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♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, folks.
I'’m the Old Ranger,

with an exciting new story
of real life in the Old West.

Our story today
is about the first,

the most talked about,
the most written about,

yet the least known about
of the early California outlaws.

From his mountain hideout,
he carried on the exploits

that have become part
of our colorful Western lore.

That man was Joaquin Murrieta,

the...

MEN:
Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

[ gunshots ]

Yah!Yah!

Yah!

$10,000? That is
quite a big reward.

Oh, congratulations,
Joaquin.

They raised
the price on your head
from $5,000 to $10,000.

That'’s very flattering.

They are blaming you
for the massacre of
the five miners near Sonora.

Well, naturally.
Even bad weather
is laid at my door.

It is a good thing
that your door
is well hidden

and well protected.

That'’s a lot of money.

And so many people
facing starvation.

[ sighs ]
It must be a great temptation.

Not for ten times 10,000
would one of our people
betray Murrieta.

Did you bring this? Sí.

You did well to bring it.
Here. I'’ll take you
back to town.

Oh, it wouldn'’t be safe
for you to show yourself
in San Lorenzo.

Nobody knows
what I look like.

Most people think
that I have two horns
and a tail.

I will go with you.No, Manuel.

Your hand is practically
a calling card.

If you were recognized
as Three-Fingered Jack,

they would surely know
that he is Murrieta.

I think we should take our men
and go into town

and kill off the gringos.

That is not our way, Manuel.
You know that.

Let'’s go.

I say what I'’ve been saying
right along.

How much more are we gonna take
from Murrieta
and his cutthroats?

How much more than killing
five innocent miners?

I am telling you that now
is the time to get rid

of that murderer
once and for all.

Well, how do you figure
to do that, Joe?

Why, nobody'’s
ever caught up with him

or even knows
what he looks like.

There'’s only
one way to do it.

Instead of wasting time
trying to find
that one cave in 10,000

that Murrieta'’s holed up in,

we go after the people
that give him shelter.

They'’re just as guilty
as he is!

Are you suggesting that
the people of San Lorenzo

attack all
the native-Californians
in town?

Why not?
They got it coming.

Just a minute, Pa.

[ murmuring ]

Look, I knew you were
fired up on the subject,

but I didn'’t think
you'’d get around
to inciting a massacre.

If they clean out peaceable,
there won'’t be no massacre.

Otherwise--Otherwise what?

Otherwise we wipe '’em out! [ chattering ]

Looks like you and your boy
don'’t see eye to eye, Joe.

Him and me
don'’t see eye to eye
on a lot of things.

Look, those people
over on the other side of town
aren'’t bothering anyone.

Hey, you!

If you like
that rabble so much,

why don'’t you go over
to Native Town
and live with '’em?

[ both laughing ]

[ townspeople murmuring ]

Look, it'’s time you realize
that the war with Mexico
is over for nearly two years.

My boy is forgetting
that his brother was killed
in that war.

I'’m not forgetting
anything, Pa.

But he was a soldier
killed by soldiers
in the line of duty.

Now, the people
on the other side of town
didn'’t do it.

How come you'’re always
taking sides against me?

I'’m not taking sides, Pa.

I'’m just trying to stop you
from doing a terrible thing.

[ townspeople gasping,
murmuring ]

[ murmuring continues ]

He has courage.

I wish there were
more like him.

[ dog barking ]

He'’s gotta be
coming out soon.

And if he'’s so much in love
with Native Town,
we'’ll make him a part of it.

[ men chuckling ] [ footsteps approaching ]

Here he comes.

[ dog barking ]

[ horse whinnying, distant ]

[ barking continues ]

What'’s the idea?

[ blows landing ] [ man groaning ]

[ gunshots ]MEN:
Yah!

Yah!Yah!

Yah!

[ chattering ]

[ chattering continues ]

I'’ve seen
this one before.

He'’s a friend.

I'’ll take him to Murrieta.

Visitors are coming,
Joaquin.

The girl, Raquel--
she is driving a wagon.

I think there'’s a man in back.

Well, when they get
to the end of the arroyo,

blindfold the man
and bring them here.

I think there is
no need of a blindfold.

He looks like he'’s dead.

Have I been out long?

Since last night.

Thanks for
the medical attention.Thank Raquel.

She brought you here
this morning
and patched you up.

Thanks, señorita.

Yesterday, I heard you speak
in our defense, Mr. Andrews.

You'’re Joaquin Murrieta.

Mm-hmm.

And you are the son
of that rabble-rouser
in San Lorenzo

who blames me for the murder
of those five miners.

It'’s no secret that I have
an army back in these hills.

Right now
it'’s the biggest army
in California.

If the people of San Lorenzo
try to carry out their threats,
we'’ll have to mobilize,

and I'’m afraid a lot of people
will get hurt,
including your father.

