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Henry: stop! Police! Bat, v/o: there's a reason They called it the wild west.

Isaiah: are you aware that $9000 in gold dust

Was stolen from This hotel?

Y'all don't think I had A hand in it?

This weasel was talking To the police.

Now, he's fixin' to leave.

Leave me alone!

[fighting]

[crowd laughing, cheering]

Police! Let us through!

No!

[crowd cheering]

[gunshot]

[train whistle]

Bat, v/o: I was just a young man

When I first headed west.

In the years that followed,

I became a cowboy,

A gunslinger and even served

As sheriff of dodge city,

One of the most lawless Towns in the country.

My name is bat masterson.

Now, I'm a reporter.

And I've come west again To chronicle

The world that I know best,

The american west.

Lure of gold,

Land...

Destiny...

Flooded the frontier with men

Both good and bad.

These are the incredible True tales

Of the wild west.

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♪

My latest story is taking Me to san francisco,

To interview perhaps the Greatest police detective

Of the old west,

An englishman named Isaiah lees.

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[train whistle]

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All the lads in the department Pitched in for it.

Isn't that something?

That is a handsome Retirement gift, chief lees.

And well earned.

47 years of service.

San francisco owes You a great deal.

So, they've set The great masterson on me.

To record the ramblings Of an old man

Before he's put out To pasture.

It can't be As bad as that.

When I first came To this country,

1848...

A lifetime ago,

There were very few Organized police forces.

San fracisco was actually The first to create

A detective's branch,

And our services were Highly sought by private firms,

Wells fargo and Company chief among them.

They hired me on to My first big case,

You know-- ah, that was

Apologies.

I'm afraid as the years Grow longer,

The past only burns Brighter.

Bat: well, the past Is my specialty.

Why don't you tell me About wells fargo?

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Well then, I'd need to Tell you about a man.

A fellow immigrant Detective like myself,

Without whom I would not Be sitting here today.

I take it he's A good friend of yours.

Ah, how to put it?

We were like Oil and water.

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In the foothills of The sierra nevadas,

In a mining camp known As fiddletown,

Someone broke into a hotel And stole $9000

Of gold dust from a Wells fargo safe.

The company sent me And another detective,

A scotsman named henry johnson

To sniff out the culprits.

[spit]

Lovely.

[dog barking]

Henry: come here, little fella.

First friendly face I've seen.

Isaiah: we're here to catch Thieves

Johnson, not fleas.

Can't stand to see a dog Without a fox

In its mouth, Can you english?

Joe: is he bothering you?

Henry: no, he's fine.

This your boy? Joe: yeah.

Wiley, come here, Come here.

I raised him from A pup.

He don't warm to Just anyone.

Isaiah: pardon me. Could you direct us

To the united states hotel?

Well... Sure.

I sleep across from it Most nights.

Say, either you got A dime to spare? Stephen: joe.

Leave the gentleman be.

Oh, I was just Trying to help.

Well, you help me by Getting yourself a meal.

Joe: wiley.

Good to meet you, joe.

Stephen kendall.

Justice of the peace.

Wells fargo wrote me You were coming.

Of course, mr. Kendall.

I'm isaiah lees.

This is my colleague

Mr. Johnson.

[sneeze]

Stephen: hay fever.

This place breeds All manner of disease.

And now crime.

You got here not A moment too soon.

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It's humble but...

Welcome to the united States hotel.

Gentlemen, jerry sullivan Proprietor.

Isaiah: mr. Sullivan.

Before we begin, my colleague And I are in need

Of a pair of rooms.

Jerry: ah...

I'm uh...

Afraid I only Have the one room left.

Right. Well...

We'll make do.

I'd like to ask you Some questions.

Henry: this the box?

Where is the key?

♪

Jerry: see, I can't figure Out what happened.

See, the wells fargo man, he Came by that morning

To get the gold.

And I opened it up Like always.

Empty.

Henry: the gold, where Did it come from?

Stephen: local prospectors Mostly.

More than a few fortunes Were lost that day.

These men want justice.

Isaiah: a growing camp like this Should perhaps

Invest in a proper bank.

Sure, those never Get robbed.

Mr. Sullivan.

Who else knows that you Keep the key here?

No one.

And I told the sheriff I was asleep in the back.

Yes, yes, yes, of course.

