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- [Matt] In 1853,
news that Lola Montez,

dark-eyed international beauty,

was sailing from England
to San Francisco,

created almost as
much excitement

in the woman-starved city as
had the discovery of gold.

Every able-bodied man
who could manage it,

headed for the dock to
greet the glamorous beauty,

for love of whom Kind
Ludwig of Bavaria

had lost his throne.

- As representative
of the press.

I welcome your eyes to
San Francisco, Ms. Montez.

- Just my eyes?

- Well, especially your eyes,

yes, they sparkle
like the dancing sun

on the blue waters
of a Killarney lake.

(giggles)

- I love you.

(crowd cheers)

Help, I am being assassinated.

Oh, I can faint.

- [Man] Give her some air.

Let her get some air.

("The Californians Theme")

- Dear, dear, is
this Ms. Montez?

- Yes, where's her room?

- Suite number eight.

Right this way.

See the bedroom
is right in there.

- What, no flowers?

Where Montez is there
must be flowers.

Get flowers immediately.

- Oh yes, yes, flowers.

Flowers are very expensive
in San Francisco, Ms. Montez.

- Expense is no object.

Fill the room with flowers.

Oh and wait, wait.

Get me a large basket
of rose petals.

Large.

- Just the petals?

- Yes, I bathe in them.

And who are you?

- I am Marshal Matt Wayne.

- Always I attract marshals.

Marshal of France,
Marshal of Austria,

(knocking)

Marshal of...

Enter.

Ah, the journalist.

You have come to
interview me, no?

- Personally, I'd much prefer
to look at you, senora.

But I'm afraid it is my
job to interview you.

That is, of course,
if you have the time.

- Oh, Montez always has
the time for the press.

Come and sit down and talk.
You sit down too, Marshal.

Now, what is it you want to ask?

- Oh, there are many
things actually.

However, my readers
will want to know

all about the King of Bavaria.

- Ludwig, a funny little
man, such humorous whiskers.

But let us not
talk about Ludwig,

let us talk about Montez.

I am not all eyes.

I have other things
to admire, do I not?

- [Jack] Yes, yes,
indeed you do.

- I shall conquer San Francisco.

As I have conquered you.

I shall sing.

I shall dance.

At first, I must
approve of your theater.

- If it doesn't meet
with your approval,

we'll rebuild it, naturally.

- Naturally.

- British reporters
quote you as saying

that you are looking
for an American husband,

is that's true?

- I have married everyone else.

Why not an American?

- What a lucky man.

You know, senora,
I shall envy him

all the days of my life.

(knocking)

- Where shall I put the
rose petals, Ms. Montez?

- In the bathroom, of
course, where else?

- Why do they put rose
petals in the bathroom?

- She bathes in them.

- Oh.

- Thank you very much.

- Gracias.

I must refresh.

Later, perhaps, Marshal, hmm?

- Perhaps.

- And you, you will
write pretty things

about Lola Montez, no?

- Would that I had the words
to do you credit, senora.

- Jack.

- What?

- Oh, good afternoon, senora.

- Good afternoon.

Delores.

Look, such beautiful flowers.

- Expensive too.

And who will pay for them?

Who will pay the hotel bill?

And what shall we eat?

Rose petals?

- I shall find a patron.

I always do.

- The man who greeted
you at the dock?

- Oh no, no.

He's only a journalist,

but the other one.

He is marshal of
all of California.

He is important.

He is rich.

He is handsome.

He shall be mine.

- As a benefactor,
yes, as a husband, no.

Remember that.

- Jack, how come you
were the only journalist

to interview Montez?

- Quite simply, my dear friend,

I merely bribed some
of those incorruptible

policemen of yours to
shoo the others away.

- Fine thing, town's
leading publisher

using his money to
corrupt the police.

- You know, she thinks
that I'm just a reporter,

but she was impressed
by me, Matt.

Did you notice?

- Montez likes
publicity, you know.

- She kissed me.

- Maybe that's because she
doesn't know you're married.

- Whatever made you
bring that up now?

- Where is Martha?

- She's looking after that
confounded sick aunt of hers

for the last month
down in Monterey.

Why do you ask, Matt?

- I'd sure hate to see you
make a fool of yourself, Jack.

- Why is it that single men

are always reminding
married men of their wives

when there's a
pretty girl around?

Hmm?

- San Francisco greets Montez.

So great was the
crush of her admirers,

that she swooned into the arms
of City Marshal Matt Wayne.

I saw you Matt,
and if you ask me,

you looked pretty doggone silly.

- It was quite an honor.

Men have fought duels
to hold the hand

of Lola Montez.

I held all of her.

It's your deal.

- Ah, the so handsome
and so brave marshal,

and your friend?

