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THE OLD RANGER:
And now,Death Valley Days.

♪♪ [ trumpet ]

Hyah! Yah!

Yah! Yah!

Howdy, folks.
I'’m the Old Ranger,

and I have another
interesting true story for you

about the historic
Death Valley country.

There are 14 million
Californians today,

and they'’d all tell you,
those old enough to talk,

that theirs is the greatest
state in the Union.

It has everything.

Well, there'’s no doubt
about it.

Nature was generous
to California.

Gave it gold and silver,

oil and borax.

Soil that could grow anything.

Waterways. Timber.

But don'’t forget,

it took men to develop
these resources.

Men with imagination
and courage and energy.

Men like William T. Coleman,

who more than any other '’49er

laid the first foundations
of this great...

When the cry of "gold"
went forth,

William T. Coleman
joined the rush.

A 25-year-old Kentuckian

who'’d worked his way
through college

and saved enough money
to get himself to California

and back, if necessary.

Five months have elapsed
since he started west.

It is August 1849.

Hello.
Howdy.

This California?

This is California, brother.

The land of gold.

Here, take a look.

Three thousand dollars'’ worth
of dust that I panned
only a few miles from here.

Accept these nuggets
as a souvenir.

Thanks.

But, um, aren'’t you afraid
to display your gold like this?

Men in these parts know better
than to steal gold.

If any of them try it,
we string them up.

You going to the diggings?

Um, I don'’t know yet.

Well, when you get
to San Francisco,

you can'’t go no farther.

That'’s the end of the trail.

Good luck to you.

Hyah.

[ chattering ]

Twenty-one red.

Place your bets, gentlemen.

Might be your lucky night.

All bets down.

Twenty-five red.

You know, you'’re the first
lady croupier I'’ve ever met.

And you'’re the only man I've
seen in all San Francisco
who doesn'’t gamble.

I'’ve got better uses
for the money I make.

Oh? What do you
propose to do?

A great city is springing up
in these bare hills.

People are moving in
by the tens of thousands,

from all corners of the earth,

needing everything imaginable
for their new life here,

and I'’ll supply it.

Mm, a merchant prince.

Mm-hmm. As a matter of fact,

I'’m opening up a store
right on the waterfront,

where I can be the first one
to board the incoming ships

and buy up their cargos.

And, of course, there'’s
a princess somewhere.

In Boston.

Would you like to see
a picture?
Mm.

Her name'’s Carrie Page.

She'’s very lovely.

Her ancestors came over
on the Mayflower.

How'’d you guess?[ chuckles ]

I hope by next Christmas
or, anyway, the Christmas
after that,

I'’ll have enough money
to go back and marry her.

To you and good fortune.

A merry Christmas to you.

And a Happy New Year. [ bell ringing ]

MAN:
Fire! Fire! Fire!

[ people screaming ] Fire!

Fire! Fire!

[ screaming continues ]

Your city of dreams,
a smoking ruin.

Well, the Bay is still here.

And the people are here.

There'’s still gold
in the ground.

Brannan'’s my name.
Sam Brannan.

Glad to meet you.

Any of you men carpenters?

Yes. I am.

I'’ll pay $50 a day.Good.

WILLIAM:
Tell all your
carpenter friends.

We'’ll start building
as soon as I can get
ahold of the lumber.

Building what? A saloon?

A store.

Headquarters of
William T. Coleman
and Company.

We have some here at $40.

And, uh, some
of the better quality at 60.

Now, this is
a very, very fine--

Hey, what'’s your hurry?

Jansen!

Sure, we'’re a state.
The 31st star on the flag.

But that don'’t mean
we'’ve got law and order.

San Francisco'’s run
by a bunch of crooks
and nincompoops.

Oh, I'’d hardly go that far.

Look, Bluxome, how many
bad fires have there been

since you started
your business here?

Well, there was
Christmas Eve '’49,

May 1850, and another in June.

And another in September.

Yes. Who started those fires?

The gangs that are stalking
our city.

The Hounds
and the Sydney Ducks.
And why?

So they can loot and plunder.

The police know it.
The mayor knows it.

If they had any sense,
why, they'’d--

Excuse me, ma'’am.

I hope I'’m not interrupting.

Not at all. Come in.

We'’ll be going along, Coleman,
but something'’s got to be done.

Won'’t you sit down?

I came to ask your advice.

I have some money here
I'’d like to invest.

You'’ve done very well
at roulette.

You disapprove.

I didn'’t mean to imply that.

You detest gambling.

For my own part.

Yet aren'’t you gambling
when you buy real estate?

Those tide lots along the bay?

I intend to fill that land.

Build a big warehouse there.

You'’re betting on the future
of San Francisco.

A city where murders
are committed every day.

Yes. But a gold rush is bound
to attract some riff-raff.

Riff-raff? These gangs
are human scum.

Convicts from the prisons
of Australia.

I don'’t use the language
of a lady,

but I do know
what'’s going on.

It'’s up to men like you,
Mr. Coleman,

to save San Francisco.

[ clamoring ]

They'’re locked up now
in the basement
of the courthouse.

Jansen identify them?