But my father hasn'’t always
been like that.

But when my brother
was killed--

well, Pa took it pretty bad.

He'’s been blaming
all native-Californians
for what'’s happened to his son.

Many of us lost dear ones
in the war, and since.

Not all of us can afford
the luxury of bitterness.

She watched
her father and mother

shot down
by drunken riffraff.

I'’m-- I'm sorry.

Don'’t waste your sympathy,
señor.

It is not an unusual story.

Joaquin himself saw his brother
hanged without a trial.

We'’ll talk again
some other time.

Señorita?

Could I have
a drink of water?

I wanted to thank you again
for helping me.

I would have done the same
for any animal that was hurt.

Well, if you'’re gonna hate me
for something that a lot
of other people have done,

including my own father,

well, then, that makes you
just about as narrow-minded
as he is.

I'’m sorry, señor.

You know,
I was wondering.

Maybe it was the boy'’s brother
who fired the gun
that shot off my fingers.

Sure, Manuel. Sure.

And maybe it was your bullet
that stopped him for good.

Who knows? Sí.

[ laughing ]

You know, I got even with him
pretty fast, huh?

[ laughing ]

I wonder if--

if I could get
to the boy'’s father and, uh,

and try to reason
with him, you know?

There is only one way
to reason with a man like that. [ pats gun ]

If you win,
there are no arguments.

And if you lose?

[ speaks Spanish ]
It is all over.
So what is the difference?

[ snickers ] RAQUEL:
Joaquin?

His bandages
will have to be changed.

It is better
if I stay here a while.

Mmm.

Are you asking me,
or, uh, telling me?

He needs care.

I think, uh, maybe she is sweet
on the young gringo, huh?

[ chuckling ]No!

It is not for that reason
I wish to stay.

No? Perhaps it'’s, uh, Garcia
who is the reason, huh?

[ huffs ][ chuckling ]

[ laughs ]
Ah.

You have my permission.

[ chuckles ]

[ sighs ]

Manuel?¿Sí?

Order 20 men to saddle up
and be ready to leave
first thing in the morning.

Where are we going?

Well, if you can hide your hand,
we are going to San Lorenzo.

To San Lorenzo?
For what?

To, um, kidnap
the boy'’s father.

[ rooster crowing, distant ]

You are becoming more famous
every day, Joaquin.

They raise your price
another $5,000.
It'’s now $15,000.

Life was far less complicated
when I was a poor $100 outlaw.

[ laughing ]

[ whinnying ]

[ sputters ]

[ whinnies softly ]

[ dog barking, distant ]

Manuel? ¿Sí?

[ sighs ]

Be right with ya.

Yes?

I came about your son.

What about him?

Maybe you'’d like to know why
he didn'’t come home last night.

I know why
he didn'’t come home.
He'’s a young fool.

Your boy didn'’t come home
last night

because he was hurt.

Hurt bad?

He'’ll live.

How'’d it happen?

He was beaten up...
by some of your friends,
Mr. Andrews.

What do you mean,
my friends?

Well, some of the people
in that crowd

you were steaming up yesterday
evidently don'’t like

some of the things
your boy stands for.

That was their way
of showing it.

Just because he stood up to me
ain'’t no reason to beat him up.

I don'’t think
the beating he took

hurt him half as much
as your slap in the face.

Where is he?

At my place.
I'’ll take you to him.

I gotta lock up.
Where'’s your place?

It'’s back in the hills.

A mine, or is it,
uh, a ranch?

Neither.

I live in a cave.

Don'’t, uh--
Don'’t do anything foolish.

Uh, did you say something
about, uh, locking up,
Mr. Andrews?

Yes.

Oh, uh, Joe,
where you going?

These are friends of mine.

Friends?

Well, they'’re, um--
They'’re friends of my boy.

The way I hear it,
friends of your boy
are no friends of yours.

Well, they, uh--
they got some land

that I'’m interested in,
and, uh, I'’m going out
to look it over.

I see.
I was just wondering.

!¡Hasta luego, señorSheriff!

Bienvenido.

Where'’s my son?

How'’s your patient?

He'’s better.

I think it is only his heart
that still hurts a little.

Hello, son.

I'’m sorry you got beat up.

Soon as you'’re feeling better,
I'’ll take you home.

I'’m not going home
with you, Pa. Not ever.

Tod, if it'’s about that slap...

I'’m sorry.

You just don'’t understand,
do you?

You never did understand.

Look, don'’t go blaming me
'’cause you got beat up.

If you'’d kept
your fool mouth shut instead
of spouting that nonsense...

If you weren'’t my father,
I suppose I'’d hate you.

But now... I just
feel sorry for you.

What stuff have you
been feeding him?

