Original subtitles

(orchestral music)

- [Anthony] San Francisco, 1855.

The awakening giant of the American West.

Center of commerce.

Repository vault for gold men were wrestling

from the surrounding camps.

A new world of men and foremen,

in which, the young boy often had to find his own way alone.

- Then I say (speaking in foreign language).

- It means how do I go.

- Now.

(speaking in foreign language)

- I go very well.

- In French.

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

- But finish.

- Madame.

Got it all that time.

- Now, I owe $2 for the fish

and $1 for yesterday's errands.

Here is your pay, monsieur.

- Can I leave it here?

That way, when Pa comes for his supplies,

it's already paid for.

It'll please him.

- As you wish.

Now, watch for the wagon at the bridge.

This time, my husband has for you something very special

from San Francisco.

Some rock candy.

- I know.

Goodbye.

(speaking in foreign language)

It'll please the father.

The drunken one.

(singing in foreign language)

* Ding dang dong

* Ding dang dong

(singing in foreign language)

* Ding dang dong

* Ding dang dong

- Monsieur Jouvais with rock candy.

(singing in foreign language)

(gun firing)

(ominous music)

- It killed him.

Jacko, you gun-crazy or something?

I said we'd have no killing on this.

Now, instead of plain robbery, you got us fixed for murder.

- [Jacko] Ah, shut up.

Let's bury him.

- Pa. (dramatic music)

* Cali-For-Ni-A

* Cali-For-Ni-A

- [Announcer] "The Californians".

* Cali-For-Ni-A

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

* In the golden west

* I'm gonna strike it rich in Cali-for-ni-a *

* Cali-For-Ni-A

- [Anthony] The deputy at Gold Creek

came to San Francisco to ask Marshal Matt Waynes' assistance

to locate a missing person last known to be

in San Francisco on business.

Since Matt was out of town, and I was a deputy,

it seemed a good idea for me to help out.

Mr. Schuyler?

- Yes?

- My name's Wayne, Anthony Wayne.

- Oh, related to Matt?

- Well, we're cousins.

Call me Pittsburgh.

- Well, glad to know you, Pittsburgh.

Hope none of my employees is in trouble.

- No, no, no, nothing like that, sir.

I'm trying to locate a Monsieur Jouvais,

a storekeeper up at Gold Creek.

I understand you sell him groceries and dried good supplies.

- Indeed, we do.

He comes in every few days with his little wagon and team.

- Mm-hmm.

When was he here last?

- Thursday.

- Thursday, you sure of the day?

- Oh, yes.

Our Shanghai clipper docked that morning

with a cargo which included spices

San Francisco's been short of.

Monsieur Jouvais was bright and early

to make certain his customers would likewise be served.

- Well, unfortunately, he didn't get back,

and his wife is already imagining the worst.

- Well, might this be helpful, Marshal?

Monsieur Jouvais, a Frenchman with a good eye for business,

carries a small hand bell with him

which he rings along the way,

and the miners come to buy directly off his wagon.

As a result, on more than one occasion,

he sold the wagon clean before reaching home.

Had to turn right around with his pouches of gold

and load up back here again.

- There ought to be people who did business with him

along the way, then.

Might even remember the time.

- No doubt of it.

- Well, man, wagon, and team can't all disappear.

I think I'll backtrack his route

and see if I can't find out who it was saw him last.

Thanks.

(dramatic music)

I was sure Jouvais had followed a direct route

back to Gold Creek, all right,

selling from the wagon as usual.

One miner positively confirmed the time

because he had bought a fine new silver watch

from Monsieur Jouvais.

Two miners knew him all right

but hadn't seen hide nor hair of him.

(ominous music)

Then, I met a boy.

Howdy.

You're not afraid of a marshal, are you, son?

What's your name?

- Jimmy.

- [Anthony] Jimmy's your whole name?

- James Vincent Dobbs, sir.

- How old are you, Jimmy?

- [Jimmy] 16.

- 16?

- I mean, 17.

I'm gonna be a cabin boy on one of the clippers.

- Oh.

Where's your mom?

- Dead.

- [Anthony] Your pa, what does he do?

- He's a gold panner.

- [Anthony] Oh, where?

- Mostly around Gold Creek.

- Do you know Monsieur Jouvais the storekeeper?

- I like Madame Jouvais.

She teaches me French.

- Oh, very good.

Along the way, you didn't happen

to see Monsieur Jouvais, did you?

Well, come on, give me your hand.

- What for?

- [Anthony] Well, not to hurt you.

You can ride back to Gold Creek with me.

Come on.

- I'm not going back. - Jimmy.

If you were 17 or even 16,

I might let you choose your own way.

As it is, I think we'll discuss this first with your father.

- No.

- Now, Jimmy, I have to do what I think is right.

It's my job.

Now, come on.

(orchestral music)

(ominous music)

Why are you trembling so?

Well, you couldn't be cold in this nice, warm sun.

Are you sick?

Maybe just a little ashamed to face your pa

about running away?

You'll be all right.

All right, son.

- If it's just as good with you,

sir, please let me wait out here.

- Now, you said you like Madame Jouvais, didn't you?

