Have Gun - Will Travel (1957–1963): Season 1, Episode 19 - The High Graders - full transcript
Paladin's suspicions are aroused after his tailor dies inside his own goldmine.
I've been offered
a dozen good ways
to get myself killed
since I came to this town.
Now I'm going to make
a few offers myself.
It's hard to realize
it, Signore Paladin...
Only last week he was
fitting the same coat
and now he's dead.
He was my friend
for many years, Gino.
I'll miss him.
Of course, for Uncle
Polo, the trouble is over.
It is for Angela
that I worry now.
Polo's little girl?
Not so little, signor.
A young lady now.
Why should you worry about her?
We are losing the shop, signor.
You're losing this shop?
Creditors... it's only
a matter of time.
The arms, signor,
raise it a little please.
Gino, your uncle
was a wealthy man.
Si, signor, until he got
into the mining business.
When a tailor gets the gold bug,
he's a sick one for sure.
I remember when your
uncle bought the Grail.
He paid $40,000 for it.
That's a lot of money, but...
Nothing compared
to what he put into it.
Always, signor, he was
putting good money after bad.
Until the time of his
death... a pauper.
MAN: Whoa, whoa.
I'm expecting no one today.
Gino? Gino?
Well, Angela, what
are you doing here?
Gino, from out of the
blue, an offer for the mine.
I got it this morning.
From whom?
Papa's foreman.
He's interested
some men in buying it.
He says he thinks he can sell it
for as much as $20,000.
GINO: $20,000!
Mama mia! Salvation!
The deed must be here
with Papa's business papers.
Probably the locked
drawer of the desk. I'll...
Oh, Signore Paladin, scusa.
This is my cousin,
Signorina Angela De Marco.
Miss De Marco, it's an honor.
Your father was a friend.
Oh, he spoke of you
so often, Mr. Paladin.
You were his favorite client.
The one whose taste was beyond
reproach.
I know you'll
forgive this intrusion,
but you're selling the mine?
Of course.
Well, don't sell it too
quickly, Miss De Marco.
Your father had faith in it.
So much so, it killed him.
But if you sell it without
at least first investigating,
your father's death will
have gone for nothing.
What is there to investigate?
Well, the circumstances
of his death, for one thing.
What was he doing
down in that mine?
Are you suggesting
he was murdered?
No. I don't know
enough to suggest that.
But I will say
that the $20,000 offer
makes me want to know more.
Miss De Marco, give me one week.
One week to investigate
the operation of The Grail
and the circumstances
of your father's death.
If in that time, I've
uncovered nothing,
then go ahead, sell the mine.
Just how would you conduct
your investigation, Mr. Paladin?
If you are right, fancy clothes
and pretty words
won't stop accidents.
♪ ♪
That's far enough, Mister.
If you say so.
I ain't seen you
around here before.
I ain't been around here before.
Are you looking for trouble?
No.
Right now, I'm
looking for a match.
Are you looking for a cigar?
Yeah, I don't mind.
It's a nice-looking
gun you've got there.
Does the job.
Thanks.
Course, I could
have drawn on you
when you were
lighting that cigar.
You must be a stranger.
No one around here
draws on The Jockey.
I could light another
match if you'd like to try it.
No, thanks.
I've got other business today.
Just what do you want, Mister?
Work.
Well, try the Blue Eagle about
a mile back down the road.
I hear they're putting on men.
Well, what's wrong
with The Grail,
as long as I'm here?
That makes you a newcomer.
Well, there's a line
a mile long waiting
to get on at The Grail.
Signed up all the
way back to last April.
Oh?
Well, thanks.
Sure.
What did he want?
What do they all want?
( laughter)
( piano playing lively music)
Jack, you over by
the livery stable.
Tom, in front of the
blacksmith's shop.
Ed, around by the store,
and Pete, you
better go with him.
And remember, whatever
you do, don't let him draw.
PALADIN: I beg your pardon.
( laughter in saloon)
Did I interrupt something?
That's a good way to
get yourself killed, Mister.
You know I've been
offered a dozen good ways
to get myself killed
since I came to this town?
What are you doing here?
I'm looking for a man
named Casey Bryan.
He's the foreman of The Grail.
You a Grail man?
Well, if I were,
I'd probably know
where to find Bryan, wouldn't I?
Try all the saloons.
He's got money
enough for drinking.
Ain't nothing but Grail men
at the bars anymore.
The Grail seems to be
a hard place to get a job.
You try again tomorrow.
There's gonna be
a vacancy.
Oh, I see.
Well, thank you very
much, gentlemen.
All right, get in position,
but don't shoot
till I give the word.
( chatter in saloon)
( woman laughing)
( laughter)
I come for Hannah, Jockey.
I got first claim.
I just bought off
all claims, Morgan.
