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- [Narrator] San Francisco, 1854.

A cleanup of the Barbary Coast seems certain

after a series of raids on notorious thieves stands.

Caught in the police net was one of

the city's most notorious criminals.

He was held on a charge of murder.

- You can tell the mayor

to get the gallows ready, Mr. Coleman.

We got positive identification and a reliable witness.

- You've had witnesses against Tom Grinder before.

- But Grinder's always bought them off

or frightened them off, but not Johnny Vaughn.

This is one man who won't be frightened.

You know, it's kind of ironic.

I've had Grinder in court on the worst crimes in the book

and never been able to make it stick.

Now I've got him on a petty $50 murder

and nobody's going to get to my witness.

(Door opens)

- Vaughn's escaped. Broke away on Montgomery Street,

stole a horse and headed north outta town.

- Well, Marshall!

- All I can say is there must be something

awfully compelling about that wife of his.

- What are you plannin' to do now?

- Ride out and bring him in.

Grinder's boys will be riding out

when they hear about Vaughn's escape.

If I don't get there first, I'll be

packing him back across my saddle.

He won't ever be able to talk.

(harsh foreboding music)

* Californiay

* Californiay

* There's gold - [Narrator] The Californians!

* In them there hills in Californiay *

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

* In the golden west

* I'm gonna strike it rich in Californiay *

* Californiay

(pensive violin music)

(distant gunshots)

(gunshots continue)

(gunshots intensify)

(gunshots hitting house)

(gunshots)

(gunshots continue)

(casings dislodging)

- Hey look, company.

(galloping)

- Looks like Matt Wayne.

(bullet hitting rock)

- Leave him to me.

(intense orchestral music)

(gunshot)

(Matt falling)

(gunshot)

(intense orchestral music)

- Johnny! Open the door!

(intense orchestral music)

(gunshots continue)

(Matt falling)

(door closing and locking)

- Where'd they getcha?

- My leg...here in my arm.

- You need some patching.

- Nevermind that now. (glass shattering)

(shoes scraping)

(gunshot)

Why'd ya do it, Johnny?

Why'd you break away from those men who were guarding you?

(gunshot)

- My wife. She's expecting the baby.

(glass shattering)

- Why didn't ya tell me?

I coulda brought her into town in a police escort.

- I was afraid. Grinder has friends everywhere,

even in your police.

If they had heard they might a done somethin'

to Gertrude to get at me.

(gunshot)

- When's the baby due? (gunshot)

- Anytime. (gunshot)

I was gonna take her into Lonesome Camp.

They got a doctor there. (gunshots)

(gun butt thudding)

(cartridges discharging)

(Matt sighs)

(shoes scraping)

(boots clunking)

(gunshot)

- Somebody's doing some mighty fancy shooting out there.

- Why don't they rush us!

- These men are professionals.

They won't waste light or take foolish chances.

Happy to keep us pinned down here

until nighttime, make their move when it's dark.

(harsh foreboding music)

- I say we ride down now and get it over with.

- You ain't got to say.

- There ain't but two of 'em down there,

not countin' the women.

- And one of 'em's that Wayne fella.

- He's all shot up; he can't be too much fight.

- Now you wanna get your hide ventilated,

run across that open ground, go ahead.

Me, I'm gonna stay right here, till it's dark.

Those boys can't see me so good that way.

- Sam's right. Come night, we'll sneak down there

and maybe build a fire and burn 'em out.

- There's women down there, Jake.

- Let the women look after themselves.

- I ain't got no likin' for burnin' out women.

- Sam, you just keep remindin' them

from time to time that we're still out here.

Leave the plannin' to me!

Maybe we'll burn 'em out and maybe we won't.

Just so long as young Vaughn's dead when we leave here,

I don't care much how we do it.

(soft foreboding music)

- [Gertrude] Johnny!

(gun clunking)

Johnny!

(shoes scraping) (glass shattering)

Johnny! (gasping)

Johnny!

(speaking Spanish)

- Johnny, Johnny, I'm so frightened!

- Do you know anything about these things?

- Not enough.

- Who's that?

- Oh, uh that's Mr. Wayne.

- Oh Mr. Wayne, don't let those men hurt Johnny.

- Well right now we're more worried about you, Mrs. Vaughn.

- I'll be all right.

I'm afraid something's happening.

