.

Maybe you'll be more comfortable over here.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Lara.

Lara.

I have to take that gold.

I'm sorry you got mixed up in this,

But I've got no choice.

I'm a soldier.

A captain in the Confederate Army.

First a gambler and then a bandit.

And now a soldier.

Well, really, Mr. Richmond, I can't keep up

with you.

I'm not a gambler.

I'm not even an outlaw.

At least I don't consider myself one.

I'm a Confederate officer With orders to raid

gold shipments.

The South is losing, Lara, Because the North

is rich.

Our soldiers are ragged and barefoot.

They're going into battle that way.

I raided the West to help the South.

Now I'm leaving.

Where will you go?

San Francisco first.

Find a ship that'll run the blockade And

take us home.

But when the war's over, I'll come back.

I promise.

How will you find me?

Like finding a lighted lamp in a window.

Your name's bound to be up in big

letters somewhere.

Wherever it is.

There is no gold here, Manuel.

Of course not.

Oh, I don't see this.

This is very heavy.

Hey, that's our lunch.

What kind of bandits are you anyway?

That's very expensive diet, senor.

Hey, I thought it was ham and beans.

We couldn't eat that stuff.

Hey, ship!

You deal soldiers a deposit.

They are on their way here.

A los caballos!

Tom!

Tom!

Oh, Tom, I'm sorry.

I didn't sing Dixie.

There'll be another time.

You just remember I love you, Lara.

I love

you,

too.

You got here just in time, Captain.

The Spaniard was here.

The gold.

Did he get the gold?

He sure did.

But how'd he know?

Oh, never mind that.

Go get them.

If you hurry and catch them, they just

went...

In that direction.

Oh, Lara, why did you do that?

Why did I let her?

Oh, this is too much for me.

Let's pack up and be off.

We can't get to Fort Yucca too soon

to suit me.

We're not going to Fort Yucca.

And we're not going to Rapid Creek.

Where are we going?

San Francisco.

Oh, Martin, what did he say?

It's no use, Lara.

They won't even let me see Mr. McGuire.

He's holed up in his office.

Oh, why don't you face facts, Lara?

You sang for Mr. McGuire last night and

he don't like you.

There's plenty of other places in San Francisco.

It's got to be the Bella Union.

But why?

It's the only place that puts the actress's

name up in big letters outside.

And I've just got to have my name

like that.

So as everyone will know, I'm in town.

So Tom Richman will know that's what she

means.

I'll see Mr. McGuire myself.

You wait here.

I'll raise you 600.

I'll see him.

Well, you've cleaned me like a fleet skull

in the Mojave.

That's all I own.

Well, it was a good game.

Well played in the long run, that's what

counts.

Not necessarily to win, but to play it

well.

That is the ultimate satisfaction.

Shut up.

What did you say?

He said shut up.

That's what I thought he said.

9.15, that's not a bad night's work.

I'll give you a chance to get even

one of these days.

You haven't got all I own.

There's 30,000 or more there.

I'll play you for that against the Bella

Union.

You mean the place?

The business, the building?

The whole shooting match.

Wouldn't that be something?

No, Mr. McGuire, I couldn't use it.

I'm satisfied with this.

Well, that girl's there again who sunk for

you last night.

Says she's got to see you.

What girl?

Oh, that girl.

What do I hire you for?

Get rid of her.

Mr. McGuire, I want to know why you

wouldn't let me sing at the Bella Union.

Lata.

Oh, Papa.

And Cornelia.

Hello, dear.

Mama's outside.

And Marge.

Oh, honey, I've been hearing all about you.

How you've been doing all right in those

heaven-forsaken towns.

We did better than all right.

And now I'm ready for San Francisco.

Only Mr. McGuire doesn't seem to think so.

What's the matter?

Don't you like my daughter?

I've got nothing against her, but she can't

sing worth sour apples.

Is that so?

What are you, a critic or something?

Why, I ought to bust you right in

the nose.

