All language subtitles for The Adventures of Bullwhip Griffin (1967) 720p EN

[ Lively music plays ]

♪ Bullwhip, Bullwhip ♪

♪ Bullwhip Griffin ♪

♪ Let Villains And Ruffians
Beware ♪

♪ His Path Never Swerved ♪

♪ And Justice Was Served ♪

♪ When Bullwhip Griffin
Was there ♪

[ Piano solo ]

[ Chirps ]

[ Bell dinging ]

♪ Speaking Of California's
Legendary heroes ♪

♪ Whose Praises
Have been novelized and sung ♪

♪ It's 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 ♪

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.

Are the others ready?

Yes, Miss, they're all
in the library,

except for Master Jack.
I'll bring him.

Yes, I think he should be there.

Isn't it pleasant
to have snow again?

Not 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. Huh.

Of course. Huh.

"Bullwhip Brannigan,"
Or "A Son of the Mother Lode."

Bullwhip took Tom Wingate
with him to the gold fields.

Tom was just my age, and he
wrestled with a grizzly bear,

Bullwhip did.

But the bear ran away,
so Bullwhip really won.

Well, it would be nice,
Master Jack,

if you would become better
acquainted with the classics

rather than wasting your time
upon such trivia.

What do you mean, trivia?

It's educational.

I bet you can't show me
in any of those books

where it tells how
to pan gold or wrestle
with a grizzly bear.

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.

"I, Alonzo J. Flagg,
being of sound mind,

"do hereby declare
this to be my last
will and testament.

And I bequeath to my coachman,
Harry Sillwell"
"Sillwet"...

Sitwell, sir.
Harry Sitwell.

Oh.

... "Harry Sitwell, $50,000."

Would you say that again, sir?

$50,000.

"To my cook
and breakfast-table
confidante,

Miss Abigail Gookenkick"?

Abigail Gookenick.

"Miss Abigail Gookenick,
I bequeath $90,000."

$90,000!

"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 doing the proper thing
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!

"All of 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 soul 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!

Amen to that!

So much for the will.

Now for the facts.

During the later years
of his life,

Mr. Flagg
lived not only
on borrowed time,

but on borrowed money.

Y-you mean he died broke?

Dead broke.

[ Women sobbing ]

Ornery old coot.

Probably thought it was funny.

[ Sobbing ]

Even the mortgage on
this house is past due,
long past due.

However, the bank has promised
not to foreclose for 90 days.

I'm sorry, my dear.

Think of poor Miss Arabella...
not even a home to live in,

and a little brother
to look out after.

She's got no trade.

Never had to go out
and face the world.

What's she going to do?

Excuse me, Miss,
is there anything
I can do?

[ Laughing ]

Oh, 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 in 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% water,

and 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.

If, uh...

If there's anything you want...

Griffin, what will you do?

Will you get a job
somewhere else as a butler?

Well, I suppose so, miss.

I really had not given
the matter much thought.

Do you remember
your ninth birthday party,

when you threw a serving tray
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.

Oh, how could I forget that,
Griffin?

You're the only boy
I ever knew in all of Boston

who ever broke a window
deliberately.

Thank you, miss.

And now, if 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!

Miss Chesney, now really!

I was just in
Master Jack's room.

Miss Chesney, 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!

Oh, no, not now, Miss Chesney.

Go tell Harry to get
the carriage ready.

We have to go find him
and bring him back.

Miss Arabella, look.

I'm afraid he has succumbed
to the California gold fever.

Oh, no, Griffin,
what are we going to do?

I think I know
where I can find him.

I shall endeavor to stop him
before he gets too far.

Oh, yes, Griffin, please do.

Uh, yes, miss.
Right away, miss.

I have it, gentlemen, a ticket!

Gather around, gentlemen,
up here.

A ticket for the sailing.

A ticket on the Lady Wilma
to San Francisco.

Now, this is an unclaimed ticket

that I am going to sell
to the highest bidder.

This is your ticket to fortune,

to the gold fields
of California.

Now, what am I offered?

Would some gentleman
start this bidding at $500?

$500.

Thank you, sir.

Remember, gentlemen,
this is the last ticket

on the beautiful Lady Wilma
sailing now for San Francisco.

I'm looking for $550.
Anybody, $550?

I make it $550!

California... gold where you
pick it out of the streets!

I have $550,
I'm looking for $600.

$600.

Thank you, sir. $600.

I only have $600,
but I am looking for $650...

Stay where you are!

Are you trying
to stow away, too?

Stow away?

Oh, no, lad.

But I needs must shake

the murderous hounds
pursuing me.

Are the police after you?

Shh!

Ah, here, boy.

In with you.

Come on, give me that.

Who will make it $1,200?
$1,200?

$1,200!

Thank you, sir, $1,200.

I have $1,200.

Who will make it $1,250?

Oh, come on, gentlemen,

you can wash that much gold
out of your socks every night

after you get to California.

All right, gentlemen,
who will make it $1,250?

Going once...

Going twice...

Are you all through, gentlemen?

Oh, you're gonna
hate yourselves
in the morning.

Going...

Going...

And gone!

Yahoo!

Going to the gentleman
who just swallowed
his chaw of tobacco.

Oh, yes, sir.
Right away, sir.

You get a great bargain
there, sir.

I certainly have one
for you here.

Oh, I beg your pardon, sir.

Oh, pardon me.

I'm sure it was my fault.

I'm so excited,
I'm going to California.

Oh, my hat.

Well, I, uh, I'm sorry
that I was...

well...

Your ticket.

Oh.

My ticket, it's gone.

But I just bought it.

Somebody stole my ticket.

I've been robbed!
Search everybody!

You, sir, you were over there.

Yes, I was.

He is absolutely right.

He bought a ticket.
I saw him.

You just keep out of this.

I beg your pardon.

I, sir, am Judge Higgins
of the appellate court,

and I demand that you search
every single man along this...

it wouldn't do any good,
though, would it?

Everybody going aboard
is bound to have a ticket.

Let us handle it, your honor.

Step off the gangplank.

Say, you...

I didn't get your name.

Brown, sir.

Mr. Brown, why don't
you go over there

with the aid
of these two officers,

and carefully go through
all your pockets

and see if you can't find it.

You were terribly excited.

It's not good
to get that excited.

Yes, sir.
Thank you, your honor.

Yes, it's quite alright.
Ready?

Yes.

Your ticket, please.

Thank you.

Are you the Captain
of this ship?

Captain Swain.
If you've
business with me,

say your say
and be quick about it.

I have reason to believe
that there is
a 12-year-old boy

stowed away aboard your ship.

And I have my reasons
to believe there isn't.

He is the grandson of the late
Alonzo Flagg of Boston.

Well, now, I-I want
no part of no stowaway.

Will you give me your word
as a gentleman

that you and him
will be ashore
before we sail?

Unquestionably.

All right.

I'll show you how to get below.

Thank you.

If the police aren't
after you, then who is?

I could a tale unfold
whose lightest word

would harrow up thy soul,
freeze thy young blood!

And it is better
you take heed, also,

for it is true, lad...

he who runneth with the fox
must beware the hounds.

Or is it dogs?

Yes, well, I think
I'd better be going.

[ Door opens ]

Breathe softly and beware.

It is often said that
jackals run in pairs.

Good grief, Griffin.

What are you doing here?

You know him?

You've just knocked out
our butler.

Griffin?

Griffin?

You gave me your word,
didn't you?!

I have tried to explain, sir.

You took advantage
of me good disposition.

