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- [Narrator] The year,
1854 in San Francisco

was marked by two
significant events.

Crime was on the upsurge
and the city marshal

appointed the first
female peace officer

in the recorded
history of the West.

- Evening, Mrs. Fansler.
- Good evening.

- Marshal.
- Hello, Montgomery.

- I suppose you heard what
happened to that gold shipment

from Grass Valley
intended for my bank.

- Yes, I did.

- That's the fourth robbery
in this area in a month,

what do you propose
to do about it?

- I'm sorry but that's
out of my jurisdiction.

- They may have
been planned here.

Have you taken that
into consideration?

- I have but so far
it's only a theory.

- In the meantime, the food is
getting cold and I'm hungry.

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Fansler.

See you later, Marshal.

- It's been weeks since
we've been together, Matt.

Would you please put
away your marshal badge

and let's keep it social, huh?

You can begin by
mentioning my new gown.

- As a matter of fact
I was just gonna say

how beautiful the candlelight
shines through your hair,

through your eyes.

(woman screams)
(dramatic music)

She's stabbed.

* Californi-a Californi-a

- [Narrator] "The Californians."

* Californi-a

* I've come to live
where I know best *

* In the golden West

* I'm gonna strike it rich
in Californi-a Californi-a *

(slow dramatic music)

- Here's the house
physician, Dr. Kellog,

this is Mrs. Fansler.
- How do you do.

- Ever do any
nursing, Mrs. Fansler.

- No, but I'd be willing to try.

- We'll take care
of it, Marshal.

- I'll wait downstairs.

How is she?
- Lucky to be alive.

That knife just
missed her heart.

Did you find out who she is?

- She's registered as Lorraine
Lathrop from Monterey.

- In that case,
she's up to no good.

- You suspect every pretty
woman of being up to no good.

- Nine times out of
10 I've been right.

Remember that
red-headed, long-legged
gal from New Orleans.

- Well, yeah, reason
to suspect her

but why the woman upstairs?

- Well, no honest woman
tries to conceal the fact

that she's married.

She's not a Miss, she's a Mrs.

- How do you know?

- The mark on her third
finger on her left hand.

- What else did you find out?

- That she had a dozen
inexpensive nightgowns.

11 of them blue, obviously
her favorite color.

There's one horrid
purple with black lace,

proves she's married.

- I'll bite, why does
that prove she's married?

- Because a woman of
her obvious good taste

wouldn't be caught dead
wearing a thing like that.

It's the kind of nightgown
that only a husband

would buy for his wife.

- Very good detecting, why
don't you take over this case?

- I'll be glad to.

Give me a badge and swear me in.

- I was only joking.
- I'm not,

let me help you
on the case, Matt.

- Why should I?

- Well, I'd be
near you more often

and I wouldn't have to
worry about all the mistakes

you're bound to make before you
get to the bottom of things.

- Oh, why am I bound
to make mistakes?

- Well, you already
made a serious mistake

by refusing to believe
that she's a bad apple.

Oh, please Matt.

- No job for a woman.

- But you're dealing
with a woman criminal.

- I have no reason to
suspect she's a criminal.

Besides, whoever heard of
a female peace officer?

- Did you ever hear
of a female teacher?

If we were smart
enough to teach you

when you were a boy, we're
smart enough to help you

when you grow up, come on.

- Touche.
- Please, Matt.

- No.
- Oh, for heaven's sakes,

let's eat.

You know the only
time you take me out

is between murders and I'd
like to make the most of it.

- Marshal, my patient seems
frightened that the man

who attacked her might return.

Could you place
a guard with her?

- Yes, I'll put a
man outside the door.

- Well, that won't do, I'd
like someone on the inside

of the room in case she
wakes up and wants something.

- All right.

- Good night.
- Good night, Doctor.

- If she wakes up and finds
a strange man in her room,

they'll scare the
whits out of her.

I'll volunteer, Matt.

- I knew you would.

- I'll need something to
make my position official,

of course.

You always carry a deputy
marshal's badge, swear me in.

- That's blackmail.

All right, raise
your right hand.

Do you swear to do everything
that a deputy marshal's

supposed to do?

- I do.
- Good,

now you're deputy marshal.

Listen, supposing this
man does come back,

what are you gonna do,
throw the badge at him?

- Mm-mm.

Shoot him with this.

(dramatic music)

- Hello, Marshal.
- Hello, Doctor.

- This is Dr. Bender,
I called him in

for a consultation
about Mrs. Lathrop.

- How do you do, Doctor.

- Nothing, it was necessary,
I never saw a wound

so skillfully treated.

- Good.

Oh, is it all right
for me to talk to her.

- If Mrs. Fansler
will permit it.

- Since when is
she giving orders?

- Ever since you made
her a deputy marshal.