Now, calm down, Crabtree, and watch your talk.

Just because she's your daughter...

Look, McGuire, does the offer still go?

The Bella Union against my 30,000?

They're darn tootin', let's still go.

Well, then you've got yourself a bet.

One hand of five card draw.

Papa, you're gonna play poker at a time

like this?

Listen, honey, this is for you.

If I win, you sing at the Bella

Union.

Now, go on outside and wait.

Go on, now, you good girl.

By the way, don't tell your mother you

saw me.

Not yet.

Cut for deal.

Lotta Crabtree, if you don't tell me why

we're waiting here.

Oh, she get more like your father every

day.

Now, see here, young lady, we're not gonna

spend good money just to sit here all

day.

Mark pays the driver, we don't need him

anymore.

Crabtree!

Marianne!

Well, Crabtree, you're looking very well.

You look good to me, too, Marianne.

I didn't say that.

Papa, what happened inside?

Oh, uh, inside.

Oh, yes, Mr. McGuire drew a full house.

Oh, Papa.

Yeah, but your father drew four aces.

Papa!

Does that beat a full house?

Well, it always has.

Listen, baby, you can go in there and

start singing anytime you want.

What is this?

Mrs. Crabtree, I want you to meet Mr.

Crabtree, the new owner of the Bella Union

and my employer.

I start tomorrow night.

Oh, be careful, John, you're ruining my veil.

Did you hear that?

She called me John.

After 20 years, she's finally learned my first

name.

Well, I'll buy you a hundred veils, Marianne,

and a hundred bonnets to go with them.

Papa!

Oh, them golden slippers, oh, come on, Mary,

come on.

Golden slippers, I'll find a way to walk

the golden street.

Oh, them golden slippers, oh, them golden slippers,

them golden slippers, I'll find a way to

walk the golden street.

golden slippers, oh, them golden slippers, Thank you,

thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Miss Lotta will be back just as soon

as she changes her costume.

You've really been a wonderful audience, and you're

making it very difficult for us to leave

San Francisco.

Yes, this is our final performance at the

Bella Union.

Tomorrow, we start moving eastward to New York.

But in our hearts, we can never leave

California.

You'll always be with us.

Give us another song, Mark.

The ladies want a song from you.

My love is deep as the sea That

flows forever You ask me when will it

end I tell you never My love

is bright as the sun That shines forever

You ask me when will it fade I

tell you never He's singing

this to you, Lotta.

But you don't hear it.

With my heart in my hand My

love, I love you so much Now and

forever You ask me when will it die

I tell you never You ask me when

will it die I tell you never

I want you to meet the man who

taught me to sing and dance.

He's the owner of the Bella Union.

He's an old minstrel man.

And he's also, I'm very proud to say,

my father, John Crabtree.

California moon Oh, my, he'll make a fool

of himself, sure.

Send the one I'm dreaming of And we'll

share the rare delight In the magic of

the night Meet the bright California moon.

You´ll be snug as a bug in the still

of the night When you're under the wonderful

thrill of the light Oh, the biggest and

best in the east of the west You

can give it a chance You can leave

all the rest to a wonderful moon If

you're sighing and trying to find romance Just

remember this, that a kiss will have more

of a chance And your heart will be

dancing When you get a glance that is

full of romance You'll be put in a

trance by a beautiful moon Then you ask

your star above He'll be glad to send

the one you're dreaming of Hand in hand

you will share in this rare and delicious

delight When you're kissed in the mystical, magical

I always knew!

No letter.

Nothing from him, Lara.

pretty dress.

A bit of lace.

A little dash of powder on my face.

I know my heart is singing a song.

To the rub-a-dub-dub of the

drum.

The sound of the trumpet's flare.

All over the land, strike up the band

cause I'll be there.

When Johnny comes marching home again.

Hooray, hooray.

We'll give him a hearty welcome then.

Hooray, hooray.

The men will cheer and the boys will

shout.