Positively. Jim Stuart,
a Sydney Duck.

One of the worst.

And another criminal
named, uh, Windred.

[ clamoring continues ]

What'’s gonna happen? Lynching?

I pray not.

The crowd'’s demanding
satisfaction.

They got their blood
up at last.

Mob rule isn'’t the answer.

Then what is?
Leave it to the local officials,

and these thugs'’ll get off
like all the others.

Do you realize we'’ve averaged
two murders a day
in San Francisco

for the last year and not
a single conviction?

[ crowd shouting ]

Get a new mayor if you
can'’t do the job, Geary.

Disperse. Go home.

As mayor of San Francisco,

I pledge my word of honor--

[ shouting ]

We'’ve had enough
of your promises, Geary.

Justice will be done.

To blazes with your promises.

We want action, Geary.

Leave the matter
to the courts.

We are the courts. We'’re
the judge and the hangman.

[ shouting in agreement ]

[ chattering ]

Quiet! Quiet!

We will not leave it
to the courts.

For we have lost all faith
in the courts.

Yeah.
That'’s right.

But neither do we want a mob.

We can'’t have a mob.

Now, I propose a just
and reasonable course.

Let the people here present
form themselves into a court.

Inside this building,
let the prisoners
be taken before it.

And counsel allowed
on both sides.

Let testimony be taken
and judgment passed

after a fair trial.

If these men
are found innocent,

discharge them.

But if guilty,
let them be hanged

as high as Haman,

and that before sundown.[ murmuring ]

All in favor?

MEN: Aye!

[ men whooping ]

Wonderful, isn'’t it,

in any crisis,
how a leader rises up?

I still say they should have
convicted those two thugs

and hung them on the spot.

Not if there was any doubt
as to their identity,

and there was.

Oh, that cove was Jim Stuart,
all right.

He claimed to be Thomas Berdue.

Crowd was mighty disappointed.

They'’d like to have hung
the jury, too.

Mr. Coleman knew
how to handle them.

Born to lead.

This Vigilance Committee
of his is playing hob
with our business.

Taking our best customers
to patrol the streets,

attend meetings, hold trials.

[ bell ringing ]

You see what I mean?

MAN:
Evening paper. Paper.

Vigilantes hang Stuart.

Berdue is freed. Paper.

Justice is done.

Good work, Mr. Coleman.

Well, gentlemen,

it looks as though our mission
has been accomplished.

You'’re, uh, suggesting
the Vigilantes disband?

San Francisco is now
an orderly and peaceful city.

There hasn'’t been a fire
in nearly a year.

Robberies and holdups
are now the exception
rather than the rule.

We hanged only four men,
all told.

Well, I for one, will be
thankful to have some time

to give to my own business.

Oh, um, before I leave--

Oh, you'’re leaving
San Francisco?

Yes. I have
some personal business
in the East. Boston.

Here'’s a contribution towards
the committee'’s expenses.

Thank you. Most generous.

So you'’re going east.

Couldn'’t be that you're
contemplating matrimony?

It just could.

He has to travel 5,000 miles
to find a bride.

And worth every mile of it.
You'’ll agree when you see her.

Mrs. William T. Coleman.

Sounds wonderful to me.

I'’ve been saying it to myself
for nearly four years.

Ever since you went
to California.

Now, to think we'’ll be
going out there together.

Oh, you'’ll love
California, Carrie.

Is it true it has everything?

With you there? Yes.

When do we sail?

Soon as I'’ve attended
to some matters in New York.

I thought as head
of the New York Grain Exchange,

Mr. Dows, you'’d be interested
in seeing some wheat.

From California.California?

I didn'’t know they could
grow wheat in California.

California, sir, can produce
wheat in quantity.

But what will they do
with it?

Export it. To England.

In competition with New York?

[ laughs ]
Oh, that-that'’s impossible.

San Francisco'’s harbor,
Mr. Dows, is filled with ships
delivering cargos

and sailing away empty.

Now, I'’ve checked
on the freight rates
of these vessels,

and we can meet your price.

Young man, would you mind
telling me your age?

Twenty-eight, sir.That'’s incredible.

Why, I'’ve heard
of William T. Coleman,

but I expected you
to be middle-aged, old.

You won'’t find old men
in California, sir.

They'’re most like myself.

It'’s an empire of youth.

I'’d be willing
to try it, Will,

but the doctor'’s put
his foot down.

He says I-I can'’t take
the risk

of the rugged California trip
at this time.

Then my business will have
to run itself, somehow.

No. That isn'’t right, Will.

But I can'’t be
in two places at once.

Then go back to California.

Alone?

Oh, I'’ll join you.

Just as soon
as I'’m strong enough.

But I couldn'’t bear
the thought of leaving you.

Nothing can really
part us now.

Very well.

You returned to San Francisco
just in time to stop
this crime wave, Mr. Coleman.

I know. They want to revive
the Vigilantes.

Have me head it up.You will, of course.

Don'’t see how I can
take the time.

I'’ve been away.

And besides, I expect to go
back East again shortly

to fetch my wife.

You want a city that will be
fit for her to live in,
don'’t you?