Show him, baby.
You Grail muckers think
you can buy anything.
Girl like Hannah likes
the finer things in life.
You can't handle that on
four bucks a day, Morgan.
Used to be enough.
It isn't now.
Why don't you Blue
Eagle gophers get smart?
The only thing
you're ever gonna
rate is our leftovers.
I'm taking Hannah home.
You're gonna stop me?
That's just what we had in mind.
Now, Jockey...
how are things tonight?
Looks like the beginning
of a busy evening.
You keep out of this, Mister.
This a personal
fight with The Grail.
That a fact?
Too bad you had such a
long waiting line this morning.
You want a job at The Grail
that bad, friend,
you got one, starting
now.
You can have it any way
you want it, gentlemen.
( piano playing in background)
I saw you out of
the corner of my eye.
That was a good draw.
Thanks.
I figure I shaded you
just a mite, though.
Well, as long as we weren't
facing each other,
it doesn't matter.
You're all right, Mister.
Anything you want,
anything The Jockey
can ever do for you,
you just name it.
Well, I already have.
What time do I report
to work in the morning?
( laughs)
Be there at 6:00.
( laughs): Thank you.
( laughs)
Come on, Hannah.
♪ ♪
( men chatting)
( wood creaking)
PALADIN: Hold it!
Want a cave-in?
MAN: Hey, you taking
over here, Mister?
There's a pull
here at the tracks.
( wood creaking)
Looks like it's weakening.
Jim, get some timber.
Hold that powder until I say.
Can't recall seeing
you around here before.
Where you work?
Here, there.
I know about here,
but where's there?
Orofino, Bingham
Canyon, Big Bonanza.
You move around.
I just follow the gold.
( wood creaking)
I'm glad you saw this.
You seem to know your stuff.
It's the only way to stay alive.
I understand your boss
didn't.
You understand what?
I understand your boss
didn't know his stuff.
He got careless
around the dynamite.
It was just an
unfortunate accident.
Could have happened to anybody.
( wood creaking)
♪ ♪
BRYAN: Quitting time.
Everybody out.
Quitting time.
Everybody out.
Quitting time.
Everybody out.
Come on, get a move on.
Get moving.
You got gold on you?
Any gold?
How about you, any gold?
Any gold on you?
You got any gold on you?
Small filling in a back molar.
Get moving.
That's all?
What do you want, a bag?
Get moving.
Got any gold on you, Reed?
Any gold on you?
Well, that's some inspection.
Well, we have to
take precautions.
You never can tell when
some thievin' mucker
might try a little high-grade.
( both laughing)
( laughing continues)
I did not expect to
find you at The Grail,
working as a miner.
I didn't expect
to find you at all.
You almost gave me
away this morning.
Why did you come?
Because I've had another
offer from the syndicate
represented by Casey.
Casey?
Mr. Bryan... Papa's foreman.
He wired just as soon
as you left San Francisco.
Offering to increase the price
just as soon as you said
you'd like to wait a while.
Well, yes.
How did you know?
Because I've seen muckers
getting rich on a mine
that drove the owner
into bankruptcy.
You're being high-graded.
"High-graded"?
That's a polite
word for "stealing."
The miners take the rich ore...
Almost pure gold...
For themselves.
The low-grade ore...
They call it "company ore"...
That they load into the cars.
That's impossible.
Casey... Mr. Bryan...
He personally
conducts an inspection
of the men every day.
I've seen the inspection.
What are you implying?
I'm not implying anything.
Here.
I'm stating flatly,
Mr. Bryan is not to be trusted.
I trust him.
You don't know him.
Mr. Paladin, I know him
better than I know you.
Miss De Marco, you
don't know that man
as well as you think you do.
Unless you can give
me definite proof,
I cannot believe
your wild accusations.
So, if you'll excuse me,
I have an engagement.
All right, Miss De Marco.
But we agreed I'd
be here for a week.
That means I still have
a few days to work.
And in the meantime,
will you keep this in mind:
If your father did
suspect something,
Mr. Bryan may
very well be the man
responsible for his death.
( dog barking in distance)
BRYAN: Jockey.
Hi, Casey.
Come on, I'll buy you a drink.
Not now.
You got a job to do.
What's the trouble?
Your friend Paladin didn't
pay his employment fee.
Is that all?
Eh, probably just
slipped his mind.
I don't figure it that way.
I saw him go into the
hotel and checked on him.
Hew went to Angela
De Marco's room.
A company spy.
You know what to do.
Get some of the
boys out of the saloon.
I will... but just
for an audience.
I ain't gonna need any help.
Hold it, Paladin.
Well, Jockey,
what's on your mind?
A little matter of $25.
What for?
Employment fee.
$25 a day.
Hand it over.
