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- [Narrator] California, 1851, men sought wealth

from the gold-bearing creeks and benches.

Some found fortune, others death.

- Must be 16 ounces.

(whistle)

And look at that gold, heavy, greasy,

makes you wanna slather it all over you.

Just strip down and slather it on.

- Shorty, did it ever occur to you that gold

is the most expensive thing in the world?

To get it, you slave like a dog.

You rip out your muscles,

crack your spine and live like a pig.

- [Shorty] Yeah.

- I've just retired from the mining game, Shorty.

- But Matt, we ain't worked out this claim yet.

Why, there must be 50,000 still in the ground, easy 50,000.

- Yeah, but I've got my stake.

From now on I'll do my prospecting

on the soft green felt of the San Francisco card tables.

- Going back to gambling?

- Gambling is living, Shorty.

Besides, I've never been away from it.

(chuckles)

- [Sheriff] Howdy boys.

- Howdy Sheriff, who's your friend?

- This is Mr. Benedict to the Greater West Mining Company.

- Mining company?

A bunch of claim jumping thieves, you mean!

- Well take it easy, friend.

The company always works within the law.

- Look out for this fellow Matt, him and the law he spouts

has robbed some of the best claims in California.

- Just what is your business, Benedict?

- Well, it seems that there's been a little mixed up

in your claim, you filed wrong and Mr. Benedict

has relocated the claim for his company.

- Relocated?

You mean he's stealing it and you're helping him.

Well you don't get away with it this time.

- Shorty.

(gun firing)

- Your my witness friend, he went for his gun.

- Benedict, I'm gonna kill you.

- [Mr. Benedict] Stay back there.

- Look Benedict, no gun.

I'm gonna kill you with my bare hands.

Or else you'll hang for shooting down an unarmed man.

Pull the trigger Benedict.

(shoe squeaks)

(suspenseful music)

- Mister, you took an awful chance with Benedict.

What if he calls your bluff.

- There was no bluff.

I'm gonna find them and kill him.

(trumpet blowing)

♪ Californian, Californian ♪

- [Narrator] The Californians.

♪ There's gold in them hills Californians ♪

♪ I've come to live where life best ♪

♪ In the Golden West ♪

♪ I'm gonna strike it rich in Californi-A ♪

♪ Californi-A ♪

(suspenseful music)

- We're closed for business.

- I'm looking for a man named Benedict.

I understand he works for this company.

- Closed for business, I said.

- Dark-complected man, about my size.

- How many times I gotta tell you,

we're closed for business?

(screaming)

- Talk, where's Benedict?

- I don't know, t's the truth, I tell you I don't know.

Now what'd you wanna go and do that for?

- Who runs this up?

- I don't know, no, it's the truth.

Don't hurt me again.

- How about Benedict?

- Well, he comes in.

- What does he do?

- I don't know.

- What do you know?

- Mister, I worked here from 6:30 in the morning

to 6:30 at night, every night, but Saturdays.

That's a half day.

People come in and they leave papers

and I put them through a slot in a safe.

- What kinda papers?

- Mining papers, I guess.

- All right, who pays your salary?

Now don't tell me you don't know that.

- Mr. Benedict leaves my money on Saturdays.

Well, I told you he comes in once in a while.

- What else do you know?

- I don't know nothing Mister, nothing at all.

I don't see nobody, I don't talk to nobody.

I just put papers in a safe.

- It's a real big man in a great big job, aren't you?

- Yes, sir, if you say so, sir.

Oh, should I give Mr. Benedict a message if he comes in?

- Yeah, tell him Matt Wayne is looking for him.

Tell him I'm gonna kill him.

(dramatic tuba music)

- And then he says "Tell him I'm gonna kill him."

So I came right over here to tell you, Mr. Benedict,

I'd get out of town for a while if I was you.

That man looks dangerous.

- He is, let's see what we can do about him.

Where's he now?

- [Mining Company Employee] Looking for you.

- 500

(poker chips shuffle)

I'm looking for an old friend, man named Benedict.

You happen to know him?

Mining fellow?

- Never heard of him.

- You win. - Winner

I'll bet a thousand.

- I'm sorry the table limit is 500.

- I thought the sky was the limit in San Francisco.

