Frisco Kid

And I said, "You children of sin

"destruction and damnation will follow.

"Yes, there shall come pestilences upon you.

"Yeah, pestilence.

"Beware all of these palaces of sin

- these dens of addiction." - Shut up!

drifting on the foul-smelling sea of life..

Hey, it's your place, why don't you throw him out?

My children, your souls are are right above this evil.

- Let me show you the way. - I'll show you the way.

How about the rest of my crew?

That's the Shanghai Duck's business.

See, I'm paying the most money to my sailors, $250 a piece

and I don't want any dead ones. I wanna get going at dawn.

Lot of ships in the bay.

that would like to get underway.

If everything's so easy to get.

I'll run into the gold field.

Hey, how many are we short? Three?

Now, we're only short two.

- What will it be, sailor? - How much are your rooms?

Come on, Weasel.

- Dollar six pence. - Alright.

Just land?

- Yeah. - What ship?

- North Star. - I sailed on her once.

Three whiskeys.

You quit the ship here?

- Yeah. - Gonna try the gold fields?

I am.

Well, here's to the gold fields.

Oh, sailor.

That's it. Put your arm around me.

That's it. Step up.

'What did you say the name of the place was?'

The Occidental.

Well, for trouble, you went to the right place.

The Shanghai Duck, what a fella.

His own brother sleeps in a room

that's locked to keep him waking up at sea.

He works for Burke. The man who owns the Occidental.

A big fellow with a scar on his face?

Yes. That's Burke.

Him, Slugs, and Duck're partners in the Shanghai business.

And believe me, they got reputation that's gotta

smell like when the tire's out.

What does the Duck look like?

A big fellow with a hook for a right hand.

And believe me, him and the hook

are two things to stay away from.

Not me. I'm gonna cook that Duck's goose.

Well, what's it gonna get you?

More trouble?

Mr. Morgan, why don't you go back to your ship?

The coast is no place for a decent man who has a trade.

You see, here they believe differently.

They think in order to live, you gotta kill the other fella.

You know, we have an old proverb

Too much for me. What does it mean?

It means that

"He who digs a grave for somebody else

usually falls in himself."

Don't you worry about me.

Now that I know the rules, I know how to play.

You mean, It's a case of dog eat dog?

- Yes. - What chance has a puppy got?

Hey, uh..

...how much did you say they'd get for Shanghaiing me?

They've been known to get as high as $250 a man.

And you call yourself a business man?

Why didn't you turn me over to a ship?

I sell merchandise, not men.

Why did you take me in?

Because you needed help, maybe.

Alright, Solly.

I'll make it up to you sometime.

Right now, all I wanna do is meet Slugs Crippen.

Hey, this isn't worth very much to you, is it?

- No, not much. - Uh-huh.

Well..

That's worth just about $250 to me.

Wait a minute, Slugs.

I'm going to North Star. See you later.

Hello, Slugger.

Oh-oh!

Hey, where is Slugs?

He just left for the North Star. Maybe, you can catch him.

Well..

Dog eat dog.

Hey, Slugs!

Slugs!

Hey, Slugs.

- Ahoy! - Ahoy!

What is it?

From Spider Burke's, got two men for you.

- Send 'em up. - Send down the money.

Smart, ain't you?

Yeah.

You are too lucky.

My business to be lucky.

- Not a bad business. - Make your bets, boys.

Don't do it, Morgan. Keep your money.

Money? Look Solly, there's money.

You know, people are crazy to go to the mines

and break their backs there. There's a gold mine right here.

- One hundred. - That's talking to 'em, sailor.

Wait a minute. Let someone else turn it.

Alright.

Belle.

Belle, turn the cards just once for luck.

How will that do?

Oh, you can't get away with this.

- No one asked her to do it. - You're mistaken.

I did.

You wanna make any more bets?

Not in your game.

Make your play, boys.

- You playing? - Playing.

That makes us even.

The sailor that got away from Slugs?

Yeah, the one who got the rope.

Pete said he saw him row the boat ashore and tie it here.

No use looking any more, Spider.

Sluggs is dead or on his way to China.

- But the sailor is still here. - Yeah, and when I find him..

Wait a minute, I'll find him myself.

This is Morra's place. One of the best in the coast.

This one looks much better than the rest of them.

That's the danger. Once let them build up

these places attract our decent people, and our cause is lost.

Ford, as the editor of the Tribune, you have the power

in your hands to clean up this coast.

That's Judge Crawford.

What's he doing here?

Pass the word around he's here and tell everyone to clamp down.

- Make your plays, boys. - Who's the owner around here?

- I am. - How about a job?

Back to your ship, sailor.

Make your plays, boys.

Ahh!

Get him, sailor.

Bet you the Shanghai Duck kills him.

Why not, what you offerin'?

It isn't the first guy that the Duck has killed with his hook.

Can't you do something about this?

You own this place, stop that fight.

Judge, if you think you can stop it, go ahead.

He's killed the Duck.

Here's to the sailor!

'Don't you pay for this, sailor.'

Make way here, make way.

Why don't you get this man to a doctor.

Oh, I'm alright. I don't want any doctor.

That was a rotten attack. I'm glad you came out of it.

- Thanks. - My name's Charles Ford.

I'm the new editor of The Tribune. May I ask your name?

Bat Morgan

Mr. Morgan, you've done San Francisco a service.

If there's anything I can do, I-I'd like to help you.

Thanks very much.

Hurt bad?

Just full of holes as a sieve.

Come on, we'll go to a pharmacy and get you all bandaged up.

What's your name, sailor?

- Bat Morgan. - Morgan, eh?

- Well, you can have that job. - Doin' what?

Whatever you think you can do best.

Alright, I'll be around tomorrow to do it.

That's good enough for me.

- You not gonna work for Morra? - Yes, but not for long.

You mean, just long enough to make a little steak, huh?

No, Solly a big one.

It's good to have the paper come to life again, sir.

Since Mr.Barrat's death, it's been little more than hand bill.

Thank you, Tupper. There's plenty here to give it life.

That is if Ms. Barrat agrees with me.

I'm sure she will, sir.

- Good morning, Tupper. - Good morning Miss

- Is Mr. Ford in? - Yes, Miss.

Oh yes, I see him. Thank you.

Oh, good morning, Ms. Barrat.

Good morning.

You've, uh, you've read my first edition?

Every word of it. I think it's splendid.

Aah, I'm glad to hear that.

You're the first managing editor I've had who wore skirts.

Well, I was a little bit worried that perhaps my editorial policy

might be expected to hide behind them.

No, I want The Tribune to fight.

Well, I think we started pretty good this morning, don't you?

I can't congratulate you on this.

My father was a fighter, Mr. Ford.

He believed that San Francisco could become a great fine city.

But the Barbary Coast was holding back it's progress.

So he fought the coast in the open.

These attacks cost him his life.

We found his body washed up in the bay

with a knife wound in his back.

Yes I know.

I'm tellin' you this so you know