Well, you'll work your passage
in the bunkers,

and you'll rue the day

you ever heard the name
of Captain Swain!

I am making
a formal request,
captain,

that you set us both ashore
at your first port of call.

I'll put you ashore
right enough.

But it's what happens
between now and then

is what you've got
to worry about!

Get away from that!
That's not for you.

I appreciate that.

You will take your scoffings
with the crew

unless I decide to put you
on bread and water.

I think I would
prefer that, sir,

if we have a choice.

We leave it
to the payin' passengers

to malign the chow,
if you don't mind.

If I may make a suggestion,
captain.

Rather than waste my talent
in the bunker, sir,

if you would permit me
to prepare and serve your food

in the fully proper manner
for your own safety, sir,

with the help of Master Jack,
my apprentice.

You'll do what I say!

By all means, sir.

Uh...

Have you ever tried your hand
at galley-grubbin'?

Galley-grubbing?

He knows all there is
to know... about food.

Knowin' and doin'
is two different things,

especially for a landlubber
put to sea.

My grandfather, sir, prepared
and served the meals

for Admiral Lord Nelson
at the Battle of Trafalgar.

All right.

One chance I'll give you,
and one chance only.

Oh, thank you, sir.

And if you don't serve me
a fair to middlin' meal,

then it's off to the bunkers
for you!

"And while the Captain
had agreed to set us ashore

"at the first port of call,

"he now refuses to release us
from our duties

"preparing his meals
and tending his cabin.

"We shall continue on
to the gold fields,

"praying that fortune
shall smile upon us

"and that you may forgive us
the anxiety we have
occasioned.

"Master Jack has made friends
with a kindly judge

who agreed to post
this letter when
we reach Rio."

Doesn't that beat all...

the two of them
bound for California?

Isn't that just like Griffin?

If he were assigned
to a rock pile,

he'd make himself indispensable.

I can't get over it...
Griffin and Master Jack

all alone in that
wild country out west.

Well, we won't let them
be all alone.

You may start packing my things.

You don't mean to say you'd go!

There's nothing I can do here
that I can't do in California.

It's not a right place
for a lady.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Some of the stories I've heard.

Men outnumber women 100 to 1
in San Francisco.

Well, there's nothing wrong
with those odds,

especially when a young lady
has to earn her own living.

Oh, Griffin wouldn't approve
of you going to California.

But I think grandpa
would approve of it
heartily.

He wanted me to be free
to try my wings,

to find my own place in this
beautiful and exciting world.

I'll go lay out my things.

That's about all.

I'll tell you what, miss.

Just to make it a clean deal,
I'll add $5

for the frame and picture.

I wouldn't part with
grandfather for $1,000.

But if you're going
to California, miss.

Well, in that case,
I'll leave him
in your custody.

I'll take the $5.

♪ Griffin And Jack Who Spent
Their journey in the galley ♪

♪ At Last Were Nearing
San Francisco Bay ♪

♪ Their Culinary Art
Won over the Captain's heart ♪

♪ As The Menu Grew More Elegant
Each day ♪

As soon as we drop anchor
in San Francisco Bay,

every dad-blasted member
of the crew

is gonna be over the side
and headed for
the gold fields.

Hasn't been a ship
left port in months.

Do you have an idea, sir,
what time we'll get there?

Well, we should get
within spittin' distance

during the graveyard watch.

Then we should get in
tomorrow morning?

Tomorrow afternoon, more likely.

I'm not pickin' me way through
no floatin' graveyard

in early mornin' soup.

Now, now, now, now, sonny.

A few hours isn't gonna make
all that difference.

Why don't you go and start
getting your dunnage together?

And I'll see you get ashore
in the first boat tomorrow.

You're very kind, sir.

Thank you, sir!

[ Slurps ]

[ Sighs ]

BOTH: ♪Oh, Susanna,
Oh, don't you cry for me ♪

♪ For I'm Off
To California... ♪

Well, well, Griffin.

Uh, by all means, sir.

[ Laughs ]
And my little friend Jack.

What a beautiful day
for singing, huh?

Watch this.

Very good!

Oh, I'll bet you can hardly
wait to reach port, huh?

Just barely. Are you going
up to the gold fields?

Oh, I may eventually,
but there are things
in the world

more important than gold, son.

This is a new land,

and it needs laws,
and courts,
and justice.

Laws, courts, and justice...
those are the things

I'm concerned with most of all.

Oh, yes.

Laws, courts, and justice.

I really like that
Judge Higgins,
don't you?

Oh, I don't know, Master Jack.

Sometimes I think he tries
almost too hard to be
friendly.

What's wrong
with being friendly?

Wait a minute.

[ Muffled shouting, clattering ]

Mr. Bartlett,
what happened?

Who did this to you?

They have followed me.

They are on this ship.

Oh, the thread of life
spins out!

Did you see who hit you?

I was struck down,
a coward's blow from behind,

and when I came to,
I was blindfolded.

I could hear a man
ransacking my room.

I suppose you do know
what he was seeking.

Oh, but he found it not.

Found what not?

Hidden there lies ample bait

to lure the most treacherous
of hounds...

a map given to me by a dying man

whom I had befriended
in a boardinghouse in Salem.

A map to the mother lode.

Oh, yes, well, uh,

we will report this
to the Captain immediately.

Oh, no! No!

For I know not my enemies!

And I do not greatly trust
that Captain Swain.

Oh, well, sir, I'm afraid
that under the circumstances,

there is nothing
we can do for you.

Stick with me, you two.

If you'll a willing ear incline,

what's mine is yours
and what is yours is mine.

You want us to be partners?

Aye, lad.

These are the crucial hours
as our journey nears its end.

For mine enemies,

the time is ripe
to strike swiftly,

seize the prize if they
can find it, and be gone.

What say you, friends?

Oh, uh, well, sir,

I'm afraid that we
cannot remain with you here.

We have our duties
in the Captain's cabin.

Oh, well, no matter.

I will remain locked in here.

You can look in on me
occasionally,

bring me my remaining meals.

Oh, by all means, sir.

And if another living soul

should dare to cross
that threshold,

'twould be foolishness indeed.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Griffin, we'll be partners
in the mother lode!

Master Jack!

Please?

Very well.

Mother lode, indeed!

Don't forget my remaining meals!

Griffin! Griffin!
Hey, Griffin!

You can see them...
lights across the water.

Somebody said
they're on the boats
in San Francisco Bay.

Where do you think you're going?

Don't you wanna come
and see them?

Yes, yes, all in due time.

But you should be
preparing for bed.

Oh, no, just when
we're getting here?

After all these months?

Master Jack, you're going to
have a very busy day tomorrow.

Now, you need your rest.
Obey.

Oh, I stopped by
to tell Mr. Bartlett.

Boy, is he excited.

If we do find
the you-know-what,
and we're partners,

we'll be the richest people
in Boston,

and you won't have to be
a butler anymore.

You can buy into a business.

Master Jack...

Sit down, Master Jack.

I want to tell you something.

I am proud to be a butler,

as was my father,
as was his father
before him.

And I don't understand
why everybody...

MAN: Fire!

Fire in the hold!

Quick, quick, quick!
Up on the deck! Quick!

Fire! Hurry, hurry!

[ Horns blowing ]

Come on,
get them landlubbers back!

Get them back!

Get back, get back!

Get that fire, I tell ya!

Come on, get back,
get back, I tell ya!

Bring that pump over here.
That's it, hold it.

Excuse us.

Excuse me.

To the lifeboats!

To the lifeboats!

Abandon ship!