That man Cora shot
a U.S. Marshall in cold blood.

Casey shot Mr. King
in broad daylight
on the street

because he dared expose
our corrupt officials
in his Evening Bulletin.

Brave man, James King.

Are you going to let
his assassin go scot-free?

He'’s gloating now.

Safe in jail,
Jim Casey is,

under the protection
of the sheriff he
helped to elect.

For a bribe of $10,000.

Cora'’s been in jail six months
and nothing done about him.

[ knocking ]

Come in.

Gentlemen.

We'’re not willing to take no
for an answer, Coleman.

Criminals like Cora
and Casey have got to go.

We need a leader,
and you'’re the man.

I accept.

[ chattering, shouting ]

We'’ve come for you, Casey.

Try and take me.

Lay down that knife.

Lay it down.

All right, let'’s go.

COLEMAN: Our job
of housecleaning is done.

The Vigilance Committee is
adjourned for the last time,

we hope.

I am now free to turn back
to my own affairs.

I sail within the week
for New York,

full of plans for our future
in California, together.

The young man with the wheat.

Of course I remember you.

Well, how goes it?

I'’m starting my own line
of clipper ships.

To export wheat?

And other products.

You'’ll soon be getting Pacific
Coast salmon here in the East.

I'’m building some canneries.

And dried fruits like prunes,
raisins, apricots.

That'’s what I'm
most excited about.

Of course there'’ll still be
wool and gold and hides.

And financial panics
like the one we'’re in now.

Or didn'’t you know?

California credit is good,
Mr. Dows.

If they'’re all like you
out there in California,

I believe it.

An empire of youth.

♪♪ [ waltz ]

My dear, may I present
Mrs. Henry Clinton,

an old friend
and close neighbor.

Welcome to San Francisco,
Mrs. Coleman.

You'’ve lived here
a long time, Mrs. Clinton?

Since 1849,
but not on Nob Hill.

I could tell you a lot
of wonderful things
about this woman.

And I'’ll tell you something
about your husband,
Mrs. Coleman.

He'’s been pursued
by more admiring women

than any gentleman
in San Francisco.

But not one of them
has ever succeeded

in making the slightest dent
upon his heart.

Take a look at this, Robertson.

Cotton ball.

Where did it come from?

Prospector. Nevada desert.

He says, "I thought
you might be interested."

Interested? In a new
borax discovery?

Better get down there
as fast as you can.

See the property.
Try to make a deal with him.

"Aaron Winters. Ash Meadows."

Where the dickens is that?

Never heard of it.

But he'’s heard of us.

It'’s good you came out here
to Death Valley, Mr. Coleman.

See this whole
desert operation first-hand.

How'’s the manager working out?

Perry? Great.
Oh, here he comes now.

This is J.W.S. Perry.
Mr. Coleman.

Glad to know you, Mr. Perry.

Thank you, sir.We'’ve been keeping you
pretty busy, I see.

PERRY:
Yes, sir. We'’re able to dig
and refine more borax

than we can haul out of here.

Goes out by mule team.

Yes, sir. We'’ve got
two outfits working for us.

That fellow
with four spanner mules,

and Ed Stiles with his six.

Ed hauls twice as much
with his 12 mules

as the other teamster does
with his 8.

But it'’s still not enough.

What would you think,
Mr. Coleman,

of stringing the two sets
of mules together?

All 20 mules?

Why not?
But what about the wagons?

Can you increase their capacity
to go with the big team?

I'’ve given that a lot
of thought, Mr. Coleman.

Now, we'’d have to design
new wagons.

Now, I'’ve been figuring
they'’d be the biggest wagons
in the world.

Two of them hitched together
with a tank for water
on the back, for the mules.

Mm-hmm.

Let'’s go into the office
and take a look
at these figures, Perry.

There she is.

Longest freight outfit
in the desert.

In the world.

Congratulations, Mr. Perry.

Listen to what
Senator George Hearst
has to say.

"The life
of William T. Coleman

"is the epitome
of the progress
of our coast.

"California is honored
to present Coleman

as candidate for President
of the United States."

That'’s local pride, my dear.

But papers all over
the United States
are saying it.

The great Charles Dane of
the New York Sunthinks
you'’re presidential timber.

But he never liked
Cleveland, you know.

Here'’s what
the Chicago Tribunesays.

"No man stands higher
than William T. Coleman

"in integrity, brains,
and courage.

His name is part
of the history of the state."

Will, it'’s a tremendous honor

to be considered for the top
position in the nation.

No man deserves
that honor more.

Would you like me to run?

It'’s not for me to say.

If the nation wants you,
I wouldn'’t hold you back.

But you don'’t want
to leave California.

And neither do I.

I'’ve no wish to be
in the public eye.

But you are in the public eye.
You can'’t help it.

I'’m not seeking
public office, darling.

I prefer to do my part
as a private citizen
here in California.

The land that I have chosen.

Are you content
with my decision, Carrie?

Yes, Will. I'’m
a Californian now too.

And that'’s the story
of William T. Coleman,

empire builder.

A story that has been
too seldom told.

When he died, newspapers
hailed him

as unquestionably
the most heroic figure
in California history.