:04:02
...but a new empire for men of vision.
:04:04
Men of vision! I love the fine names
men give each other...
:04:07
...to hide their greed and lust for adventure.
:04:11
I am amazed at your idealism, Col. Cobb.
:04:13
Newspaper men are either drunkards
or idealists, Miss Rutledge.
:04:17
I'm afraid I'm both.
:04:19
However soiled his hands...
:04:20
...the journalist goes staggering
through life with the beacon raised.
:04:23
Beg pardon, but there's not much time
to pay for your clearance papers.
:04:27
Nobody will be allowed off ship until they do.
:04:30
- How much is it?
- $45.
:04:32
Tell the purser I'll settle
before the ship leaves the port.
:04:35
Sorry, but there'll be no going ashore
unless it's paid.
:04:38
Here, young man, you get our luggage
and a boat to take us ashore.
:04:43
Yes, sir, thank you.
:04:45
Thank you, Colonel, I...
:04:47
A paltry sum to unlock the golden gates of
that new empire that lies behind the fog.
:04:53
Miss Rutledge, you'll pardon an old man
for interfering, but I'd like to help you.
:04:57
San Francisco is no place
for so fair a flower as yourself.
:05:00
Thank you for your offer of protection,
Col. Cobb...
:05:03
...but I don't think I shall need it.
:05:05
- Are you ready with the anchor?
- Aye, sir.
:05:08
- Let her go!
- Aye, sir!
:05:13
We're in, Colonel.
:05:15
Boat's alongside, sir. This way.
:05:24
Will you step aside please
and let the lady get in here?
:05:31
Sufferin' snakes! A white woman!
:05:34
How much to take us ashore?
:05:37
- $50 apiece, in advance.
- $50? Why that's outrageous!
:05:42
This is New Year's Eve, folks,
and them's New Year's Eve prices.
:05:46
- I know, but...
- Colonel, it'll be paid when we get ashore.
:05:51
Jumpin' Jehoshaphat! A white woman!