Is it possible that One of the guests

Could have spotted you Stowing the key?

No chance. I only take it Out for the stagecoach.

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Picklock perhaps?

Henry: there's not a scratch On it.

How do you explain That, english?

[stephen sneezes]

Have any dodgy Characters arrived recently?

Jerry: not- Henry: more importantly,

Has anyone skedaddled Since the robbery?

Every soul's accounted for.

The scum stole from Their neighbors

And decided to stick Around.

All the more reasonfor us

To keep our discretion.

If your thieves find out We're here for them,

They'll bolt for The hills.

You don't want anyone To know?

Isaiah: no, absolutely not.

Not until the Proper moment.

Is that understood, Johnson?

Johnson?

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Hey, wait up a minute.

Stop! Police!

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[panting]

♪

[punch]

[panting]

Stay down.

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Guess they know We're here.

Theme music] ♪

Henry: welcome back, lad.

What happened?

Only the sorriest Escape attempt

I ever seen.

Sir, we are police Detectives.

What's your name?

Stepperfield.

I didn't mean no harm.

Then why'd you run?

I always run when Someone's chasing me.

Isaiah: right then.

Stepperfield.

How long have you been A resident in camp?

I got here Six months back.

I came from coloma.

I was played outthere.

And how have you Fared in fiddletown?

Found much gold?

Honestly sir,

Just a couple Of flakes.

Isaiah: right.

Are you aware that $9000

In gold dust was Stolen from this hotel?

Wait...

Y'all don't think I Had a hand in it?

Henry: since I set Foot here,

I've been having A vision.

I see a man who Can't turn a dollar

Of work in an Honest trade so,

He heads for the hills, Chasing tales of el dorado.

But wouldn't you ken it,

Our man's got no luck.

No luck at all.

So he turns his lonely eyes

To a box,

Filled with earth's riches Just

Waiting to be took.

Why should some men hold All the luck,

Leaving not a morsel For our poor man.

This portrait I'm painting,

Does it bring anyone To mind?

I've no idea what You're talking about.

Henry: what's the matter With you?

Do you not speak english?

Isaiah: not the scottish Variant, apparently.

I never took a cent That wasn't mine!

And any gold I found, I gave the money to my mother!

I'm all she has!

Please!

I know I ain't much, but

I ain't a bad person.

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Right.

You're free to go.

Isaiah: hold on a minute.

Henry: he's not our man.

Go on, get out!

Thank you.

Isaiah: come on, henry. You don't honestly

Believe those crocodile tears?

Whoever broke into That safe had a plan.

That young lad's not Done one bit

Of skullduggery In his whole life.

And you base this On what, exactly?

Your intuition?

My goodness.

Are you a detective Or a medium?

I read people.

That's half the job. Isaiah: and what's

The other half comprised Of exactly?

Baseless accusations And fisticuffs.

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Do you even know What you've done here?

You've unmasked us For nothing!

[slams door]

Bat: not exactly Holmes at watson.

Perhaps more like Punch and judy.

Johnson was a Creature of instinct.

He trusted it But I couldn't.

Hard to imagine a Gentleman sleuth

In a gold rush camp.

I'm a city man, Mr. Masterson.

The wild west was Never my cup of tea.

So...

You turn the 49er Loose.

Back to square one.

I'm afraid we weren't Yet finished with...

Mr. Stepperfield.

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Where you think You're going, stepperfield?

Away from here.

Throwing it in, Huh?

It's none of Your business, john.

Uh, uh, uh, uh.

I saw you talkingto them

Two detectives.

Maybe that's why you're So anxious to leave.

I don't want no Trouble.

Wouldn't be planning On leaving with my gold

In your pocket, now would ya?

Don't be crazy!

This weasel was talking To the police

And now, he's fixing to leave.

Leave me alone!

Big john: he's the one that

Took our gold!

Come on!

[struggling]

Someone out there Saw something.

Someone wants to talk.

What do you suggest?

Round them up One at a time?

On what grounds?

If you've got A better idea

Don't keep it To yourself.

Hold on.

Something's happening.

[crowd clamoring]

Henry: what's going on?

They're gonna string up

Some poor soul.

You got to help him.

[crowd clamoring]

Get him up there! Let's get him up there!

Come on.

[crowd clamoring]

Come on.