- Mrs. Fansler, Ms. Montez.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- Won't you be seated?

- Thank you.

McGivern has been showing me
the sights of San Francisco.

- On the contrary,
senora, I've been treating

San Francisco to
the sight of you.

- You are so sweet.

He reminds me of Ludwig.

I have heard about
you Mrs. Fansler.

You are playing poker?

- Yes.

- You will teach
me how to play, no?

- But yes.

- Ah, good.

Then you dial the cards.

- Yes, I'll dial the cards.

- Would you excuse me
for a moment, please?

- Of course.

- No cheating.

- [Lola] 50.

- [Wilma] Make it 100.

- Oh, you have three queens?

- Cover it.

- I will witness you.

- She means she'll see you.

- I know what she means.

She's been doing it all evening.

What have you got?

- I have 20.

- She's got, two, three, four,
five, and six of diamonds.

A little straight flush.

- Good enough.

- I do not want to
embarrass you, Mrs. Fansler,

by refusing the money.

So, I will take it,

and I will give a great big ball

for the elite of San Francisco,

and you, senora, you will
be the guest of honor.

McGivern, your hat, please.

Well, buenas noches.

Buenas noches.

- You did cheat, didn't you?

- I can't understand how
she managed to win so much.

- I can.

She was cheating right back.

Thank you.

- There are no women.

This is cruel, Matt.

They're boycotting
after letting her

think they'd be here.

I'm sorry, Ms. Montez,

I didn't realize
that San Francisco

women were so ungracious.

- You honor me by
coming, Senora Fansler,

but do not be sorry for me.

I know what to do.

One moment, please.

Gentlemen of San Francisco,

I feel so sorry.

I am sorry for all of you that

you have wives who do
not dare to be seen

in the same room
with Lola Montez,

but there is enough of
Montez for all of you.

When you go home to
your ladies tonight,

every one of you
will be able to say

you danced with the daughter
of a Spanish nobleman.

The woman for whom the King
of Bavaria lost his throne.

- Bravo, Senora Montez, bravo!

(clapping)

That was magnificent,
truly magnificent.

Their wives will be
picking those words

out of their teeth
for months to come.

- (whispering) I'm sorry,
Ms. Montez, but your bill.

- I have paid the bill.

- You paid for the rental
of the ballroom, yes,

but nothing else.

- I will pay for
the champagne later.

Please, do not annoy
me with trifles.

- The owner, his
wife rather, insists

that you pay in advance,

or there'll be no
more champagne.

- Please, do not
trouble yourself.

If you'll allow me?

I presume that you
will take my check?

Or do I have to buy this hotel

and throw you out of it?

- I shall, gladly,
accept your check.

- Very well then.

Excuse me.

Come on.

- Judge.

- Excuse me.

- Can I speak to
you, Marshal, alone?

Tell me something, please.

This McGivern, he can
afford to buy a hotel?

- McGivern is more
than a journalist,

he owns the newspaper.

- Ah, I would never have
thought that he is so modest.

And he made his
money publishing?

- He made his
money digging gold.

Running a newspaper
is just a hobby.

- Then, he must be rich,

but not as rich as the
marshal of all of California.

Not as handsome.

You held me in
your arms, Marshal.

Would you not like to kiss me?

- Well, that's a
very attractive idea,

but first you
should know I'm not

the marshal of all California,

just San Francisco.

- What does that matter,
a marshal is a marshal?

- But this is America,

a marshal is a policeman here.

My salary is only $200 a month.

Does make a difference,
doesn't Ms. Montez?

- Mm-hm.

- Or should I say, Ms. Gilbert?

- You call me, Ms. Gilbert?

- Eliza Gilbert,
late of Ireland.

- Montez is not Irish.

Montez is the daughter
of a Spanish nobleman.

Montez is...

How long have you been on to me?

- For some time.

I traveled around quite a bit

before I came here, you know.

- Even Ludwig didn't
know about me.

Why didn't you
tell them in there?

- Because San
Francisco is starved

for excitement and glamor,

and there's nothing
very exciting

or glamorous about
Eliza Gilbert.

- Then you won't tell anybody?

- As far as those men
in there are concerned,

you are the daughter
of a Spanish nobleman.

- You are very gallant
and understanding.

And whether you like it or not,

I am going to kiss you.

- Ms. Montez.

- Mmm?

Oh, yes?

- Will you, please,
come in and help

me dance with your guests?

My feet are killing me.

- Oh, yes, of course.

Later.

- Very friendly woman.

(flamenco guitar music)

(clapping)

- [Aunt Laura]
That's the Bulletin.

Why don't you read your
husband's newspaper?

- My husband is too
modest to print anything

about himself in
his own newspaper,

but the Bulletin does.