Abandon ship, abandon ship!

To the lifeboats!
Fire!

Come on, be quick.

Don't stand there like a fool.

The whole ship's afire!

Caution, my friend, caution.

If you have any small thing
of value,

you'd better take it along.

Oh.

Fire!

Fire!

[ Drumroll ]

Oh, oh, thank you.

Turn around.

What?
Turn around!

I think it's the pistol.

If you would be so kind
as to hold...

Oh, yes, the pistol.

[ Thud ]

[ Grunts ]

Fire!

Fire, fire!

Come on, get them landlubbers
under control!

Man the pump!
Man the pump!

You heard the Captain!

Get them buckets moving!

Come on, come on!

It's a false alarm!

I said it was a false alarm!

Just oily rags.

The whole engine room
is full of smoke.

A false alarm?!
What are you sayin', man?

Some bilge rat done it
on purpose?

Good heavens!

It's a trick!

Excuse me.

Capt. SWAIN: Come on, come on,
get the next one.

Mr. Bartlett!

What happened?

Higgins it was.

Higgins?

Judge Higgins?

Yes.

I turn my back for a second...

And he hit me.

[ Groans ]

You stay here,
do what you can to help him.

Captain Swain?

The Captain's on the poop deck.

You'll have to see me later.

Some bilge rat's out there,
takin' off in me
starboard boat!

That's exactly what
I was afraid...

♪ ...It's Bright And Shinin' ♪

♪ Waitin' There
Just for the findin' ♪

♪ Shines So Bright,
It's nearly blindin' ♪

♪ California Gold ♪

♪ California Gold ♪

♪ California Gold ♪

♪ California Gold ♪

♪ Waitin' Just For Me ♪

♪ Gonna Claim
A golden mountain ♪

♪ Gold Will Flow
Just like a fountain ♪

♪ I'll Just Spend My Time
A-countin' ♪

♪ California Gold... ♪

Step right in
for the show
on the inside!

Come on in, everybody!

Come on in!

♪ ...California Gold ♪

♪ California Gold... ♪

Oh, come along.

Come on.

Come on.

We shan't achieve our purpose
by standing there.

I'll bet Judge Higgins
won't waste any time

getting up to the gold fields.

Do you realize that if we
are to find the scoundrel,

we shall need a grubstake.

Oh, yes.

Hmm.

Look.

Oh, what prices!

My mind will not believe
what mine eyes have seen.

Nor mine.

Aha.

I believe I have a thought

which obviously will be
of service to mankind,

and, I think, gain us
the money we need.

Uhh-huh.

Permit me, dear friend.

I think perhaps
I have more experience.

All the world is a stage,
you know.

Oh. Huh.

Romans, countrymen, and lovers.

Griffin, what are you doing?

You just gave me
a haircut a week ago.

Shh, Master Jack.
Not so loud.

Costly thy habit as thy purse.

Hey, look what's come to town!

Nothing so becomes a man

as modest stillness
and humility.

To be!

To be or not to be,
that is the question.

Um, I was wondering
if any of you gentlemen

have seen a man
with a scar on his forehead.

His name is Higgins,
Judge Higgins.

I ain't seen him.
Have you?
No.

You?
Un-unh.

How much you charge
for a haircut?

Oh, well, sir, for you,

oh, I think the same modest
price as a tub bath.

$10?

I'm first in line, then.

You go over there
and set up as cashier.

I'm after him.

Right.

I'm very much afraid
that for you, it'll be $15.

The same for me?

Why, yes.

[ Laughs ]

I'll make it $10.

[ Laughter ]

You can even
keep your hat on, too.

Sir...

If you prick us,
do we not bleed?

If you tickle us,
do we not laugh?

And...

If you poison us, do we not die?

And if you wrong us...

[ Shouting ]

This is a respectable place!

I don't want any of your kind
coming in here!

Don't you ever forget it!

[ Laughter ]

Hey, boss.

I go a little while,
mosey around town.

No, I want you
to go back inside.

I want to keep you
from getting
into trouble again.

Oh, gee, boss.

You promised me.

All right, but only
for a little while.

And remember,
keep your hands
to yourself.

Sure, boss.

Somebody says you been
askin' about a man

got a scar on his forehead.

Like down across here,
kinda sort of?

Have you seen such a man?

A big man?
Had a beard?

That's right.
It's Judge Higgins.

We saw him come ashore
in a small boat about sunup.

Do you know where he went?

He tried to sell us his boat,
and we says no.

And then he asks
how can he get to Frytown.

No, he asked
how would he get
to Hangtown.

Frytown!

Hangtown!

Thank you very much, gentlemen.

I'm most grateful
for your information.

There will be
no more haircuts today.

Why don't you listen?

You never listen
when people is talkin'.

How are we gonna find out
which it is,

Frytown or Hangtown?

Master Jack, how do you
think it can be done?

Well, one way...

Mr. Bartlett could go
to Frytown

and we could go to Hangtown.

Exactly.

And if either of us
picks up the trail,

he can inform the others.

And we can leave any messages
at Sutter's Fort.

'Tis well said, and it
were better soon be done.

How much do you
think it's worth,
what we have here?

I certainly think
that's enough
to purchase our supplies

and get us started on our way.

Do you have anything
to take your share in?

Well, I saw no need
to buy a poke

when I had naught to put in it.

I think these should do
for the moment.

Would you hold on?

Oh, yes.

[ Blows ]

Oh.

Here you are.

Are you the man who cuts hair?

Correct, sir.

Oh, but I have terminated
my activities for the day.

No, I want you
to cut my hair now.

For me...

Mountain Ox.

I reiterate, sir,

I have terminated
my activities
for the day.

And even if I
were to continue, sir,

you see, there are
some other gentlemen...

I don't care about other men!

I tell you to cut hair,
you cut hair!

Would you please keep your
vulgar hands off my apparel?

You, sir, are a devil.

A born devil upon whose nature
nurture could never stick.

Nobody don't call no names
on Mountain Ox!

How dare you, sir?

You big bully!

Why, you little imp!

MAN: Yee-haw!

He knocked out the Mountain Ox!

[ Cheering ]

He's out cold!
He got him a good one!

He knocked the ox out!
Looky here!

[ Laughing ]

All right, coming through,
coming through.

What happened?

Didn't I tell you
to stay out of trouble?!

All right, fellas, get back.

Give him some air,
give him some air!

Well, what happened?

What did they do,
gang up on him?

I do hope he's not badly hurt.

I am terribly sorry.

You did this?

Well, sir, you see...
well, to tell you
the truth...

His name's Bullwhip Griffin,

and you oughta see him wrestle
a grizzly bear sometime.

Master Jack!

[ Crowd murmuring ]

Bullwhip,
my name is Sam Trimble.

How do you do, sir?

[ Coughs ]

I'm the owner of the
lucky nugget saloon.

Oh, I'm honored, sir.

I'll make you an offer.

I guarantee a $2,000 purse.

You take on the Mountain Ox

for the bare-knuckle
championship of San Francisco.

Winner take all.

[ Cheering ]

My friends...

My friends...

I am most flattered
and I do thank you,

but it is impossible,

as my partners and I
must leave for
the gold field immediately.

Aww!

[ Lively music plays ]

He'll be back,

and more willing
to listen to reason

after he's tramped up
enough hills

and missed enough meals.

[ Gunfire, shouting ]

[ Hispanic accent ]
How many want to live?

Hold up your hands, please!

Now!

Please do not complain.

The land belong to us.

You come take our gold.

[ Laughs ]
We stop, take yours.

