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- [Narrator] San Francisco, 1854,

still a city of violence and sudden death,

and yet, courts of justice were beginning to function.

June 20th, 1854, a jury had convicted Charles Savage,

Barbary Coast gang leader, of murder.

- Have you anything to say before sentence

is passed upon you?

- I have quite a lot to say, Sir.

- You may proceed.

- I was a dead man when I entered this court.

You, my judge, had prejudged me guilty,

and you, Mr. Pitt, you who are known as the great defender,

permitted yourself to be named my prosecutor.

It was not prosecution, Sir.

It was persecution, and Mr. Wayne,

the hangman's assistant who tracked me down like a beast,

you, my judge, and you, my jury,

and all of you who have brought this doom upon me,

I hereby summon you, one and all,

to appear before the assizes of the damned.

You should be hunted down to die

as I have been hunted down to die.

(gavel banging)

- Silence, please. Have you finished?

- I have quite finished.

- Then you should be taken hence

to the place from whence you came,

and thence to a place of lawful execution

where, at a time described by law,

you should be put to death by hanging.

(dramatic music)

* Californ-I-A, Californ-I-A,

- [Narrator] "The Californians."

* Californ-I-A.

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

* In the golden West

* I'm gonna strike it rich in Californ-I-A (Californ-I-A) *

(dramatic music)

(hatch clunking)

(dramatic music)

(hand patting)

- You know, Matt, I can't get it out of my mind,

the way he spoke before he was sentenced.

He spoke like an innocent man.

Is it possible we made a mistake?

- No, Savage is an odd kinda man,

what the old English law called wolf's head and out fang.

- Hm?

- Outlaw, men who feel that

they're above and beyond the law.

- Well, doesn't every crook feel the same way?

- No, it's not the same thing.

Your ordinary thief knows he's wrong,

but men like Savage are convinced

that what they're doing is right

and society is wrong for stopping them.

(shoes tramping)

- Marshal. Savage is gone.

(dramatic music)

He killed the jailer and escaped.

(boots clopping)

This was on the body, Sir.

- It's for you.

(dramatic music)

(paper rustling)

- Walk carefully, Mr. Pitt.

You may be next to face the assizes.

(dramatic music)

(man whistling)

- Take the wall. Don't move.

Tell Wayne I'm taking the road East to Humboldt Sink.

(club bashing)

(dramatic music)

- That's what he said, Sir.

He said he was going East to Humboldt Sink.

- He's trying to throw you off the trail, Matt.

It's a trap.

- That's right, and I'm gonna nibble at the bait.

All right, that's all, men.

(boots clopping)

- Well then, you better count me in, Matt.

If he gets you, then I'm next.

(door latch clicking)

- You wouldn't wanna ride along just to help me,

would you, Mr. Pitt?

- Shucks no.

- (laughing) You're not a very good liar.

All right, we'll ride out in the morning.

- Good.

(dramatic music)

(door latch clicking)

(dramatic music)

- We'll split up now.

You go ahead. I'll follow 3 or 400 yards behind.

We're heading into dry country.

So stop at Sweetwater Well.

Fill your canteen, then move on.

I'll give you about 10 minutes

before I ride in and fill up.

If nothing happens, we'll meet at Humboldt House.

- What if Savage takes a shot at me from up there?

- He won't, not the way I figure.

He wants you to suffer a little before he kills you.

- Well in that case, maybe you're figurin' wrong.

What happens then?

- In that case, Jeremy, you better be prepared

to do a little fancy ducking.

Good luck.

- Yeah, thanks.

(dramatic music)

(hooves clopping)

(water gurgling)

(dramatic music)

(hooves clopping)

(dramatic music)

(boots tramping)

(dramatic music)

(boots tramping)

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(rifle cocking)

- Don't move, Mr. Wayne.

- Savage?

- Naturally.

Unfasten your gun belt and throw it here.

And make every movement slow, Mr. Wayne.

A bullet is far faster than any move you may make.

(gun belt plopping)

Keep your back to me and sit down.

Well now, here we are all ducks and billy-oh,

as the saying goes.

Mr. Wayne, I'm terribly happy

that you accepted my invitation.

- Do you think I'd refuse?

- Of course not.

You're a man of mettle, Mr. Wayne,

though I must say, your little stratagem was a bit childish.

Mr. Pitt was hardly adequate bait.

I watched the entire proceedings on the hills.

Really, Mr. Wayne, you were like small boys

playing a game.

- It brought you out of hiding, didn't it?