And wherever Ms. Montez goes,

John McGivern, wealthy
publisher and family man,

dances attendance on her.

- Does dance attendance
mean what I think it means?

- It means, dear Aunt Laura,

that you'll be getting
better right away.

I'm going to San Francisco.

- You're like a breath
of spring in my arms.

- You dance very well, McGivern.

- Thank you, thank you.

It's been a long time since
I've been to a ball, you know.

I was beginning to think that

I was getting too old
for this sort of thing.

- You'll never be
old, only mature.

- I see.

Yes, I'm mature all right.

- You know, you
remind me of Ludwig.

With whiskers, you would
look just like him.

- Oh, would I?

Well, I'm not quite sure
that I like the comparison.

- What does it matter,
you are both so handsome.

No, don't sit down.

Get me some champagne, please?

- But of course,
will you excuse me?

- Indeed.

- Don't you think
you're spending a little

too much time with Jack?

You do have other
guests, you know.

- Oh, but they do
not own newspapers.

- You're not considering
marrying him?

- Why not? I have to have
a husband to pay my bills

and make me comfortable.

Why should I not consider him,

he is rich?

- He's also married.

- Oh, how very convenient.

- What's convenient about it?

- He shall be my patron.

- And what about his wife?

- In Europe, many patrons
of the arts are married.

It's a cozy arrangement, no?

- Oh yes, very cozy.

- You see, no one will be hurt.

Mrs. McGivern will have him,

he will have the honor
of sponsoring me,

and you, Marshal, you will
have the honor of marrying me.

- Do I take that as a
proposal of marriage?

- Uh-huh.

You are so virile, Marshal.

If only I had met you first.

Ludwig would not
have lost his throne.

- Oh, but I'm not rich.

- Oh, but with the
money I get from him,

I will be able to afford you.

- There are only two
drawbacks to this arrangement.

First, I don't
feel up to becoming

just another notch
on your wedding ring,

and second, you are
to stop poaching

on restricted territory.

- Huh?

And on who's territory
am I poaching?

- Mrs. McGivern's.

- May I introduce
myself, Ms. Montez?

I'm Dwayne Parker.

- How do you do?

- Don't forget our friend
Eliza Gilbert, hmm?

- I hate you.

- Excuse me.

- Won't you sit
down, Mr. Parker?

- It's quite an honor
to meet the most

fascinating woman in the world.

- Yes, I agree with you.

I've traveled all
over the world,

and you are right.

- I hope you won't think
me brash, Ms. Montez,

but I've worshiped
you ever since

you came to San Francisco.

- It is not brash
to worship, Montez,

many people do.

- But I want to be someone
special in your eyes.

Someday, I'm going to buy you
a whole quart of emeralds.

Medium-sized ones, of course.

- No, no, no, I
prefer the large ones.

Tell me Mr. Parker,
you must be very rich

to speak about
emeralds like this.

- Oh, I get along.

- Uh-huh, and you want to
become a patron of the arts?

- If you allow me.

- Well, we will speak
about it tomorrow.

Excuse me.

- You were annoying
Senora Montez, sir?

- On the contrary, we
got along very well.

- Then, why did she
leave in such a hurry?

- Because she saw you coming.

- You are a liar, sir.

- McGivern, what
would your wife think

of this dishonorable
pursuit of yours?

(glass breaking)

That was uncalled for, McGivern!

- Party's over, Dwayne.

- McGivern, you'd
better arm yourself,

'cause the next time we meet,

I'm going to shoot to kill.

- I shall be waiting
for you, sir.

- Must there be more
blood shed over you,

aren't you tired
of running away?

- Oh, don't be stupid, Dolores.

This time, the press
will write about it.

And no matter who wins,

Montez will have
a weatlthy patron.

Buenas noches.

- [Dolores] Buenas noches.

- Martha, what...

How are you?

- I'm fine, Matt.

- When did you get home?

- This morning?

It isn't much of a home though.

Jack's living at
the hotel, you know,

to be near that woman.

- You talked to him?

- Yes, he asked me
for a divorce, Matt.

- Martha, sit down.

What did you say?

- What could I say?

He says he's in love with her.

- Jack's not in love with her.

Jack has just reached the
dangerous age in a man's life.

You were in the country,

and along comes a Lola Montez.

Anyway, it's more than that now.

His life is involved.

- Can't you stop this?

- Not as long as he thinks
he's in love with Montez.

He's wearing a gun and
looking for Parker.

Martha, how did
Jack make it rich?

- In the gold fields.

You know that, Matt.

- And you helped him?

- Well, I was with him.
- Sure you were.

You were there with
a pick and a shovel,

and when claim
jumpers came around,

you were by his side with a gun.

Have you stopped fighting
for what's yours?

