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MAN:
And following a careful
three-year study,

by this commission,
of all the documents,

and a careful check
of all signatures involved

in the land claims
of Monsieur José Yves Limantour,

this commission has no choice
but to find that, according

to the laws
of the United States

and the sovereign State
of California,

the Limantour land claims
are hereby

declared valid and legal.

[ murmuring ][ laughs ]

[ mutters ]

Limantour.

Who is this fellow?

Monsieur Limantour
can talk to no one.Now, just a minute!

What does that mean?
What the commissioner
just said.

It means that Limantour

has just been handed
the city of San Francisco.

All of it,
including what belongs to me.

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Howdy, folks.
I'’m the Old Ranger.

We'’re in the apothecary shop
of Zacharias E. Gurney,
San Francisco.

The year is 1855.

Everyone who owned
a piece of land

discovered that property
he thought was his

suddenly belonged to a strange,
unknown Frenchman.

Unknown, that is, to everybody
in town except Zach Gurney,

who courageously insisted
that Limantour was a fraud

who made San Francisco...

Señor Tarabal?

How are you?Señor Gurney.

Zach Gurney,
my old friend.Well...

Antonia!Your property too?

Perhaps it'’s best
to sign the lease.

But isn'’t that Antonia,
your niece?

What'’s she doing here?

She is no longer my niece.

I have disowned her.

Disowned her?

Next. You.

Come on up here, please.

I'’m sorry to hear that.

Oh, yes.
The man at the hearing.

Your name and address, sir?

Zacharias E. Gurney,
apothecary on Montgomery Street.

Sign here, please.

For what?

A lease.

Lease my own property?
What for?

You'’re no different
than anyone else.

If you want to continue
to occupy that store,

sign the lease
or buy the property.

I bought that property
eight years ago,
and the building on it.

You know the old saying--
caveat emptor.

"Let the buyer beware."

I want to see Limantour.He'’s a very busy man.

Just tell him an old friend
from seafarin'’ days is here.

You must be mistaken.
Mr. Limantour has no friends
in San Francisco.

Not anymore he hasn'’t.

We solicit your business,
but there are others waiting.

Next.

Mr. Gurney.

I beg your pardon, sir.

Mr. Gurney?Hmm? Oh, yes.
I'’m sorry.

Yes, of course.
I'’m Zach Gurney.

My name is Edwin Stanton,

United States
Deputy District Attorney.

The Department of Justice
sent me out here
from Washington D.C.

to process these
Limantour land claims.

Or at least try to.
It'’s a pretty big mess.

Yeah, yeah.
Well, it should be.

Limantour'’s a fraud.

Yes, I heard you tell that
to the commissioners,

but they were not convinced.

However, I was very interested
in your remarks about

knowing Limantour
ten years ago.

Yes, that'’s right.
I knew him.

He used to smuggle guns
up and down the coast.

I knew him when he used
to hide out in the city.

Well, that'’s interesting.
If you have the time,

I wonder if
you could accompany me
to my office.

We could talk better there.

Why not?

It'’s authentic,
Mr. Gurney.

The land commission even
sent an expert down
to Mexico City.

Both signatures were
checked and verified.

Manuel Micheltorena--Mm-hmm.

...governor of Californiain 1844.

Nicolás Bravo,
president of Mexico in 1844.

[ sighs ]

1844. That'’s more
than ten years ago.

No, no. If Limantour had papers
as valuable as this,

he would have bragged it
up and down the Embarcadero
like a gamecock.

He was never
modest about anything.

That'’s an interesting comment,
Mr. Gurney,

but no proof.Well...

You have a recollection
about Limantour,
and I have a presentiment.

Take a look
at that document.

Somehow there'’s
something wrong.

"Four square leagues"...
That'’s almost 15,000 acres,
isn'’t it?

Approximately.[ sighs ]

"Four square leagues
of Saint Francis of Assisi,

"known as Yerba Buena,

known as the city
of San Francisco."

It'’s on that
parchment somewhere.

He'’s still being stubborn.

Perhaps I should handle
this one alone.

I used to know him.

I will take care of him.

You might be tempted
to be too easy on him.

Pull up there.

[ knocking continues ]

Good evening, Mr. Gurney.

I am Jacomet,
with Mr. Limantour'’s staff.

Yes, I know.
We'’ve met.

I found this on the ground.

Obviously it was
not well secured.

What do you want?

If you have any problem
with this property,

Monsieur Limantour would prefer
you took it up with me...

not with Mr. Stanton.

I see.

We can make some concessions,

but we would not want people
to say that

we were overgenerous.

It might be construed to mean

that Mr. Limantour was
buying your silence.

We would not want that.

You'’re gonna have
to force me out of here.

Forty-eight hours,
to be exact.

