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- [Narrator] January
5th, 1856, Charles Cora,

a gambler, went on
trial for the murder

of Attorney General
William H. Richardson,

and thus began one
of the most famous

true stories in
California history.

The reason for the shooting
was Richardson had insulted

Bella Ryan, Charles
Cora's fiance.

After 41 hours
deliberating a verdict,

The jury was unable to agree,
the judge ordered a mistrial

and remanded the
defendant to custody.

(judge banging the gavel)

(hushed crowd murmur)

- Darling, I was so frightened.

- I still am, it's not over yet.

- Oh, we have time
Charlie, you have

a lot of friends to help you.

- What friends, and
only postpone matters.

Marshall, would you take
her out of here please?

- Come away, Ms. Ryan.

(handcuffs clicking)

- I warn you Wayne, if Cora
escapes you'll answer to us.

- And just to who is us?

- Men interested in
seeking justice done,

I've heard the judge
and jury were bored

and an escape might be
arranged for this murderer.

- Get out of the way King,
I said get out of the way.

- I warn you Wayne, if
Charles Cora doesn't hang,

we'll hang you and every thief
and grafter in San Francisco

and the vigilante
bell will toll again.

* California California

- [Narrator] The Californians.

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

* In the golden west

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

(dramatic orchestral music)

- King is spewing his
venom all over town.

This morning he made an
open appeal for mob rule,

the vigilantes are
already drilling

behind the California
engine house.

Openly Matt, in open
defiance of the law,

what are you gonna do about it?

- Nothing.

- You're gonna let them take
Charles Cora out and hang him?

- No, but in my job
what would you do?

- Oh, I'd shut
down King's paper,

I'd stop those
rabble-rousing speeches,

then I'd raid the
California engine house

and seize the arms the
vigilantes have hidden there.

- All this to save one killer?

- Cora is innocent.

- Like all your clients.

- That's right,
like all my clients,

until a jury finds them guilty.

- Jeremy, let me give
you a piece of advice.

When you're sitting
on an open powder keg,

don't strike sparks.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Hello there Matt, how are you?

- Same, Mr. Wayne?

- Monongahela, yes, hard man
to find these days, McGivern.

- Well, I've been
rather busy, Matt.

- Found the California
engine house.

- Yes, that's right.

- McGivern, tell the
boys at the engine house

to leave a lot of widows
behind if they try

to take Charlie
Cora out of my jail.

- Matt, I like you,
I always have I,

why don't you leave
town for a little while,

it's due for a spring
cleaning, you know?

- You mean, they're polishing
up the vigilante bell?

- Well, they'd like
to take Charlie Cora,

but they're not hot enough.

Now, King is trying
to stir them up

but it isn't his words
that'll set them off.

- Who's will?

- Who knows?

- You know something
I don't know.

- Why don't you read
Casey's Sunday Times,

the third paragraph there.

- James King of William,
prints nothing but lies,

born in the diseased imagery
of his own warped brain.

(Matt whistles)

- Now, it's things like that

that could trigger
a murder, Matt.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- King is a bankrupt,
seeking fresh credit

as a crusading
newspaper publisher.

His lunatic hatred of
gamblers fosters his attacks

on Charles Cora, whose only
crime was avenging the good name

of the woman he loved.

If anyone deserves
hanging, let it be

James King of William,
who is hoisted

to Haman's gibbet,
how do you like that?

- You write real fine, Bella.

- Thanks, Casey, that's
only the beginning Marshall,

I'll have a lot more tomorrow.

- Casey, you're
gonna print that?

- Why, sure.

- Why?

- What do you mean,
the public official,

I'm acting for
the public's good.

- Oh, stop it, I know you.

- All right, all right, so I'm
doing it as a favor to Bella.

She says Charlie needs someone
to defend him in public.

After all, killed for
her in self-defense.

- Would you stop printing her
stuff if she asked you to?

- Sure.

- I wanna have a talk with her.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Hello,, would
you ask Ms. Ryan,

if she'd see Marshall
Wayne, please.

- My father, Mr. Wayne,

an eminent and righteous
clergymen of Baltimore,

he cast me off when I ran
away with Charlie Cora.

- It's cost you a lot to be

in love with Charles
Cora, hasn't it?

- I've gained a good
deal more than I've lost.

- Have you?

- Does the lack of a
wedding ring disturb

your sense of what's right?

- No, I'm just wondering
why a beautiful

and smart woman like
yourself would settle

for that kind of an arrangement.

- What makes you think I have?

Charlie says he just hasn't
enough money yet to get married

and to live the way he wants to,

I accept that, Mr. Wayne,
because I love him very much.

And because he's
honest, he'll marry me.

- You sound very certain.

- I am very certain.

- Then why are you doing
your best to kill him?

- What a terrible thing to say.

- Bella, you're responsible for

Casey's articles in
the Sunday Times.

- But someone has
to defend Charlie

against James King's lies.

- But not Casey, he follows
up Charles Cora's case

with his own odor of corruption.

Look, Bella, James
King of William

is drumming up a second
vigilance committee.

