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- [Matt] San Francisco, 1854.

My lawyer friend, Jeremy Pitt won a lawsuit for a client

and got paid off with 20 acres of woodland

down the peninsula from San Francisco.

When Jeremy went to inspect his new estate, however,

he ran into some Indian trouble

which almost cost him his life before it was over.

(ominous music) (rattlesnake rattling)

- Hold it.

Don't move.

It's all right now. Did it bite you?

Yes it did.

Sit down kid.

This is gonna hurt you a little

but a big, brave Indian won't cry now, will he?

* California, California

- [Announcer] The Californians.

* California

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

* In the golden west

* I'm going to strike it rich in California *

* California

- There you go.

You'll be sick for a day or so, but I think you'll live.

Didn't hurt much now, did it?

Talkative little fella aren't ya?

Well, I guess we don't speak the same lingo.

You know I thought I'd find some deer here on my property.

Never expected any Indians.

I didn't know there were any around here.

Say what kind of Indian are you anyway?

High Sierra tribe? Kaweah?

Nuchu? Chowchilla?

Well if you're up from behind those gold fields

you're a long way from home.

Say what are you doing on my estate anyway,

you trespasser you.

Where's your father, or your mother?

I guess I'll have to take you back home to San Francisco

just until I can find your folks.

Hup. Don't worry. Don't worry.

I won't hurt you.

- Kosuka!

Kosuka!

- Kosuka, is that your name. Hold still.

- Kosuka. - Here.

(stick banging)

Wait a minute.

All right. You've got your boy.

I didn't hurt him.

Ask him. He got bit by a rattlesnake.

It's all fixed.

Poisons out. He'll be all right.

- I didn't know. I thought-

- You thought I was stealing him.

- Many white men steal Indian boys, make them slaves.

Not my son.

- He better not be on his foot yet.

I'll carry him back to your camp for you?

- No.

- [Jeremy] No? Why not?

- Jose Rey will find out.

- Jose Rey?

- My husband. The boy went far from camp, he will be angry.

- I'll keep your secret.

- I'll carry him.

- [Jeremy] He'll got awfully heavy if it's too far.

- It's not far.

- No reason why I shouldn't go to your camp is there?

(foreboding music) - No.

- All right, then I'll carry him for you.

Not too much of that water and keep him quiet.

But then you must know all about snake bites

living in the High Sierras.

I didn't know the Chowchillas

ever came down out of the mountains.

- The white men who mine gold in the mountains.

They want the Chowchillas to stay down in the valley.

- What's the matter with the valley?

- The ashes of our forefathers are in the mountains.

- You speak good English.

- My mother taught me.

She worked in a white man's house.

- But you're married to an Indian.

- I am Indian. Jose Rey will be back soon.

- I told you I wouldn't say anything.

- He won't like it. - My being here?

That goes for both of us.

What's he packing on those mules?

(arrow thuds) (dramatic music)

(speaking foreign language)

(tense music)

(gunshot bangs)

(gunshot bangs)

(arrow thuds)

(gunshot bangs)

(speaks foreign language)

(suspenseful music continues)

Shoot.

(arrow thuds) (dramatic music)

A present, a gift, to Jose Rey from Jeremy Pitt.

(speaks foreign language) (dramatic music)

- Hi Matt. Want to buy a mule?

- No.

- Goodbye. - Hey, wait a minute.

I want to talk to you.

Where'd you get a mule?

- I gave a fella a pistol yesterday

and this morning when I went out to the stable

darned if he hadn't evened the score by bringing me a mule.

- Why did you give him a pistol?

- Oh, I don't know. I guess I liked him.

Come on outside and take a look at it.

- Look at what? - My mule.

- Later.

I have to set paperwork.

How'd you like to be a deputy in the next few days.

I need some help.

- Doing what?

- Tracking down a man, an Indian.

- Indian? - A half-breed anyway.

A Chowchilla Indian named King Joseph.

- King Joseph?

- He was raised at the Solidad mission.

So he also goes by the Spanish name

for King Joseph, Jose Rey.

- Well, why do you want him? What has he done wrong?

- Maybe I better give you some background.

