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- [Matt] By 1853, we had reorganized

the San Francisco Police Force.

With 50 well-trained men, we were ready to crack down

on the gangs of organized thieves which infested the town.

Crooked gambling houses were raided and shut down.

The word went out through the city underworld

that the roust was on.

The underworld attempted a last test of strength,

a revival of the Old Regulator and Sydney Duck mobs

posed a deliberate challenge to law and order.

(men clamoring) (tense music)

- All right, men, follow me.

(men laughing)

- All right, break it up.

Throw down your weapons, you're under arrest.

- Come on, men.

There's only two of 'em.

Let's bust 'em open.

(men cheering) (punch cracks)

- He's quite a man.

- A lot of man.

- Hold it.

If you value your lives, you'll throw down your weapons.

- Let's go in.

I'd say Wayne was the best city marshal this town ever had.

- Yes, indeed.

Loyal, honest, beyond corruption.

- It may interest you men to know

that within the last eight months,

he has cleared the police force

of at least 10 grafting policemen,

thus shutting off sources of information and protection.

In other words, gentlemen, he's getting too close to us.

We've got to get rid of Wayne,

or else we're out of business.

- That's easy, kill him.

- Oh, dear, dear, nothing like that.

We can't afford martyrs.

Killing Wayne would revive the Vigilance Committee.

We must be cleverer, Mr. Almont.

- We've got to drag him down to a level

where nobody'll care if we kill him.

(gentle vocalizing)

(somber music)

- Morning, Mr. Mayor, gentlemen.

You sent for me?

- Matt, have you seen this?

- The Herald is a blackmail paper.

It'll sell its soul along with its space

to anyone willing to pay the price.

- But Matt, Joe Harper's the city judge.

- Who will sell any decision in his court

to the highest bidder.

- The public is more likely to believe the judge

than the common gambler, Marshal Wayne.

- A crooked judge more than an honest gambler?

- What Mr. Coleman means is that if you run a gambling house

on the side, it's liable to affect public sentiment.

- Do you think it'll affect the performance of my duties?

- Of course not, but Matt, don't you think

you oughta take leave of absence

until this thing blows over?

- Absolutely not.

- Well, gentlemen.

- You understand, any scandal may affect

and damage the city administration?

If Harper can prove his charges,

we will not stand behind you.

- I must inform you

that Joe Harper's heading the investigating committee,

and he has appointed a man

by the name of Jeremy Pitt as chief investigator.

- Who's Jeremy Pitt?

- A new lawyer in San Francisco.

You look out for him.

(tense music)

- Matt?

There's a fella in your office,

came in with a court order for the department records.

He's in there looking 'em over now.

- Finding anything of interest?

- Not yet.

- Those records are closed to the public,

and this is my chair.

- And this is my coat.

- I presume you're Mr. Pitt?

- That's right, and I presume you're Mr. Wayne?

- How long you been in San Francisco, Mr. Pitt?

- About a month.

- You've been here a month and you consider yourself

qualified to investigate the police department?

- Any town or any police department's the same

to a lawyer who knows his business.

- Oh, and you know your business?

- I think I do.

- Then why the devil didn't you start

by investigating the people who hired you?

- Nobody's been paying me for that.

- You'll hire out to anyone, is that it?

- To anyone, Mr. Wayne.

The law doesn't permit a lawyer to sit in judgment

on the guilt or innocence of his clients.

- Why did you come to San Francisco?

- To make money.

- So you were looking for a shortcut,

and you found one, didn't you?

- Just a minute, now.

- How much are your clients paying you for smearing me?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- I'm talking about you, Mr. Pitt.

You and every other cheap hustler

that hangs around Judge Harper and his gang of thieves.

You'd do any kind of dirty work,

as long as the money was there.

Well, an honest lawyer wouldn't touch his proposition

with a 10-foot pole.

Now, get outta here!

- I've got a court order for those records

and I'm taking 'em with me.

- That Judge Harper ordered?

- That's right.

- Then they're not leaving this office.

- Are you refusing to honor a court order?

- Get one from an honest judge, if you can.

Until then, they stay right where they are.

Out.

- Now, you listen to me, Wayne.

