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- [Narrator] In the early days of San Francisco,

there was such a scarcity of females

that young ladies were being snatched

off the streets by women hungry bachelors

too impetuous for the preliminaries of courtship.

To discourage these activities,

a committee imported a number of girls

of high moral standing of the east

for the purpose of matrimony.

They were allowed ample time for being courted

and each selected the man of her own choice.

Most of the marriages were successful, fruitful

and even contributed to the building

of a great state.

- Home sweet home.

- Put me down.

Is this where you expect me to live?

- Oh, I know it ain't much darling,

but we can fix it up.

- Don't you touch me.

- But Cora.

- Don't you dare touch me.

- [Dove] Why?

- Leave me alone.

(dramatic music)

♪ California ♪

♪ California ♪

- [Narrator] The Californians.

♪ Hills of California ♪

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

♪ In the golden west ♪

♪ I'm gonna strike it rich in California ♪

♪ California ♪

(door slams)

- If I had the money,

I'd hire a lawyer and sue you Marshal Wayne.

- Why, Cora, would you sue me?

- Because you got me to San Francisco

on false pretenses, that's why.

That agent you sent back east

to pick us girls made us believe

that the gold nuggets grew on the vines out here.

He said I'd live a life of ease,

servants, carriages, lots of fine clothes

and look at me.

One dress to me and I earned that

for myself before I left home.

- Yes, well, I suppose our agent

did overdo it a bit, but-

- But nothing.

And the man you picked for me and I married,

that Dove Parker promised me the moon

and handed me a hunk of green cheese.

Why you should see that mare's nest he lives in.

- Most of the other women seem

to be perfectly willing to face hardships

for a new start in life.

- And what's so new about hardships?

I've been facing them ever since I could remember.

And there's no future in it, believe me.

I'm warning you, Marshal.

I'm gonna get the money for an annulment

and don't you dare try to stop me.

(dramatic music)

(door slams)

- Hello, Dove.

How are you?

- Pretty good, taking one thing after another.

- Married life isn't easy, is it?

- Oh, no, everything's fine.

Oh, middle and fair.

Oh, well, to tell the truth, man,

I ain't hardly married now whatsoever,

not to speak of, I ain't.

- Cora left you, didn't she?

- She hardly got her foot in the door

when she kind of flew to pieces.

- Why?

- She said I told her a pack of lies.

- You mean you haven't seen her since?

- No, I'm powerful fond of that girl, Matt.

First time I saw her all sweet and pretty and scared.

I knew she was the only gal for me.

You're my best friend, Matt.

Help me find her.

Maybe if I can explain

about the Chinese box and the shiny future

I got planned for us,

why, she'll come back.

- Well, I guess that's what I get

for being a matchmaker.

I'll do whatever I can, Dove.

(all laughing)

- Cora.

Could I speak to you a minute?

- Sure.

Dove sent you?

- No, he didn't, but I'm here on account of him.

Sit down.

- Look, before you start the soft soap,

I want you to know that I hate all men,

Dove especially, and that goes for you, too.

- Well, if you hate all men,

why did you get married?

- It's none of your business.

But I'm gonna get an annulment.

- But you can't do that, Dove loves you.

- Love.

He wanted a woman to marry him,

so he called it love and lied to get me.

Promised me all sorts of things

he could never give me.

- Cora, he meant every word he said.

If you'd waited until you got into his room,

you'd have seen that Chinese box

he keeps in his bureau.

You might have understood.

- What box? What's in it?

- Ask Dove.

- If that's a trick to get me to go back to him,

you're wasting your time.

- Cora, when the committee brought you

and the others out here,

we assumed that you were respectable young ladies

and we promised your folks

that we'd do our best to keep you that way.

Who, uh, signed the papers permitting

you to come out here?

- My Aunt Mattie.

- Your Aunt Mattie wouldn't exactly think

your present occupation was respectable.

- Where my Aunt Mattie comes from,

a bar girl's a social butterfly.

- You haven't had much fun, have you?

- Oh, it's been one big picnic ever since

my mother died and my father ran out on us.

Do you know what it's like to look

for work every day and never find it?

And then to come home and hear

your kid sister cry all night

because she's hungry?

- Well, she's not hungry anymore.

And now you understand why I hate men.

- Well, if you give Dove half a chance,

he'll make you forget all that.