- I'll see if I can get permission.

- Oh, I think I see an old friend, do you mind?

- Not at all, join me later.

- Hello, Junie.

- Well, how did you know?

- I never did forget that perfume.

Junie, you haven't changed a bit.

You're just as lovely as ever.

- When did you hit town?

How long are you gonna be here?

Where are you staying?

- Must be a better place for a reunion.

Where do I cash in?

- Mr. Stoker, we've got a fistful of trouble.

The fellow I shot up in the Tuolumne,

his partner is in town gunning for me.

- I always said you were too prompt with a gun Benedict.

- You've gotta help me.

- Oh, got to?

- I've done all of your dirty work.

- You were paid for it.

- That's not enough.

- Kindly stand aside.

- Stoker, if you let me down I'll ruin you, I mean it.

I may have to run but before I leave San Francisco,

I'll make sure every man in town knows

who owns Greater West Mining

and every dirty deal you ever pulled.

- All right, who is the man and where is he?

- His name is Matt Wayne and right now,

he's going upstairs with your girl.

(dramatic music plays)

(door closes)

- Why did you walk out on me?

- I didn't, I ran.

(laughing)

- What happened to you in New Orleans?

I heard you killed a man, had to leave town.

- Yeah, that's right, he felt like I was one too many aces.

It was self-defense but, his family had enough influence

to call it murder.

- And then?

- Worked the upper river boats for awhile, got married.

She died, so did the baby.

- I'm sorry.

Then what?

- Joined some Mississippi boys on their way to Mexico

at Winfield Scott.

That was a rotten war Junie.

I swore I'd never kill again.

Man's a fool if he makes vows he can't keep.

- What do you mean?

- Sometimes the killing is necessary.

Looks as though you struck gold, Junie.

- Yes, I did.

- So did I, but somebody killed my partner

and jumped our claim.

- And you're looking for him?

- A man named Benedict.

You know him?

- Greater West Mining?

- That's the one.

- Drop it Matt, please.

- What do you mean?

Why do you want me to drop it?

- For your own sake.

I don't want you to be killed,

or choked at the end of a rope.

- Poor, Junie I told you to forget me.

Now who do you know Greater West.

- I can't tell you that, but just stay away from Benedict.

He's respected here.

He's a member of the vigilantes.

Even if you take him in a fair fight,

they'll call it murder.

- How do I get to the vigilantes?

- Go see Jack McGivern.

He runs a general store on Gary Sreet.

- Thanks Junie.

- Matt, you can't beat the odds against you.

Not this time, please.

- Stay beautiful honey.

(dramatic music)

- I tell you there's a murderer walking the streets.

This man Wayne is a killer, cold and calculated.

Benedict won't stand a chance.

- Showing a lot of concern for Benedict

all of a sudden, aren't you?

- As a fellow vigilante, yes.

- I have had my doubts about that man as a vigilante.

For one thing, I don't like his connection

with Greater West.

- That has nothing to do with the issue McGivern.

Right now I'm concerned with the crime in the making.

- And I'm telling you we won't interfere in a fair fight.

- And if he's killed from ambush?

- All right, then that's another thing.

(bell rings)

- Would you go see who's in the store darling, please?

- Mm-hmm.

May I help you?

- I'm looking for a Jack McGivern.

- I'm Mrs. McGivern.

Is there something wrong?

- Wrong?

- About me, I mean, must you look at me like that?

- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude.

You're very pretty.

- You must be fresh from the diggings.

- How did you know?

- By the way you look at me, I'll call my husband.

Who shall I say, is asking for him.

- The name is Wayne, Matthew Wayne.

- Jack, that man, Matt Wayne, he's asking to see you.

- Excuse me darling.

Well, what can I do for you?

- I'd like some information.

Where do I find a man named Benedict?

- What's your business with him?

- That's rather personal sir,

but I think I can confide in you.

I'm gonna kill him.

- Oh, I see and why are you telling me this?

- So the vigilantes will keep hands off.

There'll be a fair fight.

I'll give Benedict a fair chance to defend himself.

- If it isn't a fair fight, you will hang for your trouble.

- Are you a friend of his, Mister?

- John Stoker, incidentally,

he's a member of the vigilance committee too.