Well, I thought I'd pay
that to Bryan myself.
Give it to me.
I do his collecting.
( paper rustling)
That's fine.
Now you can die
with a clean slate.
What's the occasion?
A little party.
The kind we give company spies.
You're a brave man, Jockey,
with that mob behind you.
This ain't no mob...
They're witnesses.
Witnesses to what?
To the fact that you drew on me
and I killed you
in self-defense.
You sure this is what you want?
I saw you draw once, Paladin.
I figure I shaded you.
You ready?
Any time you say.
Fast... but not accurate.
Anybody figure he can do better?
See you tomorrow, at The Grail.
Well, when your father told me
what he paid for the mine,
I advised him to get
out as best he could.
I wish he'd taken your advice...
He'd still be alive today.
That's very true.
But if the mine is
a bad investment,
why do these men wish to buy it?
Well, The Grail could
be made to show a profit,
if a great deal of money were
invested in new equipment,
and if it had professional
management.
With all due
respect, Miss Angela,
your father was an
amateur in this business.
I understand.
Really, I hardly
know what to do.
Well, because of you, I
feel a deep responsibility,
so I got the investors to agree
to a price of $30,000.
30,000?
But only if you'll
agree at once,
so they can begin
the new improvements.
$30,000, eh, Bryan?
Don't bother to rise.
$30,000 should just about
cover two months' profit.
$15,000 a month...
That's about what you're
taking out of The Grail, isn't it?
Mr. Paladin, what are you doing?
What are you doing?!
Well, I came to tell this man
he needs a new collector.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Of course you do.
You need somebody
to collect the $25 a day
you charge the
miners for the privilege
of stealing all they can carry.
There are a lot of men working
in The Grail, Miss De Marco,
you figure it out.
It won't take him
long to get $30,000.
This man is insane.
Not at all.
Miss De Marco, there's
no group of investors.
Bryan is planning to
buy the mine for himself
with money he's
already stolen from you.
Miss Angela, there's one way
we can disprove all this nonsense.
How is that?
I can show you the actual
working shift in The Grail.
You can see for yourself
there are no easy riches there.
Well, that is reasonable.
What do you say, Mr. Paladin?
I don't like it.
Why not?
It seems to be
the perfect chance
to disprove, or prove,
your accusations.
I think Mr. Bryan
shows his innocence
by inviting me to see the mine.
You show your innocence
by even considering it.
I don't know what you mean.
Your father got
the same invitation.
Mr. Bryan, I accept your offer.
Thank you for your
confidence, Miss Angela.
Well, that leaves me
only one alternative.
You'll be short $25 tomorrow.
Miss De Marco, I quit.
( door closes)
Oh, this is the
principle ore vein.
It runs diagonally downward
through this rock strata here.
Well, it does look as though
the vein is quite rich.
All that yellow's
showing through.
It's worthless.
The miner's call
it "fool's gold."
Oh, I didn't know.
Of course not.
Neither did your father.
Did he see this
part of the mine?
Yes. As a matter of
fact, it was very near here
he had his unfortunate accident.
Oh, excuse me a minute.
Wha... what's that for?
( Angela screams) Bryan!
Run! There's dynamite
back there! Run!
Run! Don't stand there!
There's dynamite back there!
It's gonna blow!
He lit the fuse!
There's dynamite back there!
Run! Get out of here!
( men shouting)
( explosion)
What was that?
It looks like your
friend, Mr. Bryan,
had an unfortunate accident.
( rumbling)
But the lapel, Signore De Marco,
they're too wide.
Never. You must have
the Parisian slight wing
with a taper.
( bell dings)
Signore Paladin.
Excuse me, signor.
Signore Paladin.
I have your suits ready.
I will get them.
Thank you.
Governor, it's an honor
to see you again, sir.
It's my pleasure, Mr. Paladin.
This is Governor
Irwin. Miss De Marco.
Miss De Marco.
Gino, you're breaking
His Excellency's trousers
above the shoes.
And the line here?
And the Parisian lapels
are much to extreme
for His Excellency.
Straight London for him.
But Signore Paladin...
You're right, of course.
I will take care
of it immediately.
Paladin, I wish I had you around
to handle legislature for me.
My congratulations,
Miss De Marco.
I read in the financial pages
of your good luck in
the mining business.
Did you know that Miss
De Marco was a mine owner,
Mr. Paladin?
Without the help of Mr. Paladin,
I'd have had nothing.
And his fee!
Exorbitant?
( chuckles): Hardly.
All he would take
is two suits a year...
for life.
It'll add up.
I expect to live a long time.
a dozen good ways
to get myself killed
since I came to this town.
Now I'm going to make
a few offers myself.
It's hard to realize
it, Signore Paladin...
Only last week he was
fitting the same coat
and now he's dead.