(dramatic music)

(Matt knocks)

- Shh, she's asleep.

- Did she talk to you?

- No, she seems feverish.

- What is it?

Who are you?

- I'm Wilma Fansler,
Deputy Marshal.

I've been nursing you.

This is Matt Wayne, City
Marshal of San Francisco.

- I have to ask you some
questions, do you feel up to it?

- I'll do my best.
- Do you know who stabbed you?

- It was a big man,
he had a big mustache,

I've never seen him before.

Why would a total
stranger wanna kill me?

- I don't know.

Why did you come to San
Francisco, Miss Lathrop?

Or is it Mrs. Lathrop?

- I'm a widow, Lathrop's
my maiden name.

My husband died six months
ago and I sold the vineyard

near Monterey and came here to,

the money, where's the money?

- What money?

- The money I got from the
vineyard, it was $15,000.

Did you find it, Marshal?

- No.
- It was a small veloce.

- Where did you leave it?
- I can't remember.

In the closet, that's
it, in the closet.

- There's no veloce in there.

It may be the man who stabbed
you knew about the money.

Are you sure you
didn't know him?

- No, but I'm sure
I'd recognize him

if I ever saw him again.

Oh, please find
him, find my money.

(Woman cries)

It was my whole future.

- Oh, shh, now relax.

You'd better go, Matt,
I'll take charge here.

- All right.

Hey, don't take that
badge too seriously.

(dramatic music)

How's Mrs. Lathrop?
- Still hysterical,

the doctor's with her now.

- And did you find out anything?

- I found out you
better watch your step.

It wouldn't be the first
time pretty women have tried

to blackmail you, you know.

- Some very ugly men have
tried to blackmail me too.

Why pick on Lorraine Lathrop?

- She's trying to
hide something.

She lied about her husband
being dead, I know.

- Oh sure, 'cause
no married woman

would pack a purple
nightgown with black lace

unless she was married
and up to something.

- Well, that's not
the only thing.

She knows Dr. Kellog.

- What of it?

- Well, she's supposed
to be a stranger in town.

She wakes up from a
horrible experience,

sees a man standing over
her, smiles and says,

"Hello Doctor."

Now how did she know
he was a doctor?

- When did this happen?

- Think I'm a good detective?

- When did it happen?

- Before I rejoined you at
the dinner table last night.

- Why didn't you tell me then?

- Because I wanted to
have you tell me more

about how the candlelight
shines in my eyes.

- Well, hello, Doctor, we
were just talking about you.

- Nothing bad, I hope.

- Just what is there between
you and that Lathrop woman,

Doctor?
- Now what right

do you have to ask that?

- Well, I'm a deputy
marshal, remember?

I think you're
concealing something.

You and that woman are
old friends, aren't you?

- Certainly not.

- Then why did she smile
at you and how did she know

that you're a doctor?

- Because she'd been in my
office earlier in the day

complaining of a
headache, anything else?

- Doctor, how is Mrs. Lathrop?

- Well, she's in a
bad way, Marshal.

Still thinks the man who
attacked her might come back.

She wants to see you, goodnight.

- Mad at me?

- Fine peace officer you are.

Don't you realize if Dr.
Kellog is a valid suspect,

you tipped your hand.

- Well, I was only
trying to help you.

- The biggest help you
could be is to give me back

that badge and to mind
your own business.

- Absolutely not.

Where are you going?

- To see Mrs. Lathrop.

- Well, you better not, she's
setting a snare for you,

mark my words, Matt.

(dramatic music)

(Matt knocks)

- Come in.

- Feeling any better?
- Terrible.

Did you find my money?

- We're doing our best.

The important thing is
for you to get better.

- Sit down, Mr. Wayne.

- There are a lot of
things I have to do.

- But I've been so afraid,
afraid that man might come back.

- Why should he, he
already has your money.

- Oh, I don't think it was just
the money that he was after.

Please stay.

I'm not afraid anymore.

- Shh, she's asleep.

(dramatic music)

- Well, hello, Matt, how is
your lady friend, Lathrop?

- Completely recovered.

In addition to which she
is not my lady friend,

I'm not trying to get $15,000
back for her, you know that.

- Well, how do you know she
ever had that much money?

- I saw the bill of sale
from the vineyard she sold.

Besides, do you really
think that a woman

would stab herself, almost
fatally for the privilege

of meeting me.

- Any woman who would
want something bad enough

would be willing to
stand a little pain,

especially if she knew there
was a doctor across the hall

to save her life.

- You know something, that
badge has gone to your head.

What would anybody
want that badly?

- I don't know but maybe
you're going to find out.

- Well, hello, Mrs.
Lathrop, good to see you

looking so well.

- Hello, Marshal, Mrs. Fansler.