- And so is Benedict, we're the law here

in San Francisco Wayne

and if Benedict meets with foul play,

we're coming straight after you.

- Now you may consider that as a warning,

or as a piece of good advice.

- It's also disturbing news.

I didn't know that the vigilantes were in business

to protect murderers and thieves.

Good day, gentlemen.

- Mr. Wayne, can I see ya' a minute?

- Deal me out, over here.

- Mr. Wayne I need money, I gotta get out of town.

I need $50 awful bad.

- Why come to me?

- I figured maybe you'd like to do me a favor,

if I'd done you one.

- Such as?

- Such as telling you where to find Mr. Benedict.

- Half now, the rest if your information pays off.

- He's in Chinatown playing Fan-Tan.

Plays in one of those little alleys down there.

I'll show you.

- How do you know he's still there?

- Mr. Benedict's a man of regular habits.

He'll be leaving the place at midnight.

You wait in the alley, you can't miss him.

(suspenseful music)

- Benedict, all right, draw.

(gun firing)

(suspenseful music)

- What's you explanation of this?

- Nothing except Benedict was a rotten shot.

He fired first.

- And how you account for the fact

that this gun hasn't been fired?

How do you explain that it was shot in the back?

- He was shot in the back?

Somebody else shot him.

- You're a man of your word.

You said you'd kill him and you did.

We're taking you before the committee Matthew Wayne.

The charge is murder.

(suspenseful music)

- Matthew Wayne have you anything to say

before a sentence is passed on you?

- Only what I said before.

I didn't kill Benedict, somebody else did.

McGivern, you are no judge and you men are no jury.

The whole bunch of you convicted me

before I even came into this room.

You call this vigilante justice, it's sickens me.

- Matthew Wayne, you have been tried before a court

of the committee of vigilance of San Francisco

and found guilty of the crime of murder.

It is the sentence of this court

that you be put to death by hanging.

(dramatic music)

- If you value this mans life you won't move.

Get that door open, come.

(suspenseful music)

- Come on don't just stand there, come on, after him!

All right, you men take the waterfront.

The rest of you come with me, come on.

(suspenseful music)

- Come on.

(suspenseful music)

- Jack?

(suspenseful music)

Jack?

- Mrs. McGivern?

- What are you doing here?

- It's the safest place I could think of.

- What are you going to do?

Kill Jack?

- I'm gonna wait for him.

Sit down?

(suspenseful music)

(knocking on door)

- Is it over?

- Wayne escaped, he's looking for you.

- Me, I'm getting out of town.

- I'm gonna need some money Mr. Stoker.

- I'll take care of everything.

- You're a fine man Mr. Stoker.

A good man to work for.

When this blows over... (gun firing)

(dramatic music)

- You don't look like a murderer.

- Thanks Mrs. McGivern.

But then neither does your husband.

- Jack, of course not.

- Who knows the face of murder?

Sometimes he wears the mask of justice.

If your husband is instrumental in hanging me,

and later I'm proven innocent, would he be a murderer?

- You're very disturbing Mr. Wayne.

You come in here as a murderer,

and then all of a sudden you're the voice of conscience.

Who are you?

Where did you come?

- Originally, Philadelphia.

- And where are you bound?

(chuckles)

- According to my family and to quote my favorite aunt,

"I'm bound for the hot place in a hand basket."

(door slams)

- What kind of a fool are you?

Coming here of all places,

and then handing your gun over to me like this.

- A big enough to believe that a man with a wife like yours

must have some sense of justice,

even if he is the head of the vigilantes.

- Now look here Wayne, we gave you a fair trial.

- Did you give me a chance to prove I was telling the truth?

- Can you prove it?

- Boggs must know something, help me find him.

- Do as he asks Jack, I believe him.

- If after coming here with a gun

and holding my wife prisoner, she still believes you.

What can I say?

Let's go find Boggs.

- Thanks Mrs.McGivern, after all these years,

it's nice to meet a lady again.

(suspenseful music)

- Well, seems like somebody else was interested

in your friend Boggs.

- Now what do you propose?

- I'm willing to bet that the same person

who was behind Benedict's and Boggs murder.

- Why?

- They both worked for the Greater West Mining company.

- That's a slim thread to follow.

