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(light orchestral music)

- [Narrator] San
Francisco, 1854.

Autumn was cleanup time
at the gold diggings.

Banks bulged with the stuff
and a small police force

was strained to
provide protection

against the
possibility of robbery.

At the same time, an army
of fakes, quacks, and cranks

flowed into San Francisco
to share the flow of wealth.

(man chanting crazily)

(drum beat music)

- You have my
sympathy, Marshall.

(man chanting)
(drum beats)

- Well, Marshall
Wayne, good morning.

I intended to pay
you a visit, sir.

Permit me to introduce
myself, Pepper's the name.

Peter Pepper,
painless Peter Pepper.

- How do you do?

What can I do for you?

- Well, I'm presenting a
street show, an advertisement

for the painless
extraction of aching teeth.

Nothing but high toned
entertainment, sir.

A little Sheba,
Oriental dancing girl

with an interesting rhythm,
not seen this side of Arabia.

Agamuk, genuine Eskimo mystic,
all that sort of thing.

How about it?

- How about what?

- How much do you
want to let us show?

- Mr. Pepper, our streets
are public places.

There's no charge.

- Great balls of fire,
don't tell me you're honest.

- Surprised?

- I can hardly believe
it, an honest policeman

and I'm shaken, sir.

Considerably shaken, it shakes
my faith in human nature.

Good day, sir.

- Mr. Pepper.

I see you're advertising the
painless extraction of teeth.

I feel it's only fair to warn
you that I'll be watching you

and the first yelp
of pain that I hear,

I'm going to run you
right out of town.

Good day to you, sir.

(whimsical music)

* California California

- [Narrator] 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

(drum beats)

- There's no need
to fear, my friends.

I personally guarantee there
will positively be no pain.

(crowd laughs)

And why will there be no pain?

My friends, from the frozen
wastelands of the Arctic

from the silent shores of
the great Northern sea comes

a new mystery, a new
power in the hands

of an Eskimo sage, the power

(drum beats)

of painless healing.

- Who would fall for that?

- Take a look at this crowd.

- My friends,
Agamuk, great healer,

Agamuk, great
student of mysteries,

(drum beats)

Agamuk Stanfall.

(drum beat intensifies)

(Agamuk chanting)

Agamuk says him
know great mystery.

Him say he bring he
big gift to all people.

Him say be not afraid.

Him say there be no pain.

Is that right, Agamuk?

(Agamuk grunts)

That's what he says.

- Now what happens?

- There's a shill in the crowd,

the man will go up there and
pretend to have a tooth pulled

and that'll bring the
rest of the easy marks.

- Oh, he's so wonderful.

- That's no shill.

- How do you know?

- That's my cleaning woman.

She's had a toothache
for the past week.

- Does it hurt, mother?

Here, let me have a look.

Don't be afraid, it won't
hurt, I promise you.

(drum beats)

(Agamuk chants)

- What's he got in
the handkerchief?

- Nothing I can see.

Looks wet, though doesn't it?

(crowd applauds)

- It's all right, sir.

Go ahead. I ain't afraid.

- It's all over.

- It's gone.

I didn't feel a
thing. Not a thing.

(crowd applauds)

(soft orchestral music)

- I beg your pardon, sir.

But I should like to speak
with the owner of the bank

or the manager.

My name is Peter Pepper.

- Mine is Ordway.

I am senior partner and
manager at the bank.

- Mr. Ordway, delighted.

I should like to open
a rather large account.

- Of course.

Now if you'll just step
this way. Sit down.

- Thank you.

- Now then, just how would
you like to open this account?

- We'll start with 5,000.

- Would this deposit be in
specie or in drafts, sir?

(taps counter)

- Hard cash.

Oh, Mr. Ordway, one other thing.

I have here a small
casket of jewels,

nothing great in intrinsic
value, sir, but in sentiment.

Oh yes, in sentiment.

A few poor things belonging
to my late sainted mother.

- I feel for you, sir.

I too had a mother.

- Then you will
understand, Mr. Ordway,

why I would like to place
this treasured casket

of memories in your
vault for safekeeping.

- If you'd be kind
enough to follow me.

Solid masonry, Mr.
Pepper, two feet thick.

Double thickness
steel in this door.

It would take a field
gun to break you in.

- And this, sir?

- That is an air vent.

When we're storing
gold on the vault,

we have two policemen
constantly on guard.

I'm afraid they'd
suffocate without air.

- Well, it would
take an army, sir,

to storm this place.

Now, the vault is here just
at the left front of the bank.

It's about nine feet deep.

And just over here,
just across the street

is an empty store.

Now you rent that
store tomorrow morning

and you start
digging immediately.

How long will it take?

- Two weeks.

It'll take us that long
to shore up the tunnel

as we go.

- You're not digging
a mine shaft.

How long without shoring?

- A week, but it won't be safe.

- In our game, we have
to take some risks.

You all know what to do.

