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- [Narrator] San Francisco in the 1850s,

a city of wild license and strong passions,

a city where the strong became stronger

and the weak perished.

It was a city that floated on a tidal wave of gold

from the California diggings.

Gold could buy anything,

a drink, a dance, a kiss, or sudden death.

But there were a few things it couldn't buy.

- I ain't much to look at, Meliss,

but I'd be awful good to ya.

I'd take care of ya,

like a nice little woman like you should be taking care of.

Will ya, Meliss? Will you marry me?

- Thanks for asking Dutch.

- You can have your weight in gold.

- I can what?

- I mean it!

You stand on the scales, and I'll balance it with gold.

- No, thanks, Dutch.

I give my heart, I don't sell it.

(people chattering)

- A dance hall girl isn't worth

that kind of suffering, Dutch.

- I knew her before she was a dance hall girl.

I've been after her to marry me

ever since she came off that boat from the East.

That's why I went to minin'.

Wanted enough money to set her up better

than any lady in town.

Now I got the money.

Nothing warm and soft about money.

Man'd be an awful fool tryin' to kiss money. (laughs)

- It shouldn't be hard to find a wife.

- There's only one Meliss.

- I see you've been consoling the lovelorn swain.

- It isn't funny, Drake.

- I think it's very funny when a man offers a woman

her weight in gold to marry him.

- Dutch did that?

- How much do you weigh Melissa? 110, 120 pounds?

- About that.

- How much is she worth, Wayne?

- At present gold prices, about $30,000.

And I'd say considerably overpriced.

(dramatic music)

- 30,000.

- What's on your mind, Tony?

- I was just thinking what a lucky man I am,

with a girl like you,

$30,000 worth of girl.

♪ Californ-e-a ♪

♪ Californ-e-a ♪

- [Narrator] The Californians.

♪ Californ-e-a ♪

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

♪ In the golden West ♪

♪ I'm gonna strike it rich in Californ-e-a ♪

♪ Californ-e-a ♪

- What'd you say if I said I'd pay ya

your weight in gold to marry me?

- Alright, Dutch, the party's over. Let's go.

- I'm having a good time.

- Sure you are. Come on, on your feet.

- Where are we going?

- Over to my place.

- Any girls?

- Lots of 'em. - Liquor?

- All you can hold.

- Please, I must see him.

- Haven't you hurt him enough?

- I'm not going to hurt him, Mr. Wayne.

Quite the contrary.

Dutch, I'm sorry, Dutch, about everything. Honest, I am

- Ah, it ain't your fault, Meliss.

Guess I'm just an old fool.

Real nice of ya to think

of an ugly old man like me though. (laughs)

- I don't think you're ugly, Dutch.

I think you're very gentle.

Very kind.

And very nice.

Did you mean it, what you said the other day,

about wantin' to marry me?

- I meant it.

- Is it too late for a girl to change her mind?

- Why? - Oh, maybe I'm tired.

Maybe I'm hurting and need comfort.

- You still love him, don't ya?

- I can't afford that kind of love, Dutch.

It's something that has to be ended.

I won't say I love you, Dutch.

Maybe someday, in time.

- It's gonna be alright, Meliss.

Everything's gonna be just fine.

I gotta tell Matt.

Ooh! Hey Matt!

Come on in here! I'm takin' over your place for a day.

You tell all them cooks and waiters of yours

that old Dutch wants the best eats in town.

Tell 'em to start chilling the wine right away.

Honey, we're gonna have the rootin, tootinest weddin'

ever to hit San Francisco.

Say, Matt, tell the feed house to send over

the biggest pair of steel yard scales they got!

My bride's gonna get the greatest weddin' present

a girl ever had.

- Doggone. Now look alive there, boy!

This is a weddin', not a funeral.

- I wish you wouldn't be so hasty about this.

- I ain't a gonna give that little gal a chance

to change her mind.

- You might wanna change yours.

- What do you mean?

- Dutch, isn't it odd that she fell into your arms

so all of a sudden?

Did you ever stop to figure out why she ditched Drake?

After all, she and Drake...

- Say no more, Matt.

You're talkin' about my future wife.

- Just wish you'd wait a little while, that's all.

Find out what's behind this sudden change of mind.

- Ah, it's just that you don't like Meliss, that's all.

- I don't trust her. - Well, I do.

I'm gonna marry her and that's that.

(dramatic music)

- Quite a send off for our little girl, isn't it, Wayne?

- I never expected to see you here.

- If anyone has the right

to attend Melissa's wedding, I have.

At one time I had the idea

I'd play a very important part in her wedding.

Well, that's life, isn't it.

Filled with disappointments.

- What happened between you and Melissa?

- Perhaps our honest friend persuaded her life

was not all bubbles and folly.

As a matter of fact,

I urged her to accept the honest Dutchman's hand.

It's better for her.

She'll make him a good wife.

- Very kind of you.

- Wasn't it.

- Everybody, everybody look-y here!

Here it is folks!