Thank you.

And now,
get out of my shop.

And for your own sake,

don'’t tell
these foolish stories

about knowing Mr. Limantour
in the old days.

Señor Tarabal.Good day, señor.

Oh, Señor Gurney.

My old friend.
[ chuckling ]

Sit down, sit down.[ chuckles ]

You wish some candles,
or some wax?

Some...
No, no, no, no.
Nothing like that. No.

You remember the other day
at the Palace Hotel,
I saw Antonia there?

I do not want
to speak of her.

Nevertheless,
she was there.

Yes, she was there.

Why do you ask of her?

Well, in the old days,
we were... friends.

I thought for the sake
of old friendship,

she might tell me how
Limantour got his land grant.

Limantour,
that Frenchman?

A plague on him.

He thought I did not know

what they were up to,
but I knew.

You knew what?

She worked day and night,

cooking, stirring those pots.

Wouldn'’t let me near.

I wonder about.

We supplied
the governor of California
with candles

from here to Monterey,
in the old days, of course.

I, who alone, prepared the wax

for all the official documents.

Well, then, you'’re
to be complimented, señor.

But about--Let me show you, señor.

Let me show you.

For 50 years,
there wasn'’t a governor seal

for which I did not
prepare the wax.

And Antonia tried
to steal it from me, for him.[ blowing ]

Well, I don'’t understand.
Steal what?

My secret formula
for the only wax seal used

on all official documents.

I, alone, was the master
of that secret,

which no one
could ever copy.

Antonia cooked and stewed
and asked me questions,

but I said nothing.

And when she was finished,
it wasn'’t the same.

I have a nose.

I can even smell
the difference between
the real and the false.

Antonia thought she stole it,

but the secret is still

locked in here.

How-- How very clever of you.

You see, in the old days,

I use beeswax.

That was the secret.

Beeswax?

And Antonia--

She used shellac.

A simpleton could tell
the difference.

The nose...

So when she thought that
she had discovered your secret,

she left.

Who can explain a woman?

That may be the secret.
That may be the seal.

What did you say?

Señor Tarabal,
what are these ribbons for?

One did not just push
a piece of parchment

before the governor.

No. One secured
the document

with the ribbons,
like this.

Oh.

And then presented it.

Oh, I see.

I see.

Señor Tarabal,

would you sell
me this board?

Sell it?
I'’ll give it to you.

I have no use for it.

They no longer use
my fine wax for the seals

for the official documents.

Well, nevertheless--
nevertheless...

Here'’s for your troubles.

Oh, de nada, señor.

[ chuckles ]
Buenos días.

Buenos días.

Good day, Señor Tarabal.

What did
the young man want?

Nothing.Nothing?

Not even candles,
sealing wax,

or a board?

You remember me,
do you not, Señor Tarabal?

Yes, Señor Jacomet.

The young man was here
for a reason.

I do not know what
you mean.

I think you do.

I will not talk.

A delicious dinner,my dear.

Must give the chef
at the hotel
a little something extra.

[ knocking on door ]

That'’s Jacomet.
Let him in.

[ sighs ]

Well?

JACOMET:
Mm! That chemist

breathing down our necks.

I do not feel a thing.

What was he up to today?

Candle shop. They had
a long conversation.

About what?

I tried to beat it
out of him.

You did what?
You beat the old man?

Gurney was prying on him.
I'’m sure of it.

He is getting more dangerous
every day.

But why did you beat him?

He wouldn'’t talk,
that'’s why.

We are sitting on a volcano--
all three of us--

and you worry about
the old man.

You knew what
you were getting into.

He meant something
to Antonia.

What was I to do?

Use your brain!
You fool!

[ knocking on door ]

[ knocking continues ]

Cautious, and properly so.

However, my streets
will be safe.

My name is--What do you want, Limantour?

A powder for my headache.

Headache.

[ bottles clang ]

What do you really want?

My powder, please.

For the moment,
this is all I need.

Ohh...

You mix a very unpleasant
concoction, Mr. Gurney.

My associate,
Monsieur Jacomet, tells me

you also said some
unpleasant things about me

and my documents
before the commission.

And you'’ve been heard to say
that we are old friends.

Such assertions
can be dangerous.

I don'’t mind danger.

Acids, poisons,
kerosene, explosives...

All at my fingertips.

You see, it'’s very simple
to reach over,

grab quickly,
and open immediately.

Oh, yes, it would be simple
to throw that in my face, huh?

[ chuckling ]
Yes. As a matter of fact,
it would.

[ laughs ]
I can see
the kind of man you are.

Determined, resolute,
and persistent.

Do I worry you?

No. You do not worry me,
Mr. Gurney.

As a matter of fact,
I like you.

But I'’ve got a proposition.

