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Now I know I'm home.

Thanks, Lisa.

I drink to the loveliest,
liveliest lady on the Coast.

And to all you
scamps and scalawags.

May the man upstairs
deal justly with the best of ya,

and gently with the rest of ya.

And I'm gonna tell you
why I'm here.

I'm here to strengthen our fight

against these high-muck-a-mucks
who think they can go on

buying and selling
California at their price,

not ours!

Let's talk about it.

Come on inside.
The drinks are on me.

I told you he was a powerhouse.

In his natural element, yes.

However, water seeks
its own level.

Suppose it turns into a flood?

Then it has to be stopped.

How do you propose to do that?

Buy him.

As his lady friend
was very careful to explain,

everything on the Barbary Coast
is for sale.

At a price.

Howdy, folks.
I'm the Old Ranger.

A gun like this killed two men
with one bullet.

It happened
in old San Francisco,

on the wild,
wide-open Barbary Coast,

when for the only time
in history,

a Supreme Court justice
and a United States senator

met in a duel to the death
that only one of them wanted

on the so-called field of honor.

And one of them proved that...

I tell you,
Lincoln's the man to watch.

Abraham Lincoln. I never heard of him.

Yeah, well,
you will soon enough.

His name will spread
like wildfire.

He's gonna beat Buchanan,
and he'll beat Douglas as well.

Let's talk about you, Dave.

About me? Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm going to do my best
to deliver California
for Abe Lincoln.

And I think it can be done.

They'll give you an argument.

They don't even like you
being a senator.

Who's "they"?
You mean those nabobs

up there on Nob Hill?

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Well, they've got
a few things to learn.

And they're going
to have to learn
they don't own California.

The people own it.

And there's more and more
of them coming every day.

They're pouring in
from all over.

They're staking their lives,
their dreams and hopes,

on what lies ahead.

And I don't mean
gold mines either. I mean homes.

And I don't mean get rich quick.

I mean building a better world
for those that come after them.

Hey...

you go into a campaign speech
at the wink of an eye.

That I do.

You see, I... I'm not yet
unwound from Washington.

Back there if you don't get up
on your hind legs and bray
a bit,

nobody pays any heed to you.

Well, you're being paid
plenty of heed-to here,

right here in San Francisco.

There's an ugly rumor,
Dave, that you'll never see
Washington again.

Well, it's a free country, Lisa.

Men have a right
to agree and disagree.

Votes'll tell
who's right or wrong.

Any man can be beat
if people want him out.

Until they do, he's in.

If I'm out, well, all right,

but I'll still back the winner.

As this fellow Lincoln says,

"United we stand,
divided we fall,"

and he's right.

You shouldn't come here
anymore, Dave.

It's ammunition
for your enemies,

having it said that you come
to the Barbary Coast

to see a woman like me.

Listen, Lisa,

I'm very proud to be able
to come here and see you.

I'm proud to call you
the truest friend I have.

We met 10 years too late, Dave.

Lisa, you're a lady.

You're a real lady.

A Barbary Coast lady, Dave.

Walk your road.
Stay on it, but stay off mine.

We'll both be sorry
if you don't.

Oh, Lisa.

Look!

Aces on eights...

that's money in the bank.

It's the dead man's hand.

You remind me of an old
grandmother of mine.

Strange thoughts
are always coming to her
from out of nowhere.

She used to hear the banshees
screaming at night.

So that's not for you, Lisa,
not at all.

It's not for Dave Broderick
either.

I told them I didn't want
to be disturbed.

I hope you'll forgive
this untimely intrusion.

I'm busy right now, Judge Terry.

I have company.

I know. Senator Broderick.

I want to talk with him.

So...
you're Senator Broderick.

I am. And you're
Chief Justice Terry.

Well, I've been looking
forward to meeting you, sir,
for some time.

I think we can dispense
with the amenities

that this environment
doesn't call for.

We have some private matters
to discuss.

This happens to be where I live.

I'm well aware of that.