If he can make it look as
though Charles Cora is part

of the grafting,
corrupt Casey gang.

He'll have everybody
in San Francisco

out wearing white arm bands
and tying hangman's knots.

Bella, be a good
girl, call Casey off,

let the law protect
Charles Cora.

- I don't know, I
don't know what to do.

Charlie is no
murderer, Mr. Wayne,

that's my man that James
King talks about hanging,

my man, I can't just sit
around and do nothing,

I've got to do something.

- Then do it my way
before it's too late.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Let good men not condemn
the memory of the vigilantes,

they brought order to this city,

where disorder reigned before.

And today, it might be
well to call upon such men

to punish the evil doer, and
restore order once again.

- "The Politan", Mr. Casey,
there's a piece in it about you.

He brings up all about
your jail record.

- He's a dirty, lying,
blackmailing scoundrel,

I'll make eat
every word of that.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Mr. Casey is not
here, Mr. Casey is gone

to pay a professional
call on Mr. King.

- Why?

- Well, now, I
reckon that Mr. Casey

is going to kill Mr. King.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- King, this time you printed
lies about the wrong man.

(gun blasting)

- I've acted to
avenge liable against

my character and good
name, and I'll walk over

to the police station
and surrender myself.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- What happened, Casey?

- Just shot King of
William, out of my way.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Is he dead?

- No, not yet, now, it's time
the old bell tolled again,

to put an end to
things like this.

(bell ringing)

- Mr. Pitts, sir,
he's coming in.

- What do you want?

- You're holding a client
of mine in jeopardy,

I'm here to defend
him from mob violence.

- Would you mind
telling me just why

you committed such an
incredibly foolish murder?

- He printed lies about me,
said I had a prison record.

- Well, did you?

- As long as your arm.

- He had no call to
say those things,

I've made something out of
myself, I'm a respectable man,

I've got position, they
won't hang me, will they?

- Don't bet on it.

- Say, Matt, where are
the rest of the men?

- Joined the
vigilantes, it's time

for you to leave if you want.

- No, I'll stay, how
about the militia?

- I sent a request to
General Decamps Sherman

three hours ago, no answer.

- Well, what happens if
the vigilantes move first?

- We'll kill most of them,
they'll kill most of us too.

What's left of us they'll hang,

along with Mr. Casey
and Charles Cora.

You can still leave
if you'd like.

- No, I told you
I'll stay, why don't

we get the prisoners
out of town?

- The roads are guarded.

- Then we fight here.

- Nothing else to do.

- What's bothering you, Jack.

- Oh, I was just
thinking what a sad end

this is to the fine plans we had

when we dissolved the
first vigilance committee.

- Are you weakening?

- I don't like it
Clerman, I don't like it.

Don't worry, I'll do my
part when the time comes.

What's the word on James King?

- Still alive, but sinking
fast, he was a fine man.

- I wonder, he said many
things that were untrue,

and he had a way
of lighting a fire

in men's brains until anger
boiled away all good judgments.

I'm just wondering if
James King of William

is worth all of this.

- I'll not hear another word
against him, he was a martyr.

- A martyr, to what?

(dramatic orchestral music)

(horses trotting)

- We've come for
Casey and Cora, Matt,

they'll get a fair trial.

- A vigilante trial,
you can't have them.

- There are 3000 men
under arms who've taken

the vigilante oath,
we'll take 'em.

- You better come
shooting if you come.

- All right, sir,
I'll take this.

- All right, boys,
bring them out.

- Will somebody be
allowed to defend them?

- Yes, you can speak up
for them if you want to.

- One false move
and you're dead.

- I'll be dead and
a whole lot of you

with me before these men hang.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(bell ringing)

- I tried Casey, no verdict yet.

- Charlie?

- Trying him now.

- What, I should be there,
I could speak for him.

- They wouldn't let you.

- If only they knew
Charlie, if they only knew

how kind he was, how gentle,
you knew him, didn't you?

- I know he was
an honest gambler.

- Oh, he was honest all
right, he was always honest,

but he was a gambler, that's
why James King hated him.

He hated every man who
wouldn't fit his life

to James King of
William standards.

Mr. Wayne, I hated king
but I'd give my soul

to see him walk
the streets again.

- If he dies two men will hang.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Even though I hold
these proceedings

to be outside the law,
I cling to my faith

in the good sense and fair play
of reasonable men among you.

It is to those qualities
that I address myself,

asking not fair judgment,
for this body has no right

to judge this man, I ask
for mercy and understanding

of this man's right to be
tried according to law,

to be judged innocent or guilty

by a jury of his peers
and to be released

or sentenced to be punished

by an impartial and
unprejudiced judge.

(crowd chattering)

(horse galloping)

- It was a fine speech you
gave for me, counselor.

- Thanks.

- How do you think we stand?

- Well, if King lives
we might pull it off,

at least there are--

(crowd chattering)

(gavel banging)

- James King of William is dead.

(bell ringing)

- That bell, why don't they
stop ringing that bell?

- What was the verdict?

- Guilty.

- Penalty?

- Death.

- Bella.

