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(slow music)

- [Narrator] San
Francisco, 1855,

the undisputed leader
of America's new west

hammering the shape of empire,

where a Marshall's life
opposing the corruption

of ruthless ambitions
was sometimes

worth less than a
pinch of gold dust.

100 barrels of
human merchandise.

Only this time I proposed
to turn the cargo

into a total loss
to the importer.

(indistinct chatter)

(gun shot)

(gun shot)

(water splashing)

- Snider, get that body,
see if you can identify it.

- Yes, sir.

- Let's get moving.

* California

* California

- [Narrator] The Californians

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

* In the golden west

* I'm gonna strike it
rich in California *

- Shanghai Clipper,
American registry all right.

- Who's the owner?

- Benjamin Bowden, civic
leader, influential citizen.

- Mr. Bowden, smuggling aliens?

- Well, I can't be positive.

The Shanghai Clipper is
in charter and Bowden

as the owner had nothing
to do with the voyage.

So it's also possible
he had nothing to do

with the way the ship was used.

- Well, the charter is something
an owner could hide behind

if he wanted to.

- Argyll Trading
Company E.M. Travers.

- Now that could be a dummy.

- Yes, but there
is such a company.

Bowden has two other
ships also in charter

with the Argyll Trading Company.

They're located on
the 18 Front street.

I think I'll just to
have a little look.

- If you believe a man of Mr.
Bowden's importance as part

and parcel to a conspiracy,
what did you do?

- Then I'll get in
touch with Lee Sing.

Ship's Chandler.

Tell him I want the Shanghai
Clipper (indistinct),

provisions for officers, crew,
and 100 passenger guests,

and remind them not to
stint on the rice wine.

The passengers have an
uncommon fondness for it.

- How can you afford rice wine?

The city already owes
us a months wages.

- Oh, I'm not paying for it.

- Well then who is?

- He doesn't know it
yet, but Mr. Bowden is.

(gentle music)

(suspenseful music)

- Hey, you.

Bring another glass.

But water, not (indistinct).

And a full bottle.

And a deck of cards,
and make it fast.

I'm in a fearful thirst.

- Yes, sir, Captain.

- Here now, just because
you're the captain-

- That I am and
you shut your face.

- I ain't open my mouth yet.

- Well, consider that a warning.

We're in trouble, boys.

Bad trouble.

Enough to make a man of my
caliber forget his Tiffin.

- You've seen this
here Marshall?

- Yeah, that I have.

And in the basement of
his jail is 100 barrels

of our cargo sitting idle,

scratching their
yellow (indistinct).

I had $400 a head.

We stand to lose $40,000.

Not to mention
time out of pocket.

- And not to mention Mr. Travis,

they'll sack the blooming
lot of us for this.

- Well, worse luck,

we'll be known as those
blooming bunglers.

Brought themselves a ripe cargo
all the way from Shanghai.

Only to hand it straight
over to the Marshall

waiting on the dock.

Hear, who lot the like
of us (indistinct), hey?

- And, a third mate dead.

- He was a fool.

He should never have
fired on the Marshall.

- Not a fool.

- No?

Perhaps the silly blighters
merely recuperating

at the bottom of the bay?

- What I mean is, he should
have been a better shot.

Our cargo is here, anxious
to buy up its freedom

and standing between
us and our property,

is just one man, the Marshall.

I say we kill him.

(knock on door)

Come.

- Yes, sir, gentlemen.

Glass, bottle,
and pack of cards.

Will there be
anything else, sir?

- Yes, bring another bottle.

You heard me. The time you
are back it will be consumed.

Come one, crank it now.

- Yes, sir.

- So as I was saying,
we cut the cards.

(indistinct) will have the honor

of finishing off the Marshall.

- What if the Marshall don't
altogether see it that way?

- He won't know any different.

- What I hear, he's
walking around nicely.

Anyone that has any idea

to the contrary will be
snugly tucked six feet under.

- Oh, I'll think of something.

When I do, it will
be fair dinkem.

You matey, first cut.

(menacing music)

- I don't care if
it's all over town.

I'm gonna confiscate that cargo.

- Don't you want to
get along with anyone?

- Yes.

You.

So to settle everything,

why don't we simply get married?

- Oh, be serious, Matt.

Why make an example
of Mr. Bowden?

- I didn't just think of
marriage this moment, you know?

- Well, it's the wrong moment.