- But, hardly the way you expected.

No, Mr. Wayne, you fully expected me

to make an attempt on Mr. Pitt, during which,

you would ride up like the Sheriff of Nottingham

rescuing Guy of Gisborne from

the clutches of poor Robin Hood.

- Comparing yourself to Robin Hood?

- We have a lot in common, I think.

- Both wolf's heads.

- Oh, you are familiar with the law

of wolf's head and out fang.

Yes, Mr Wayne, I am wolf's head and out fang,

with every man's hand turned against me,

and it's been that way with me since childhood.

There have been many who sought to collect bounty on me,

but their bones are drying in the sun,

as will yours, Mr. Wayne.

- Get it over with, Savage.

- Tsk. You don't think I mean to kill you here.

That wouldn't be very sporting, would it?

And I am a lover of sport, you know.

- I'll bet you are.

- Oh, indeed I am.

Hunting, Mr, Wayne, there's sport for you.

I've often thought that man would be

a hunter's noblest game, the intelligent quarry,

one that devises traps and ploys,

the most dangerous game and therefore the most sporting.

We'll have a good run, you and I.

Run?

- I'm going to hunt you.

- Savage, you're insane.

- Not at all.

I'm going to hunt you down as you hunted me.

I'm going to kill you, but not quickly.

Not until you taste the full flavor of fear,

not until you have known as I have

what it means to be hunted.

(dramatic music)

Up, Mr. Wayne.

(dramatic music)

You won't need your coat and hat. Take then off.

(coat plopping)

(hat plopping)

(water gurgling)

Let's go.

(boots tramping)

(canteen plopping)

Pick it up.

It's full enough.

I'll give you half an hour,

and then I'll come after you.

- What if I don't feel like playing?

- You can die now.

It's your only chance, Wayne.

(dramatic music)

Oh, Wayne.

(boots tramping)

Before you drink from that canteen,

you should consider the possibility

of its being poisoned.

(dramatic music)

(boots tramping)

(horse nickering)

(dramatic music)

Go on. Go on!

(horse neighing)

(hooves clopping)

(dramatic music)

(hand patting)

(boots tramping)

(door latch clicking)

(door banging)

- Good evenin'.

- Evenin'. Fixin' on stayin' over?

- No, just waitin' for a friend.

- Would you like to have some supper?

- Yeah, what have you got?

- Got some real nice venison stew.

- Well, bring it on.

(chair legs scraping)

(dramatic music)

- Thirsty, Mr. Wayne?

Are you forgetting the poison?

Go on, Wayne. Take a chance.

(hand patting)

I'm disappointed in you.

I thought you were a gambler.

Perhaps it isn't poisoned.

(water sloshing)

- Come on out and show yourself.

- You'll see soon enough.

It's no use, Wayne.

You can't find me, but I can always find you.

(boots tramping)

(dramatic music)

(boots tramping)

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(hooves clopping)

(hooves clopping)

(boots tramping)

(body plopping)

- That was a good run.

You're providing good sport, better than I expected.

Now that's a handy thing.

Picked that up from the Argentine.

I coulda killed you with it.

- Why didn't ya?

- I wanna see you run some more.

Drink?

(Matt huffing)

Oh, I forgot. You've got your own canteen.

Better use it, Wayne. You look thirsty.

(Matt huffing)

Aren't you drinking?

- I'm saving the water, Savage.

I'm saving it for when I have the opportunity

and need the strength to kill you.

If that water is poisoned,

it won't work fast enough to save you.

- You'll never have that chance.

Now, get up and start running,

and take your little toy with you.

(boots tramping)

Run!

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

(hooves clopping)

- Are you sure there isn't another place

called Humboldt Station?

- Well, if there be, I never heared of it.

- Well, is there another road from Sweetwater Well?

- Nope.

Mister, if you're that worried about your friend,

maybe you better start backtracking.

A sight o' things can happen to a man in that country.

Maybe he got off the trail and got lost.

Maybe he got snake-bit.

Maybe his horse throwed him, maybe most anything.

If you do go back, you better take lotsa water.

It's an awful dry trip.

(dramatic music)

(hooves clopping)

(brush rustling)

(brush rustling)

(dramatic music)

(hooves clopping)

(haunting music)

(hooves clopping)

(brush rustling)

(dramatic music)

(brush rustling)

(hooves clopping)

(Matt huffing)

- Taking a chance, Wayne,

or do you think poison is the easy way?

- What are you waiting for, Savage?

- Would you like me to end it now?