- It's the only thread I've got.

- All right, then let's follow it, come on.

- Wait here, I'll be right out.

- All right.

(door knowing)

All right, oh Matt I'm so glad you came to me.

I'll help you.

- You know what happened?

- Yes.

- Who told you.

- Don't ask any questions, Matt, please I'll help you.

I'll give you money, my jewels.

But I can't give you any answers.

- That's all that'll save my neck, one answer.

- No.

- These are beautiful Junie.

They're beautiful and expensive.

They've got my partner's blood on them.

Where'd you get them Junie.

- I won't tell you.

- Goodbye Junie, take good care of these.

Scrub them well, blood leaves a dirty stain.

- Matt.

John Stoker, he owns Greater West Mining.

- You are beautiful, honey.

- John Stoker.

- That girl is lying, Stoker's a banker, not a mining man.

- I wanna have a showdown with Stoker.

Hand me over your gun.

- I'm not going to give you a license

to kill one of our leading citizens.

- I can't kill him if the gun's not loaded.

Give me an empty gun.

- Well that case you might get killed.

- Shootings better than a hanging.

(suspenseful music)

- Now I'd like to help and I'm sorry I can't--

(glass shattering)

(knowing on the door)

- Don't make a wrong move Stoker.

Get over the desk and turn up that lamp.

Turn around.

- Well, Mr. Wayne.

- That's right.

- What do you want here?

- You killed Benedict.

- That's ridiculous.

- I got to Boggs before he died, he talked.

- Well, that's a lie. Boggs-

- What about Boggs?

- Nothing, I don't know what you're talking about.

Put down that gun, you haven't got a chance.

- I'm gonna kill your Stoker.

I'm gonna kill you like you killed Benedict and Boggs.

- Wayne listen to reason.

- No time for reason, talk!

- I told you I had nothing

to do with either Bogs or Benedict.

Now you can't shoot me in cold blood.

- All right, Stoker, I'm gonna give you an even break.

When I count to three,

the man who gets to that gun first holds the top end, one--

- All right Wayne, hands played out.

- Well, that was pretty foolish of me wasn't it?

- Sit down.

- All right call in hangman.

- No, this thing is gonna end right here and now.

- Gonna shut me up for good?

Afraid I might make a gallows speech?

Afraid people might start asking questions after I'm dead?

- No, just stopping idle gossip before it gets started.

It's amazing how easy it is to kill a man,

after the first one.

- Why did you kill Benedict?

- Oh, he threatened to expose some deals

I was interested in.

- Greater West Mining?

- Yeah that's right.

- What about Boggs?

- Oh, he might've become talkative and I hate a talking man.

(gun firing)

- Are you all right Wayne?

- Do you hear enough.

- I heard everything.

- Well McGivern,

I can't say that meeting you has been a pleasure.

Would you mind giving my regards to your lady?

(suspenseful music)

- All right boys, take him away.

- I'll call the bet and raise 100.

Well, gentlemen.

- We've come to make our apologies to you Wayne.

- No thanks to you that I'm here to receive them.

You know McGivern someday, when I've got time,

I'm gonna put you in your vigilantes out of business.

- Do you mean that?

- I sure do.

- Well, good, good.

Now, may I tell you something.

We'll help you in every possible way that we can.

Remember that, won't you?

Goodnight Mr. Wayne, ma'am.

- Big joke, do you realize they're asking you

to help them enforce the law in San Francisco?

- Wouldn't it be a bigger joke if I took them up on it.

♪ California oh, I've traveled here ♪

♪ I've traveled there ♪

♪ I guess I've been most everywhere ♪

♪ But I like where I am today ♪

♪ And here is where I'll stay ♪

♪ Now one thing that I just can't endure ♪

♪ Is being broke and being poor ♪

♪ So I come west to take the cure ♪

♪ And here is where I'll stay ♪

♪ I've come to Californi-A, ♪

♪ Californi-A ♪

♪ There's gold in them there hills in Californi-A ♪

♪ I've come to live where life is best, ♪

♪ In the Golden West ♪

♪ I'm gonna strike it rich in Californi-A ♪

♪ Californi-A ♪

♪ Californi-A ♪

♪ There's gold in them there hills ♪

♪ In Californi-A ♪

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