Come on inside.

(dog whining)

Madame Jouvais?

- Oh, Monsieur Le Marshal, you have word, please?

- No word.

In fact, I'm as puzzled about this as you.

- Oh, then he is not in San Francisco?

- I traced his route all the way back

to the Slocum-Hodges diggings

on the other side of the bridge.

I'd say your husband's almost got to be here in town

or right close to it.

- Oh, I see.

Monsieur, what do you do with this one?

- The boy?

Well, we kinda teamed up to come back to town together.

He'll be fine now.

- From where, monsieur, you come back?

- If you'll excuse me, ma'am, I want to talk

to the local deputy.

He may know something that everyone else

is simply overlooking.

(speaking in foreign language)

Monsieur.

When I say to you about the rock candy,

surely you wait at the bridge

(speaking in foreign language)?

And you ride on the seat as always, and you sing with him.

(singing in foreign language)

This time, then, you do not see my husband, huh?

Oh, but then you do not receive the rock candy.

Oh, but do not be sad, (speaking in foreign language).

I find something else good.

- No.

- No?

Since when, monsieur, does one refuse candy?

(hooves clopping)

- Ma'am, where's the marshal?

- Oh, he left to see the deputy.

- You men looking for me?

- Oh, Marshal, one thing me and Hodges forgot

till you after you left our diggings.

Frenchy could've turned off at the bridge

and gone over to Cal Dobbs' place, the boy's pa.

- No.

Pa always comes here vittles.

- True, monsieur.

We can afford them.

- And if Frenchy didn't turn off, and he ain't here,

where is he?

- Well, now you said your pa was a gold panner, son.

Now, this is rich gold country.

Why can't he afford vittles?

- Sometimes, Pa's luck, it's bad.

- Luck just don't walk up to you.

You gotta work some at it.

- But, lately, he's been doing fine.

Panning lots of new places.

- How fine?

- Could have a new strike, even.

Maybe he hasn't told anybody yet.

- Boy, you do a lot of fishing near the bridge, don't you?

Right where Frenchy's got a crossover with his wagon.

- I didn't see it.

(dramatic music)

- You didn't see what, son?

- I mean, the wagon.

- Marshal, for some reason,

this boy's plumb scared to death.

- Yeah.

Well, we're going back out there, and you're coming with us.

(dramatic music)

(bell ringing)

- His bell.

- Here's what's left of his wagon.

(dog barking) (dramatic music)

(speaking in foreign language)

No, no, no, no.

- He didn't do it.

Pa didn't do it.

It was Jacko.

Pa didn't do it.

(tense music) (hooves clopping)

- Cal Dobbs, come out.

(dramatic music)

- Here you are, Marshal.

This proves the kid's pa is guilty.

- Come on, let's search the place.

- Now, if you men don't mind, let's let the circuit judge

and jury decide of the guilt or innocence.

- You know as well as we do,

Marshal, that these boxes come fresh off the ship.

Frenchy told us so.

- When?

- When me and Slocum bought our provisions off of the wagon.

- Well, does that prove that Cal Dobbs

couldn't also have bought his off the wagon?

- Here.

Gold, Marshal, in a pouch just like Frenchy's.

- C.D. for Cal Dobbs.

- That don't mean anything.

Cal ain't had this much gold in a year.

- Well, the boy said different.

- The kid's lying.

Now you can shake the truth out of his mouth.

- From a youngster.

- A man is dead out there who had a right to live.

Are you a marshal, or do you just wear that star for show?

(tense music)

- Where is he?

- Oh, he's asleep.

Monsieur, he's still a boy.

He was so exhausted.

- Jimmy.

Why'd you run away?

You saw your father kill Monsieur Jouvais, didn't you?

- No, Jacko done it.

- Who is this Jacko?

Nobody knows him.

Nobody's ever seen him around here.

Now, who is he?

- A stranger, a drifter.

- Your pa found him?

- No, he come to Pa.

- Why?

- To ask about Monsieur Jouvais.

- Ask what?

- If he carried gold in the wagon.

- And what did your pa say?

- I didn't hear any more.

- Now, Jimmy, you love your father very much, don't you?

- No.

- No?

You're afraid of him.

You think he'll punish you for running away?

- Don't matter now.

He whipped her too.

- Her?

- My mother.

- Why did he whip your mother?

- She wanted us to run away, like I did.

- [Anthony] When was this?

- I was little.

- But, after she died, you stayed with your father.

Why?

Why, Jimmy?

- She told me.

Look after your pa.

- You obeyed.

- Yes, sir.

- Up to now, now you suddenly disobey.

You no longer care what your mother told you.

- I do care.

- Then why'd you run away?

I'll tell you why, because there's no Jacko.

There's just your pa.

You were near the bridge.

You saw your friend, Monsieur Jouvais,

coming along in the wagon, bringing you rock candy

from the city, and you saw your own father kill him.

- No.

It was Jacko.

- Where's your father now?

- I don't know.

- Now, where is he?

- I won't talk.

- Where's your father, Jimmy?

- He didn't do it.

But they'll hang him.

- I promise you they won't hang him,

not if there is a Jacko.

- There is.

There is.