Would you do me a
favor, Mr. Wayne?

- Oh, he'd be delighted,
wouldn't you, Matt?

- I'm going back
home, to Monterey

and I know it sounds silly of me

but I'm really afraid.

I think I see that man who
stabbed me in every doorway.

Would it be too much
trouble for you to escort me

over to the stage depot?

- I'd be glad to.
- Matt.

Don't do it, I don't trust
her, I've got a feeling.

(dramatic music)

- Let's go, Mrs. Lathrop.

- Here you are, $15,000
and a good chance

that bandits are waiting
to take it away from you.

- Nobody knows I
carry the payroll.

I let on that it
comes by express.

- Oh, at least let me
arrange for a police guard

till you get on the stage.

- Oh, that'll just
be a sure sign

I've got something
valuable in the veloce.

Don't worry, Steve,
I'll be all right.

- Well, good luck.
- Thank you.

(dramatic music)

- What's the matter?

- Why, there's the
man that stabbed me.

And that's my veloce.

(dramatic music)

- Just a minute, mister!

Let me have that bag.

- No you don't!

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

- Will he pull through, Doctor?

- I don't know, all
we can do now is wait.

- I can't understand it, I
didn't think I wounded him

that badly.

- He was trying to
kill you, wasn't he?

- My job is to arrest
him, not execute him.

- I heard about the shooting.

Les, Les, who did
it, who shot you?

- He shot me.

- You'd all better
clear out of here.

- You shot him, Marshal, why?

- He was pointed out
to me as a thief.

I went to arrest him
and he drew a gun.

- But he was only
defending his property.

Obviously he thought
you were a bandit.

- Who is he?

- Les Lane, Superintendent
of the mine in Grass Valley.

He just drew $15,000 from
my bank for his payroll

this afternoon.

- Was the money
in a brown veloce?

- Yes, what did you do with it?

- I gave it to Mrs.
Lathrop, that's all.

- [Steve] The woman
who was stabbed, why?

- I thought it was
stolen from her.

Before I opened it down
at the police station,

she had described it in
detail down to a patch

and the lining.

I'm really proud of myself.

I shoot an innocent
man, I robbed him,

turn the loot over to a woman
who has me fooled all the way.

- [Steve] Now the point
is, what are you gonna do?

- Let's go to the
Belleview Hotel.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- Come out of
there, Mrs. Lathrop.

- She's gone, not a
stitch of clothes left.

- What are you doing here
and how did you get in?

- I showed the desk
clerk my badge.

The minute I found out that
you'd given her the money,

I thought she'd skip town.

I got here too late to stop her.

- And we'll never see
the $15,000 again.

It should have been
obvious to you, Marshal

that she was up to
something all along.

- What was obvious about it?

She even stabbed herself
to make it look good.

Now who would have
guessed that she was lying

about being robbed?

- You did.

- That's because I'm a woman.

- Montgomery would
you know Mrs. Lane

can you describe her?

- No, but according
to her husband,

she was frail and sickly.

- Would you know where she is?

- Well, Lane told me
she was in Santa Barbara

for her health.

What are you getting at?

- That woman who calls
herself Mrs. Lathrop

knows Mr. Lane's
habits awfully well.

She even knew the route he
took to the stage depot.

Who else would know that?

- I don't know.

- Would Mr. Lane have
visited any other woman

in San Francisco?

- No, you're on the wrong
track there, Marshal.

He loved his wife
too much for that.

- The purple nightgown,
Matt, she left it behind.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Well, in my opinion, he
was alive when she packed it

and she left it behind
because she doesn't think

that he'll ask her
what happened to it.

She thinks he's dead.

That woman is Mrs. Lane, I told
you not to trust her, Matt.

(dramatic music)

- Better wait here,
deputy, I'll be right out.

How is he, Doctor?

- I'm losing him, Matt.

I called in Dr. Bender.

- I'm afraid we waited too long.

- The woman who tricked
me into shooting you

left this behind.

Do you recognize it?

- Never saw it before.

- Will you please get
out of here, Matt,

we're trying to
save a man's life.

- Well, that settles that.

The woman I'm looking
for is not Mrs. Lane.

- Something's wrong.

- Everything's wrong,
your feminine intuition

and my common sense, for lack
of it, I shot an innocent man

and helped steal $15,000.

(dramatic music)

- Ah, don't take
it so hard, Matt.

- Why shouldn't I, I'm
the world's prized fool.

- Only when it comes
to pretty women.

But don't worry, I'm
still on your side,

even if you didn't listen to me.

But you better listen to me now.

That woman is Mrs. Lane, as
sure as I'm standing here.

- I'll soon find out, I've
got an appointment with her.

- Appointment?

- Yes, she doesn't
know it though.

(dramatic music)

- [Matt] Going
somewhere, Mrs. Lathrop?