Mr. Bowden is only one

of the number of ship owners
engaged in smuggling aliens.

- This light makes your
hair look just beautiful.

- Oh, stop it, Matt.

For all you know, Mr. Borden
could be completely innocent.

Why don't you live and let live?

- That's exactly what
I'm asking you to do.

Come live with me.

I'll buy a suitable
engagement ring.

We'll have the best ceremony
San Francisco ever saw.

- Well, the ceremony
you're insisting upon

almost didn't happen
at the dock tonight.

What if that man had killed you?

- Wilma, will you marry me?

- I will not marry you, Matt.

I'd be a widow
before I was a wife.

Look, this is a
rough brawling town.

Whenever there's trouble.

And when isn't there, you're
always in the middle of it.

I've never know whether
you'd be coming home

or whether someone
would come to notify me

and I couldn't stand that, Matt.

Oh, you used to be an
honest, respectable gambler.

Why don't you go back to it?

It's safer.

Then we could talk marriage.

(knock on door)

- Ms. Fansler, they said
the Marshall might be here.

- Yes. Come in.

- What is it, Willie?

- Three men, one the
captain, the other two mates.

Australian they are, sir.

- What have they done?

- It's what they're gonna do.

They cut cards to see
who was to kill you.

- Matt!

- Now wait, who are they?

- I don't know, sir.

- What ship?

- I didn't hear that either,
sir, but they are rough man.

Big, the kind that would
smash a whiskey bottle

and slash my throat.

I had to be very careful.

- Do you know which one
is supposed to kill me?

- They were all laughing so
much as to whoever it was,

(indistinct).

- Laughing?

- Did you hear how or
when it is to be done?

- I was afraid to
listen to any further.

- Alright, thanks Willie.

- Oh, not at all Marshall.

Ms. Fansler.

(gun shot)

(dramatic music)

- Is he dead?

- Yes.

You know, that was
probably meant for me.

- Now can you see
what I meant, Matt?

I've been in love with
you for over a year,

but no marriage with you
could be fair to any woman.

(bell rings)

- Howdy, I'm City
Marshall Wayne.

Is Mr. Bowden in, please?

- You're a cop?

It's the side door you use
calling upon the (indistinct).

(bell rings)

- What was that?

- A cop, sir. And at
the front door no less.

As big as you please.

A Marshall something.

- A Marshall?

- Have I put my foot in it?

- In America, Ellen,
the Marshall's

always come to the front door.

Open it quickly, please.

- Yes, sir.

- Come in, Marshall.

- I humbly request
your pardon, sir.

It's a new custom.

The cop at the front.

- She means new
to her, Marshall.

- Aye, I'm flesh over
from Killiecrankie

and terrible green yet.

- I'll forgive you this once.

- Thank you, sir.

- Won't you come in, Marshall?

Sit down, Marshall.

- I better accept this

before telling you my business.

Afterwards, you may
be less cordial.

- Terrible thing this muddling.

On my own ship, I can
assure you, Marshall,

I shall never charter
these people again.

- I know you won't.

After you hear the
penalty to be imposed.

- They deserve
what you give them.

Together with the
loss of the cargo.

Also the forfeiture
of the charter money.

- I certainly do, but what
do you forfeit, Mr. Bowden?

- I? I had nothing
to do with it.

- This time you
will, I'm afraid.

- I don't understand.

- I'm putting a captain
aboard the Shanghai Clifford.

Responsible only to me.

I'm provisioning the ship
and returning the aliens

to their homeland.

- Rather an expensive
gesture, isn't it, Marshall?

- You're paying for it.

- I am?

- The Shanghai Clipper's
now the lawful prize

of the Marshall's office.

To get it back you'll have
to pay for the voyage.

Otherwise, I'll have
to put it on the block

to the highest bidder.

- A rather unusual procedure.

I'm not quite-

- Consult your
attorneys, by all means.

They'll find the same seizure
in prizes authorities,

I looked up.

Same law books.

- Yes, yes, of course.

Marshall, I will not oppose you.

- Thank you Mr. Bowden.

- However, since I
am the innocent party

and with a standing
in this community,

of which I am justified.

- I know, sir.

- I only ask that you
will publicly declare

that I willingly, off of
my fullest cooperation,

as an example to others.

- You make out the
statement, I'll sign it.

Turn it over to the newspapers.

I have no wish to compromise
your personal reputation.

- Thank you.