Good night, all.

- Do we have to go
through with this?

- Of course we do.

You're not frightened, are you?

Well, don't be.

When this is over,
we'll been rich

and I'll take you to Europe.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

(cymbals clang)

(laughing)

- Hey Matt, this is better
than Ada Minkum and Mazeppa.

- Who gave them permission to
perform outside of the bank?

- I did.
- Why?

- Pepper is one
of our depositors.

I thought it wise to oblige him.

- I don't think it's
wise, a crowd like that

outside of a building holding
as much gold as this one.

(cymbals clanging)

- Still trying to figure
out how the Pepper does it?

Franz Anton Mesmer, 1735, 1815.

Who's he?

- French physician,
or a charlatan.

Opinions vary.

Claimed to have magnetic
power to eliminate pain

in operations, called it
mesmerism after himself.

- Did it work?

- Sometimes, apparently.

- Well, do you figure
that's maybe what

Pepper's Eskimo was doing?

- Possible.

- But you don't believe it.

- I don't believe it, no.

- Well, Pepper has
been pulling a lot

of teeth this past week and
nobody's complained of pain.

- Do you believe in that Eskimo?

- No, but I do believe
in something else.

Pepper has found a
way to kill pain.

- A Boston dentist named
Morton developed Letheon

a few years ago.

It's been used in
hospitals back east.

Blocks pain completely.

- Maybe that's what
Pepper has been using.

- No, Letheon requires
apparatus to administer it.

Besides why would he go through

all that huggamuggery
with the Eskimo?

- Well, maybe Pepper
has found something new

that he wants to keep secret.

So he makes the people
think it's the Eskimo

that kills pain.

You know, keep the
audience watching one hand

while you pull the bunny out
of the sleeve with the other.

Now what's the matter?

- Jeremy, this whole
thing, a show he puts on.

The painless extractions,
but whatever it is

he uses in that
handkerchief could be

to keep the audience
looking at one hand

while he pulls something
out of the other sleeve.

I've got the find out
what Mr. Pepper has

up his other sleeve.

(drum beats)

I've got men stationed
all around the building

but let out a yell if the least
thing makes you suspicious.

- Yes, sir.

- What are we going
to do about it?

- Exactly as we planned.

- There's police.

- Never mind the police.

Make your bow and move.

(crowd applauds)

- Stuffy, ain't it?

- Your move.

(dramatic music)

- Agamuk, mystic
healer of the Arctic.

Agamuk, who brings his priceless
gift to suffering mankind.

Great Agamuk, mystic
healer, Standfall.

(drum beats)

(Agamuk chants)

- All quiet, sir.

- Good, let's hope
it stays that way.

(rock clatters)

- Hurry, hurry.

Bring the other box.

(Agamuk chants)

(rocks clatter)

(sinister music)

(glass shatters)

(knocks at door)

- Who's there?

- [Marshall] Marshall
Wayne, open up.

- Is something wrong, sir?

- Are you men all right?

- Well, yes sir.

- The gold!

(rocks clatter)

- Help me!

Don't leave me.

- Well?

- The gold is gone, Mr. Ordway.

- I swear we wasn't
sleeping, sir.

We was playing checkers.

It was Steadman's move.

And just as he was
making the move,

we heard the
marshal at the door.

- I demanded that you arrest
these men and make them talk.

- Pepper's gone, sir.

We've got an alarm off for him.

- Do you suspect Mr. Pepper
of robbing this bank?

- We do want to question him.

- This, sir. It was
stuffed in the air vent.

- Did you ever smell
anything like that?

- [Officer] No, sir.

- What about you, Conway?

- Well, yes sir.

Seems like it was just
before you came in.

- Steadman?

- It's kind of yes and no, sir.

I mean, it seems
like I remembered it

and then again, I don't.
(woman screams)

- I think I hear
a woman yelling.

- [Woman] Help!

(dramatic music)

Help, help.

(knocks at door)

- What the devil
happened down there?

- The tunnel caved in.

I told you I needed another
week to shore it up properly.

- You made a mess of things.

We could have been away
before they even discovered

that tunnel.

- Leave him alone,
it's not his fault.

- As it is, we're going
to have to move fast.

- We've got a coach that'll
pick us up before dawn.

We'll get away all, all right.

- We'd better.

They raised a hue
and cry after me.

- You worry too much, Peter.

They haven't a scrap to
connect either you or me

to the robbery.

We were on full public
view when it happened.

- Well, if they pick any of us
up, we just deny everything.

Get Sheba to come out here
and give us a hand, will you?

(ominous music)

What's wrong with
you two? Sheba!

Where's Sheba?

Where is she?

- She's in the tunnel.

- The tunnel?

- She got caught when
the roof caved in,

I tried to get her
out but I couldn't.

- I'll kill you.
(man shouts)

- Leave him alone, I told you.

She took a chance as the
same as the rest of us.

Is she dead?