- Well, how did
you find me here?

- Well, it's the only
ship out of here tonight.

If you don't mind,
I'll take that veloce.

- Well, I do mind but I'll
split what's in it with you.

- I want it all.

- Well, all right,
if you insist.

We'll spend it together in
Honolulu, just you and I.

- What about the man
who helped me get it?

- Nobody helped me but
you, Marshal, dear.

- You didn't stab yourself,
somebody did it for you.

Somebody who knows that there
was a doctor across the hall,

and that I was downstairs
in the dining room.

Who is he?

- I'm not going to tell you.

If you put me in jail, I'll
need him to help get me out.

But you're not going to
put me in jail, are you?

Ah, Matt, you helped nurse
me, why you held my hand

and there were times when I
knew that you wanted to kiss me.

You thought I was
attractive then.

- You're still attractive
and I held your hand

and I helped nurse you
and there were times

when I might have
wanted to kiss you

but I'm still going
to put you in jail

after we've seen the man you
tricked me into shooting.

- He's dead.
- No, he isn't.

And you're going to see him.

- You're under arrest, I
figured you were going to leave

on a boat.

Hello, Matt, I figured
pretty good didn't I?

Good detecting, wasn't it?

- I don't know how I ever
got along without you.

(dramatic music)

- Hello, Marshal, we
pulled Mr. Lane through.

I'm taking him to his hotel.

- Where's my money, Marshal?
- I've got it.

Also, the woman who tricked
me into shooting you.

Bring her in!

- Mrs. Lathrop.
- Mrs. Lane

to you Doctor.

- Now, aren't you sorry
you saved my life?

- And all the time I thought

you were in Santa Barbara, sick.

- I was sick, sick of you.

- You wanted me dead.

- Well, it isn't my
fault you're not.

For a marshal, you're an
awful poor shot, Mr. Wayne.

- You're right, I didn't
mean to wound your husband

so badly.

Who was in this
with you, Mrs. Lane?

- Nobody.

- Did you buy this
nightgown yourself?

- (woman chuckles)
I should say not,

I wouldn't wear that
thing to a dog fight.

- I told you so, Matt.

- Who bought it for you?

- I can't remember.

- Mm-hmm.

- Why did you have to be so
doggone conscientious, Doctor?

Why didn't you let him die?

(dramatic music)

- Well, she's tucked
in for the night.

- All you have to do
is to find the man

who helped her make
a fool out of you.

- What makes you
so sure it's a man?

- Only a man would buy that
nightgown, all you have to do

is find him.

- All right, deputy, how?

how do, ma'am.

Would you have
another one like this?

- Not me, I wouldn't be
found dead in this thing.

- Well, no I meant in
stock, you know, for sale.

- No, but Madame
Mitzy down the street

imported a whole bunch
of those from China.

- China, Madame Mitzy.

Oh, thanks.

- Why on Earth do
you want another one?

(dramatic music)

- Oh, what can I do
for you, Mrs. Fansler?

- You can come with me.

You're under arrest for
conspiracy to rob Les Lane.

Oh I know you didn't
want his money

but you wanted his wife and
that amounts to the same thing.

- I saved Mr. Lane's life.

- You know I've been
thinking about that.

I got a hunch that that wound
was just what Matt intended

it to be, a minor one.

But you almost let Mr.
Lane bleed to death.

- Then why didn't I
go through with it?

- Your conscience as a doctor

wouldn't allow you
to let a patient die.

(dramatic music)

- You're right, I
couldn't let a patient die

but you're not a patient.

(gun fires)

- I thought I told you
to wait in the wagon.

- I'm sorry, Matt,
but I had a hunch

he was about to skip town.

- Well, I have a hunch
it was a bad idea

to give you that badge.

Let's go, doc.

- How are you gonna
prove that I conspired

with Mrs. Lathrop?

- Madame Mitzy will prove it.

She'll never forget you
buying this nightgown.

She was so shocked
by your bad taste.

Let's go, doc.

(dramatic music)

(slow music)

- We make a pretty good
team, you and me, don't we?

- Hmm-mm, that reminds me, I've
gotta take that badge back.

- You're firing me, look,
I admit that I butted in,

I didn't obey orders, but I
was right all along wasn't I?

- Yes, you were right all along.

And I take my hat off to
you but the city council's

decided that San
Francisco's not ready

for a female peace officer.

However, I hope this
will make you happy.

- What is it?

- A purple nightgown
with black lace.

(dramatic music)

* California 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 ignore *

* 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
Californi-a Californi-a *

* There's gold in them
there hills in Californi-a *

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

* In the golden air

* I'm gonna strike it
rich in Californi-a *

* Californi-a Californi-a

* There's gold in them
there hills in Californi-a *