It all come out even, no?

Hey, chico...
[ Speaks Spanish ]

Everybody, come down.

Pronto!

You...

You come out.

Ohh! [ Laughs ]

Turn around.

No funny business!
Get in line!

Judge Higgins!

Yes.

Yes, it is, Jack.

Well, how do you do?

Griffin, I saw you get aboard,

and I was hoping
we might avoid this.

Oh, naturally.

Uh, please, senores,

first we take care
of our business,

then you can talk.

Oh!

Hey, chico, the ring!

Come on.

[ Laughs ]

[ Thanks in Spanish ]

You are most kind.

Now to please take off
your coats.

Why would he want us to do that?

Move!

In the lining is a good place
to hide the extra gold coins.

[ Laughing ]
I have learned that trick.

No, sir. No, sir.

I have given you my gold,
you have taken my watch,

but I refuse to give up my coat.

You will have to shoot me first.

You make up that rule,
senor, not me,

but I will do anything
to make you happy.

Uh...

[ Grunting ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Greets in Spanish ]

[ Thanks in Spanish ]

You have been, how you say,
most generous.

Goodbye!

[ Shouting ]

[ Gunfire ]

Oh, now, that is marvelous,
absolutely marvelous.

Oh, do stop that?!

Stop what?

What you're doing.

Oh, by the by,

it is fortunate that fellow
did not blow your head off.

I believe Mr. Bartlett
has a prior claim

to that privilege.

You mean because of the map?

I now demand
that you hand it over...

immediately.

You do?

We're partners
with Mr. Bartlett.

The reason I didn't
want to give up my coat
to that bandido...

I had the map
sewn into the lining.

And as your friend Bartlett
might have said,

"there's the humor of it."

I don't think it's very funny.

Neither do I.

You don't?

The two of you working
your passage all those months,

and the infinite pains
I took to get it,

and now we lose it to a bandit

who doesn't even know
he's got it!

[ Chuckling angrily ]

Come on, you'll get used to
things like this.

Oh, will I?

Will you please hand down
our packs?

Right there, sir.

The lad and I
will not continue the journey

as we have no gold.

We have no heavy coats
to keep us warm.

Thank you, sir.

It would be foolish
for us to continue.

Good day.

Are you ready?
Press on.

I don't see why we
couldn't have gone
on anyhow.

Shh.

I do not think those bandidos
will ride very far

with an unwieldy bundle
of jackets.

And if they're just feeling
around for hidden coins...

They may not detect the map.

Come on.

All right, let's get aboard.
Get that door closed.

No, wait.

Toss it down.

That's my bag right there.

Toss it down quickly!

Oh, I have a very
important engagement.

Ha! Ya!

It is.

Oh, see.

Look! Look!

[ Laughing ]

There we go.

Why, splendid, Griffin.

Oh, splendid.

Oh, I'll take that now,
thank you.

Strange, isn't it,
how our paths
continue to cross.

Oh, I won't trouble you
to help me into it.

Just toss it up gently.

No, sir, I refuse
to give you the coat.

You'll have to shoot me first.

No, don't shoot!

Toss up the coat.

Oh, I have no doubt that you
are a scoundrel, Higgins.

But you're certainly
not the type

who would shoot an unarmed man.

Well, that is purely
a personal opinion
on your part.

You're certainly not the kind

who would shoot
an unarmed man
in the back.

Shall we go?

Sir!
My back was turned!

Shall I count to three?

One...

Two...

Wait!

No, Master Jack, wait!

Throw, Jack!

[ Laughing ]

Oh, smart boy, Jack.

And if I may once again quote
your friend Bartlett,

"Parting is such
sweet sorrow."

Or as he might remind you,

"The path is smooth
that leadeth on to danger."

And I assure you, sir,
our paths will cross again!

Our pa... [ Laughing ]

♪ Going From Camp To Camp ♪

♪ They Searched
For old Judge Higgins ♪

♪ Who Kept Himself
So cleverly disguised ♪

♪ Their Quest
Would not be through ♪

♪ Until They
Followed every clue ♪

♪ And Every Clue
Was promptly utilized ♪

Let's ask him.

Excuse me, sir.

Sir.

We wanted to ask if
perhaps you had seen
a rather large man.

His name is Higgins,
Judge Higgins.

Uh-huh.

He went through hangtown
headed this way.

[ Speaks foreign language ]

Maybe we should go ask
some others.

Very well.

MAN:
You're just wasting your time.

And just what makes you
say that, sir?

Don't none of 'em talk English.

You all want a dish of chow?

Just go in and help yourself.

I always do,
every time I pass by.

Don't they mind?

Well, now,
they ain't never said.

At least wise not so that
I could understand 'em.

Oh, yes.

Well, I'm afraid
we must be on our way.

Hold on now.

This man you're looking for,

he sounds like old cut-eye
up at shirttail camp.

The only trouble is,
he is a dentist.

He ain't no judge.

Well, uh, are you sure?

Did you meet him?

Meet him?!

Well, I was the first one
he ever pulled a tooth for

after he come up to shirttail.

He got me all hooched up
so's I wouldn't feel nothing.

Look here.

Oh!

Ornery skunk
pulled every tooth
that had any gold in it.

We thank you, sir,
for the information.

Good day.

[ Both laughing ]

[ Men shouting ]

MAN: Just get it over with!

It's Judge Higgins
they're hanging!

I demand to be heard
and I will be heard!

Open your mouth.

In. Inside.

Wait!

Please, wait!

Oh, we've come 50 miles,
50 miles!

We must use your dentist
before you hang him!

[ Groans ]

It looks to me
like a compound infection

of an abscessed root.
Come closer.

Open your mouth.

No, he can't do that!

He can't?

The air, the air.
It's very bad on the tooth.

Oh. Oh, yes.
Yes, yes!

The air, yes.

[ Groaning ]

Don't touch him!

A thing like that
could be fatal
to a boy his age

if he isn't treated immediately.

We gotta do something.

We can't let that poor boy
suffer.

Please, please,
you must do something

to help this poor lad.

All right, boys,

old cut-eye
had been duly tried
by miners' court

and found guilty of thievery
and sentenced to be hung.

However, this one time

we gonna temper justice
with mercy.

We gonna let you
live long enough

to pull this
suffering boy's tooth.

Why, you'll never
regret it, sir.

Thank you, sir.
Oh, thank you.

[ Groaning ]

I was never so happy to see
anyone in my whole life.

[ Groans ]
Do you still have the map?

It's where nobody will find it
in a hundred years.

Why don't you tell us
where it is?

It won't do you any good
after they hang you.

Get me out of this alive,
and I promise you,

the map is yours.

You are ridiculous!

How can we possibly
do a thing like that?

They'd shoot us all.

Just give me your word
that you'll do what you can.

Come along, Master Jack.

I have it...

tell them
I can't pull the boy's tooth

until the swelling goes down.

It'll take several days.

You...

Give us the map first,

and I promise we'll do
everything we can to help you.

You promise?

I promise.

You said it was where
nobody would find it.

That's the first place
we would've looked.

Not if I had been buried
with my coat on.

[ Laughs ]
That's very good.

Ooh!

Oh, look!

Th-th-this map
is no earthly good!

The most important part
is missing!

The end of the trail,

shot away by that insolent
varmint who held up the stage.

But you gave me your word
to do everything you can.

We won't do anything!

Master Jack.

Quite right.

Wait, Bullwhip, he tricked us!

Nevertheless, a gentleman
does not go back on his word.

Get away from that window, son!

Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

Now, you simply must wait
until another dentist arrives.

But he been convicted!

He gotta be hung.

Have you ever been awakened
in the middle of the night

by an excruciating toothache?

One that throbs and pounds

like a thousand hot knives
jabbing and searing

until you can feel it
down to your toenails?

It could happen tonight.

Yes, it could.

Yes, to you.

Or you.

And you.

It could happen
to any one of you!

Ah, but how will you
feel then, tonight,

when you have hanged

the only available dentist
this morning?

But for the time being,

he's worth more alive to us
than he is dead.

But he's gonna be under guard
every minute,

and we gonna get on
with the hanging

just as soon as
another dentist shows up.

Oh, and one thing more.

As head of the
miners' committee,

I'm ordering you and that boy
to get his grave dug.

Have it ready and waiting...

a kindly reminder to him
that we mean business.

Oh.

Dig her plenty deep, too.

We're gonna get rid of
that crook once and for all.

Know what I thought was nice
about Bullwhip Brannigan?

Towards the end of the book,
after he built his rock house

and married
the Indian princess...

Indian princess?

Huh.

He told Tom Wingate,

"No matter where you travel
in this life,

you'll always have a home
to come back to...

here, with us."

Bullwhip,
why don't you get married?

Well, Master Jack,
for one thing,

I never happened to meet
an Indian princess.

It wouldn't have to be that.

What about Arabella?

Oh, now, really, Master Jack!

Now, you shouldn't talk
like that.

That is not proper.
She's a lady.

You like her, don't you?

That is not the question.

You're always peeking
sideways at her picture.

Please, Master Jack.

She always carries
the locket you gave her

when she was in the sixth grade.

I just thought
it would make us
brothers-in-law.

And then if you and Arabella
had a house...

Oh, look!

L-l-l-l-l-look here!

Do you think
it's the mother lode?

Oh, well, you know, now,
it could be, Jack.

It certainly could be!
Look at that!

It's the first time
you ever called me Jack,

not Master Jack.

We're partners!

That is gold!

Gold! Nuggets!

Look! Ooh!

[ Laughing ]
Oh, it is, it is!

Look at that, look!

Oh, we have to get word
to Sutter's Fort.

We have to alert
Mr. Bartlett.

Oh, look!

Oh, we're going to be so rich!

Oh!

Stop... don't... careful.

Listen, you promised
to keep me alive

until another dentist showed up.

Well, we just found out,
old Bixby there,

he can pull teeth.

Why, he's no certified dentist.

Well, he's pulled teeth before.

He can do it again if he has to.

Let's get on with it.

You're gonna trust your teeth
with Bixby?

Cut-eye, I don't know what
you're stewin' about.

You ain't gonna need
no dentist,
not where you're goin'.

MAN: Big strike!

Man and a boy
was diggin' a grave,

hit a vein of pure gold!

[ Cheering ]

MAN: Let's get up there,
fellas!

Whoa. Whoooa.

Come on! Gold!

Come on, Pete.

Hold it.

Pete. Pete!

Pete.

D-d-don't go.

D-d-d-don't let loose.

He... he... he...
he'll be all right.

He's used to this.
Don't worry.

Ohhh, boy.

Ohhh.

[ Whinnying ]

Aaaah!

Aah!

Help!

Somebody, help!

[ Grunting ]

♪ Sailing Up Through
The golden gate
came Arabella ♪

♪ Of Whom
We momentarily lost track ♪

♪ At Once It Must Be Told
She did not search for gold ♪

♪ But To Find Her Butler
And dear brother Jack ♪

Thank you.

Oh!

Permit me if you will.

My name is Sam Trimble,

merchant and civic leader
at your service.

[ Men laughing and cheering ]

As one who appreciates
the pulchritude and charm

that is so rare
in our young city,

may I say,
"Welcome to San Francisco."

Thank you.

May I ask what brings such
a lovely young lady all alone

to a place like this?

Well, I'm not really all alone.

My brother is here.

Oh, big brother?

Little brother
12 years old.
Our butler is with him.

Gold seekers?

Yes.

Boys, bring those things inside.

There's no point
in staying out here

in the wet and cold.

And we'll have to figure out
a place for you to stay,

a respectable place.

But I'm afraid there
aren't too many of them.

Isn't there a hotel?

Yes, but you wouldn't want
to spend $20 or $30 a night.

There's no telling
when they'll be back.

If the rains ease off,
they may stay in the hills

two or three more months.

♪ Winter Had Blown
Its icy breath ♪

♪ Into The Mountains ♪

♪ The Miners
Could not tolerate the cold ♪

♪ Their Tools Were Strewn About
When all their claims
gave out ♪

♪ And The Gold Rush
At last rushed out of gold ♪

♪ Bullwhip, Bullwhip ♪

♪ Bullwhip Griffin ♪

♪ As Homeward
Their recollections roam ♪

♪ Onboard And Afloat,
Downriver by boat ♪

♪ Upon Their Journey
Back Home ♪

Ah, remember the first time

we saw the lights
of San Francisco?

I sure do.

Right after that was when
Judge Higgins stole the map.

There's a lesson to remember.

He was the one

with all the clever,
crooked, cunning schemes,

and yet you,
Mr. Bartlett, and I,

we are the ones to end up
with all the gold.

Come along.

We'll be docking very soon.

I think we should put
our things together.

Oh, and one other thing.

There is no advantage
to wearing a money belt

if you keep letting
everybody know
you've got it.

[ Nasally ]
Passenger Griffin!

Eric Griffin,

report to the Captain
in the wheelhouse...

Immediately!

Well, now,
that is most peculiar.

I wonder what the Captain
wants with me.

Excuse me, sir,

did you see somebody
just pass by this way?

[ Imitates speaking Chinese ]

Oh, yes, well,
you go back... all right!

You go to our cabin,

and I'll see
what the Captain wants.

[ Muffled screaming ]

Shh!

Judge Higgins!

[ Imitates speaking Chinese ]

[ Muffled screaming ]

I'm gonna have to ask
a little favor of you, boy.

Now give me your word
you won't call out

or try to run away now.

[ Muffled screaming ]

Look, I don't wanna
hurt you, boy!

Now, we've been good friends,
remember?

Besides, I'm very grateful
to you and Griffin

for excavating my share
of the gold
and transporting it

down from the hills.

Now, you listen, Jack.
Listen carefully.

It's a very fine point
of the law,

but a man's grave is his castle.

Did you know?

No, sir.

Well, it is.

A man's grave is his castle.

If you find gold in my grave,
well, it's no more than right

that I should share
in part of it, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

You're a smart boy, Jack.

I knew you'd see it my way

if I explained it
clearly to you.

Now, you understand, of course,

that I'm gonna have to
gag you and tie you up,

but we're still friends,
aren't we?

[ Grunts ]

Help, somebody!
Help me!

Help me, somebody!
Help me!

Help me! Bullwhip!

Help me! Help me!

Bullwhip, help!

Somebody, help me!

Jack, what's the matter?
Jack?

Help!

Thank you.

MAN: Man overboard!
Throw the line!

Two men overboard!

Bullwhip, the gold.

It's all right. [ Coughs ]

It was Judge Higgins.

He was after me.

Higgins!

Steady now.
Steady on those lines.

Pull.

Easy now.

Steady.

That's it.

Steady.

Easy now.

Give me your hand, son.

Easy now.

Come on, up we go.

Easy. There we go.

Let me have that blanket.

Keep you warm, son.

There's a big man
dressed like a c-c-coolie,

but he's Judge Higgins,
and he tried to rob me.

