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- [Matt] For years, San Francisco remained

an overgrown frontier town.

In '51, the bulletin counted

more than 600 resorts in the city,

but failed to find one public place

where a man might take his wife.

The first change in this state of affairs

came in '52 when Charlie Tuttle sold the Golden Nugget

and built the most elegant hotel west of St. Louis.

He opened the Bella Union

with San Francisco's first full-dress ball.

It was a wedding ball, his own.

- We're miners from the crick.

Out of the way.

- Oh, Mr. Tuttle,

would you go and see what's wrong,

'cause brother Ned has got such a temper?

- Why, certainly. Excuse me.

- All right, please men.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

Would you go on about your business?

(guns firing) (men yelling)

- Looks like a tin pan serenade.

- Oh, chivalry?

(guns firing) (men yelling)

- He's dead, ma'am.

Shot.

* California, California

- [Announcer] The Californians.

* I've come to where life if best, in the golden West *

* I'm gonna strike it rich in California (California) *

- The following morning coroner Doc Crow held an inquest

in the Bella Union.

- Just like I told you, Marshal,

me and the boys come in to town for a few days

to live it up.

Of course we was raising up a ruckus,

but we didn't have the first notion of harmin' anybody.

- Mr. Shankey, these five shooters belong to you

and Mr. Nizer there.

Seven shots were fired from them.

- Not at nobody, Marshal.

The boys already told you we were just pistol popping

to make a little noise.

- [Matt] And you'd say the shooting was an accident.

- [Joe] Yes, sir, that's the only way I can figure it.

- Thank you Mr. Shankey.

- It would appear from Mr. Shankey's evidence

that the shooting was an accident.

- Accident, nothing.

- Just a moment, madam, please.

I don't recall this lady as being on our witness list.

- She's miss Molly Wallis, friend of the deceased.

- Oh, I see.

And you wish to testify Miss Wallis?

- I just want to say you better not call it an accident.

- Ooh, have you any reason to believe otherwise?

- Maybe.

Ask Marshal Wayne what I told him?

- Well, Marshal, is there anything in what this lady says?

- Well, sir, Miss Wallis came into my office

about three weeks ago.

You see, I'd first met Molly about, quite a while ago

when she was helping Mr. Tuttle run the Gold Nugget saloon.

(ethereal harp music)

Well, Molly, hello?

Come on in.

Here, sit down.

- Thank you, Matt.

Matt, I hate to come to people with my troubles.

- Troubles are my business.

- Oh, it's that silly old fool, Charlie.

Years ago, he gave me my first boost.

And he's taken me right up the ladder with him.

I'd stick my arm in the fire for him.

- I've gathered that.

- About a year ago, we planned the Bella Union.

I was gonna run the hotel part.

Last month, he met a young widow off the Panama Clipper.

Didn't know where for three days until he her brother

to manage the new place.

- The whole shebang?

- Yes, said it was a man's job.

He'd already fallen for this little fuzzbrain

like a weighted anvil.

And this morning he tells me he's gonna marry her.

- Molly, are you sure you're not just being a jealous woman?

- Envious, Matt.

I'll admit that, but I'm not here because of that.

I'm here because Charlie's headed for bad trouble.

- How do you mean?

- Matt, this Charlotte's less than half his age.

She doesn't care that for him.

She despises him.

She and this Carpenter, that's her brother,

they're out to take him for every cent he's got.

- All right, Molly

What do you want me to do?

- Talk to him.

Please talk to him, he won't listen to me.

- Molly, do you know what I'd do to Charlie

if he stuck his nose into my affairs the way you're asking?

- Punch it, I guess, but, oh man, I'm afraid.

I'm afraid for Charlie if he marries a woman.

Please Matt, you've got to help me please.

- Well, I guess I could go and have a talk with him.

- [Molly] Thank you very much.

- That, to the best of my recollection,

is the conversation I had with Miss Wallis that day.

- I see.

Does this agree with your recollection, miss?

- Yes, sir.

- Mr. coroner, it seems mighty unfair

to have to sit here and listen to this,

this woman's unwanted slurs and accusations.

- Well, sir, we are here to listen

to what anybody has to say about Mr. Tuttle's death.

- Nevermind, Edward.

The truth will come out.

- You better pray it doesn't.