And he did it.

- Monsieur, for the love of heaven.

- Well, I don't like this any more than you.

Can't you understand it's the boy's last protection

for his father now is to let me have him?

Otherwise, the miners will track him down themselves

and kill him.

Now, get out of here.

(door slamming)

Now speak, boy, tell me.

(tense music)

- You promise he won't hang?

- Yes, I promise.

- In the old mine shack.

Up back of the cabin. (dramatic music)

- Stay back here.

(Anthony whistling)

- You decided to come back, eh, boy?

You're getting to be worse

than that no-good mother of yours.

Marshal.

(dramatic music)

- Now, you did that real nice, Marshal.

- Sure did.

Now, we'll take care of the rest.

Your hands up, Marshal.

- What is this, Slocum?

- We discourage murder in this camp.

Dobbs there oughta know better.

- I gave the boy my promise.

- I didn't.

- Now drop it, Slocum.

(dramatic music)

- Sorry, Marshal.

There ain't no Jacko.

- But there's a Cal Dobbs, and he'll do.

(dramatic music)

- So, my kid runs away.

That don't prove nothing.

What does it prove?

- Well, we think different. - You bring him here.

He'll tell you. - He already told.

- He lies.

You bring him here,

and I'll give him a worse whipping I ever gave his ma.

I'll get the truth out of him.

- No, monsieur.

The boy, he shall not witness what is done here.

- In his cabin, we found provision boxes from the wagon.

- My place?

What right you got to go in there?

- [Hodges] Enough that we searched it.

- Well, them is provisions.

Everybody here's got store provisions.

- Not with Shanghai clipper marks.

Those boxes never got to the store.

- Well, I bought 'em

off of the wagon same as everybody else.

- What with?

- With dust.

I've been panning better.

- Funny, nobody heard.

- Why should they?

Think I'm gonna rat out about my new strike

and have every man, Jack, and camp on my heels?

- Monsieur, this is your gold pouch,

(speaking in foreign language)?

It was found in your cabin.

- Who else's?

Them is my initials.

- You promised.

You promised.

- I gave my word.

I'll keep it.

(dramatic music)

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- What of it?

Everything's got Frenchy's mark on it.

- As were the provisions from the wagon?

- The same as the burnt wagon.

- How did you know, monsieur, the wagon is burned?

- [Anthony] You're under arrest, Slocum.

I'll take my gun.

- I apologize for what I did to you,

Marshal, but never for this.

- Monsieur Dobbs has been proved guilty,

Monsieur Le Marshal.

- Of what?

- [Hodges] Murdering her husband.

- By his own hand?

- There was no hand but his.

We vote.

Bearing in mind your bounded respect to the Almighty.

Take off your hats if you vote yes.

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My vote.

- You promised.

You promised.

- Eight eyes, Marshal.

He hangs.

All right, put him in the wagon.

- Slocum, I swear I didn't kill him.

I didn't want him killed. - Now, wait!

Does it mean nothing to any of you men

that I gave my word this man will not be hanged?

Because he did not do the actual killing?

- Your word, Monsieur Le Marshal?

- To the boy in the room.

- The boy?

He's here?

But I did not know about this promise.

- Ma'am, your husband is still dead.

(gun firing) (hooves clopping)

Who's this?

- Jacko, your killer.

- [Slocum] Jacko?

- [Anthony] Hiding in a mine shack.

- How do we know this isn't some trick of yours, Marshal?

- Here.

We found this on him.

- [Slocum] Jouvais.

- Jacko's share.

Now, mount Cal up.

We'll take 'em both in.

- The boy was telling the truth.

- They'll be tried in San Francisco.

Jacko will hang.

Dobbs will get prison.

- My kid.

Telling on his pa after all I've done for you.

- You're wrong, Dobbs.

Except for your son, I would've gunned you down,

or these men would've strung you from that tree.

- [Cal] He's my own flesh and blood, ain't he?

- There comes a day when a father like you

has been repaid in full.

Now, you gave him life, well, he just gave you back yours.

I'd say he's more than evened the account.

Get him outta here.

(hooves clopping)

- Now he goes.

But where?

- Go?

Well, likely to San Francisco.

He wanted a job on one of the sailing ships.

I'll get him one.

They can go pretty hard on a boy so young,

but then, he's never known anything better, has he?

It doesn't matter.

- It doesn't matter?

At his age?

No.

Monsieur.

(speaking in foreign language)

(soft music)

Where do you go, monsieur?

Look at the hair.

And the dirty face.

And the clothes.

(lips clicking)

Disgraceful, monsieur, disgraceful.

But the spirit (speaking in foreign language).

How goes the spirit, huh?

(pleasant music)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

(speaking in foreign language)

- And then finish.

- Madame.

(speaking in foreign language) (triumphant music)

(dog barking)

* 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 Cali-for-ni-a

* Cali-For-Ni-A

* There's gold in them there hills *

* In Cali-for-ni-a

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

* In the golden west

* I'm gonna strike it rich in Cali-for-ni-a *

* Cali-For-Ni-A

* Cali-For-Ni-A

* There's gold in them there hills *

* In Cali-for-ni-a

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