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DRIVER: Hyah! Hyah!

My name is Hardie. Jim Hardie.

This is Wells Fargo's main office in San Francisco.

Hello, Porter. Jim.

Well, you don't look too bad for a man who's been in the sick bed.

I don't feel too bad, either.

Jim is just over a bout with the grippe.

Oh.

Jim, this is Mr. Ward. Houseman Ward.

How do you do, Mr. Hardie? Pleased to meet you.

Mr. Ward is head of Ward's Limited here in town.

The jewelry firm?

You sure got a nice reputation, sir.

Thanks very much. Sit down, Jim.

Thank you.

We got an easy job for you, Jim.

It concerns Mr. Ward. Uh...

Let him tell you about it.

In our business, we get a number

of confidential requests from our clients,

and we try to please them.

This one comes from the Quintus Randolph family.

Ever heard of them?

If they're the lumber people over in Sacramento, I have.

That's right.

Now, are you familiar with the Randolph necklace?

No, sir. Well, it's a family heirloom.

The daughter is getting married.

They asked us to get it in shape before the ceremony.

The necklace itself is at the family home in Sacramento,

but I have a picture of it here.

Now, this large diamond pendant at the end of the necklace was lost.

Another pendant was ordered to replace it.

It was shipped around the Horn to Ward's from New York.

Wells Fargo is delivering it the rest of the way.

That's it there.

Why the special messenger?

Why can't it go right on through Wells Fargo's regular channels?

Well, there are three reasons Mr. Hardie.

First, the Randolph family asked us

to guarantee delivery before the wedding.

Secondly, when you see that diamond,

you'll appreciate the special measures we're taking.

And thirdly, you're to collect $80,000

upon deliver of that diamond.

That'll give you some idea of its size.

When you reach Sacramento, you're to register at the Commercial Hotel,

then wait there until the family contacts you.

Wait? This is to be a surprise to the daughter,

and, apparently, they want to keep her

from finding out about it too early.

I see.

It's in here, you say?

Mind if I have a look at it?

No need totin' around a pig in a poke, you know?

Go right ahead, I don't blame you.

Great day in the mornin'! Whoa! Phew.

Why, I didn't know they grew them that big.

When would you like for me to pick it up?

Right now. You leave on the evening stage.

That'll give you just time to get a bite to eat

and check out of your hotel.

Well, that's mighty nice of you

to give me all that time to get ready.

Sure nice to have met you, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Hardie. Good luck to you.

Thank you.

Good day.

Oh, no. No, you misunderstood me.

This gentleman is expecting me. Weren't you?

You bet. Yeah.

Matter of fact, I was wonderin' what delayed you.

Just a bottle of cooled red wine, please.

My husband will join me. Won't you, dear?

Heh. Certainly.

Thank you, Mister...

Hardie. Jim Hardie.

I know you must think I've lost my mind, Mr. Hardie, but...

may I ask you to do me a big favor?

Somethin' bothering you, ma'am?

I'm in San Francisco just for tonight, and...

Well, it's absolutely ridiculous,

but unescorted females

aren't allowed in most respectable restaurants,

and...

Well, I wanted to eat here, but...

I know it was bold of me,

but I didn't have an escort.

Till you met me, that is.

And you were alone.

Do you mind? No.

No. Glad to have you.

Oh. Thank you.

Oh, no, no. I'll pour.

I like to.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get 'em.

Thank you.

Right.

San Francisco is a pretty wild town for a young girl to be in by herself.

Yes, it is wild.

I've learned to love it already.

There's something new happening every minute.

Of course, I'd heard a lot about the vigilantes

and the fires and the Barbary Coast.

Well, I don't think you'll see much of the vigilantes,

and I hope you don't see much of the Barbary Coast.

But for fires...

you take this hotel here.

It's been burned down three times already.

Matter of fact, you... You see that painting on the wall back there?

Oh, yes. What about it?

Well...

That's the only thing that's left of the original hotel.

Seems like every time it catches on fire,

that's the first thing they grab and run with.

I don't think it's that good a painting, actually.

To your kindness, Mr. Hardie.

Thank you.

But I can't hardly drink to your kindness unless I know your name, can I?

Janet Clayton.

Miss? Mmm.

Well, here's to you, Miss Clayton.

I love a cool drink.

Don't you, Mr. Hardie?

You bet.

Oh!

What am I doing here?

The same thing I'd be doing if I hadn't switched drinks with you.

Mr. Hardie, I don't know what your talking about.

You put Shanghai drops in my drink. Why?

Oh, no. No, you've got it all wrong.

I want the truth.

A man offered me $50 if I...

gave you those drops.

Well, I needed the money. I was stranded here.

