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- [Matt] The 49ers were not the first Americans

to come to California, many others had preceded them.

Some had inter-married with the Mexicans they found there.

The Spanish word for their offspring was mestizos,

but to the rough, tough gold-seekers

their offspring were called half-breeds, a term of contempt.

(gun shot fires)

(tense dramatic music)

- [Townsman] What happened?

- [Offender] He called me a half-breed.

- [Townsman] He had it coming.

- [Matt] Another half-breed was Abe Sanchez,

stage driver, Abe was a friend of mine

and I was glad to have the chance of driving his coach

for awhile on the return trip from Monterrey.

- Come on.

(engaging action music)

(gun shot fires)

(tense dramatic music)

(horse gallops)

(gun shots fire)

- Matt, my father, Stuart Sanchez, give him this.

Hangtown, El Dorado County.

Thanks Matt for everything.

(engaging dramatic music)

* California, California

- [Announcer] "The Californians."

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

* In the golden west

* I'm gonna strike it rich in California, California *

(mournful music)

- Looking for something?

- Yes, a hotel.

- This here's a hotel.

- Your hotel?

- Did he say it was?

This here is Biggo Jessup.

I'm Wes Neeley.

- Howdy.

- You never heard those names before?

- Can't say as I have.

- Then he ain't been in the gold fields long has he, Wes?

- How bout the name, Reed Bullard?

Maybe you're looking for him?

- I'm looking for a bed and a washbowl.

- Hold it, Biggo.

He had a badge.

- Yeah, yeah, maybe we oughta ride out

to the mine and tell Mr. Bullard.

A man wearing a badge comes to town he oughta know, Wes.

- He'll know about it as soon as he signs the register.

- Oh yeah, and then we'll know his name.

- Yeah, then we'll tell Bullard.

- Yeah.

(dark dramatic music)

(door knocks)

- Come in.

You're just in time.

Thank you very much.

What's the matter?

- People around here, don't say thanks.

- Why not?

- My name is Florita Bowen.

- Glad to know you, Miss Bowen.

Will you get me a shirt out of that bag?

Florita, that's a very pretty Spanish name.

- My mother was Mexican.

- Florita, little flower.

- You speak Spanish?

- (speaks foreign language)

I have Spanish friends in San Francisco.

- You better tell them to stay out of Hangtown, Mr. Wayne.

- You know my name.

- By now it's all over town.

You wrote it in the register.

I heard Wes Neeley read it out.

- Wes Neeley, yes I ran into him when I arrived.

Who is he?

- He works for Mr. Bullard.

- Who is Mr. Bullard?

- He owns this hotel, and the store,

and a big mine south of town.

- You lived here long?

- I was born here, near here.

My mother and father died last year of the fever.

- You had it too didn't you?

Your hair.

- It's growing out.

- It always grows in prettier.

Florita, do you know where I could

find a man named Stuart Sanchez,

lives here, married to an American woman?

What's the matter.

- Please, Mr. Wayne, I have to clean the lobby.

(engaging dramatic music)

- Howdy, what have we got to eat?

- Nothing, we don't serve no meals here.

- Looks as though somebody had something to eat.

- I did.

- Oh, I guess it'd be foolish

of me to ask if you had like water, wouldn't it?

- Yeah, it would.

- That's what I thought.

Well, then I'll have something stronger.

That is a bar, isn't it?

(drink pours)

Thank you.

Well, how's the mining?

- Hello, Elmer.

- How do I find a man named Stuart Sanchez?

- I don't know, now it's my turn.

- Shoot.

- Where are you from?

How long are you gonna be here?

- Two or three days and I'm from San Francisco.

- This half-breed you're looking for,

what happens when you find him?

- I won't know til I find him.

- What happens if you don't?

- Why wouldn't I find him?

- Folks around here don't like strangers go poking

their nose in places where it don't concern them.

Ain't that right, Elmer?

- I haven't any more questions, do you?

- Hey, Elmer, you're a poor excuse of a barkeep,

letting dirt fall in this gentleman's glass.

(suspenseful music)

Ain't you gonna buy another?

(Biggo laughs maniacally)

(suspenseful music)

- Are you the Sheriff of Hangtown.

- I wear the badge.

- Well, so do I.

I'm sorry, Sheriff, there's something

about your town I don't understand.

I'm Matt Wayne, Marshal of San Francisco.

- Glad to know you.

- I wonder if you could give me a little information.

- About what?

- Well, a man named Stuart Sanchez,

any idea where I can find him?

- Oh, Stu Sanchez, why he moved away.

- When.

- Oh, six, seven months ago.

- Any idea where he moved to?

- No, I don't, he moved when all of 'em moved.

- All of them?

- Yeah, all those Mexicans and half-breeds was run out

of town by the Law and Order Committee.

- Were they miners, these Mexicans?

- Some of 'em.

- Who go their claims.

- Well, Americans, of course.