- I can't forget it and I'm through with Dove.

I'll go it alone.

- Cora, if you run out on this marriage,

the committee might send you back east.

- Look, Marshal, why don't you just leave me alone?

I'll earn my living as a bar girl.

I'll keep out of trouble.

Won't you believe that?

- I believe it, but I might have trouble making

the committee believe it.

- Look, Steve, Steve, I'm in trouble.

- Yeah, I heard.

- I can't go back to New York

and I've gotta get out of here real fast.

Could you, could you please lend me $100.

- Sure, sure.

- Will ya? Gee, thanks.

I'll pay it back, I swear I will.

- I know you will.

- You men.

You're all alike.

I hate you!

- Find Dove's girl?

- She's running drinks at the Pillar Saloon.

- I'm not surprised.

Circular from the New York police.

Must have got out here on the boat after she came on.

- Escaped New York Prison for Women at Madawan.

Good old Aunt Mattie.

- She must have forged the papers

she sent the committee.

- Probably.

- Well, there's always one bad apple

in every barrel.

When are you gonna deport her?

- I'm not sure I'm going to deport her.

Stick around, Jim.

I may be gone for a while.

(dramatic music)

(drawer squeaks)

(gun fires)

- Dove?

Dove?

Here, Dove.

Here, easy.

- Oh.

- Who shot you, Dove?

- Accident, cleaning my gun.

- Cleaning your gun?

In the dark? What gun?

- I'm killed, I'm dying.

Oh.

- You're not gonna die.

- Who says I ain't gonna die?

- Your gold nugget.

It stopped the bullet.

- My lucky nugget.

You always laugh about me being superstitious, Matt,

but this proves I'm right.

- Your ribs will be sore for a week.

Now you gonna tell me who shot you?

- I don't know.

- It was Cora, wasn't it?

- Well, I didn't announce myself.

I guess she thought I was a burglar.

Scared her.

- Where's that Chinese box of yours?

- Ain't there?

- No.

I'll bet it's my fault.

I told Cora about that box.

You feel up to trying to find her?

- Well, I would kind of like

to have a word with her.

Where'd you suppose she went?

- Maybe we can find somebody

who saw which way she went.

- I'll come with you.

But you'd better not put her in jail, Matt.

Otherwise, you're gonna have a fight on your hands.

She's still my wife.

(dramatic music)

(horses galloping)

Cora, honey, don't be killed.

You're gonna be fine.

- Let's get her to the nearest ranch.

- Well, Matt.

- Mr. Morton.

- Is the lady sick?

- She got herself thrown out of the buggy.

Can we take her to your ranch house?

- Well, there's nobody there, but you're welcome to.

The misses and me will be away

for a week or more.

- Fine.

Where's the nearest doctor?

- Dr. Jessup, he's right on my way.

I'll get him out here in a hurry.

- Thanks, Brad.

(dramatic music)

Bedroom is in there.

- Poor little thing.

What do we do now, Matt?

- Well, the usual procedure is to get

the patient into bed.

- But we ain't married that much.

We ain't mighty known whatsoever,

not to speak of we ain't.

- Doctor say restrictive clothing is dangerous

to a patient.

- But what do I do if she wakes up?

- Just say hello, wifey dear.

That'll take care of everything.

- Where am I?

- You were hurt, Cora.

We borrowed somebody's ranch house.

A doctor's on the way.

- I don't want a doctor.

I wanna die.

- Well, now don't you speak that way, honey.

- Are you gonna arrest me, Marshal?

Oh, Dove, Dove, don't let him.

Don't let him send me back to Aunt Mattie's.

I couldn't stand it.

Don't let him, Dove.

- Nobody's gonna send you away.

- Oh, Dove, honey.

Please forgive me.

I won't give you any more trouble.

I'll be a good wife, you'll see.

Please, Dove, believe me honey.

- I believe you.

- Hello.

- In here, Doctor.

- I'm Dr. Jessup.

- Doctor, you've gotta help me.

- That's what I'm here for.

- You don't understand, my life's in danger

and yours, too.

Those men are bandits.

They've got a box full of stolen money.

One of them says he's a marshal

and the other one says he's my husband.

They're holding me prisoner.

Doctor, they're only bad men.

Go get the sheriff.

Doctor, Doctor, please, please help me.

Ah!

- How is she, Doctor?