He promised you wouldn't be harmed.

What was his name?

He didn't tell me his name.

What did he look like?

Well, he looked...

average.

I see.

Well, I've enjoyed talking with you,

but right now, I must hurry.

Mr. Hardie?

I'm sorry.

I'll bet you are.

I can give you a word of advice for the future.

I'd be a little more careful who I had a drink with.

Good night.

JIM: It was pretty obvious that someone knew

I was carrying the diamond and intended to get it from me.

I kept my guard up on the trip to Sacramento,

but nothing happened.

I reached town and checked into the Commercial Hotel.

After waiting for 24 hours,

nobody in the family had come near me.

Then a message arrived from Mrs. Randolph,

asking me to come to her home this afternoon at 4:00.

Good afternoon. Good afternoon, sir.

I'd like to see Mrs. Randolph.

Mrs. Randolph, sir? Tell her Jim Hardie's here.

Yes, sir. If you'll wait in the parlor, please.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, Mr. Hardie.

Good afternoon.

And should I call you Janet Clayton or...

Mrs. Randolph?

Mrs. Randolph.

I suppose you had a pretty good reason

for puttin' those drops in my drink.

Would you care to tell me what it was?

I'd rather not.

Mr. Hardie...

I...

I have a proposition for you.

I'll give you $5,000

if you will give me the pendant and pretend it was stolen from you.

No one need ever know.

You're a woman of quite a high position, Mrs. Randolph.

Why in heaven's name would you ever try to get away with anything like that?

Because I haven't enough money to pay for it.

But even if you don't, your husband must have.

Mr. Randolph doesn't know the pendant is gone.

He mustn't ever know.

And you're not going to explain.

Now, I've got a pendant to deliver.

And if you haven't the money to pay me for it,

then I've got to go to your husband.

No...

No, Mr. Hardie, please.

You leave me no alternative.

Well, wait. I...

I'll try to explain.

I'm much younger than my husband.

It's my step-daughter that's getting married,

his daughter by his first marriage.

The Randolph necklace is an heirloom.

When Lily gets married next week,

by tradition, the necklace must be given to her.

And the pendant's gone.

Maybe I made a mistake by marrying Mr. Randolph.

He's wealthy, but...

he's not a very understanding man.

My family is poor.

He doesn't consider them his responsibility.

So, you sold the pendant. Yes.

I was hoping to be able to replace it somehow, and...

Well, then suddenly Lily was getting married, and I was trapped.

So I had the duplicate made.

I was hoping I could get it in time for the wedding.

By stealing it.

Well, I know I was wrong, but...

I thought the insurance would cover anybody's loss.

Please, Mr. Hardie,

there must be something you can do to help me.

Well, I can try.

I can talk to your husband, and...

maybe I can get him to accept

some of the responsibility for your family.

Mr. Hardie, wait, I...

I must be the one to talk to my husband.

I guess I should have done it long before this.

It's usually a pretty good idea, ma'am.

If you could just give me some time,

I think maybe he will pay for the pendant.

Just... if you could wait...

Well, certainly, I can wait tonight.

Tomorrow, I'll probably have to

go back to San Francisco.

I'll be at the hotel if you want me.

Thank you.

Good Afternoon, Miss Randolph.

Goodbye, Mr. Hardie.

PHYLLIS: "Mr. Galena",

"Jim Hardie has the pedant."

"He's going back to his hotel..."

"and will be there all night."

All right, where's the diamond?

What diamond?

We know you brought it with you. Where is it?

In my money belt.

Now who sent you?

You broke in here. I can shoot you legally.

No one will ever say a word about it.

Who sent you?

Galena.

John Galena.

That the gambler who's up around Virginia City?

That's right.

He owns a casino downtown.

Where is it?

Center and Maple Street.

All right. Get out, both of you.

JIM: Those bushwhackers had come too close to make me happy.

However, it had started me thinking,

and I figured it was time

for me to have another talk with Mrs. Randolph.

Good evening. Good evening, sir.

I'm Jim Hardie.

I'd like to see Mrs. Randolph.

Mrs. Randolph?

I'm Mr. Randolph, but there is no Mrs. Randolph.

My wife passed away many years ago.

I see.

You sure you're not thinking of my daughter, Phyllis?

Yeah. I think I am. Is she in?

No, I'm not sure where she is.

Would you care to step in and wait?

No, thank you, sir.

I think I know where I might find her.

Good evening, sir. Good evening.

MAN: Place your bets.

MAN: Number 33.

MAN: Place your bets.

Mrs. Randolph.

Mr. Hardie.

We meet again.

We sure do.

What are you doing here?

I want to meet your partner, Galena.

Partner?

Only two people knew I had that pendant...