Some of the claims wasn't even registered.

Them that was, was illegal.

- Yeah, of course.

- Well, what's a matter?

They're foreigners ain't they?

This ain't the only town it happened in.

California's a part of America now ain't it?

- That's right mister and they're as American as we are.

They were born here.

Anyway, Sheriff, maybe you can tell me

where Sanchez used to live?

- Now what good would that do?

There's nobody there now.

- I wanna ride out and have a look.

- Well, it's just an empty shack.

- Where is it, Sheriff?

- I see you're dead-set on knowing ain't ya?

Well, he had a little claim out south of town.

- Claim, who's working it?

- Well, nobody, his claim wasn't worth a nickel.

- Are you gonna tell me where it is?

- All right, if you're dead-set on knowing, again,

I'll tell you that it's about three miles south of town.

- Thanks.

- And Mr. Wayne, there's some folks

that wouldn't like you nosing around out there.

- Who for instance, Reed Bullard?

- You know him?

- I aim to.

- Well, watch your step will ya,

'cause he owns mighty near this whole town.

- Does he own you too, Sheriff?

- Mr. Wayne, I was elected to this office not appointed,

now if you don't like Hangtown you get out,

because nobody asked you to come here.

- That's where you're wrong.

Somebody did ask me to come here.

(suspenseful music)

(tense dramatic music)

- Wes, take the horses up.

Marshal Wayne, my name's Reed Bullard.

I think I owe you an apology.

- How so, Mr. Bullard?

- I'm Head of the Law and Order Committee here.

That means I've got enemies.

A couple of my men took a notion that you were one of them.

- Your men are mistaken.

- That's what I told them.

Still, you have been acting sort of mysterious.

- Nothing mysterious about it.

I'm looking for a man named Stuart Sanchez.

- Old Stu Sanchez the half-breed?

- You know him then?

- Oh, everybody knew him.

He used to have a claim out near one of mine.

I was kind of sorry to see him go.

You may have heard, we cleaned out all the Mexicans.

- What about the girl in the hotel?

- Someone has to keep the place clean.

- You wouldn't have any idea where Sanchez went, would you?

- No, I'm afraid you've wasted a long, hard ride, Marshal.

- Thank you, Mr. Bullard.

- Now, you surprise me, Marshal.

- How so?

- You're a man with a big reputation.

Here you are kicking up a fuss

about a no-good half-breed, why?

- All I'm kicking up so far is a lot of dust.

- You need a drink?

- Thanks, but I'm on my way out to old Sanchez's place.

- You're wasting your time, Marshal.

- I'll have a look around anyway.

(horse gallops)

- Wes!

- Want him took care of, Mr. Bullard?

- No, where's Sheriff Yotts?

- In his office.

- What did he ask you?

- He asked me where Stu Sanchez was.

What did you tell him?

- Well, what could-

- You told him where Stu lived.

- Well I had to, he's a US Marshal.

- Now listen, Yotts, this is my town.

I've got my money invested here

and it's your job to protect it.

- If you want him took care of, Mr. Bullard-

- I told you no!

I'm a mine owner and a businessman.

I don't want any killings.

Some things you don't settle with guns.

Biggo?

- Yeah, Mr. Bullard.

- You take care of him as soon

as he comes back from Stu Sanchez's place.

Use those big hands of yours on his eyes.

Get him out of Hangtown, you know what I mean?

You can do it, Biggo.

(dark dramatic music)

(engaging music)

- Howdy.

How do you do?

Florita, what's the matter with Hangtown besides its name?

- The people, they're full of hate.

Why do you think I stay in this terrible town?

- Why do you?

- I have a debt to pay off.

Biggo Jessup is waiting for you.

- Me, why?

- They don't want you to know, Mr. Wayne, about Stu Sanchez.

- I just came from Sanchez's place.

He must've left there a long time ago.

Probably with the other Mexicans?

- What's wrong with being a Mexican or a half-breed.

Why should you deny what you are?

- You shouldn't, you should be proud.

- I was, before Reed Bullard.

- What did he do?

- He was kind to me when my parents died.

- And?

- Sanchez didn't do him any harm, nothing.

He was a nice old man, he wouldn't hurt anyone.

He didn't move away from here.

Mr. Wayne, he was shot.

- Shot?

- Yes.

- Are you sure?

- Wes Neeley told me about it once when he was drunk.

He said Reed Bullard had gone out there one night

full of hate and whiskey and killed him.

- Sure, to get his claim.

- His claim?

- His diggings, his gold mine.

- Sanchez wasn't a miner, he raised goats.

- Well, why would Bullard wanna kill him?

- He hates Mexicans.

- A lot of men hate other men

but they don't shoot 'em down in cold blood.

Why would Bullard single out a goat-herd like Sanchez?

- I don't know.

- Sanchez didn't leave town with the others?

- Oh no, he was killed before that,

three or four days before.