Dowry for my new bride!

With a few extra pounds thrown in

in case she's put on a little extra heft. (laughs)

(all laughing)

(all applauding)

(ominous music)

- Tony, you shouldn't be here now.

- Darling, I had to see you.

- Oh no, Tony, not now.

- Conscience?

- It's not too late, Tony. We can still call it off.

- And then?

- We have each other.

- How long can we go on like this?

Both of us, poor,

blaming each other for poverty,

growing to hate each other.

- I could never hate you, Tony.

I love you.

- You say that now, but later?

Oh darling, don't you see?

That's why I never asked you to share my life before.

Because I had nothing to give you.

I couldn't bear the thought of you growing to hate me.

Or losing you.

This way, everything will be so different, darling.

We'll be together.

We'll be able to go where we please,

have enough money to set ourselves up respectably.

- Stolen money.

- Dutch will never miss it.

I love you, darling.

I love you so much.

- Oh, Tony!

(dramatic music)

- Put in on, boys. Pile it up!

Lord's a mercy!

Who'd ever thought a little thing like you

would weigh so much! (laughs)

Matt, when's that parson gonna get here?

- [Matt] He'll be here.

- There she goes! (all applauding)

(all laughing) Pile it on!

Put it on for luck!

There ya be, honey bird.

Take it out and put it in the buggy, boys.

My brides's gonna ride home on a seat of pure gold!

- Put me down, Dutch.

- Meliss, what's the matter?

- Too much excitement, I guess.

Perhaps I could rest a little before the minister arrives.

- Oh, sure. I'll carry you upstairs.

- Oh, no thanks, Dutch. I'll be alright.

- That's what I like.

Real lady, overcome with her own win.

- Hurry!

- Here help me!

Hook this!

(dramatic music)

(knuckles rapping)

- [Dutch] Honey, you alright?

- Yeah sure, Dutch. I'm alright!

- Parson's downstairs.

Everybody's waiting for you.

- I'll be right down, Dutch.

- [Dutch] Melissa, you sound funny. Let me in.

Melissa, let me in!

- Just a minute, Dutch.

- Why Melissa, what are you-

(Tony grunts) (gun thuds)

(dramatic music)

- I'll see what's delaying him.

Dutch! What happened?

- Meliss, she's going away.

What's he sayin'?

- Melissa's gone off with Drake.

They took the gold with them.

(dramatic music)

Dutch, you haven't got a leg to stand on

in a charge of theft.

You gave her the gold.

A lot of people saw you give it to her.

- You think I care about money? It's me.

She made a fool out of me.

Meliss. Pretty, soft, nice-smelling,

rotten, theivin', Meliss!

I'll get 'em, Matt!

I swear I'll get 'em!

- You stop talking that way.

And stop thinking that way.

You're a friend, Dutch.

I'd hate to think of you decorating the end of a rope.

(dramatic music)

- Looks like they're headed for Sacramento.

Livery at the edge of town swapped 'em to saddle nags

and a pack horse for the Dutchman's buggy.

Fella says it was headed north.

- The Dutchman was headed that way this morning.

- I wouldn't be surprised none,

but what he's tryin' to kill Drake,

maybe the woman too.

Can't say I blame him none.

You reckon so, Matt?

- It's a locked cinch.

- Ain't it the dangdest thing

what a woman can do to a man?

- Yeah.

Schaab, you're gonna be in charge

for the next couple of days.

I'll be out of town.

- Where are you going?

- Gonna try and keep a good man

from being hanged for murdering a skunk!

(dramatic music)

- Tony, can't we stop here for awhile?

- Good idea.

Make camp over there. Start a fire.

- Tony, what are you going to do?

- Ride up in the rocks and check our back trail.

- I thought you said they wouldn't follow.

- I said we were clear, as far as the law was concerned.

I didn't say anything about the Dutchman.

- What will you do if the Dutchman is following.

- Stop him from following.

- Oh no, Tony. We've hurt him enough as it is.

(dramatic music)

(horse clopping)

(weapon clicks)

(dramatic music)

(music intensifies)

(weapon fires)

What was that shot?

- It's Dutch.

- Is he dead?

- What difference does it make?

Let's get out of here. Hurry!

- I'm not going.

- What do you mean, not going?

- I'm through with you, Tony.

I knew you were weak.

I could stand that,

but I couldn't stand being with a man

who would kill from ambush.

- Haven't you turned pious?

- Not pious.

Just hating myself,

for letting you turn me into a cheat and a liar!

- Come on now.

You're being silly.

- I can't leave Dutch out here like this.

- What about the gold?

- I don't care about the gold.

(dramatic music)

(horse clopping)

- Did Drake do this?

What happened? He abandon you?

- No, I, I just couldn't leave Dutch out here like this.

- Why not?

- I don't know.

When he was hurt, it just seemed important to help him.

Is it possible to love a man,

and not know it until it's too late?

- Is this another one of your tricks?

- Think what you please.

Will he make it?

- He might.