If you're innocent,

you've got nothing to worry about from me,

but if you're guilty, I'll hit you so hard

you'll bounce into prison

and you'll still be bouncing when you get out.

(ominous music)

- You may get a court order from another judge,

but there's no guarantee that Wayne would honor it.

- Any suggestions?

- Wayne owns the gambling house, doesn't he?

Gentlemen, back where I come from,

that would automatically make a public official suspect.

He's charged gamblers with running crooked games,

put them out of business.

Maybe it was just an excuse to ruin the competition.

- I suggest that you start along those lines at once.

Good day, Mr. Pitt.

- Good day, sir.

Good day, Mr. Malone.

- Good day.

- Well?

- This is what I've been waiting for.

When I get through with Wayne, he'll be disgraced,

discredited and ready for the kill.

(ominous music)

The dealer's been fixed.

All you've gotta do is yell, cheat, and examine the cards.

- And then?

- There'll be some more men there.

Bust up the place.

Make it look real good.

(gamblers chatting)

- Your perfume's too heavy, Susanna.

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Fansler.

- Don't use so much.

- How's the play?

- Fast.

There are a lot of strange faces here tonight.

- Yes, including one that I don't like.

Excuse me.

Part of your investigation, Mr. Pitt?

- Isn't it odd for a city marshal

to be running a gambling house?

- Where are you from, Pitt?

- Illinois.

- Well, things that are considered odd in Illinois

are taken in stride here.

- But you've already closed other gambling houses.

- Now what are you getting at?

- Well, isn't it possible

that you're trying to drive out the competition?

- Those games were crooked.

- And yours?

Are they honest?

- Take a look around, see for yourself.

Here, I'll start you off.

- Mr. Wayne.

- What is it, Susanna?

- I, I don't feel well.

Could you take my table for a few minutes?

- Certainly.

The game is stud.

- Let me see that deck.

- Why?

- Give it to me and I'll tell you why.

I knew it, they're marked.

Ace of hearts, four of diamonds, six of spades.

The house is crooked, men.

Let's break it up.

(dramatic music)

(punches thudding)

(chair crashing)

- [Mrs. Fansler] Gimme the gun.

(gun firing)

All right, everybody out.

- You're a handy man in a brawl, Mr. Pitt.

- Haven't had as much fun since I wrestled Abe Lincoln.

- Who's Abe Lincoln?

- Oh, he's a country lawyer back home.

Licked me real good, too.

- Why did you get in the fight?

- To save you.

- For what?

- For me.

- You still think I'm crooked, huh?

- After tonight, I'm sure of it.

- Did you ever hear of a frame-up?

- Every cheap thief yells frame-up when he's caught.

Good night, Mrs. Fansler.

- Oh, Pitt?

- Yeah?

- Thanks for helping, anyway.

- Well, I told ya I was saving you for me.

- Now what?

- I'm gonna find that girl that was dealing at this table.

- Susanna Temple.

She lives above the Chinese laundry on Geary Street, why?

- I'm gonna ask her what a marked deck was doing in my game.

(somber music)

- I'll bet the first thing that Wayne'll do

will be look for the Temple girl.

- Well, get her outta town.

What about Caulder?

- He's a weak sister.

If Wayne finds him and puts on the pressure, he'll talk.

- Any suggestions?

- Yes, we'll use him to tighten the rope around Wayne.

- We?

You, do as you like, but don't tell me about it.

After all, I am a judge.

- Susanna?

(thudding)

(men chatting)

- [Man] I think I'm gonna get another drink.

(thoughtful music)

(suspenseful music)

- Don't move, Wayne.

Get over there.

Huh, that's Caulder,

the man that accused you of cheating him.

You looked for him, then you found him.

Then you pistol-whipped him, too, only you hit him too hard.

But maybe you wanted to get rid of him.

Wayne, you're gonna hang for murder.

(solemn music)

- Matt, you've placed me and my administration

and every man who backs you in a most embarrassing position.

Now, I want the truth.

Did you kill Caulder?

- No!

- Can you convince a jury of that?

- Depends on how honest the jury is.

If it's in Judge Harper's courtroom, it won't be.

You know that.

- Well, somebody's kicking up a riot.