A large stack of rifles were stolen

from the army arsenal here recently.

- By this Indian?

- No. For him.

Luckily the army caught one of the thieves

and learned some of the plan.

Those rifles were to be delivered to King Joseph

in the next day or so.

Unfortunately, we don't know where.

- You say he's a half-breed.

- His father's white. Trapper. Why?

- Just wondered.

Does he speak English? - Fluently.

You see without King Joseph

the mountain Indians won't fight.

- He's a big chief then.

- Worse. He's the leader of the young ones.

The hotheads, the dangerous ones who have been responsible

for those massacres in the gold mining camps.

If those guns are delivered it means open warfare.

It's got to be stopped.

- Look, you can't blame the Indians for not liking that.

- Liking what?

- Being driven from their homes, where they've always lived,

where their ancestors ashes are scattered.

- They're being asked to move

according to terms of a treaty they signed.

- Treaty? Sure, fill them full of whiskey and promises

and then make them put an X on a piece of paper

they can't even read to get their land and dig for gold.

- Listen, Jeremy, my job is to uphold the law

and not judge it.

If those rifles are delivered it means open warfare.

The army has asked me to help find this fellow

and I'm asking you to help me.

Do I get it or don't I?

- No, it's a military matter and let the military handle it.

- Alright, go sell your mule.

- I'll do just that.

- Wait a minute. What's the matter?

Why are you so upset?

- Let the army catch their own Indians.

Why do people always have to get pushed around.

- Even King Joseph? - Yes King Joseph.

He's a human being isn't he?

- He's a savage and a killer.

- Well, I don't blame him, any Indian.

They're getting a raw deal. All of them.

- Wait a minute. That's an Indian bridal.

Feathers in the mane. That's why you're so upset.

That's why he's a human being, not a savage huh?

You met King Joseph. Where?

- On my land.

- What do you mean? Where's your land?

- Wouldn't you like to know.

What would you do if you found him

and you brought the soldiers?

I don't want to see him slaughtered.

He's not what you say. He's a man you can deal with.

- Oh, you're going to do with him I suppose.

- I'm going to tell him to clear out before he gets caught.

Just ask him polite like that and he'll go?

- That's right. - You're out of your mind.

- We'll see. I'm going to start right now.

- You'll get a Tomahawk in your skull, you numbskull.

- We'll see.

- Well, you'll need somebody to cover you.

- I'll get my rifle and go with you.

- Not with that badge you're not.

- All right, you take it.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- Please, don't get trigger happy.

- Don't worry.

- Good day Little Cloud, I thought I'd stop by

and see how little boy is getting on.

I see he's much better now.

Thank you for the mule, Mr. King.

- King? What do you know of King?

- Well, not much.

Except the army is looking for a Chowchilla by that name.

Supposed to be in these parts.

He's wanted for stealing rifles,

leading massacres and killing people.

Thought it might be you.

- My name is Jose Rey.

- That's right, in Spanish it's Jose Rey.

But in English Jose means Joseph and Rey is king, right?

- I think you'd better go now.

- No, you better go. You're camping on my land.

- Your land, this?

- That's right. Name's Jeremy Pitt.

And I want you off before dark.

- We do not hurt your land.

- Look, can't you get it through your thick skull.

I'm trying to help you.

I don't care about your tribe

but I do care about that young boy of yours.

And if you are not out before dark he's liable to get hurt.

- Or you will bring the soldiers.

- No, they'll find you themselves.

They know you're somewhere around here.

(speaking foreign language)

(tense music)

I got a friend of mine in those bushes out there.

I imagine his rifle is aimed right there.

He's a crack shot too.

- Wait. One more day.

The boy is still sick.

We will leave tomorrow right after dawn I promise you.

- If you're still here this time tomorrow

I'll bring the soldiers.

He wants one more day.

- That means he's getting the guns before he leaves.

- No, he won't.

Let the army get them.

They'll have to come by the Monterey road won't they.

- That's right.

I'll have the soldiers waiting down by the bend in the road.

What about Jose?

- I'll take care of him as soon as you have the guns.

- Can you handle it?

- I can handle it. He's my friend.

(suspenseful music)

- Whoa.

- All right stop right there.