- That'll do madam, please.

Surely you didn't let the matter drop there, Marshal.

- On, no, sir.

Though Miss Wallis seemed a little

overwrought in her emotion,

I dropped in to see Mr. Turtle that afternoon.

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Anybody home?

Hey, Charlie.

- [Charlie] Who is it?

- It's me, Matt Wayne.

- Be right with you, boy.

Hello Matt, how are you, boy?

Good to see you.

It's about time you came by to say hello.

Anything special on your mind?

- Playing tricks on your guests?

- Oh, no, sir.

That's a speaking tube.

Here, let me show you how it works.

You see this hollow pipe?

That runs right into my office.

I've got them all over.

Pipes in sound like you'd pipe in water.

I can sit in there at my desk with my feet up on it,

and just to hear what's going on all over the place.

Oh, you've seen them before?

- In New Orleans.

- You haven't seen everything.

Look at that, solid teak wood

See those spittoons?

Solid silver made in Sheffield, England.

Yes, sir, boy, everything is the best.

- So Molly tells me.

- Oh, Molly.

- Charlie, what is all this fuss

between you and Molly anyway?

- Well, I'm in love.

I'm gonna marry somebody else,

and Molly's nose is all out of joint.

- She seems to think you're making a mistake.

She thinks-

- I know, I know, I know.

She's got a million thinks, and all of them wrong.

The problem with Molly

outside of being so jealous that she can't sit still

is that she just doesn't understand nice respectable people.

- Oh, I don't, don't I?

That's nice to know coming from an expert like you.

Hello, Matt.

- [Matt] Molly.

- Charlotte and her brother are real aristocrats.

They're from Mississippi.

They lost their plantation in a fire.

- Sure, they'll be able to build one with gold pillars

by the time they're through with you, my friend.

- Look, Molly.

We've been together for quite a while

and I'm as beholden to you as you are to me.

But this has got to stop.

- I know, or else you'll...

- Mr. Tuttle, honey.

- Well, Charlotte, you're here just in time.

I want you to meet a friend of mine.

My dear.

Mrs. Charlotte Haynes.

It's my pleasure to present my good friend,

Marshal Matthew Wayne.

- Oh, how do you do, Marshal Wayne?

Mr. Tuttle has spoken of you so often.

- Nothing good, I trust.

(all laughing)

- Well, I've been shopping and I bought lots of presents.

- Well.

- Mr. Tuttle, this is for you.

It's a watch fob.

- Well, just what I need.

- This is for you.

It's just a little cologne water.

- Thank you, honey.

- I'm going to settle this right now.

- You care to sit down, ma'am?

- Thank you very much, Marshal.

- Mr. Tuttle tells me

you're from Mississippi, ma'am.

- Yes, our place was on a little bayou

the Choctaw Indians called wapaganichi.

- Above Natchez, I remember it.

- Oh, are you a Mississippi man, Marshal?

- No, but I've done steam boating on the river.

- Oh, how I miss the river.

Oh Marshal, what am I doing wrong?

I don't want Ms. Wallis to be angry with me

because I know Mr. Tuttle is fond of her.

And I only want to do what pleases him.

- She thinks you don't really love Charlie.

- But she is wrong.

- Oh, no, oh, no, Marshal.

There is love and there is love.

And I can't truly say I love Mr. Tuttle

the same way that I loved Mr. Haynes.

- Your former husband?

- My late husband, Marshal.

He was handsome and brave and talented

and well born, and completely unprincipled and unreliable.

But I loved him wildly.

And I was completely miserable.

But Mr. Tuttle's a different kind of man.

He's a man that I respect and I admire.

And I hope to make him a very good wife.

- Even if this place fails?

It very well could, you know.

Supposing he had to go back to keeping a saloon

or digging for gold with a pick and shovel?

- Even then, especially then.

Because then I could add a more equal contribution.

And I could prove to everyone.

Oh no, no.

Why should I have to prove anything to anybody?

Perhaps this is a little proof

that you're putting me through, Marshal.

Well, tell me, have I passed the test?

And did Ms. Wallis inspire it?

- Now, Mrs. Haynes, please.

- My conscience is test enough for me, thank you.

And may I ask you, sir,

by what right you intrude in my affairs?

- Charlie Tuttle is a very good friend of mine, ma'am.