(soft foreboding music)

(soft foreboding music continues)

(hands hitting the table)

- What am I gonna do?

- How 'bout the Mexican woman?

She must've had experienced at this.

- Yes, this is too much for her.

She's never had one like this before.

She says if she tried to deliver the baby,

she'd kill both of them.

She says we need a doctor!

(gunshot)

- Mr. Wayne, I got to get a doctor.

- They'll kill ya before you'd take two steps.

- Then you got to get out there and talk to them.

You got to tell 'em that I'll turn myself over to them

if they'll get a doctor for Gertrude.

- Johnny, I'm not gonna help you commit suicide.

- Mr. Wayne, if I get killed, that's one life.

If I don't get a doctor for my wife,

she's gonna die and the baby.

That's two lives, Mr. Wayne!

- I won't let you do it.

(hands scraping)

(chair thudding)

Wait!

I'll go.

I've seen some brave men in my time, Johnny, but...

- No...

No, I'm scared.

I'm awful scared.

When I think of dying, without ever seeing my kid even

I get sick.

I'm so scared, I'm sick.

But I gotta do it.

- That's what I mean about bein' brave.

(jacket sliding)

Hand me that dish towel there.

(stick thudding)

- Jake!

- What?

(water canister thudding)

- Looks like they want a pow-wow.

Shall I bust him if he comes out?

- Aw, let's wait and see who comes out and what they want.

Alright, come on out! We won't shoot!

(gun clinking)

Keep me covered.

(footsteps)

- Jake, didn't know you were one of Tom Grinder's friends.

- Funny enough. What's on your mind, Marshall?

- How many have you got up there with ya?

- Enough. What's on your mind?

- I thought we might talk a deal.

- Sorry. No deal.

- You know there's a woman in there.

- We know it.

- She's having a baby.

- Oh, well that's too bad.

Marshall, I got paid to do a job and I've got to do it.

I feel sorry for that woman in there.

I even feel sorry for Johnny Vaughn

but I've got to kill him.

I'll tell you, why don't you take the woman outta here.

We don't want to hurt her.

- She can't be moved. She's gotta have a doctor, Jake

and Vaughn is ready to make a deal.

- What kind?

- What if he promises not to testify at Tom Grinder's trial?

- (chuckles) Marshall, you know

I couldn't depend on a deal like that.

- All right then, Vaughn said he'll surrender

if you'll get a doctor for his wife.

- Kid's got more guts than I give him credit for.

You sure you ain't plannin' a trap.

- It's only two of us. I'm too shot up to do much fighting.

Is it a deal?

- It's a deal.

- Who have you got up there with you?

- Sam Slayton, Cass Ganner.

- You know Sam's steady, but

you take care of Cass? He's pretty wild.

- I can handle him. How're we workin?

- You bring the doctor and we'll let you in.

- Oh, and Marshall, while me and Cass are gone,

Sam'll be up there protectin' ya.

(menacing orchestral music)

(menacing orchestral music continues)

- Why don't they hurry?

(soft foreboding music)

(fist slams)

(horses galloping)

(chair thudding)

(horses galloping)

(hopeful music)

(door closes)

- Come on.

There's your sawbones. He ain't much

but he's all they had in town.

(feet shuffling)

(water pouring) - No!

(doctor gasping)

- [Jake] Give him another one.

(doctor moaning and gasping) (water splashing)

Come on, come on! (slaps face)

- What kind of a doctor are you?

- My dear boy, I'm a fellow of the University Edinburgh,

studied at the Sorbonne, worked in Vienna.

I am an excellent physician!

- Wake up! Wake up you drunken swine!

- My dear fellow-- - Listen you!

My wife's in there. She's havin' a baby.

Something's wrong, you understand!

- Baby? Impossible dear fellow, quite impossible.

- You're a doctor, aren't ya?

- I'm a mining camp's sawbones, my boy.

Good enough to prescribe calamo for miner's belly aches

and saw off arms and legs,

but I haven't handled a birthing job in years.

- Dr. Holden, you're all we have.

- There's a patient in there that needs you.

- Douse me again.

(water splashing) (gasping) Where is he?

- This way.

(footsteps)

- I can't promise anything, but I'll do my best.

One of you get my bag.

- I'll get it.

- Yeah, you'll get it.

- Let's all go outside.