What have you done
to him?

I? It was you
who did it,
Mr. Andrews.

I don'’t know what
you'’re talking about.Well, it'’s very simple.

Your boy'’s ashamed
that your his father.

That is not true.
Go on, Tod. Tell him.

You'’ve been acting
real brave, Murrieta,

with your whole gang around
to back you up.

Not as brave as you,
Mr. Andrews,

trying to rouse
a whole town

against a handful
of frightened people.

A handful of troublemakers.[ chuckles ]

No wonder you and them
are so close.
Always helping one another.

Them hiding you out.
You giving them gold.

Stolen gold.

Well, I don'’t know
what you plan to do with me,

but someday
someone is gonna get you
and your whole rotten army.

Then San Lorenzo will be
a better place to live.

You'’re not trying
to make San Lorenzo
a better place to live.

You'’re looking for revenge.Well, aren'’t you?

Well, maybe I am,
but not against
innocent people.

You want to get back
at the world, at anyone,

because you lost a son
in the war.

Fancy words!

Too bad they come
from an outlaw.

An outlaw, yes,
but not a criminal.
There is a difference.

Not at the end of a rope!

I'’m sorry
I brought you here,
Mr. Andrews.

I thought when you saw
what your vicious tongue

had done to your own son,

I could reason with you.

But you'’re like
all the bigots
from the beginning of time.

A sick little mind
poisoned by hatred.

Those innocent miners
that you murdered in cold blood

would sure be interested
in hearing Murrieta speak
his piece.

You'’re sure it was Murrieta
who killed them?

I am so sure that I had

the price on your head
raised $5,000!

[ sighs ]

Mr. Andrews...

we are going
for another ride.

[ horse whinnying ]

[ sputtering ]

What do you want?

Just looking around,
if you don'’t mind.

We do mind.
We don'’t haul
with snoopers.

I'’m no snooper.

I figure on doing
a little prospecting.

I just wanted to see how
a successful claim is run.

[ chuckles ]

Have you had it
very long?Long enough.

Get on your horse, mister.
We'’re busy.

Aha! So this is how
it'’s done, huh?

Very interesting.

The "Golden Belle."

Why, isn'’t this the claim
where the owners
were killed recently?

What are you after,
mister?

The men who killed them.

See, I don'’t like people
pinning murder on me.

It can give a man
a bad name.

Murrieta?

That'’s right.

Now, who is going
to be the spokesman?

I'’ll tell you who.

Up, señores. Up, up.

[ laughing ]

[ speaks Spanish ]

You should see maybe
where you will learn, huh?

[ laughing ]

[ laughs ]

[ laughing ]

Now, who'’s the spokesman?

What? No spokesman?

All right, Manuel.
Take over.

Oh, uh,
this is Manuel Garcia.
You may have heard of him.

"Three-Fingered Jack,"
he'’s called.

He knows many ways
of making a man talk.

It'’s just a little game.

First, an ear.

[ laughing ]
Such a nice-looking ear.

No. No, not him.

Um, him.

Not him?Mm.

[ laughing ]
He'’s got a nice-looking ear too.

MURRIETA:
Manuel, maybe this one.

This one?

[ laughing ]
Oh.

This ear'’s
already cropped, huh?

A horse thief, huh?

Then gouge out your eye.

[ shuddering breaths ]
No...

[ muttering ]

No! No, don'’t!
My God, don'’t.

I...

We killed '’em.
We did it.

Tie them up, Manuel.

Well, Mr. Andrews,
you heard.

He refused
to stay behind.I'’m glad he could make it.

You'’ve been shouting a lot
about, uh, killing

the murderers
of those miners,
Mr. Andrews.

Well, here they are.

And here'’s a gun.

I'’m no executioner.Mm-hmm.

Only against people
who can'’t fight back.

You'’re right about me.

I just now
found that out.

If there'’s anything
that I can do
to make up for what I done...

You can start
by taking those men back
into San Lorenzo

and seeing that
they get a fair trial.

And, uh--
And one more thing,
Mr. Andrews.

The, uh, little matter
of a, uh, reward

for the capture
of the, uh, killers, huh?

I'’ll give it to my son.

He'’ll see that you get it.

That'’s good, Mr. Andrews.

That'’s good.

Divide this gold
among yourselves.

And give this
to Father Herranca.

He'’ll know
what to do with it.
Adios.

!¡Adios! !¡Adios, amigo!

[ men whooping ]

Joaquin Murrieta obviously
never sat for a portrait,

but there'’s a whole gallery
of pictures of him
by various artists,

working from memory
or imagination.

Our own favorite is this
painting by Charles Nahl.

The original,
formerly in possession
of the Wells Fargo Bank,

hangs today on the walls
of the Press & Union League Club

of San Francisco.