The ladies they will all turn out and

we'll all feel gay.

When Johnny comes marching home.

The men will cheer and the boys will

shout.

The ladies they will all turn out and

we'll all feel gay.

When Johnny comes marching home.

And when all comes marching home.

Come in

From the Grand Duke Alexis.

And something else.

Same as always.

Open it for me will you Mark?

Sure.

Brother.

Pretty aren't they?

Give them to mother.

You mean you don't want them?

Mark, the day you bring me that letter

from the south.

You'll have brought me the best present I

could have.

And I'll bring it to you day or

night.

But you know Lotta it's been more than

a year and you still haven't heard from

him.

I know.

But I will.

That's why I want to go on the

road so I can keep my name in

the papers.

So he'll know where I am.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Look.

We've got what we've been praying for.

Peace.

Folks! Peace is declared.

The War it´s over. I can´t believe.

to you Oh mother.

It's over.

Yes baby.

It's over.

Lotta.

They came.

They're here.

Two letters.

Two.

Oh Mark.

Oh thank you.

Here mama this is for you.

My dearest love.

I'm writing this from what we call an

army hospital.

The doctors promised me I'll be up and

around in a few days.

Then if I can get through the Yankee

lines.

I'll be coming north to find you.

He's coming to New York.

He's coming back.

My darling.

Sometimes during that interval between blowing out my

lamp and the coming of sleep.

It seems I can hear you singing.

This was mailed a month ago.

He could be here right now.

Oh how do I look?

Lotta.

Do you want Lotta?

Honey they're yelling for you out there.

You'll have to give them something.

They'll tear the place apart.

Oh let them wait.

I've got to look extra special.

He might be out in front right now.

It's just like him to surprise me.

Lotta.

He isn't out front.

I've read my letter.

It's from Tom's doctor.

Tom's doctor?

What does he say?

Tom got up a few days after he

wrote to you.

He wasn't as well as he wanted to

be.

There was a relapse.

Oh mother.

What are you trying to say?

What does the letter say?

The hospital is poorly equipped.

They don't have the kind of medicine that

Tom needs.

The doctor is mighty sorry, but he's afraid

that by the time he gets this letter...

Oh Tom.

My baby, my baby.

Gosh you'll never be able to face that

mother out there.

I'm going to call off the rest of

the show.

Lotta, will you please hurry and...

Ladies and gentlemen, I know that this will

surprise you, but on this occasion I want

to sing Dixie.

I wish I was in the land of

cotton Old times there are not forgotten Look

away, look away Dixieland Let

us behave like victors.

We can be generous in victory.

The men of the South were fighting for

something they believed in.

And when men fight and die for their

beliefs, we must respect them for it.

To thousands of men on both sides has

come the dignity of death.

And now for the sake of those who

died, all wounds must be healed.

We must remember only that once again we're

united.

That once again we're all Americans.

Sing Lotta, sing.

I wish I was in the land of

cotton Old times there are not forgotten

Dixie I wish I was in Dixie Hooray,

hooray In Dixieland I take my stand To

live and die in Dixie Away, away Away

down South in Dixie Away, away Away down

South in Dixie Well,

now, it isn't going to be easy to

keep it out of your mind.

But you must.

I wish you'd go with us tonight.

You know, Mr. Barnum's giving this party just

for you.

And you know you've always wanted to meet

Jenny Lind.

Couldn't meet anyone tonight.

It'd do you good to mix with people

and maybe for a little while you'd forget.

Forget?

All I've got now is remembering.

You all go on to the party.

I'll stay with Lotta.

I think I'd like to be alone, Lotta.

I haven't been alone in a long while.

A long, long while.

Please leave me.

I'll be home waiting for you, baby.

Lotta?

Golden slippers that I love so well Golden

slippers, I'm going away And I don't expect

to win Jenny calls her instead And the

golden slippers, I'm wearing while I'm away Walk

on the golden street

Transcription and translation (AI) by Kasamaruti/GM 1st September 2025