- Wait a minute, Jake!

- We had a deal, remember?

- I'm asking for a favor.

A man shouldn't die before he has a chance to see his child

and know that both mother and child are safe.

- He's stallin' Jake. Let's get it over with right now.

- I'm gettin' sick 'n' tired

of you tryin' to run things, Cass.

Me and you gonna have a showdown one of these days.

How long do you want, Marshall?

- Long enough for the baby to be born

and for Johnny to know that everything is all right.

- All right. Right after he sees the kid, we take him out.

One way or the other he's got to die.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(soft foreboding music)

- What's a matter? Ya scared? (laughs)

(laughs again)

- Can't blame ya, Cass. You know it seems funny to me.

Solid man like Jake taking up

with a pimply-faced brat like you.

- Shut up! (slaps)

You like killing, don't you, Cass?

Makes you feel almost like a man.

- Shut up! (repeated slapping)

You hear me! I said shut up!

(punches)

(rising orchestral music)

You handle me more-- - More and I'll kill ya, Cass.

(gun cocks)

Now go over and sit down.

(gun slipping into holster)

(footsteps)

(chair shifting)

Mr. Wayne, I know what you're tryin' to do

and it ain't gonna work, but if ya keep on tryin'

to stir up trouble between us,

I'm gonna have to get rid of ya myself.

- You're going to anyway.

- I wouldn't say that.

- Don't try to soft-soap me, Jake.

You can't afford to let me live.

You know I'd come after you.

(footsteps)

(door opens)

(door closes) - How is she?

- Oh, all right.

I need a drink, Mr. Vaughn.

- You've had enough.

- But I need it. My nerves, Mr. Vaughn.

Now look at my hands. They're shaking.

A drink would settle me down.

Just one! (bottle breaking)

That was a very cruel thing to do.

(lazy orchestral music)

- Here doc, I think ya need it.

- Oh, God bless you my boy.

(glass falls)

(laughs)

- Doc, you got any spare time

I could use a little patching up.

(Cass continues laughing) - Let's have a look.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- What are the woman's chances?

- (sighs) Not good, I'm afraid I'm gonna lose them both.

- You got a big stake in keeping them alive, doc.

- What kind of a deal is this?

The woman babbled a little.

I can't make sense out of what the Mexican woman says.

- They came out here to kill you and Vaughn.

That means you and me too. Can't afford to leave witnesses.

Two of them are all right but that young one is pure killer.

- What can I do?

- Put them to work.

Helping to bring a baby into the world

has to bring out the best in a man.

Get 'em to help you.

- Yeah, ready?

- Go ahead. (grunting)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- You'll be all right.

(sighs) You'll live for a spell.

- Thanks doc.

- I need hot water. Somebody better build up

a fire and heat me a lot of it.

- Where's your wood pile?

- Out back.

- Sam, you come with me.

Cass, you watch, and no tricks.

(glass thudding)

(footsteps)

(door opening)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(door opening)

(door closing)

(footsteps)

- Cass, you get out there and chop a while.

- I didn't hire out to chop no wood.

- Do like I tell ya.

- (exhales) Sure Jake.

(footsteps)

- He's a surly cub. Wish I'd never joined up

with the likes of him.

(footsteps)

How's she doin'?

That's a sad thing. Poor young critter. (sighs)

- Do you ever have any children, Jake?

- One. A long time ago.

- What happened?

- Poor little fella didn't make it across the Plains

when I came to California. Neither did his ma.

- It's a pretty hard thing to see young ones die.

- Sure is.

- You know, maybe you'll pull her through.

- Me? What have I got to do with it?

- You're helping the doctor aren't you?

If that baby gets born and mother and child live

you'll have had a lot to do with it.

- Didn't stop to figure it quite that way.

- Sees most everybody's having a share in that birthing.

You went for the doctor. Cass is chopping wood.

Sam is hauling water.

Johnny Vaughn's already done his part,

traded his life to give his kid a chance to live.

- Marshall, when we pow-wowed earlier, you said

maybe the kid would refuse to testify against Grinder.

You think he'd stick to it?

- You said yourself you couldn't depend on it.

- That's right. (door opens)

I guess I couldn't depend on it.

(door closes)

(footsteps)

How is she, doc?

- Nevermind the chatter. I need cloths, rags, anything.

Hey, give me that shirt you're wearing.