- Well, that's all settled.

Hold on, Matt, where are you going?

- Back to the old grind.

Congratulations, Charlie, you're a very lucky fellow.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, Marshal.

I do hope that you will dance at our wedding.

- Honored ma'am.

Provided I can dance a measure with the bride.

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Really couldn't find anything worse than a

older man in love with a young widow.

- And do you see anything in the circumstances

of the shooting that would indicate foul play?

That is to say, was there anyone standing

in front of Mr. Tuttle other than the miners?

- Mrs. Tuttle was standing by me.

Mr. Carpenter was over by the door.

- Well, don't look at me.

I was back at my old job in the Golden Nugget.

Everybody saw me.

- All evening?

- Yes, all evening.

And if you're trying to switch suspicion to me,

let me point out that if this had happened

before he married, this...

I'd have inherited everything he had.

I'll lay odds I'm not in the will now.

- And did you find a will, Marshal?

- Yes, sir, there were two of them.

They old will named Miss Wallis as the sole heir.

But the new will left everything to

"my dearly beloved spouse and health mate

Charlotte Carpenter Tuttle."

(Molly scoffing)

- Well, what's unusual

about a man leaving his property to his widow?

Look, if there's a question of foul play,

I'd like to point out Miss Wallis had a strong motive.

Mr. coroner, this woman is mad with jealousy.

She was in love with Mr. Tuttle.

(crowd murmuring)

- Doc, I don't think that has anything to do with it.

- Well, ask her.

- May I say something please?

- Yes, of course, madam.

- Sir, I'm afraid I must agree with Marshal Wayne.

I know Mrs. Wallis dislikes me and

that she's done everything she can to harm me.

I also believe that she loved Mr. Tuttle.

I don't believe she could have found it in her heart

to plan to kill him.

- How noble.

You're making quite a case for yourself.

Can't we have a verdict on this?

(crowd murmuring) (dramatic music)

- All take your seats, please.

It is the verdict of this coroner's jury

that the deceased Charles Tuttle

met his death by accidental shooting.

- It's a lie.

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Are you all blind?

Can't you see?

Didn't you hear what I was trying to tell you?

Charlie was murdered.

She killed him, her and that brother of hers.

They killed him to get everything he had.

Oh, you little-

- No! No!

- She murdered him.

I know she did, Matt.

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- What do you think, Marshal?

- I don't know.

- Female intuition.

Rather thin was established case of murder.

- Maybe.

- Hi, Marshal.

- [Matt] Hello, Shankey.

- Me and Nizer forgot our poppers, gentlemen.

Is it all right if I take them now?

- I guess so, they're yours.

- I don't care what anybody said.

These here had no hand on the killing

of that, Mr. Biddle or Tiddle or how was he called?

- Tuttle.

- Shankey, you mean you didn't know

Charlie Tuttle personally?

- No, sir, none of us boys did.

This is our first trip into town.

- What brought you to the Bella Union?

- Yes, after all, you know you weren't just passing by.

- No, sirree.

We went up there on purpose

to show him that miners are just as good anybody else.

- Who said they weren't?

- Well, it's the same thing as saying

if you open up a fancy place and then put out the word

that no dogs, mules, or miners are allowed in it.

It sure got our dander up, that did.

- Yeah.

But who told you all this?

- Fella we met in the saloon down on the tar flats.

He sure was wrenched up about it, too.

Hey, I wonder whatever happened to him.

He run off to get something to bang on.

He never did meet us up there like he said he would.

- Do you know his name?

- Never saw him before, Mr. coroner.

Never did get his name.

- Can you describe him?

- Like a hundred other fellows I can call to mind

Kind of tall complected and medium, I don't know.

- Oh, that's very helpful.

- Shankey, would you recognize him

if you ran into him again?

- Sure as shootin' I would.

- Well, I certainly hope so.

I'd like to talk to him about this.

Do me a favor.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Let me know the minute you do run into him again.

- I'll shake on that.

- Thanks, Shankey.

- Apparently somebody had it in for Charlie.

- Oh, why did you say that?

- Why else would anybody rile up the miners

with a pack of lies?

Better not laugh at Molly's intuition.

There may be something in it after all.

- Oh, Marshal, really, female intuition?

Good news, young (indistinct).