I'’m going to give you
this property.

Give me--
Give me my own property?

This city is mine.

I am offering you more than
I'’ve offered anyone else

in all of San Francisco.

You should
be more trusting.

Here'’s a deed for this property,
signed by me,
the legal and rightful owner.

Now, take it.In exchange for what?

Nothing.

For doing absolutely nothing.

I'’m not unaware what
you have been doing, Mr. Gurney.

Stanton, the old candlemaker,
and others, I presume?

All old friends.

I do not like meddlers.
They get in my way.

Well?

No.

But, Mr. Gurney,
you have nothing to lose.

And you have
everything to lose.

You'’re quite alone,
you know.

The old man died--
An accident.

And Stanton?

He will not lift a finger.

You will forgive me?

You will regret this!

Ah, then, we can prove
that all seals made before

California'’s secession
from Mexico in 1848

were made from a wax with
a beeswax base, like this.

Now, how can you prove it?Well, that'’s simple.

By analyzing all
the old Mexican documents.

Now, but Limantour'’s claim,
right here...

The seal that he used is made
from a base using shellac.

Smell.
[ sniffs ]
Yes.

You see, never used
in the Mexican documents
before 1848.

Well, I-I accept
your theory, Mr. Gurney,
but will the courts?

And then you have the problem
of the signatures.

How did they get on
this document?

Oh, that'’s even more ingenious
than the seal. Now watch.

Now, here is
the Limantour claim.

I place it upon
the writing board.
And over it--

If I can find a document
the right size. Yeah. [ papers rustling ]

I place this second document,

leaving enough room
at the bottom for signatures,

date, and seal.

Now, across the edges,
I fasten these pieces of ribbon,

as they always did.

Only in this case,
they hide the fact

that there is another
document underneath.

Now, at the top
of the document,

uh, under the general heading...

"A grant of land
to José Yves Limantour,

in appreciation for his services
to the Republic of Mexico"--

The description of the land
on this piece of paper,

or another one,
which was probably substituted,

of the land which
they actually gave him--

Probably a grant of 20 acres
of land somewhere,

worthless land.

And signed at the bottom
by the president
and the governor,

at a later date,
on a blank piece of paper,

which was later filled in
and falsely sealed by Limantour,

giving him a grant
to all of San Francisco.

Yes, and what you say
fits also.

When the American investigator
for the land commission
got down to Mexico

to ask the former president
and the governor
about the grant,

he found that both had died
the year before.

And Limantour filed his claim
here in San Francisco

a few months
before both men died.

Oh, I see.
Well, what now?

Well, you'’ve given me enough
to ask for an indictment
and arrest,

charging Limantour
with forgery and fraud.

However, one question.
Does Limantour know
that you'’re one step behind him?

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I imagine he does.

That'’s unfortunate.

You see, he has friends
who know every move I make.

If he learns I'’ve gone to court
to ask for an order
for his arrest,

he'’ll slip
right through my fingers.

Oh, I see.

Well, in that case, then,
perhaps I'’d better be
just one step ahead of him.

[ knocking on door ]

What'’s the matter?

The court has issued
an order for your arrest.

Gurney.We had better get out.

I have two horses saddled
and waiting.

Well, get my saddlebags.

What happens to me?

Jacomet and I must move fast.
Later, I shall
send back for you.

Send back for me?
You killed my uncle,

and now you leave me here
to face this all alone?

Oh, my love, I promise.

[ knocking on door ]

It can'’t be the police.
Not so soon.

My friend at the court
said it would take hours.

Answer it. [ knocking continues ]

Well, Monsieur Limantour.

I'’m here to repay a debt.

I do not know
what you are talking about.

Understand, Mr. Gurney,
there are no handy glasses
of acid to throw.

You'’re very annoying,
Mr. Gurney.

You came armed, of course.

Antonia, take his weapon.

You won'’t have me shot,
Limantour.

Everybody in the hotel
would be at your door.

How very thoughtful of you.

I'’m not sure what you know
or what you might find out,

but you know too much already. [ drawer opens ]

You are very clever,

but you are also
very penetrable.

[ grunts ] LIMANTOUR:
Antonia!

Antonia!

I meant to miss you, Yves,

but I won'’t miss
the second time.

Just put the knife down, Yves.

[ knife clatters on ground ]That'’s right.

Well, it looks like
you'’re not going anywhere,
does it?

Let us all sit down and wait
for your arrest, Yves.

Because if you don'’t,my love,

either Mr. Gurney
will kill you, or I will.

[ laughing ]

The Limantour conspirators
stood trial,

prosecuted by Edwin Stanton,

who was later to be
President Lincoln'’s
Secretary of War.

All were found guilty,

and the city of San Francisco
reverted to its original owner,

the people.