- I know you've already
appealed to the governor,

but you didn't appeal my way.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- So you see my dear, it's
impossible, quite impossible.

- Two men facing death and all

you can say is,
"quite impossible."

Do you know what I am,
a saloon girl, the kind

of girl who learns
a lot of secrets.

Men talk when they drink,
and they tell all kinds

of secrets when they try
to impress a pretty woman.

- Now, just a moment.

- I'm warning you
Governor Johnson,

if Charlie Cora dies
out there tomorrow,

I'll tell every secret I know.

And it's enough to ruin you

and your whole rotten
state government.

- Sherman, speak to her Sherman.

- It's no use young woman,
if I could I'd take Casey

and Cora from that mob,
regardless of bloodshed.

But the militia has
gone over to them,

I haven't enough men to
stop a dog fight, I'm sorry.

- Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Wayne,

I didn't recognize
you, it's dark in here.

What'll it be?

- Monongahela, Jeremy?

- Same, I had it won,
I had a bet on that.

McGivern was holding
up for not guilty

and persuading the others,
then the messenger came to say

that king had died, that was
when Casey and Cora died too.

All their breathing and walking
around, well, their dead.

- When's it supposed to happen?

- Tomorrow morning, 11
o'clock, oh, those vigilantes,

they really have a fine
sense of what's fitting.

You know what they're gonna do,

they're gonna swing Casey
and Cora together just as

King's funeral procession
is reaching the church,

how's that for a sense of humor?

How about you?

- I'm still a police
force in this town.

- Seems to me, you've been
disbanded by popular request.

- I'm still wearing the badge.

- Look, Matt, you try anything,
you haven't got a chance,

they'll cut you down real fast.

But, I guess that
doesn't bother you.

- Not much, the one I
feel sorry for is Bella.

- Yeah.

- Charlie Cora should have
married her a long time ago,

she might've kept
him out of trouble.

- I want you to ring
that bell slowly,

we want this to be an
impressive ceremony, understand?

What do you want here?

- Charlie Cora, may I see him?

- Prisoners are allowed
no visitors, you'll
have to get out.

- In the name of pity,
please, Mr. Clerman.

- Get this woman out of here.

- Hold on there there
Clerman, hold on.

Now, I don't think
it will do any harm

to let Ms. Ryan here spend
some time with Charlie Cora.

After all, she is his fiance.

- The rules are that prisoners--

- Rules, William, rules, what
rules, come on now, Ms. Ryan.

(slow orchestral music)

- Hello, Charlie.

- Bella, I've missed you.

- I missed you too, oh, Charlie.

- It's all right, it's
gonna be all right.

- I tried, I tried so hard,
but I did everything wrong.

- Don't talk about it, don't
waste our time talking.

Let's try and make believe that

this is the beginning
for both of us.

- Nobody can start over.

- Let's pretend, let's
pretend that we're far away

from here, in Baltimore,
and we're in the garden

behind your father's parsonage.

And you're wearing
that white gown,

and you look beautiful in white,

like all young girls
look beautiful in white.

If your father caught
us, I'd be horsewhipped.

- What are we doing
here in the garden?

- I'm proposing to you, and
I've laid a handkerchief

on the ground to save
my best trousers.

And I'm saying, Ms. Ryan,
will you do me the honor--

- Oh, stop, I can't.
(Bella crying)

- Why not?

- Because you never did say it.

- I'm saying it now,

Ms. Ryan, darling Bella,

will you do me the honor
of becoming my wife.

- Yes, oh, yes.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Thank you, sir.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- What time is it?

- About that time,
King's funeral should

be at the church by now.

- What do you
think you're doing?

- Same thing you are.

- This is my job,
I'm the city marshal.

- As a lawyer, I'm a
sworn officer of the court

and bound to uphold the
law as much as you are.

- You're out of your head.

- I think we both are.

(bell ringing)

Time to go, party is beginning.

- Why don't you
change your mind?

- After you Marshall Wayne.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Sorry Matt, but
you're too good a man

to throw away on
a useless gesture.

(bell ringing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- My resignation is on the desk.

- Is there nothing that
will keep you here, Matt?

- McGivern, you
gave me a dirty city

and asked me to clean
it up, I took the job,

then you took away my tools.

- That was politics.

- Who is responsible
for politics

if it isn't the people who
have the power to vote,

you didn't vote,
you formed a mob.

You didn't support
law and order,

you set up kangaroo courts
and lynched two men.

- Matt, you know that
those were guilty men.

- According to you.

McGivern you were running
San Francisco by lynch law

when I came here, you're
still running it by lynch law.

Well, I don't have to stay
here and wallow in the mess,

it's your mess and I'm
glad to be out of it.

- Matt, look, the vigilantes
willingly disbanded once,

now, they're eager
to do so again,

all we want is low and order.

- All right, you clean
it up, maybe someday

I'll come back and help
you keep it that way.

I forgot this.

(dramatic orchestral music)

* California

* Oh I've traveled here
I've traveled there *

* I guess I've been
almost 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 come west
to take the cure *

* And here is where I'll stay

* I've come to
California California *

* There's golden in their
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 golden in their
hills in California *