Shankey's got our man.

- Where is he?

- Well, he's down on the tar flats, the waterfront.

I've got a rig outside

- Well, what are you waiting for?

- After you, my dear Matthew.

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Poor old Shankey didn't have very much of a chance, Matt.

- How do you mean?

- The fellow got his pistol away from him,

knocked him down and then shot him

as he was attempting to get up off the floor.

Now, the bullet took its course thusly.

It struck the left clavicle, that's the collarbone.

- I see.

- And was then deflected downward through the heart

and emerged out the upper lumbar region.

- Say that slowly now.

- Oh, Matthew, the bullet struck the left clavicle.

And then it-

- Exactly.

That's the way you describe Charlie Tuttle's wound.

- Very probably they were both very much the same as...

I say.

- Doc, they were both shot from above.

Charlie Tuttle was standing in front of the hotel

when he was killed.

That means that none of the miners could have done it.

Come on.

Let's see, Charlie was standing right about here

when he was shot.

- Very well, then.

Matthew, that would mean the angle of the shot

came from that direction, down.

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- The shot could have come right from there.

And he occupied this room the night was Mr Tuttle was shot?

- Yes, sir.

He paid me a full week, but never come back.

At least his bed has never been used.

- Doc, check that chifforobe.

- This is it, doc.

- What's what, mister?

I happen to own this house.

- Oh, it's nothing to do with you ma'am.

It's your lodger we're after.

It appears to us that Mr. Tuttle was shot from this room.

- [Woman] From here?

- Matthew, step over here.

- This gun was fired recently.

- Let me ask you gentlemen something.

Could a body make a little piece of money

if she was to help you find this man?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Well then just keep thinking of me, Mrs. Finnegan.

Come over here.

I want to show you a something.

(dramatic music)

There's your man going into the Bella Union.

- Well Major, delighted to see you.

Come in, won't you?

- Mr. Carpenter.

- You know my sister, of course.

- How nice to see you again, Major Clegg.

- Ma'am.

- May I take your things?

- Have a seat, won't you, major?

Well, right on time, Major Clegg.

- I admire punctuality.

- I have no fear, sir.

Fortunately there was some ready money on hand.

- Oh, Ned can't we behave like civilized folks

and have a little cooler before we get down to business

like a lot of nutmeg selling Yankees?

- I'm willin'.

Major Clegg?

- Delighted ma'am.

I have had a strenuous forenoon.

- Gentlemen.

- Could be anywhere, over 40 rooms in this place.

Let's try this one.

- Well, here's to the good new times.

And let the bad old times go hang.

To you, sir.

- I don't like your look, Carpenter.

It would be foolish to offer me

less than the amount or counterfeit money.

- I place a higher value on my skin, my friend.

Here.

- 5,000?

- [Ed] 5,000, the agreed on price.

Count it.

- In good time.

First, the little business.

- But Major, sir, we have just completed our business.

- Hardly, I would call it a satisfactory beginning.

- How do you mean?

- I mean that I shall expect a similar amount

on this date each month.

- You expect 5,000 every month,

and we can keep any profits over that.

- Allow me, Major.

- [Major] That states very wildly.

- [Ed] Well major, aren't you in a poor position

to attempt blackmail?

You killed Tuttle.

- [Major] You can't prove it.

Let me point out to you, my young southern friend,

you can't even charge me with murder

without exposing yourself.

- And let me point out to you, Major sir,

that you are in the same boat, honey.

- Not right, I have other resources.

- Your pistols?

- No.

A copy of your marriage certificate

signed by the Reverend Elisha Lewis of Louisville, Kentucky

who united you in holy matrimony on July 1st, 1848.

Anonymous notes to anyone in authority.

- Ned, honey, you were so right.

- It takes a thief to deal with a thief, my friend.

See, we too have other resources.

You just had enough poison in your drink to kill a horse.

- Don't do this.

Ned, look out.

(gun firing)

(upbeat music)

- Despite Doc Crow's best efforts,

Carpenter and Clegg were beyond help.

The so-called Mrs. Tuttle was sent to prison

to serve terms for bigamy and theft.

The Bella Union opened again under new management.

Doc, you're looking wonderful.

And Molly, would you do me the honor?

- Yes. Doc? - Surely.

* 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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