He's tough, but he'll need nursing

until he can be picked up.

- I'll stay with him.

- Where's Drake?

- How about a half a day ahead. Headed for Sacramento.

Are you going after him?

- Now I am.

You take the water and grub.

(dramatic music)

(people chattering)

- What will it be?

- Monongahela.

And conversation.

- What kind of conversation?

- A man rides into town with a lot of money

and a desire to stay out of sight.

Where's he go?

- Law? - Not here.

This is personal.

- Whiskey's my business, not gabbing.

(coin spinning)

Funny thing.

Fella rode in a few hours back.

Asked the same question.

- Tall, dark?

- Yeah. I sent him over at the Western Hotel.

Ain't much of a place, but it's what you'd call private.

Right down the street.

- Thanks. - Hey.

You gonna kill him?

- There's a good chance of it.

(dramatic music)

- Yes, sir.

- I'm looking for a friend. I was told he was here.

Name of Drake.

- Nobody by that name registered.

- Tall, dark. Came in tonight.

- I'm sorry, but we don't give out information

about our guests.

- Now listen to me.

This man is a thief, maybe a killer.

I know he's here,

and I'm gonna take him out of here

if I have to rip this place down or its foundations.

Now talk.

- 210, second floor, end of the hall.

(suspenseful music)

- (knocks) Drake?

- (knocks louder) Drake!

(dramatic music)

(weapon clicks)

Did he leave anything in the safe?

- No. - Now, listen friend.

A man doesn't jump out of a window

with 130 pounds of gold on his back.

Open it up.

Open it up, I said.

Where's the nearest place to here that has a safe?

- Saloon.

(door slams)

(people chattering)

- You find him?

- Uh, uh.

- Monongahela?

- Was he pretty thirsty when he hit your place?

- I'll say. (laughs)

- Must've been the first place he hit.

- The way he put away the stuff, I'd say so too.

- He left something for you to keep in your safe, didn't he?

- Yeah. Three big pouches.

- Then he'd be back.

Hmm.

Have you got any wire around the place?

- Wire? Yeah.

- Good. You get it?

- (money clinks) Sure!

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

(suspenseful music)

(weapon clicking)

- So I said to the man, I don't-

- Don't move, Wayne!

You! Get the stuff I left, and no tricks.

- Yes, sir.

- [Matt] Well, my old friend, Drake.

- Stay the way you are.

Don't turn around.

- [Matt] Shot Dutch in the back too, didn't you?

- I'm admitting nothing!

- [Matt] Aren't you gonna give me a chance?

- Raise your hands, Wayne. Slowly.

- [Matt] I'd rather not.

- You asked for it.

(weapon fires)

- Pretty rotten shot, aren't you?

(weapon fires)

(weapon fires)

Thanks a lot, Mr. Kotter. It worked.

- Well, you coulda killed him. Why didn't you?

- He shot a friend of mine.

I didn't wanna be too easy on him,

in case my friend dies.

(dramatic music)

(door squeaks)

Well, Dutch, how do you feel?

Sit down.

- Didn't come to set.

Came to ask questions. Meliss, where is she?

- Why do you wanna see Meliss?

- I ain't a gonna have no woman making a fool out of me.

You were right about her. She's no good.

- If it wasn't for Melissa, you wouldn't be here.

- What do you mean?

- I mean that she left Drake,

and she stayed with you three days out in the hills

until we could pick you up.

When we got to you,

she hadn't had a drink of water in two days.

Saved it all for you.

She pulled you through,

and then she left you so you wouldn't know.

- Why? Why didn't she want me to know?

- Maybe you better ask her.

- Why'd you cut yourself off from Drake?

- Don't ask questions, Dutch.

- You got frightened, didn't ya?

Afraid you's gonna get caught, that's why.

- Yeah sure, that's why.

- You just nursed me through, so

thought maybe when I catched up with you,

I'd go easy on you, huh?

- Yeah sure, that's it.

- Doggone, honey. You can't lie worth a nickel. (laughs)

Maybe you felt a little fondness for old Dutch, huh?

Come here, honey. Come here.

(gentle music)

- [Narrator] As long as she would live,

Meliss was known in San Francisco as the Golden Bride,

the woman who was bought for her weight in gold.

But it wasn't gold that bought her.

It was love, tenderness and understanding.

As I said, gold could buy anything, but not everything.

♪ California ♪

♪ Oh I've traveled here ♪

♪ I've traveled there ♪

♪ I guess I been most everywhere ♪

♪ But I like where I am today ♪

♪ And here is where I'll stay ♪

♪ Now one thing 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 Californ-e-a ♪

♪ Californ-e-a ♪

♪ There's gold in them thar hills ♪

♪ In Californ-e-a ♪

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

♪ In the golden West ♪

♪ I'm gonna strike it rich ♪

♪ In Californ-e-a ♪

♪ Californ-e-a ♪

♪ Californ-e-a ♪

♪ There's gold in them there hills ♪

♪ In Californ-e-a ♪

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