Round up all the coolies
and take 'em
to the wheelhouse.

Break it up!
Back to your cabins!

We'll be docking pretty soon.

[ Bell rings ]

It's not fair.
It isn't.

Everything gone,
after all we've
been through.

It's all my fault.

Come on now.

That's silly.

Come on, buck up.

After all, we are
still in California.

And there's still enough gold

for all those
who know how to get it.

Fortunately,
we did not lose
our scissors.

All right, boys,
here's your chance.

The Robert Emmet
leaving for New York.

Howdy, neighbors.
Where are you boys from?

Charleston? Savannah?
New York?

Boston. Why?

You gentlemen really are
in the very best of luck.

I can book you passage
on the Robert Emmet,

leaving in just two days!

Just step into the office,
I'll arrange for the passage.

We got the tickets...

Will you wait?

At the moment,
we are hardly prepared...

$250 each,

you can't beat
a price like that
direct to Boston.

That's quite a few haircuts.

Therefore, we had better waste
no time in finding a barrel

and setting up shop.

Thank you, good evening.

"Haircuts... 50 cents"?

Absolutely impossible.

No waiting, gentlemen.
Step right inside.

50 cents?
It used to be $15.

Well, times have changed, boy.

Thousands of men
flocking into town,

willing to do anything
just for the price of
a square meal.

I'm telling you the truth.

I'll make it 35 cents
for each of you.

I'm hungry.

Yes.

Oh, well.
[ Chuckles ]

Think about something else.

But how can I when I'm hungry?

Oh, well, concentrate
your thoughts on...

What would happen
if we went in,
ate our fill,

and then couldn't pay?

We would be thrown out,
and none too gently.

Step inside, gents.

I'm game if you are.

We shall risk the consequences.

MAN: All right, gents.

Where else
but in the Lucky Nugget

can you get the best steaks
west of the Mississippi?

See the dancing girls
and hear the Boston belle.

All right, now.
Step right up, gents.

Come on, Griffin.

Wait.

[ Whistles ]

If we are going to be
thrown out,

at least let it be
from the best place
in town.

Hear the only piano
in San Francisco!

And listen,
listen to the voice
of the Boston belle!

Come on, everybody!

The best show in San Francisco.

Move right on to the inside.

All right, gentlemen,
come right on in.

[ Men shouting ]

Aaah!

They ate big meal inside.

Run up a big bill...

Maybe we'd better go
to the other place.

We will not.
Come along.

Let me through!

I'll throw you out!

Will you let us through,
please, sir?

Will you please...

Ah, Bullwhip!

I wait a long time.

You come back.

Now I fix things good.

I am not aware of anything
that requires fixing.

Ha.

[ Laughter ]

That's the great
Bullwhip Griffin.

I seen him knock out
the Mountain Ox

with his open hand.

Why...

Fight, fight, fight!

You better leave him alone.

This time
he might close his fist.

Jack!

[ Laughter ]

All right, Bullwhip...

Close your fist,

and show everybody
how you knock out Mountain Ox.

Go ahead, hit me.

Please hit me.

Oh.

You do rather tempt one.

Wait, hold it!

Ox, how many times
have I told you

to stay out of trouble
and quit fighting?

Now, I'm not gonna
tell you again!

All right, you two, get out...

Bullwhip?

Yeah.

When did you get back?

Oh, just now.

Everybody,
Bullwhip Griffin is back!

[ Cheering ]

Bullwhip, don't fight him here.

Don't hit him,
don't even touch him.

[ Jeering ]

Aw, gee, boss.

Everybody say
Bullwhip knock out
Mountain Ox with one hand,

not even closed fist.

Now you say, "Don't fight."

You break Mountain Ox's heart.

[ Crowd murmurs ]

There are men who would pay
thousands of dollars

to see this fight.

Thousands of dollars,
you understand?

Yeah, boss.

Go back inside and have a drink.

Everybody, the drinks
are on the house!

[ Cheering ]

You know, as I said
the last time
you were here,

I'm still willing to guarantee
a $2,000 purse,

winner take all.

Oh, well, naturally,
one must discuss that...

we can't think
on an empty stomach.

Of course not, of course not.

I'll set you up
a nice juicy steak dinner,

and then we'll talk.

It is a bit past our dinnertime.

Good! I'll get
a table ready.

[ Chuckles ]

Now I wish you really were
Bullwhip Brannigan

so then you could go ahead
and fight the Mountain Ox.

Boy, that would serve him right.

[ Up-tempo version
of "California gold" plays ]

Jack, this is not
a proper place
for a boy of your age,

and you certainly should
not display such an interest

in, uh, the ladies
who perform here.

[ Cheering and applause ]

And now, gentlemen,
the moment you have awaited.

Presenting the Boston belle!

[ Cheering and applause ]

[ Piano music plays ]

♪ The Nights Are Bright
In San Francisco ♪

♪ They're Just As Bright
As gay Paris ♪

♪ Because The Girls
Of San Francisco ♪

♪ Do The Dance
That you've all come to see ♪

♪ So If You're New
To San Francisco ♪

♪ And Want Some
Hometown hospitality ♪

♪ Just Pull Up A Chair, Boys,
You're welcome to stare ♪

♪ But Open Your Pokes, Boys,
And pay for the fare... ♪

Jack, you must not do that!

Griffin, it's Arabella singing.

♪ ...So Pull Up A Chair, Boys,
You're welcome to stare ♪

♪ But Open Your Pokes, Boys,
And pay for the fare ♪

♪ The Girls Of San Francisco
Will treat you right ♪

♪ At The Lucky Nugget Tonight ♪

ALL: ♪The Nights
Are bright in San Francisco ♪

♪ They're Just As Bright... ♪

Arabella, look over here!

Jack!

Jack! Oh!

Let me look at you!

We found a whole bunch of gold,

but we lost it
when I fell in the bay.

Griffin!

Oh, Griffin,
you look so different!

You're tan.

And I don't think I've ever
seen you without a tie!

Miss Arabella,
you should not
be here alone...

not in a wild town
like San Francisco,

and certainly not in a saloon.

I'm with you and Jack.

And as for singing
in a saloon,
I love it.

Gosh, but you look pretty,
and you sing good, too.

Now wait a minute!

The steam ship Robert Emmet,

it leaves in two days
for Boston,

and you are going to be on it.

Well, well, well, Arabella.

I see you've found your butler
and your brother.

I'm very happy for you.

However, the world
cannot stand still.

You have another number to sing.

You two wait right here, huh.

Maestro.

♪ Last Night I Was Whirling
'Round the floor ♪

♪ With A Lot Of
Handsome Fellows
I had never met before ♪

♪ Then Abruptly
Someone stole a kiss ♪

♪ I Couldn't See
Who it could be ♪

♪ But I Can Tell You This ♪

♪ If You Would ♪

♪ Kiss Me Again,
You, whoever you are ♪

♪ Hold Me Again,
You, whoever you are ♪

♪ Never Again
Would I let you get far ♪

♪ From Your Lovin' Mama,
Whoever you are ♪

♪ So If You're Fat Or You're
Skinny, you're tiny or tall ♪

♪ You Come From Virginny,
St. Lou or St. Paul ♪

♪ Come Out, Come Out
From wherever you are ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm Yours Forever,
Whoever you are ♪

[ Cheering, whistling ]

Bullwhip, how are you
gonna get the money

for Arabella's boat ticket?

The day after tomorrow,

Miss Arabella and you
are going to be on
that ship.