If there's a charge for a place

that the senator and I can, uh,
settle our business affairs,

I'd be more than willing to...

Uh, yes, yes, Judge, all right.

Let me, please.

Lisa, would you mind?

For Senator Broderick
it's on the house.

Well, Judge,
what can I do for you?

I'm sure you didn't come here
just to look me over.

Broderick, what do you want?

What do I want?

Well, I sort of figured

that you and I were together
on that, Judge.

Of course, different parties,

different ideas
about who and what and when,

but it's California
that counts. Isn't it?

That is you, uh,

see yourself as the leader
California needs.

Well, no, not only myself.

The State needs many leaders
to keep the people stirred up

and get them organized.

You have your following, Judge.
I have mine.

But we're both going
in the same direction.

Unfortunately we're not.

Oh...

Well then, suppose we...

I suppose we let
the best man win.

And he will.

The mob will not rule.

And to see that it doesn't,

I'm prepared to make a deal
with you here and now.

What kind of a deal?

You know what I mean, Broderick.

What's your price
to eliminate yourself
from California politics?

You have a nuisance value,
I admit.

You mean, withdraw as a
candidate for reelection
to the Senate,

and I suppose draw my votes

to you and your crowd, eh?

Well, now...

maybe we better find out
what all this is going to be
worth to you.

Well, now, Judge,

that's not enough, you know.

No, that's not anywhere
near enough.

You know, now, one of us
is an awful fool,

and I think it might be me.

I actually believe
that maybe you came here

to have a talk with me
man to man like,

you know, Chief Justice Terry,

high-born gentleman
from ol' Kentucky,

and Dave Broderick,
Hell's Kitchen nobody

from little ol' New York,

but the two of us together,

Californians,

'cause I always looked up
to you, you know,

particularly in respect
to your high position.

But you've convicted
yourself here

of having no right
to hold that position.

I made you a proposition. I
know you made me a proposition!

And I'm going to make you
a proposition, Mr. Terry.

Now, you listen to me.

You quit politics
and you stay quit,

and what's been said here
in this room

will remain
between the two of us,

but if you don't,

I promise...

that what you've done
here tonight

will get you booted
off the bench

with the shame
of the honorable profession
that you misrepresent.

No, Broderick.

Attack me,
and I'll say you're lying,

and I'd be believed
against an accuser
such as yourself,

a cheap, rabble-rousing upstart.

And you, uh, have no witness.

But he has a witness,
Mr. Terry.

Terry, the great aristocrat,

gentleman from the old school,

too fine to mingle
with the common mob,

but not too fine to pay
for a little dishonesty.

Go on back to Nob Hill,
where you belong, Judge!

Who's going to believe
your kind of woman?

There, just a moment...

Now I'll have to kill you.

Senator, your loyal defenders
refused to let me go up
to your room.

Oh. Well, that's good.

Thanks very much, boys.

Well, what's your newspaper
about to condemn me
for today, huh?

You know our policy? Oh, indeed I do.

It's the exact opposite
of my own.

Oh, seriously,
Senator, we publish
an impartial newspaper.

Oh, do you?
Well, I have a bit of
a shocking statement for you,

but I... I doubt very much
if you'll print it.

Well, perhaps you should hear
Judge Terry's statement,

issued exclusively to me.

Oh, exclusively.
Naturally.

He owns you
and that newspaper of yours
lock, stock, and barrel.

We are told that, uh,

you had a public fistfight
with Judge Terry last night

in a dive
down on the Barbary Coast,
the Gold Eagle,

operated by a female faro dealer
who calls herself
Lisa Bouquette.

I wouldn't call
the Gold Eagle a dive.

And I'd call Miss Bouquette
a lady if I were you.

Come, now, Senator.
After all...

"After all" what?

Well, the fact remains

it will be all over
San Francisco

that you and the judge fought
over a woman of the Coast.

He admits it. Oh, he does, does he?

Well, that's a fine
gentleman for ya.