Get over here.

[crowd clamoring]

Yeah!

[crowd clamoring]

Henry: police! Let us through!

[crowd clamoring]

No!

[struggling]

Theme music] ♪

[crowd clamoring]

Henry: police! Let us through!

[crowd clamoring]

No!

[crowd clamoring]

No!

[crowd clamoring]

[gunshot]

[pulley squeaks]

Isaiah: stay back!

[cocks gun]

♪

[deep gasping inhale]

[panting breaths]

♪

[choking]

♪

What have you done?

Go home!

All of you!

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Henry: it's all right, It's all right.

Mr. Stepperfield. Can you hear us?

I can't feel my legs.

Henry: it's all right. It's all right.

Stepperfield: can't feel Anything.

I can't feel anything.

[choking, gasping breath]

Paralyzed...

From the neck down.

An innocent man.

I have to ask you this.

Did you feel At all responsible?

How could we not?

We singled him out.

I can tell you that johnson Took it especially hard.

♪

And the case?

Ah, it's cold.

We were ordered back Here to san francisco

With nothing to show For our efforts.

♪

Chin up, man.

In a few hours, We will be on a coach

Back to civilization.

You didn't tie that Noose, johnson.

You saved the man's life.

I shoulda listened To you, english.

I shoulda gone By the book.

In the future, When you have a hunch,

I suggest you Sleep on it.

♪

Sleep.

Now then shall-

♪

Joe!

Hey, detective.

Johnson, what are you doing?

You said you sleep Across from

The hotel most nights.

It's a good spot.

So, you were here The night of the robbery.

You saw something, Didn't you?

Don't stick my nose In other people's business.

You saw what they did To stepperfield.

Joe, tell us exactly What you saw that night.

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[door creaks open]

[wiley whimpers]

[wiley barks]

[wiley barks]

Here boy. [wiley barks]

Come on. [wiley barks]

He's gonna wake everyone.

Finish him off.

- I'm workin' on it.

Come here, you filthy mutt.

Joe: hey!

You leave my dog alone!

Let's go, let's go, Let's go.

Go, go, go, go.

[running footsteps]

[wiley barks]

♪

It's okay, it's okay.

What do you got there?

It's okay.

♪

Henry: do you have the Evidence

To prove your story, lad?

♪

Still feel like Leaving?

Our orders are to go.

Our duty is to stay.

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Theme music] ♪

Isaiah: word quickly spread That we had left fiddletown,

But... That was by Our own design.

We were still there, Watching from the shadows,

Waiting for the thieves To make their move.

[owl hooting]

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Stephen: let's get it.

Big john: you sure it's Safe to move?

Stephen: you gonna ask Questions

Or are you gonna get-

[stephen sneezes]

Your dawdling made me Catch cold

In the first place.

Get to work.

Big john: what about those Detectives?

Stephen: don't worry about Those incompetents.

Sullivan told me that They checked out.

They're halfway to San francisco by now.

[cocks gun]

Not quite.

♪

Who knew where sullivan Kept that key?

The man who knows everything About this camp,

A pillar of the Community.

♪

You played it well, Kendall.

Even had me fooled.

But now the play is mine.

Hand over the gold.

♪

Stephen: it's all yours Detective.

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[gunfire]

[yelling] [gunfire]

[groaning]

[gunshot]

♪

[punch]

♪

Not bad.

What about the Other one?

Big john's not going Anywhere,

Not upright anyway.

Not bad.

I'll say this, lees.

Lying in wait, Making them think

I was alone...

First-rate plan.

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Well, what good is A plan

Without a solid hunch?

♪

Bat, v/o: following his Retirement, isaiah lees

Served as president of The veteran police association.

Henry johnson formed a Private detective agency.

He died in san francisco At 57 years old.

♪

The newspapers credited Joe's loyal dog

With cracking the case.

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I take it justice kendall Didn't keep his title for long.

No, but he did keep His freedom, I'm afraid.

A jury acquitted him.

On what possible grounds?

You should know Better than anyone.

Pursuing justice in the west Was a frustrating enterprise.

It's not a black mark On your record though.

I've earned enough Commendations.

It's henry johnson's story

You should be writing, Mr. Masterson.

Before it's forgotten.

Well, between you and me Chief,

We won't let that Happen.

♪