(grass rustling)

- What are you waiting for?

- Beg, Wayne. Beg me to kill you.

- You'd like that, wouldn't you?

(huffing) You'll never hear me beg

for my life or death from you.

- I was hoping you'd feel like that.

After all, we haven't had our sport.

So, I'll let you live a little while longer.

(dramatic music)

(rock smacking)

(dramatic music)

(water trickling)

- You shouldn't waste water that way, Wayne.

Not bad, of course, I've seen better

among Australian bushmen.

I lived among them a year, you know.

That's why your tricks amuse me.

I studied them all from experts.

(gun firing)

Now you haven't even that much, have you?

(rock smacking)

(dramatic music)

(bodies plopping)

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(bodies plopping)

(hand smacking)

(boots scuttling)

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

- Wayne? Do you hear me Wayne?

Come out.

- Come and get me.

- You haven't got a chance.

- I've got a gun. That evens things.

- It's not enough.

Throw it out and come down.

I'll make it easy for you.

Be stubborn and you'll die slowly,

very slowly and very painfully.

- I'll take my chances.

- I warned you. I'm coming up.

(grass rustling)

(boots tramping)

(brush rustling)

(boots tramping)

(boots tramping)

(boots tramping)

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

- You've got three shots left, Wayne.

You'd better save one for yourself.

- Come on up, Savage.

(rifle clicking)

- I don't think I'll have to.

I think I'll just wait.

(dramatic music)

Wayne? I want to talk to you, Wayne.

- Come on up, Savage.

- I'm not that kind of a fool.

There's only one way into that den of yours.

I dare say, you have your gun pointing

right down the middle of it at this moment.

- Come on up and find out.

- I'm only trying to point out your hopeless situation.

I'm getting bored with this, Wayne. Come out.

Very well then. We'll wait.

You can't last much longer, you know.

You're dried out.

How long since you've had a drink of water, Wayne?

(dramatic music)

In a little while, you'll be too weak

to even fire that pistol.

I'll come in then.

Of course, you might try your canteen.

After all, you can't be certain it's poisoned, you know.

(dramatic music)

(gun scraping)

(Matt huffing)

(buttons popping)

(dramatic music)

Wayne?

(gun firing)

Still with us, eh Wayne?

Well, it won't be long.

Wayne...

- Still here, Savage.

- We have a guest. Your friend, Mr. Pitt is coming.

(dramatic music)

Fancy that, Wayne.

Here's the bait you set out for me

riding back to find the trap.

(hooves clopping)

(Matt huffing)

- Savage.

(hand smacking)

What are you gonna do?

- Kill him, when he gets close enough.

- Savage, let him go. I'll give myself up.

- Not a chance, old boy.

I have scores to even with Mr. Pitt.

First him, then you.

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

(Matt huffing)

(Matt coughing)

- Savage.

- What is it, old boy?

- You were wrong about the water.

(huffing) It isn't poisoned.

- That's right. Capital joke, wasn't it?

- (huffing) Oh, (coughing) very funny.

- I nearly died laughing watching you

struggle across the dry lands

with a full canteen you didn't dare touch.

Now what are you going to do?

- Savage, I'm coming out and kill you.

I've got two shots left, remember?

- You won't make two steps before I drill you.

- (huffing) I'm comin' to get you, Savage.

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun plopping)

(dramatic music)

- Just lost your last shot, Wayne.

I'm coming in.

(boots tramping)

(lasso whooshing)

(dramatic music)

(body plopping)

- Matt?

(dramatic music)

- Gimme a hand with him.

He's got a date with a rope.

- [Savage] I stand before you this day

my friends, an innocent man,

hounded and persecuted to my death by the law.

- Matt, do you suppose anybody out there

believes what he's saying?

- One man does. Charles Savage.

- [Savage] With no other recourse left to me,

I confide my case to divine judgment,

and look forward to that day in eternity

when my enemies too must stand before

that awful tribunal and be judged.

I have nothing more to say.

Get on with it.

(hatch door dropping) (body plopping)

- He was a man true to form right to the end.

He blamed everybody but himself for being on those gallows.

(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 bein' broke and bein' poor *

* So I come West to take the cure *

* And here is where I'll stay

- [Clark] This is Clark Gable, asking you

to do your heart a favor.

Help your heart fund. Help your heart.

* In Californ-I-A

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

* In the golden West

* I'm gonna strike it rich in Californ-I-A *

* Californ-I-A, Californ-I-A

* There's gold in them there hills *

* In Californ-I-A

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