♪ ...Yours Forever ♪

♪ Or Maybe Yours Forever ♪

♪ Yours Forever ♪

♪ Oh, Baby ♪

♪ Yours Forever ♪

♪ Whoever ♪

♪ Whoever You Are ♪

[ Cheering and applause ]

Well, Bullwhip,
what about my offer?

One question.

If I agree to fight
the Mountain Ox,

will you give me $1,000
cash advance immediately?

No, Bullwhip, don't do it!

We find it makes
a better fight
winner take all.

Oh, a better fight?

We haven't agreed there's
even going to be a fight.

If you are reluctant,
it really doesn't matter.

Wait a minute.
Let's not quarrel over it.

Joe.

It's a gentlemen's agreement.

You will fight the Ox,
let me set the time
and place.

Oh, well, I'd need a place
to train, a place to stay.

That's no problem.

There's a little room next
to the stables at my hacienda.

Why don't you tell Mr. Trimble

how you knocked out
the Mountain Ox?

Mr. Trimble is not interested
in technique.

All Mr. Trimble wants
is a match, right?

Right.

Hey, Sam.

Bullwhip, are you
out of your mind?

Oh, possibly.

You can't pull
that loaded-glove trick

in a bare-knuckle fight.

That is not important.

You wanna get yourself killed?

[ Drumroll ]

May I have your attention,
please?

An important announcement.

I'm very happy to announce
that the fight of the year

will take place here
at the Lucky Nugget saloon

one week from tonight!

[ Cheering and applause ]

A boxing match...

no, gentlemen, a grudge fight...

for the bare-knuckle
championship of San Francisco

between the present undisputed
champion, the Mountain Ox...

[ Cheering and booing ]

...Facing the challenger,

the only man
who has ever
knocked out the Ox,

the legendary
and much-talked-about

Bullwhip Griffin!

[ Cheering and applause ]

Now, tickets go on sale tomorrow

for those of you
who can afford them.

And those of you
with heavy pokes,

if you want to sign up now,
go over to the bar.

We'll save some good seats
for you.

Bullwhip Griffin?

Do you have even the remotest
idea of what you are doing?

I have seen the Mountain Ox
take three men

twice the size that you are,
and destroy them.

He's doing it for money
to send us home.

He doesn't care
what happens to him.

I wouldn't take that,
that's blood money.

What do you think I am?

I know what you are.

You are a lady,

and you don't belong
in a place like this.

And neither do you.

Come along.

Come on!

And then he took the glove
filled with gold,

and he swung it...
swung it like a blackjack.

My brother Jack told me
the whole story last night.

That shifty little shyster.

He had everybody fooled,
even the poor Ox.

He never suspected anything.

So you see, Sam,
you've got to call it off.

But it really doesn't matter.

It may not be much of a fight,

it probably won't last too long,

but they can't say
it's my fault.

Sam, he's not a fighter,
he's a butler.

He could get killed.

What are you
getting steamed up about?

Why do you need a butler?

Here's your money back.

Call the whole thing off.

Call it off?
Are you serious?

You and I are in a position
to make some shrewd bets.

We know something
that those men
out there don't know.

Suppose I go out there

and tell them
the same story I told you?

I wouldn't do that.

Because then they
wouldn't place their bets.

I imagine
they wouldn't even
buy tickets.

They'd be too busy
stringing up your little
butler by the neck.

Honey...

A lot of bets have been made.

They'd lynch him before sundown.

You better think of something,
Sam, or I quit.

Now wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Uh, look, I'll have the Ox
go easy on him.

You know better than that.

Once the big Ox gets wound up,
there'll be no stopping him.

He'd beat Griffin to a pulp.

Then why don't you stay with me?

It's a lot more fun
to be on the winning side.

You are a beast!

Maybe so, but remember,
I'm still your friend,

and if you ever want
your job back...

Yow!

I always thought you were
real smart about everything,

but this doesn't seem
very smart to me.

Master Jack,
now I have a feeling

that brute force
is not always decisive.

I shall endeavor
to combine agility

with a certain basic knowledge
of fisticuffs.

I once read "the gentleman's
guide to boxing."

All he'll have to do
is land just one blow.

Griffin!

Griffin, Jack, I quit my job,

and I sent word to the Captain
of the Robert Emmet

to hold places onboard
for us tonight.

I'm so glad you've come
to your senses.

Yes, well, three places.

There's more than enough here
for the three of us.

We could sneak onboard tonight

and we'd be out to sea before
anyone realized you were gone.

Miss Arabella, I couldn't
do a thing like that.

I've given my word.

To Sam Trimble?

Why, he'd double-cross
himself.

Even so.

Wouldn't you
rather break your word

than have somebody
break your neck?

Well, I am going right down
and book two passages.

You can book as many as you like

'cause I shan't be aboard
when it sails.

Neither will I.

Oh, dear.

Well, look, even if you are
going to stay here, you two,

you're going to need this
to live on.

You go out
and get yourself killed

and we sit around
and spend your money?

You have quit your job.

But I can get my job back.

I will not have you
singing in a saloon.

I will not permit it!

You will not permit it?

Nor do I wish you to associate
with Sam Trimble.

The way he looks at you!

Well, for your information,
I like the way he looks at me.

Master Jack.

[ High-pitched beeping ]

Griffin is jealous!

Well, since you insist on
going through with this fight,

I guess we're all in it
together.

Hmm.

All right, gents,
you all heard
what Sam Trimble said.

He's given 20 to 1...
20 to 1, mind you...

on the Mountain Ox to win.

Joe, this is
the new bookkeeper
I hired to give you a hand.

Start with those pokes.

Weigh 'em out, will you?

And then put 'em in the safe.

Don't you worry.

I will take care of everything.

Gents, gents,
where's your
sporting blood?

Come on,
get out those
heavy pokes.

I'm offering 30 to 1
on the Mountain Ox to win.

Come on!

That's it.

Let's get that money out,
come on.

I sure hope the Mountain Ox
would rather dance than fight.

Very good!

Oh!

Ohh!

You know,
I haven't quite figured out

how I am going to win merely
by staying out of his way.

Let's just concentrate

on how you're going to survive.

The first thing
I'm going to do
after this is over

is buy three tickets to Boston.

Your best chance with the big Ox

is to get him angry
so that he loses his temper,

and then he goes berserk.

I've seen a sample.

Now, I'll be the Mountain Ox.

Ready?

Yeah.

[ Both grunting ]

Mr. Bartlett!

Hey, wait till Bullwhip
sees you!

Oh, just a moment, dear lad.

They hold the stage,
let them play out the play.

You didn't hear about what
happened to us, did you,

coming back
from the gold fields?

No, but let us exchange
such tales as we have

within the shadows
of this rampart

whilst observing
young gladiators.

Aha!

Whoa!

So this is all we wound up with,

but I'm sure Bullwhip
will let you have
1/3 of it.

Well, thank you,
but by a happy circumstance,

while being pursued
by a grizzly bear,

a great hairy beast,

I per chanced to stumble
into a deep hole.

And upon striking the bottom,

struck upon a bed
of golden nuggets!

It is not the mother lode
we share among us,

and yet who can gainsay?

Might it not lead
unto equal fortune?

Whooooa!

Me thinks of
David and Goliath,
and at 30-to-1 odds.

Let us take our gold and make
haste to the Lucky Nugget.

But don't you want to talk
to Bullwhip and meet Arabella?

There is a tide in the
affairs of man, which,

taken at the flood,
leads on to fortune.

Now let us not tarry
until the tide has turned.