Criminy! Didn't ya ever wash it?

(door closes)

Hey you! Slosh this thing in that bucket.

Slosh it good and ring it out.

Bring it to me when you get finished.

(Jake laughs)

- There's somethin' funny?

- (laughs) I never thought I'd see

a gunman turn laundress. (laughs)

- Aw shut up!

(Jake continues laughing)

- Yes, it is pretty funny until

you think what's going to happen.

How much did Tom Grinder pay you?

- It ain't the money, Mr. Wayne.

- Oh! You must think an awful lot of him,

commit murder for him.

- Look, Mr. Wayne, there's two kinds of folks.

Grinder's my kind.

Our kind of folks gotta stick together,

do favors for each other.

- Listen, Jake, everybody knows

Tom Grinder's a dirty murdering thief.

- That's none of my business.

- I wonder what'll happen

to Mrs. Vaughn and that child, if they live.

(sudden dramatic orchestral music)

But I won't be around to worry about that, I guess, will I?

- I guess not.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- I has a wife once, Shoshone squaw.

Once when I was wondering with the Shoshones.

She was a fine woman.

- I think that's just lovely. What're you tellin' us for?

- I was just thinkin'.

I had a papoose for her. He was the cutest

little brown ball of devilment you ever seen.

- Will you dry up?

(pensive orchestral music)

- This child's gotta go back to their mom one of these days.

I'd sorta like to see what

that little devil turned out to be.

- I think that's just fine, Sam, why don't you do that?

(dramatic orchestral music)

(feet pacing)

She's takin' an awful lot a my time with her birthin'.

(feet pacing)

(door opens)

- I need help.

Oh no, not you, you'd be worse than useless.

A couple of you men were married men.

It might be more fitting.

- I guess he means us, Sam. Come on.

- You watch out here, Cass.

(footsteps)

(door closes)

(chair shifts)

- Can't wait to gun somebody, can you?

- You know Marshall, it's gonna be a pleasure to kill you.

(pacing)

(pacing stops abruptly)

- [Doctor] Hey! Close that door!

(door slams)

(pacing resumes)

(fist slams table)

(pacing)

(baby crying)

- That's it.

(chair shifts)

- Well, can't I see them?

- I've waited long enough.

Let's get outside or I'll kill you here.

- Wait, Cass, there's only one of you. Two of us.

You can't keep us both covered at the same time.

You might kill me or Johnny Vaughn, but the other one'll

get you before you can turn your gun on him.

We're dead anyway, Johnny.

We might as well take Cass with us. Let's rush him.

I'll take you, Marshall!

(gunshot)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gunshot)

(baby crying)

- What're ya waiting for?

Hey! Get in and see your kid!

(baby crying)

(intensified dramatic orchestral music)

(flute music)

Here's your gun, Marshall.

- What made you change your mind, Jake?

- I can't kill the father of a baby

I just helped bring into the world.

We'll be ridin' out, Marshall.

We'll take Cass with us and bury him back in the hills.

Will you be ridin' after us?

- I don't really have a charge

against you, except these slugs you put into me

and I'm willing to exchange those

for what you and Sam did,

helping to bring a new life into the world.

- Thanks, Marshall.

(footsteps)

(dramatic orchestral music)

So long, Marshall.

(softening dramatic orchestral music)

(swelling triumphant orchestral music)

(triumphant orchestral music continues)

(peaceful orchestral music)

- Say when. (silly orchestral music)

- (sighs) I did a nice piece a doctor tonight.

Better than I ever hoped to do.

They want to call the young one after me.

- And?

- And I said, no. Told them they

oughta name him Jacob Samuel or Samuel Jacob,

(Matt chuckles)

after the fellows who let him live.

(Both chuckle)

- That's an awful handle to stick

on a helpless infant, isn't it?

- (laughs) I don't know. Maybe it's right

that a son should assume his father's debts.

(peaceful orchestral music)

(baby crying)

(crying continues)

(glass thuds)

(swelling happy orchestral 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 bein' broke and bein' poor *

* So I come West to take the cure *

* And here is where I'll stay

* I've come to Californiay

* Californiay

* There's gold in them there hills in Californiay *

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

* In the golden West

* I'm gonna strike it rich in Californiay *

* Californiay

* Californiay

* There's gold in them there hills *

* In Californiay

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