He says having brought scandal

to an office of public trust,
as a man of honor,

he can do no less than resign,
effective immediately.

Resign, huh? And he calls on you
to do the same.

Oh, oh.

Oh, well, now it makes sense.

Quoting Judge Terry:

"A senator,
as well as a chief justice,

like Caesar's wife,
must be above reproach."

Oh, I see. Yes.
Well, minus
all that fancy stuff,

what he wants to do is push me
into resigning so he can win
after all, huh?

Well, that's a very cute game,
but it won't work.

I wouldn't call it a game.

You call it anything you like.

Now Dave Broderick
has a quote for you,
short and to the point.

Take it down with your pencil
and get all the words straight.

For once, Judge Terry and I
are in complete agreement.

He's quite right in admitting
that he's no longer fit
for public office.

As for myself, I've got nothing
to be ashamed of.

I've got nothing to hide
or cover up.

I'm not going to do as he hopes.
I'm not going to resign.

I beg your pardon.

Am I addressing
David Broderick, Esq.?

You know who I am.
And by the way, "Senator"
goes in front of that name.

On behalf of my principal,
the Honorable David S. Terry,

I'm instructed
to deliver to you, by hand,

his cartel of challenge.

Judge Terry has
my answer right there.

Do you, in the presence
of a witness,

decline to receive
his challenge?

I've got no reason
to read anything from him.

Uh, Senator, I think
you'd be interested in this.

The people who vote for you,
as well as those who don't,

would be very interested
to know what you do about it.

What is it?

For one thing, the judge gives
the real reason
for his resignation.

"To be free as a private citizen
in taking a gentleman's recourse

since you have," as he puts it,

"dragged him down
to your level."

Now, you listen.
Terry got exactly
what he deserved from me,

and if he pushes me any further,
he's gonna get worse.

Then you're willing to meet him?

There's no reason to meet him.

He disagrees.

He calls on you to make
a public apology

disavowing false accusations,

which he declines to dignify
by repetition.

Or to give him satisfaction
to which he is entitled,

pursuant to the code duello.

You mean he wants me
to fight a duel?

Why, I'll spit right in his eye.
The man must be mad.

You have his challenge, Senator.

Refuse it, and he will
publish you a liar and a coward.

Let me see that thing.

"Revolvers on
the field of honor
at ten paces."

You know, I never had a gun
in my hand in my life.

Never in my life.

Come in, Miss Bouquette.

I, uh, suppose
Broderick sent you.

No, he doesn't play that way.

Forgive me
if I don't believe you.

You know what that's called?

Dead man's hand.

Is it supposed to frighten me?

Maybe you should think about it.

I didn't draw the hand.
Anyhow, I'm not
at all superstitious.

Aren't you?

Maybe it's just
plain political fear then.

You are practicing up
to kill a man,
if you can.

I'd hardly expect you
to understand.

A woman of my kind?

I understand just fine.

You and your
aristocratic ancestors,
your fine Kentucky background.

If you're a gentleman,
Mr. Terry,

then I'm glad Dave Broderick
is the opposite,

because he fights clean...
win, lose, or draw.

And that's why
you want him dead,
no matter how.

Well, he has as much chance
as I have.

You know that's not true.

You're not man enough
to stand up to him
with your hands,

so you have to arrange
to use a gun.

He hasn't half a chance.

He embarrassed me
in the eyes of the public.

I was brought up to seek
satisfaction for such an act.

Is that really the excuse
you've given yourself?

I, uh... I think this
has gone far enough.

Oh, the truth's beginning
to hurt, huh?

Go back to Broderick
and tell him he knows how
to avoid our meeting.

And that's the only way.

All he has to do
is sell his soul
to save his skin, huh?

You know he won't do that.

That's his decision, not mine.

You're wasting your time,
Miss Bouquette.

Oh, no, I'm not.

Because I've got you
clear and complete.

I see you as you really are.

Come on. Take a look.
Take a good, long look.

You see it?