The city council's yelling for your neck.

- Well, I can't help myself in here.

- I can't get you out, Matt.

If I tried, the public would have me removed from office.

I'm sorry, Matt, that's the way the cards fall.

- Turnkey, Mayor Geary wants to go out.

- [Mayor] I'm sorry, Matt.

(keys jangling)

- Hello, Matt.

Are you all right?

- Sure, sure, I'm just fine.

- The club's closed, by court order.

Joe Harper served it himself with great satisfaction.

- Well, good old Joe.

- He came in reeking with complacency and patchouli.

- Hmm?

- Patchouli, Matt.

- What's patchouli?

- That's the perfume that Susanna Temple used.

She drenched herself with it.

Don't you see, Harper's been around her recently.

Some of the scent got on his clothes.

- Then he must know where she is.

I've gotta get outta here.

I've got to.

- I got your note, Mrs. Fansler.

Why did you ask for this meeting?

- On behalf of Matt Wayne, he needs help.

He needs your help, Mr. Pitt.

- I'm sorry.

Any further discussion would be painful to both of us.

- I'm only asking you one favor.

That is, you ask yourself some questions.

- Questions?

- How did you happen

to be in Susanna Temple's room that night?

Someone sent you. Wasn't that it?

- Why, yes, Judge Harper asked me to get a statement

from her about cheating at the El Dorado Club.

- And you arrived in time to see Matt Wayne

standing beside the man he's supposed to have murdered?

How opportune, Mr. Pitt.

And what about this man Caulder,

who was in the room of a girl

who had apparently helped cheat him at cards?

- Why would anybody wanna frame Matt Wayne?

- Mr. Pitt, this is a growing city.

It's like an orchard.

It grows, blooms, and yields a golden fruit.

Some of us are willing to wait for the fruit to drop.

Others want to shake the tree,

no matter how much they break the branches

or wreck the foliage, to get a better share of the harvest.

Matt Wayne was a watchdog

to keep that kind of person away from the orchard.

- Are you in love with Matt Wayne?

- That's none of your business.

Besides, that doesn't matter.

- Is he in love with you?

- As far as he's concerned, I work for him.

- I'd hate to see a fine woman like yourself

wasting her heart on a thief.

(solemn music)

- [Man] Are you certain of a conviction?

- It would help if we had a witness

who could place Wayne and Caulder

in the Temple girl's room before Caulder was killed.

- You'll have that witness.

- We'll also need the testimony of the Temple girl

to establish the cause of the quarrel before the murder.

- We'll produce her at the proper time.

- Gentlemen, you are magicians.

All I need do is ask, and you'll produce witnesses.

But there's only one thing.

- Yeah?

- What do I get out of all this?

- Your fee, of course.

- Gentlemen, there's a nice new city growing up out there.

Like an orchard, gentlemen, bearing golden fruit.

You've been shaking the tree for a long time.

Now, I want my share.

- Well, it looks like Mr. Pitt

isn't as virtuous as we thought.

- The rewards of virtue are small.

I've been living on sour apples for a long time.

Now, I want some juicy plums.

Remember that.

- Just one thing.

Don't be too greedy.

A man can sicken and die from eating too many plums.

Remember that.

(suspenseful music)

- [Matt] A little late to be calling, isn't it, Mr. Pitt?

- I want a statement from you, Wayne.

If you'll cooperate, we might be able

to make a deal for a lesser charge.

Open up.

- I'll have to lock you in.

- I understand.

Wayne, since you've been in jail,

I've had a chance to go over your records,

and there are several questions I wanna ask of you.

First of all, in your own handwriting,

I have a letter here that needs a little answer,

first of all.

(keys jangling)

Help!

Help!

Get him off me, help!

Help!

Get him off me. Help!

- Matt, Matt, what are you trying to do, cause more trouble?

(thudding)

- Boy, you nearly killed me.

- I had to make it look good.

- Yeah, but not that good.

Matt, go over to Widow Fansler's.

I'll meet you there in a couple of hours,

after I find out where that Temple girl is.

- All right.

You mind telling me one thing?

- Yeah.

- Why are you doing this?

Why the change of heart?