[ Both grunting ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Grunts ]

Oh, Bullwhip.

[Bugle Tooting ]

I'm telling you, it'll be
the fight of the year.

Sam, get 'em seated,
and let's get the fight on.

All right, gents,
take your seats.

The fight is going to start
in a while.

[ Drumroll, cheering ]

Knock him out, Bullwhip!

I bet my poke on you!

I got everything I own
ridin' on you, Bullwhip.

You just gotta win!

Good luck, Bullwhip.

I'll lose my shirt
if you don't win.

Those men
who've wagered on me,
they expect me to win.

So does Mr. Bartlett.

He bet all his gold on you,
Bullwhip.

On me? To win?

At 50-to-1 odds.

This tent-saloon,
his gorgeous hacienda,

and all his gold,
he will forfeit to us.

And you know that $1,000?

Master Jack, you didn't.

No, Mr. Bartlett
did it for me.

Oh, well, then.

I shall be forced to trounce
the scoundrel.

[ Cheering and applause ]

[ Jeering ]

Hold it, hold it!

Save it for the fight.

Just one blow
and it'll all be over.

[ Triangle clanging ]

Go get 'em, Bullwhip.

It's gonna be one minute
between rounds,

and the round ends when any part

of anatomy touches the ground

exceptin' the feet.

Now, I don't want
no strangleholds.

[ Booing ]

And no stompin' a man
when he's down.

Now let's have
a good, clean fight,

and let the best man win.

[ Cheering ]

Come on, Bullwhip, get in there.

Get in there, come on!

Now, that was not fair.

You simply must observe

the Marquess
of Queensberry rules.

Huh?

Stop usin' them cuss words.

I said, "A clean fight."

[ Twang! ]

[ Twang! ]

[ Twang! ]

[ Triangle dings ]

JACK: Come on, Bullwhip!

Hit him!

Come on, Bullwhip!

Watch him, Bullwhip!

Stand up to him!

Look behind you, Ox!
Turn around!

[ Thud! ]

Hit him!
Will you hit him?!

Attaboy, Bullwhip!
He can't hurt you!

Come on there, boy!

Make him stand still
so I can hit him!

No rule says he's gotta.

Let's get on with the fight.

[ Booing ]

Ow!

SAM:
Come on, Ox, move in!

A-ya-ya-ya-ya-yaaaa!

All you have to do
is land one good blow!

JACK:
Keep moving, Bullwhip!

Behind you, Ox!

[ Bonk! ]

No, Griffin, no!

Don't stand there!
Move around!

Hit him, you big ox!

How?!

[ Triangle dings ]

You big bully!

The winner of round one...

The Mountain Ox!

[ Booing ]

Water... quick!

We can't let them see
that he's out!

...20... 21... 23...

uh, 22.

22?

22...

I sure hit him, didn't I?

...25... 26...

[Bugle Tooting ]

Ooh!

Don't let him get you mad.

Finish him off this round.

I want to open up the bar.
[ Laughs ]

Dance around,
make him chase you.

He's gotta catch you
to hurt you.

And he's terrified of you.

[ Triangle dings ]

ARABELLA:
Move around, Griffin!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!

Will you quit playing around?
Hit him!

Now! Hit him!

Ox, will you hit him?!

[ Lively piano music plays ]

Yoo-hoo! Oxie-woxie!

[ Laughter ]

You're supposed to be
dancing with...

I mean, fighting with...
Bullwhip, not him!

[ Piano music resumes ]

Why don't you just hit him,
hit him?!

[ Griffin growling ]

[Bullfighting Music plays]

[ Growls ]

[ Laughter ]

Watch it, he's coming back!

Get away, Bullwhip!

You know, there's a lot more
where this came from.

May as well be greedy,
huh, partner?

Aaah!

Stop! Wait for him!

Aaah!

Trip him!

Good idea!

[Bowling Ball hitting pins ]

I didn't mean him!

Come on, Ox, you're not hurt!

The winner of round two...
Bullwhip Griffin!

[ Cheering ]

Let me at him!

Take it easy!

Take it easy, Ox.

Oh, I don't know
if I can run
another mile.

Don't get mad.

Who's mad?!!

Take it easy, Ox,
it's gonna be all right.

Take it easy, huh?

Go get him.
You can do it!

[ Grunting ]

[ Triangle dings ]

JACK: He's in back of you,
Bullwhip!

[ Laughing ]

Ahhh!

SAM: You've got him now!
Hit him!

I got him now.

Ahh ha ha!

You've got him now!
Finish him!

Aaah!

Wait, wait!

It's not over!

Both fighters
has got one minute
to reach his scratch line.

Come on!

Bullwhip, Bullwhip!

Bullwhip, don't just lie there.

Bullwhip, wake up.

You gotta win, you just gotta!

Ox, Ox, come on, get up!

You gotta win or I'm ruined!

21... 22...

23... 24...

25... 26... 27...

28... 29... 30...

Help me get him to his feet.

Oh, Jack, help me lift him.

[ Grunts ]

[Bugle Tooting ]

Whoa!

Come on, Griffin, get up.

...55...
Good heavens!

Good heavens!
...56...

57...

Toe the line, Griffin!

...58... 59...

60!

[ Cheering and applause ]

My good man, were you
looking for this?

The winner...

And new bare-knuckle champion
of San Francisco...

Bullwhip Griffin!

[ Cheering ]

What are we gonna do, boss?

Get the gold out of the safe.

We'll take it out the back way.

Go on!

Where's my gold?!

The bookkeeper!

He stole all the gold!

He's getting away!

Bullwhip... the gold!

That's ours...
part of it, anyway.

Come out of there.

You're gonna fight a fire.

Head for the Lucky Nugget!

Here we go.

Gentlemen... gentlemen...

Judge Higgins!

Let him speak!

Now, use your intelligence.

Do you think I could've run
that fast with all that gold?

What did you do with it?!

It's on the mule.

I strapped it
to the back of the mule.

What are you doing just
sitting there, you big ox?!

The boss says
he's gonna kill me.

Sam Trimble
isn't the boss anymore.

I am.
Start carrying things out.

Sure, boss.

[ Grunting ]

Watch out, it's on fire!

Hey, Bullwhip, Arabella!
Look!

It's all the gold.

Jack!

Good boy!

Well, well, well.

Good, you found the gold.

Uh-uh-uh!

[ Whistles ] Ox!

Come here!

Get me those saddlebags.

You're not my boss
no more, see?!

I don't take no more orders
from you now!

Let him go, Ox.

Aw, boss...

Let him go.

Thank you, my dear.

Remember, I'm still your friend.

And if you ever want your job
back, you just let me know.

[ Chuckles ]

Ox, would you take care
of the mule, please?

Sure, boss.

[ Fire intensifies ]

♪ Over The Flames And Ashes
Bullwhip dreamed a city ♪

♪ Whose Charm All Other Cities
It would dwarf ♪

♪ With Buildings Fireproof
For social dancing
on the roof ♪

♪ And Fishermen
With their own special wharf ♪

♪ There Was A Hill For Nobs ♪

♪ And Streetcars
Pulled by cables ♪

♪ A Golden Bridge
Was also in the plan ♪

♪ Suffice It Now To Say
The city you see today ♪

♪ Was Inspired By The Vision
Of this man ♪

♪ Bullwhip, Bullwhip ♪

♪ Bullwhip Griffin ♪

♪ All San Francisco
Should cheer ♪

♪ And Close Up The Ranks,
Look up, and give thanks ♪

♪ That Bullwhip Griffin
Was here ♪