- How do you suppose?

She's awfully sick.

She needs to be quiet.

Stay out, stay out.

- Doctor, can she be moved?

- No, no, by no means.

I left some medicine with her.

Don't touch her, don't go near her.

- Can't I even talk to her?

- No, I forbid, I forbid.

(door closes)

- He sure was in a hurry.

- Mm.

(Matt knocking)

- Cora, what did you say to that doctor

that's got him so scared?

What are you up to?

- Matt, doctor said we was to leave her alone.

- Well, he meant after we got

her tucked snugly into bed.

If you're not gonna put this on her,

I guess I'll have to do it.

- Don't you dare touch me.

- Cora, honey, you'd better go back to bed.

Doctor said you was awful sick.

- I'm not sick.

I just had the wind knocked out of me, that's all.

I am a little hungry.

- So am I.

- Same here.

- What are you gonna do about it, Cora.

- Me? Nothing you jackass.

- Jackass?

Oh, now you have gone far enough.

You get in there and rustle up some food

for us to eat.

- Me, cook for you two? Huh!

I'd rather starve first.

- Get cooking and make sure it's something good.

- Matt, are you sure that's the right way

to handle a woman?

- It's the right way to handle that woman.

(gentle music)

- Mm-mm.

- You really like it?

- Never had such grub since I left home.

- It's the seasoning you know.

You gotta know just what to add.

A bit of that and a pinch of that.

- It is good, Cora.

- Gee, thanks.

- Who taught you to cook like this?

Aunt Mattie?

- Aunt Mattie, my eye.

I hope you,

oh, both of you drop dead.

(gentle music)

(crickets chirping)

When are you planning on sending me back

to San Francisco?

- Tomorrow's time enough.

You in a hurry?

- No.

Besides, I'm not so sure I'm gonna be sent back anyway.

- I think you will.

Where's your husband?

- Oh, he's doing the dishes.

And besides, he's not my husband.

At least he won't be for long.

- Why not?

- None of your business.

Besides, if you have your way,

you're gonna send me back home, aren't you?

- As a bar girl, yes.

As a wife, I don't know.

You were brought out here to be a wife.

- You mean you're gonna give me another chance?

- [Matt] I might.

- What's in it for you, Marshal?

- I like Dove.

How about you?

- He's a man.

Like you.

Like all the others.

- The thing that's different is

that he's in love with you.

- Oh, please, will you stop trying

to make me believe all that?

- I'm going to make you believe it.

- It's too late, not me.

You think a girl hits the skids for nothing,

just for the ride?

- It doesn't have to be a permanent ride.

- You're right, she finally stops

and she hits the bottom.

- She can climb back up.

- I told you it's too late.

- It's a pretty rough course

that they give at Aunt Mattie's Academy

for Wayward Ladies, isn't it, Cora?

- Academy? What are you talking about?

- Aunt Mattie wants you back there.

Sent out a police bulletin for you.

- How long have you known about me?

- What difference does that make?

- Does Dove know I've been in prison?

- Not yet.

- You're not gonna tell him, are you?

- Why shouldn't I?

- Well, you said if I was willing to stay married to Dove-

- Are you willing?

- Anything's better than going back to that prison.

Sure, I'm willing.

But Dove won't be, not when he finds out about me.

- What makes you so sure?

- Because he's a man.

He'll drop me like a hot rock.

Look, Marshal.

Can't you give me just one more chance?

Don't tell Dove about me.

I'll cook for him.

He liked my grub, didn't he?

Now that's a fair exchange.

Please don't tell him about me.

- Cora, I want you to tell him.

- Never.

- Why?

- I told you, even a big dumb ox like Dove

couldn't stand the truth.

It'd hurt too much.

- You're wrong.

- Please.

Please don't tell him.

Just give me another chance, Marshal.

- All right.

I'll give you another chance.

- Promise?

- I promise.

- Dishes all done.

My, you're sure enough a good cook, Cora.

- Thank you, Dove.

- She's also good at breaking out of places, Dove.

- Huh?

- Do you know who Aunt Mattie really it?

- Liar.

- Cora's aunt.

- Aunt Mattie is what the graduates of Madawan Prison

for Women call their alma mater.

- You promised me one more chance.

You're a rotten liar, that's what you are.

- Easy, honey, easy.

- Cora didn't graduate from prison.