I even know where he's buried.

- Will you take me out there?

- Yes, I hate this town.

- Why don't you leave, there other towns?

California's a big state.

- For a half-breed?

Mexicans try to live by American law.

Here it's Reed Bullard's law.

This used to be a nice town, now it's like it has the fever.

It's changed.

- Maybe the town will change, it could.

- Not til it gets rid of Reed Bullard,

until then, (speaks foreign language)

- (speaks foreign language)

Finished?

- Finished.

Make love to me, pretend.

- Why?

- Biggo Jessup is watching.

Let him think we're making love.

He's still there.

- Don't you worry about Jessup.

You better get back to your work.

- If you have to fight him, be careful of your eyes.

- Thanks.

(suspenseful music)

- Got your eye on that breed gal, huh?

- Right pretty girl.

- Did she tell ya she's my gal?

- Couldn't be, she has better taste.

- Wayne.

(punch thuds)

(intense action music)

(punch thuds)

(bottles shatter)

(intense action music)

(door shatters)

(punch thuds)

(intense action music)

(water splashes)

(engaging dramatic music)

- Where did you take him?

- Doc Emmerts.

He'd have likely drowned.

He sure was beat up.

- When Doc gets him patched up tell him he's through.

- Biggo?

- Biggo.

- You're firing him?

- I'm accepting his resignation, any objections?

- Biggo and me, been together a long time.

- [Reed] And you'd like to keep it that way?

- Maybe we would after that Marshal is took care of.

- No, Wes, I don't want him took care of.

- Biggo and me, we come from Missouri together.

- What are you trying to do, earn a reputation?

- His Papi's farm was right next to ours.

- Wanna go down in history as the man

who killed Matt Wayne, is that it?

- I ain't interested in the history part.

- Wes.

(gun shot fires)

Go get a horse and keep going.

- Bullard, you've gone too far.

- Shut up, Meyer, I know what I'm doing.

Wayne's too important to kill him and we'll have

US Marshal's investigating digging into things here.

- Well, Wayne's already digging and you know something?

I hope he digs deep enough.

- For what?

- To find you.

(mournful music)

- Who buried him?

You did, didn't you?

- Somebody had to.

(engaging dramatic music)

(horse gallops)

- It's Bullard, try to get him to talk.

I'll be in the background, don't worry.

- Where is he?

- I don't know.

- You're lying.

(hand slaps)

Where is he?

I've killed others, I'll kill you.

- Take your hands off her.

- Marshal, I've been wanting to see you.

- Well, here I am.

- Wayne, you look to me to be a smart man.

- I try to be.

- Smart men like money, how's 500 in gold?

- What do I have to do to earn it?

- Very easy, go home, forget about Stu Sanchez.

- I'm afraid I'm not that smart.

- 1,000.

2,000.

Some of your gambling I've heard of.

You're not above taking easy money.

- When I gamble, the other fellow has a chance.

- What does that mean?

- Did Stu Sanchez have a chance when you killed him?

We've just been to his grave where you dropped him.

Would you like to see it?

- Marshal, I ain't never dropped anybody.

Drop the belt, Marshal.

You should have taken that offer, you know.

(punch thuds)

(intense action music)

- Why did you kill Sanchez, Bullard?

It wasn't his land, there was no gold on that.

(punch thuds)

(intense action music)

Too rich to want his goats, what was it, Bullard?

(punch thuds)

There, there's your one-man law, Florita, look at him.

My guess is he's through running

this town as his private estate.

- (speaking in foreign language)

- (speaking in foreign language)

- You speak Spanish like a native.

Could it be you're a Mexican?

- I'm as much American as you are?

- Could it be you're a Mexican, a half-breed?

- American.

- If you are it's nothing to be ashamed of.

- I'm not.

- You are, you are ashamed of it.

- No.

- [Wayne] Come on Bullard, admit it.

- My mother was, not another living soul knows it.

Tried to run me out like all the rest.

- But Stu Sanchez knew it and his son Abe too,

so you had to kill both of them, isn't that it?

- Reed Bullard, I'd like to kill you.

- Shoot me and get it over with.

- No, shooting is too good for you.

I want to see you hang, a man who would

murder to deny his own blood.

- You're a fool, Bullard.

You're as American as we are.

(engaging dramatic music)

- Well Matt, I think this town's gonna be all right now.

- I'm sure it is, Sheriff.

- Good luck.

- You too.

- Bye.

- Goodbye, Mr. Wayne.

- Florita, I was coming in to say goodbye to you.

I want you to do me a favor.

I want you to have this.

- What is it?

- Sanchez's savings, $200, I came here to give it to Stu.

- I can't take it.

- All right, then spend it.

Buy a gravestone for Stu.

Have them carve something nice on it in Spanish.

(Spanish guitar plays)

(engaging dramatic music)

* California

* Oh, I 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 just one thing I 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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