Will she talk, Peter?

- Of course she won't talk.

- Good.
- Just a minute.

We're not going to abandon her.

- And why not?

She's a pretty girl.

These frontier juries
are notoriously lenient

towards pretty women.

She'll do a bit, I
dare say, a small one.

She'll be back with
you in no time.

Just remember you're not
alone in this, Peter.

We all have as much
at stake as you.

If you make one false
move, we'll stop you.

She's going to be all right.

She'll be all right,
Peter. Don't worry.

- Who was in that
tunnel with you?

- You wouldn't know him, mister.

- You're not going
to tell me anything?

- Read about it in my memoirs.

- Doctor, do you
recognize that odor?

- Chloroform.

- A new drug?

- One of the new painkillers.

Scott's physician discovered
its use a couple of years ago.

It's much easier to use
that Morton's Letheon,

just sprinkle a bit on a pad
and let the patient inhale.

- It's the first
I'd heard of it.

- It's not in use out here.

New thing, you know.

Profession has to be careful
about accepting new drugs.

I wish I had some
of it now though.

That girl's leg is
a frightful mess.

I could save it
with an operation

but she wouldn't be
able to stand the pain.

It'll have to come off.

- What about Letheon?

- William Martin has
a patent on Letheon

and its apparatus and
no one in San Francisco

has his license to use it.

- I'll show you how it was done.

Come here.

They tunneled under the
street from that empty store.

- Hmm, pretty clever engineering
to lay a straight course,

underground of the bank vault.

- That's where
the drums came in.

It helped to disguise the sound

of the digging and it acted
as a directional guide.

- And in the meantime,
your two guard sat

in the vault, heard nothing.

Watched the thieves come into
the vault and take the gold.

- That's why they
used the chloroform.

They saturated a cloth with it,

stuffed it into the
air vent of the wall.

Of course the vault was
small and tight enough

to permit the fumes
to concentrate.

Those guards were knocked
out without even knowing it.

- Good evening, gentlemen.

I couldn't help
overhearing, Marshall.

That's an interesting
theory you have there.

It's too bad you can't prove it.

- Mr. Pepper,
you're under arrest.

- Well, I expected that.

Mr. Pitt, I believe you
are a capable lawyer.

Will you arrange for
my release in due time?

- Are you retaining me?

- As of now.

- You may hold him
for 24 hours, Matt.

- Then what?

- Bring a charge and arraign
him on very good evidence

or I'll get a court
order for his release.

- What more evidence
do you want?

I've got his accomplice.

- Accomplice. Oh,
you're referring

to that unfortunate
member of my troop.

She's the victim of evil
companions, Mr. Wayne.

But I doubt that she can
implicate me in the crime.

- You see, Matt, you
have no evidence.

- What about the chloroform?

You don't deny that you use
chloroform in your dentistry.

- My dear Marshall
Wayne, literally hundreds

of persons have watched
me extract teeth

while my patients were
under the magnetic influence

of that great healer, Agamuk.

But I feel sure
that no such drug

will be found in my possession.

It's a pity too, because
that might be the one link

of evidence you need.

- Where is it, Pepper?

Where is my gold?

Are you going to let him
walk out of here, scot free?

- I may have to.

Why did you come
here, Mr. Pepper?

- I heard about little Sheba.

I came to inquire about her.

- Maybe you better come with
me and see for yourself.

(sad orchestral music)

- I'm sorry, baby.
Awfully sorry.

- It's all right.
I took my chances.

- The other were
afraid you might talk.

- I won't.

- I know.
- Please go now.

- She tells me it's
her leg, a bad bruise.

How lucky she was.

- Doctor, why don't you explain?

- Mr. Pepper, I'm afraid of
her leg will have to come off.

- No.

- She couldn't stand the pain
of a long drawn out operation.

She'd be lucky if she lives
through the amputation.

(ominous music)

- Could you save the leg?

If there was no pain,
could you save it?

- Chances are good.

- Don't do anything
until I get back.

- Pepper, you're under arrest.

- Come with me please.

- Where the devil have you been?

- To see Sheba.

She's in a bad way.
Needs an operation.

- You wouldn't like to try
a little Eskimo magnetism,

would you? No, I thought not.

So we'll have to use the
old reliable chloroform.

- Sorry, old boy.

- Drop it!

(gun fires)

Take them away.

You realize you've
convicted yourself?

- I know.

- You must be awfully
fond of little Sheba.

- I am. She's my daughter.

Shall we go?

- Bite down on this when
the pain becomes unbearable.

I'll be as quick as I can.

- Doctor, give me a pad please.

You didn't think I'd
forget you, did you?

My dear, breathe deeply. Deep.

All right doctor,
your patient is ready.

Marshall, your prisoner is, too.

* 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 come to California,
California *

* The gold in them there
hills in California *

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

* In the golden west

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

* California, California

* There's gold in
them there hills *

* In California