You're jealous of Dave Broderick
because he's what you're not.

You're afraid of him,
because alive or dead,

he's more of a man
than you ever will be,
or ever could be,

and that's what
you've got to live with.

I'll thank you to leave now.

Tell me, Mr. Terry,

if I insulted you in public,

would you demand satisfaction
on the field of honor from me?

You can't do it, Dave.
You just can't do it.

We can't let you do it.

Whatever happens, the papers
will give you the worst of it.

That's right.
But the people won't.
They love you, Dave.

Actually the people
forget you soon enough.

But in any event,
no one will be able to say

that Dave Broderick backed off
when it came to a showdown.

And now,

I think our company's
arrived below.

Dave, the party needs you.

California needs you.

Mike, there never was a man
who couldn't be replaced.
That's not so, Dave.

Well, the man upstairs
says it is, and who am I
to argue with him?

Well, what time
do you make it?
Almost 5:00.

Oh, that's right.
Time to be traveling.

For the last time, Dave,
you couldn't hit a barn door
with a shotgun at ten paces.

That's very true.

But it's what's behind
the gun that counts.
Not who, what.

But Terry's fought duels before.

I know.
That story's followed him
from Kentucky.

I haven't heard of any gunfights
he's been in since
he landed in San Francisco.

He's not bluffing.
He's out to get ya.

Sure. As they say on the Bowery,
"It's either git or git got."

You're wrong to go through
with it, Dave.

Aw, Mike, what...
what else can I do?

Can't let down
the thousands of people
like Lisa,

who've gone with me all the way.

You know, it's too bad
you ever got mixed up
with her.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry, Dave.
No offense intended.

It's all right.
There's none taken then.

And by the way, uh,

I'd like you to tell Lisa for me
in case that, uh...

Oh, no. Never mind.
Forget it.

Well, which of you's
going with me?

I... No, I can't take
both of you.

It's against the rules
of the code duello,

as explained to me
by Mr. Jarvis.

Oh, there's a tricky man for ya.

Tricky man with tricky plans.

Poor old Terry
thinks he's using him.

Well...

Call it.Heads.

Well, Mike.

Dave.

I'll be seein' ya.

I'm sure you will, Mike.

And, please God, I'll see you.

The seconds will arm
their principals.

You still don't have to do it.

Oh, no.
This had to happen.

Since I was born,
it had to happen.

It's very likely
the same for him.

It's all written down
in the Great Book.

Only we don't do the writing,
we just turn the pages
while they last.

The seconds will withdraw
from the principals.

Hold that as steady as you can.

Perhaps I should just wound him.

I do have an unfair advantage.

Wound him,
and he'll kill you.
Finish him.

Gentlemen, as the code requires,

I now call upon you
to reconsider.

If an apology is made,

or the challenge is withdrawn,

we will proceed no further.

By your silence,

you indicate to these witnesses

that you will face
the final issue
of your own free will.

I will count to three.

On three, you will fire.

Whoa, whoa.

One.

Two.

Three.

Dave!

Oh, Dave, you crazy fool!

Ah, Lisa, what are you
doing out here?

This is no place for a lady.

Dave?

I wanted them all to know
that California

wasn't the royal preserve
of them nabobs from Nob Hill.

You spread the word
for me, Lisa.

It rests on you,
the shadow of Dave Broderick.

It'll go with you
wherever you walk,

wherever you run
as long as you last,

until you've paid
for what you've done today.

You better start running,
Your Honor.

You did what you had to do.

Yes.

I've just made
Dave Broderick
a great man,

and I've made myself a murderer.

On September 13, 1859,

30,000 mourners
followed Broderick to his grave.

And 30 years later,
David Terry
came out of the shadows

to threaten United States
Supreme Court Justice
Stephen Field,

who had called Terry a murderer,

and, worse than that,
a murderer who called himself
a gentleman.

Defending Justice Field,

a deputy marshal shot Terry

with a gun like this,

and the gentleman gun was dead.