You and I.

Mr. Hardie, I...

When I got to my hotel later on this evening,

two men, both of them, working for Galena,

jumped me and tried to get the pendant.

I don't see what that has to do with me.

Now, I'm sick of your lyin'.

You've lied to me from the very start.

In the first place you're Miss Randolph, not Mrs. Randolph.

And I want to know what your connection

is with Galena.

All right, Mr. Hardie.

I'll tell you the truth.

I'm the one that's being married this Saturday,

and it is tradition

that I wear the family necklace, only...

I lost the pendant to Mr. Galena playing cards.

Playing cards? You?

I came here one night with some friends of mine.

They're little wild, but they've always been fun.

Anyway, I used to think they were.

I started gambling more regularly,

and I lost more than I could afford, and...

So you put the pendant up as security.

When I realized what I'd done, I was desperate.

I begged Mr. Galena to, please,

just lend it to me for the wedding.

That's when he suggested I order the duplicate.

Well, he made it sound so easy,

and he was going to help me, and...

I-I just got in deeper, deeper...

You probably wouldn't have wound up with either pendant,

if Galena's the kind of a man I think he is.

I've got to get it back, Mr. Hardie.

I've got to get it back.

The wedding is this Saturday.

I just can't face my father.

I can't face him.

You're probably entitled to get it back, I suppose.

You were no doubt, cheated out of it.

What are you going to do?

I'm gonna to try to get your pendant back for you.

Thank you.

Thank you, Mr. Hardie.

You haven't got anything to thank me for yet.

You go on home now. Talk to you later on.

I could stand a drink.

Give the lady a drink.

I don't remember seeing you in here before.

I haven't been in here before.

Wish I could say the same.

What's your name, mister?

You can call me Jim.

You can call me Sarah.

Seems a little quiet in here this evening.

Oh, it usually is pretty quiet out here in front.

There someplace where they got

a little more activity?

Back there.

That's where Galena runs his game for the swells.

I see.

Well, if they got a little action goin',

I wouldn't object to sittin' in.

You know Galena? No.

You don't know him,

you might have trouble getting a chair in the game.

But I know Sarah.

She can get me in.

But I might not be doing you any favor.

It's a high game.

I'll take my chance.

I'll see what I can do.

Sarah said you wanted to sit in.

Well, if there's room, I'd like to.

I don't believe we've met. No, we haven't.

My guests usually know each other.

The name is Jim Hardie.

Sit down, Mr. Hardie.

Thank you.

Bring him a stake.

This is Judge Donovan.

How do you do, sir? Rufus Morgan.

And I'm...

I think I know who you are.

The whites are $10,

reds 100, blues 500.

It'll be $2,000.

What line of work are you in, Mr. Hardie?

Well, it's my job

to try and recover stolen property for my company.

Must be interesting work.

Sometimes.

Break out a fresh deck.

There's no need to do that on my account.

These will be fine.

We ante $10.

Ever up around Virginia City, Mr. Galena?

Your name sounds familiar.

No, I'm afraid you're thinking to somebody else.

I open for 100.

I'll call.

Call. How many cards, Judge?

Three.

I'll take three.

Dealer takes three.

The Galena I knew

got run out of Virginia City and Tombstone,

a few other towns around the West.

Sorry. I came out from the East a few months ago.

Judge?

I bet 200.

I drop out.

Your 200 and 500 more.

I call.

Three little aces.

Well, you certainly had a run on aces tonight, Mr. Galena.

Your deal, Judge.

I wonder, sir, if you'd be interested

in playing for somewhat higher stakes?

What's on your mind?

I'll come right to the point.

I believe you have a mate

to this particular stone.

JIM: Cut you a high card one time.

The high card takes both stones.

Those are high stakes, Mr. Hardie.

They told me you were a gambler.

Bring it out.

It's your deck,

so I'll shuffle.

Cut.

It was to be a cut, sir.

King.

Well... that's too bad.

Had you have cut one deeper,

you could have gotten an ace.

How'd you know?

Just like I know the next one's a jack.

And the next one's a queen.

The next one's a 10.

And so on right through the deck.

It's a marked deck, Judge.

Hold it!

Hey, you, get up off the floor.

And I'll take back my $2,000.

You'll find the chips on the floor.

And, Judge?

You know, a court order will close this place.

Be one drawn tonight.

Shall we leave?

Think my business is finished. After you.

You two, get over there.

JIM: I returned Phyllis Randolph's pendant to her

in time for the wedding.

In return, she gave me a check from her father.

Seems she had finally decided to tell him the truth.

Sacramento and Phyllis Randolph.

I think I'll be glad to get back

to fightin' Comanches where it's peaceful.