(gunshot bangs)

Get down.

Captain, turn 'em around. Take 'em back into town.

- Drop your gun white man.

(speaks foreign language)

What are you doing here this time?

- Hunting.

- I heard a shot. You made it?

- I said I was hunting.

- But what were you hunting?

- I'm not sure exactly. A way of life I guess.

You and I, white man and Indian.

We understand each other. We can get along.

What I mean is if we can,

why can't all white men and Indians?

- You talk in riddles.

- War is not a riddle. Life and death, they're not riddles.

War is no good. Not for Indians or white men either.

What about your wife? What about Kosuka?

Why must there be this killing?

If you keep on, there'll be plenty on both sides. Why?

- The white men drive us from our homes

and you ask me this.

- They don't want your homes.

They want the gold in the creek beds.

- And what do we eat since the white man came?

Our squaws make bread from acorns

but now the donkey and the hogs of the white men

are beneath the oak trees.

The Indian needs sweet corn and seeds of grass.

But the white men plow up the meadows to plant their grain.

The Indian eat deer and bear and dress in their skins.

The white men like meat too and fish

but they do not spear the fish one at a time.

They catch many of them in nets.

Soon, there will come a time when there will be no more deer

or bear or fish, nothing.

- But they give you jobs.

You can dig for gold and buy your own food.

- Yes, we can dig.

But for the gold we find

they give us beads or a piece of cloth.

- We want half the gold they find in our creeks,

but they give us nothing

but bullets and whiskey and smallpox.

- You know I've heard that old Chief Taneya

is ready to sign a treaty

and take his people back to the big valley.

- When Taneya signs a treaty Taneya will die.

- You hate white men that much?

- Yes.

- You're half white yourself.

- I am an Indian.

- You didn't hate your father did you?

He must've been a big handsome fella.

You loved him didn't you?

- Get out! Why do you ask me these questions?

- Because you have my gun in your belt

and I have your mule in my stable.

- Yes. I loved my father.

He came and he went with his fur trappings

and I would watch the trails for his coming.

Then when I was the age of my son Kosuka.

He came and he stayed one winter.

- He's gone Jose Rey. Forget him. He's dead.

- No, I cannot forget him.

I cannot forget what he did to my mother.

Like dirt he treated us,

as though he were ashamed of her and me.

- But you were a child. You didn't understand.

- He came and he stayed one winter.

Then in the spring he took my mother and me and my sister.

And he gave us to the mission Padre.

Then he shaved his beard and went away with a Spanish woman.

And as they rode away, they passed me.

He pointed at me and they laughed.

Now get out before I kill you.

- All right, Jose, I'll go.

But you'll go too, there's no reason for you to stay now.

The guns aren't coming.

The army captured 'em down by the road.

That was the shot you heard.

(dramatic music)

(gunshot bangs)

(speaking foreign language)

(dramatic music continues)

(suspenseful music)

- No! No! Jose Rey, don't kill him.

He saved Kosuka's life. He saved your son's life.

- How?

- Kosuka was bit by a rattlesnake.

He must have taken poison out with his mouth.

- Go, go. We are finished.

- I didn't succeed.

- You tried. Thank you.

- Stop the fighting now Jose.

You'll only break your heart and theirs.

Better to stop fighting now, find a way to get along.

- Jose Rey alone does not lead the mountain tribes.

One, man cannot start a war. One man cannot end a war.

If all the white men were like you...

(somber music)

- You ought to be celebrating.

- Celebrating what?

- You sold your mule didn't you?

- Yeah.

- What's the matter with you?

- They killed him. - Who?

- Jose Rey, my Indian friend

that I saved from you and the army.

- It's in the paper?

- A dispatch from Mariposa, Major Savage and his battalion

virtually wiped out the Chowchilla tribe.

- The boy and the squaw, what was her name?

- Kosuka and Little Cloud, doesn't say.

Just that a few of them got safely over the mountains.

They found Jose Rey's funeral pyre.

Don't tell me he was a savage. He was a man.

- Which way would he have preferred

to live in captivity or die in Freedom.

(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 that I just can't endure *

* Is being broke and being poor *

* So I've 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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