She played hooky and now they want her back

to work out her diploma.

- And you're gonna see that I get back, aren't you?

Oh, how I hate you.

- I kind of hate you, too, Matt,

for telling me all this.

- And the joke's on you, isn't it?

You said you loved me.

Now what do you think of your jailbird wife?

- I think she's wonderful.

- You mean, you mean what he just said doesn't make

any difference to you?

- No.

Kind of makes me want you all the more.

- [Cora] Even after I shot you and-

- Oh, I kind of scared you, the shooting.

I don't think you even knew it was me.

- I don't believe it.

It's a trick.

There's no man that good on the face of the earth.

- You see, Cora doesn't believe

there's such a thing as a man being decent

and really loving a woman.

- Of course I love you, honey.

Don't you believe it?

- If I really could believe it,

what's the use?

I'd never know whether it was you

or the money in that box.

Just send me back.

- You can cry all you want, Cora baby,

'cause I'm gonna see you won't cry no more.

- Don't you talk to me like that, Dove Parker.

Don't you dare make me like you.

I'll only hate you for it.

Does this big dumb ox really love me?

Is that what you were trying to prove to me?

- Simple, isn't it?

- Well, I just never thought

there'd be any man I could trust.

Now all of a sudden I meet two of them.

- All right, stay right where you are.

Get his gun, Fred.

- I suppose you have some sort of reason for this?

- I have.

I'm Sheriff Benton.

- I'm Marshal Wayne from San Francisco.

- The girl said he's claim that.

- Oh, no.

- Abducting women isn't quite

the right kind of job for a marshal, is it?

- Abducting?

Why, she's my wife.

- She said he'd claim that, too.

- I'm sorry, I lied.

- Apparently you are the city marshal

of San Francisco, but that doesn't clear you

of the girl's charges.

- But I didn't mean the things I said.

- Oh, didn't you?

Well, that's not a very nice thing

for a young lady to do,

getting a busy sheriff out here

on a wild goose chase.

Suppose you come with me.

- Why should she?

- Because she's an escaped convict, that's why.

I'm taking her back to San Mateo

and sending her back to prison.

- [Matt] No you're not, Sheriff.

- Why should you be objecting

to my locking her up?

She's a criminal, isn't she?

- That was in New York.

In the first place I don't think

the courts in California would be interested in her.

Do you disagree with that?

- You got one good argument, Marshal.

That gun in your hand.

Now I went to a lot of trouble

to come out here.

And I don't wanna go back

with nothing to show for it.

- Sheriff, the girl said that box

had full of stolen money.

- Well, that could just be

the argument I've been waiting for.

What about this box, Marshal?

- You got me, Sheriff.

I know it was stolen, she stole it.

- She did not.

I give it to her.

- Well, this is getting mighty interesting.

Who's got the key to the box?

- Open it, Dove.

- Why, there's nothing in it except a piece of paper.

- This is Dove's reward for saving

the life of a Chinese holy man.

- Can I read the Chinese writing in it?

This box is blessed by the gods

and for him who believes it will one day overflow

with all things valuable and precious.

Do you believe, Cora?

- I don't know.

- Dr. Jessup, the next time

a pretty young girl comes to you

with a tall tale, feed her some pills

and don't come yelling to me.

- Marshal Wayne, here.

- Sheriff, let's stay out of each other's territory,

but come over to San Francisco for a visit.

- I'll try to, come on, Doc.

(grand music)

- I guess you're right, Cora, Dove is dumb.

He really believes in that box.

- I sure do.

The day I got this I met you, Cora,

and it's already got something mighty precious in it,

'cause this here paper's our married certificate.

- So you see, there's no money.

- Only a dream.

- Who cares about the money.

I'm beginning to care about the dream.

That is it I don't have

to go back to Aunt Mattie's.

- Oh, I don't think Aunt Mattie

would be interested in you anymore.

You just earned your diploma.

- Thank you, Marshal, thank you for everything.

Oh, I've never felt like this

in my whole life, Dove.

(triumphant music)

♪ 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 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 California ♪

♪ California ♪

♪ There's gold in them there hills in California ♪

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

♪ In the golden west ♪

♪ I'm gonna strike it rich in California ♪

♪ California ♪

♪ California ♪

♪ There's gold in them there hills ♪

♪ In California ♪

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