I only hope that through this
plan, the wretched traffic

in human beings will be
ended once and for all.

- Yes, sir?

- Ellen, will you show
the Marshall out, please?

- Yes, sir.

- Good day, sir.

- Good day, Marshall

- If I may say so, sir.

I didn't mean any disrespect
saying cop instead of Marshall.

- Oh?

- It's simply an
old Scottish term.

Meaning Constable On Patrol.

- Constable On Patrol?

I always wondered where
the word cop came from.

- From the Scots,

but of course the English
are claiming credit.

- Oh, of course.

You're from Killie...

What was it?

- Killiecrankie.

It's a wee village of no
consequences, except it lies

within short spitting
distance of Loche Argyll

which is a bonnie place.

- Argyll?

What did you say your name was?

- Ellen.

- Ellen, what?

- Ellen Mary.
- Ellen Mary what?

- Ellen Mary Travers.

It's impossible.

- Sir, are you
making sport of me?

If you are, I'll have you know,
I'm to be a proud citizen.

Mr. Bowden himself is sending me

to grown-ups school to learn
the reading and writing.

- So your E.M. Travers,

the mysterious Argyll
Trading Company.

- Huh?

Whatever has come over the man,

asking the mouth
full of nonsense.

- Ellie, I could kiss you.

- Aye, but you didn't.

- We'll have no chance shooting
it out with this Marshall.

Unless by surprise advantage,

such as being where he'd never
expect an assassin to be.

- Where's that?

- In his own jail.

- Governor you're a fair dingem.

How do you like that?

In his own jail, I hear.

- God blimmy there'll be no
moving problems to worry about

if anything goes wrong.

- Wrong, we'll give him
a proper burial at sea,

that's what we'll do.

(knock on door)

- Oh, another visit from
the Marshall so soon.

- There are two things that I'd
appreciate you doing for me,

Wilma.

- All right, provided they're
provided not within reason.

I'm sorry. What were you saying?

- I found E.M. Travers.

- The Argyll Trading Company?

Who is he?

- Not he. She.

An innocent little
Scottish immigrant girl.

She's working as a servant
in the Bowden household.

- A servant?

- A dummy company behind
which Mr. Bowden can operate

his ships without the
slightest loss of control.

- But, how could
she be innocent?

They'd have to draw
up an agreement?

You said you have the charter
records in your office.

- That's what I want
you to help me find out.

See, Mr. Bowden is sending her
to school in the afternoon.

How much education he wants
her to have, I don't know.

- Just enough to sign her name.

- The school is on
Market and Geary.

Would you go and
bring her back here?

I'll be back in an
hour to question her.

That's a good girl.

- Oh, wait a minute.

You said there were two things.

An engagement ring.

Matt, I firmly told you.

- Oh, I didn't ask
you to wear it,

I just, you know,

thought you might wanna
hold it for a while.

- You've been a bit generous
with the rice and salt pork

I should think.

Still you know your passengers
pallets better than I.

- Your papers, Kevin.

- Thank you, Marshall.

If there are no
further instructions,

I should prepare my ship for
sailing with the tide tonight.

- Good. I'll be along
later with your passengers.

- 'Til later then.

- An excellent
man, this captain.

- There's never any trouble
aboard any ship he commands.

Or do you have some
reservations about that?

- No, sir, but sometimes
the other officers,

the mates are less considerate
of passengers of this nature.

If there should be an incident-

- Captain Keith
rules a tight ship.

There are no incidents when
he walks at quarterdeck.

- I am relieved to
know this, Marshall.

- Hands off. Hands
off me person, I say!

Before I lose my ruddy temper.

- Drunk and disorderly,
sir, with intent to

remove an entire
salon piece by piece.

- I was drunk.

Oh yes.

I put it to you.

Who's drunk?

Well, I ain't had scarcely
more than two bottles.

- Search him.

- We have, he's unarmed, sir.

- Well, lock him up and
let him sleep it off.

- Sleep it off? Sleep it
off, he says, what a waste!

- Come on.

(indistinct)

- I will see to the loading
of the provisions, Marshall.

(lock clicks)

(menacing music)

- Now here are the
charter papers, Ellen.

- Oh it cannot be
so, Marshall Wayne.

I am not a charter person.

I wouldn't have
had the least idea

how to go about the smuggling.

- But you signed
these didn't you?

- No, I did not.

- Then these are
not your signatures.

- Aye, I believe that.