What's the matter
have you forgotten

how to use one of these?

- Why Matt, what on
earth are you suggesting?

- He lied to you, Lola.

Dwayne Parker is a gambler

who owns nothing but
the clothes on his back.

- But I do not care about him.

T'was you I loved all the time.

Are you going to kill him?

- If he even comes
close to you again,

I will.

- Oh, how nice.

(knocking)

- May we come in?

- [Lola] Oh, what is this?

- I warned you not to
go too far, Ms. Montez.

This is Mrs. McGivern.

- How do you do?

Will you not sit down?

- What are you
doing here, Martha?

This morning, you
said that you would-

- I said I'd think it over,

and I have.

And now, if you've quite
finished with your meal,

you'd better come
home with me, dear.

- You are very lovely,

but this is ridiculous.

The man is in love with me.

You've heard of the
King of Bavaria, no?

- Jack isn't a king,

and he has no throne to lose,

but he does have a home, and me.

- But I was willing to
have him just as a patron,

but he insists on
being a husband,

what can I do?

- You can let him go.

- Oh no, never.

What Montez gets, Montez keeps.

But you do not have to be hurt.

He has enough money
for both of us.

- It may seem old
fashioned in your eyes,

but I'm still in
love with old fool.

- Well, if you'll both just
listen to me for one moment.

- Oh shut up, Jack.

Nobody's talking to you.

- Yes, do not interfere, Jack.

- Hmm?

- You're very unsophisticated.

As a divorced lady, with
money, in San Francisco

you can have all the
men at your feet.

- What?

Over my dead body she will!

- But I only want one man.

I know he's not the greatest
bargain in the world,

but I'm used to him.

Will you give up my
husband, Ms. Montez?

- No, it is out of the question.

Oh.

- Will you put that
thing down, Martha?!

- Matt, take that away from her.

What kind of a marshal are you?

- Stay where you are, Matt.

- She's got the drop on me.

- What are you doing?

- I think she's
going to shoot you.

- Well, then she will hang.

- They'll pin a medal on her.

This is California,

and claim jumping is
a serious offense.

- But I did not
jump on anything.

- Mrs. McGivern staked out
Jack McGivern years ago.

According to our laws, that
makes him her property,

and you're a claim jumper.

- He is property, McGivern?
- He is a gold mine, isn't he?

- Look, killing me is
not going to make him

love you again.

- It might save his life,

and with you out of the way,

there wouldn't be
anything for him

and Dwayne Parker to fight over.

As Matt said, he is my claim.

What's your
decision, Ms. Montez?

- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

- If you think I
can't use this...

(gun fires)

- Oh, you are very convincing.

You may have your husband.

- No, no, no, no, I
can't let you make

the sacrifice, Lola.

- No, it is no sacrifice.

You are very, very
sweet, McGivern,

but you are not worth dying for.

Go!

- Steady, Mr. Parker!

- I heard you were
alone in here.

I'm sorry, Mrs. McGivern.

- I don't think
you and my husband

have any further reason
to quarrel, Mr. Parker.

- Especially, since
Ms. Montez is leaving

on the boat for
Australia this afternoon.

- Since when?

- We just got word
that they've discovered

gold in Australia.

People are getting
rich there overnight.

You'll love it there.

- Yes, but what right have
you got to deport people?

- I don't know what
you've got on her,

but you can't deport her

if she marries an
American citizen.

Me for instance.

- Martha, can I have that?

Lola, do you want
to tell them why

you left England so hurriedly?

- You know?

- She was charged with bigamy.

Did you ever bother to
divorce your first husband?

- I got tired of him.

Why bother with triviality?

- What about the
second and the third?

- I got more and more tired.

- The boat leaves at five.

- Aren't you going
to kiss Ms. Montez

goodbye for the last time?

- It is a kind and
understanding heart

you have Martha.

- Goodbye. Goodbye, my McGivern.

They will love me in Australia.

I will sing.

I will dance.

I will be queen.

You will not destroy
the legend of Montez?

- Oh no, there's nothing
wrong with Lola Montez.

It's Eliza Gilbert that
sometimes gets out of hand.

Just saying goodbye.

- I'm going to Australia.

- If he kissed me
goodbye like that,

I'd go with you.

- Senora.

- Goodbye.

* California

* Oh, I've traveled here,
I've traveled there *

* I guess I've been
most everywhere *

* But I like where I am today,

* And here is where I'll stay

* Now, one thing I
just can't endure *

* Is being broke
and being poor *

* So, I've come west
to take the cure *

* And here is where I'll stay

* I've come to
California, California *

* There's gold in there
them hills in California *

* I've come to live
where life is best *

* In the golden west

* I'm going to strike
it rich in California *

* California, California

* There's gold in them
there hills in California *