- Well, just say I don't like dirty plums.

- You...

(tense music)

- Then, all of a sudden, bang,

right in the back of my head, and down I went.

- That's all. - Yes, sir.

- Pitt helped him to escape.

- No doubt about it.

What do we do now?

- Get rid of Pitt.

Call him in.

- Oh, not here.

- Of course not here.

I'll take him out into the country, and he won't come back.

- Take that Temple girl with you.

With Wayne around, she may prove embarrassing.

- I'll plant her and Pitt in the same grave.

Now, you get on over to the marshal's office

and keep an eye on things around here.

Now, call him in.

- [Judge] Come in, Mr. Pitt.

- Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen.

All right, Coleman, what is it?

- I've got just one thing to say,

there'll be mob violence in this town

if Wayne isn't brought in.

Already your administration is being blamed.

- Doc, that's foolish.

- Foolish or not, it can lead to trouble.

You'd better get Wayne, Mayor.

- Well, all right, I'll assume command

of the police department at once

and issue general orders for Matt Wayne to be brought in.

- You've gotta go stronger than that, Geary.

- I suggest that you issue an order

to bring in Matt Wayne dead or alive.

- Now you're talking. - That's what we need.

Dead or alive.

- He said two hours.

It's more than three now.

- Where are you going?

- After Jeremy Pitt.

- But you don't know where he is.

- I'm gambling Judge Harper does.

I'll need a gun.

- [Mrs. Fansler] Please be careful, Matt.

(suspenseful music)

(quiet snoring)

(ominous music)

- Wake up, Your Honor.

Where's Jeremy Pitt?

- I, I don't know.

- You're dead in five seconds

if you don't come up with answers.

- Uh, I, you don't dare.

It's murder.

- I've got a rope around my neck already.

(gun cocking)

Two seconds.

- They're going out to my farm on the Stockton Road.

Malone has 'em.

- Wayne, he just left me.

He's heading for Stockton Road.

- Sergeant, put a guard on all the livery stables in town.

Coleman, get ahold of your citizen's posse.

Ride out to Stockton Road.

And you, get in touch with the county sheriff.

Tell him we need more men.

Tell him to call all his deputies.

Move!

(dramatic music)

- Where are you taking us?

- If you'd like my concerted legal opinion, Ms. Temple,

our friend is intent

upon getting rid of some embarrassing evidence.

- Mr. Malone, don't you remember?

You promised you'd give me money.

Money to go home.

Don't you remember, you promised?

You said- - Shut up.

Get up there.

Get going.

(thoughtful music)

All right, start digging.

Get down.

- You walk from here.

Keep moving.

(gunfire pops)

- Get his gun, Jeremy.

- I hope you're not scared speechless, Ms. Temple.

You'll have an awful lot of talking to do

when we get back into town.

(gunfire pops)

(happy music)

- Matt, we'd like you to take this back, on one condition.

- What's that?

- We cannot have a city marshal

who operates a gambling house.

- Well, I'm afraid I can't afford

to give up a profit of $200 a day

for a job that pays $200 a month.

Thanks for the honor, gentlemen.

- [Mayor] Oh, Matt, please.

- Gentlemen, you know I've always been opposed

of the city marshal owning a gambling house,

but I've reconsidered my position.

In these days, with eggs a dollar apiece,

$50 hats, $100 shoes,

there's no wonder that our $200 a month

marshals have accepted bribes.

Now, I'm not saying, Matt,

that you would necessarily accept a bribe,

even if you were poor, but in view of his situation,

at least we don't have to worry about his honesty.

- Well, I'm afraid I can't quite justify that to the public.

Matt, you trust Mrs. Fansler, don't you?

- Yes.

- Then I have a suggestion to make.

You and Mrs. Fansler are close friends.

Why don't you put the gambling house in her name

and let her operate it.

- We're not that close friends.

- If that's all right with you gentlemen, it's fine with me.

- Jeremy, draw up a bill of sale for $1,

and other valuable consideration.

- I'm glad you're keeping the job, Matt.

- Why?

- Well, every person you put in jail,

I'll get a nice big fee getting 'em out.

- Wanna bet on that?

(Matt laughs)

(dramatic 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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