I can tell by the
beginning flourish,

I start off bold as a
fire horse dash into the

smoke and ruin, who then
decides it's too late.

So it gives up.

It's the best I've
been learning so far.

- How much can you read, Ellen?

- Not. They constantly
bunch the words

too close together
in the printing.

- Did Mr. Bowden
bring you these?

- No, it was the Letterman.

Come to the door with
a fine big envelope

and told me it's the
application for my citizenship.

"For me," I says.

"Aye," he says, "And let me
be the first to welcome you,

and your red hair
into the fold."

- But, how did Mr. Bowden
know about the papers then?

- Oh, he witnessed
my signing the study.

- Then he mailed
them back for you?

- I presume so.

He put them in the
desk for the moment.

- The old switch game.

(sad music)

- Ellen. I know you can't read
yet, but is there some way

that you could identify
those naturalization

papers the letter
man brought you?

- Aye. A grand seal there was.

Up top.

- Good.

Now here's what
I want you to do.

(suspenseful music)

- Now then, gentlemen, the
Shanghai Clipper, as you know,

sales westward
tonight at high tide.

On board will be our
valuable dead weight cargo,

presumably being
returned to the orient.

- Which hurts my deep
sense of propriety, sir.

- And mine too.

But sailing eastward, and mind
this, is the Orient Clipper.

Three days out of Hawaii with
another profitable cargo.

- Hear, hear.

Now, what I have in mind
is that after our captain

is put aboard secretly the
Shanghai Clipper tonight,

you three will regain
command of the ship.

And thereafter, rendezvous
with the Orient Clipper

at this point,

and transfer over the cargo
for pump returned to port.

And, no Marshall
waiting to interfere.

- Governor, it's such a pleasure
to be associated with a man

of your brains and principles.

- And my heart bleeds
for the bongo Marshall.

The poor blighter.

(suspenseful music)

- Marshall, would
you (indistinct)

some of your passengers
to load the provisions?

- Yes, sure, if you can
explain what you wanted.

- Surely.

(speaks foreign language)

- Captain, I'll get back to
get the rest of the passengers.

- These are your naturalization
papers, unsigned.

- Then Mr. Bowden is the
villain, him and the other two.

The Marshall must be warned.

- Warnings do him no good.

That's why I don't marry him.

- But I heard them say they're

to put aboard a secret captain.

- Oh, you care not
for this Marshall man.

I saw his ring and
the looks between you,

you've rejected him.

I think you're daft.

- Suppose you let
me decide, huh?

- Ooh. If a man as he would
so much as look at me,

I would surely
forget my porridge.

And you've turned him down.

Very well, I'll
accept my opportunity.

- Ellen.

- Marshall! Marshall!

Oh, it's me. Ellen Mary.

Do you know of a secret captain?

- Secret captain?

Aye, they are to seize
the ship this night.

- Right she is, Marshall.

And now that you've
conveniently released our cargo

from your (indistinct) basement.

You can release me from
this first class brig.

Easy now. One wrong
move and you get it.

Or she does.

Now, turn your back to me.

Draw your gun slowly,
with your left hand,

and place it gently on the desk.

Now, walk backwards towards me.

Easy.

Now, unlock this door.

- Marshall, here.

(gun shot)

(upbeat music)

- Get a doctor.

- Here, lets give these
blokes a helping hand.

- Right you are, Mr. Mate.

- Bowden.

- Marshall, here?

- I'm here, yes.

And you're under arrest.

- Well, I don't understand.

I agreed to give you my
fullest cooperation, didn't I?

- I found your Argyle
Trading Company.

You're through, Bowden.

Take him away, Sergeant.

Another captain, a big man.

Did he come here?

- No. And I've been
keeping a close watch.

- Easy, you blundering fools.

- Well, mate's
acting as stevedores.

Since when do
officers handle cargo?

Stand at attention when
the Captain addresses you!

(shouting)

(water splashing)

- We put him in the
barrel that can't float.

And he can't swim.

- Old Harry, always
showing off, he is.

- You see what I mean,
marriage with a Marshall

wouldn't be fair to any woman.

- I'm beginning to
see that myself.

* California

* Oh, I've traveled here

* I've traveled there

* I guess I've
almost 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 California

* California

* There's gold in there
them hills in California *

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

* In the golden west

* I'm gonna strike as
rich in California *

* California

* California

* There's gold in
them there hills *

* In California