He was my friend
for many years, Gino.
I'll miss him.
Of course, for Uncle
Polo, the trouble is over.
It is for Angela
that I worry now.
Polo's little girl?
Not so little, signor.
A young lady now.
Why should you worry about her?
We are losing the shop, signor.
You're losing this shop?
Creditors... it's only
a matter of time.
The arms, signor,
raise it a little please.
Gino, your uncle
was a wealthy man.
Si, signor, until he got
into the mining business.
When a tailor gets the gold bug,
he's a sick one for sure.
I remember when your
uncle bought the Grail.
He paid $40,000 for it.
That's a lot of money, but...
Nothing compared
to what he put into it.
Always, signor, he was
putting good money after bad.
Until the time of his
death... a pauper.
MAN: Whoa, whoa.
I'm expecting no one today.
Gino? Gino?
Well, Angela, what
are you doing here?
Gino, from out of the
blue, an offer for the mine.
I got it this morning.
From whom?
Papa's foreman.
He's interested
some men in buying it.
He says he thinks he can sell it
for as much as $20,000.
GINO: $20,000!
Mama mia! Salvation!
The deed must be here
with Papa's business papers.
Probably the locked
drawer of the desk. I'll...
Oh, Signore Paladin, scusa.
This is my cousin,
Signorina Angela De Marco.
Miss De Marco, it's an honor.
Your father was a friend.
Oh, he spoke of you
so often, Mr. Paladin.
You were his favorite client.
The one whose taste was beyond
reproach.
I know you'll
forgive this intrusion,
but you're selling the mine?
Of course.
Well, don't sell it too
quickly, Miss De Marco.
Your father had faith in it.
So much so, it killed him.
But if you sell it without
at least first investigating,
your father's death will
have gone for nothing.
What is there to investigate?
Well, the circumstances
of his death, for one thing.
What was he doing
down in that mine?
Are you suggesting
he was murdered?
No. I don't know
enough to suggest that.
But I will say
that the $20,000 offer
makes me want to know more.
Miss De Marco, give me one week.
One week to investigate
the operation of The Grail
and the circumstances
of your father's death.
If in that time, I've
uncovered nothing,
then go ahead, sell the mine.
Just how would you conduct
your investigation, Mr. Paladin?
If you are right, fancy clothes
and pretty words
won't stop accidents.
♪ ♪
That's far enough, Mister.
If you say so.
I ain't seen you
around here before.
I ain't been around here before.
Are you looking for trouble?
No.
Right now, I'm
looking for a match.
Are you looking for a cigar?
Yeah, I don't mind.
It's a nice-looking
gun you've got there.
Does the job.
Thanks.
Course, I could
have drawn on you
when you were
lighting that cigar.
You must be a stranger.
No one around here
draws on The Jockey.
I could light another
match if you'd like to try it.
No, thanks.
I've got other business today.
Just what do you want, Mister?
Work.
Well, try the Blue Eagle about
a mile back down the road.
I hear they're putting on men.
Well, what's wrong
with The Grail,
as long as I'm here?
That makes you a newcomer.
Well, there's a line
a mile long waiting
to get on at The Grail.
Signed up all the
way back to last April.
Oh?
Well, thanks.
Sure.
What did he want?
What do they all want?
( laughter)
( piano playing lively music)
Jack, you over by
the livery stable.
Tom, in front of the
blacksmith's shop.
Ed, around by the store,
and Pete, you
better go with him.
And remember, whatever
you do, don't let him draw.
PALADIN: I beg your pardon.
( laughter in saloon)
Did I interrupt something?
That's a good way to
get yourself killed, Mister.
You know I've been
offered a dozen good ways
to get myself killed
since I came to this town?
What are you doing here?
I'm looking for a man
named Casey Bryan.
He's the foreman of The Grail.
You a Grail man?
Well, if I were,
I'd probably know
where to find Bryan, wouldn't I?
Try all the saloons.
He's got money
enough for drinking.
Ain't nothing but Grail men
at the bars anymore.
The Grail seems to be
a hard place to get a job.
You try again tomorrow.
There's gonna be
a vacancy.
Oh, I see.
Well, thank you very
much, gentlemen.
All right, get in position,
but don't shoot
till I give the word.
( chatter in saloon)
( woman laughing)
( laughter)
I come for Hannah, Jockey.
I got first claim.
I just bought off
all claims, Morgan.
Show him, baby.
You Grail muckers think
you can buy anything.
Girl like Hannah likes
the finer things in life.
You can't handle that on
four bucks a day, Morgan.
Used to be enough.
It isn't now.
Why don't you Blue
Eagle gophers get smart?
The only thing
you're ever gonna
rate is our leftovers.
I'm taking Hannah home.
You're gonna stop me?
That's just what we had in mind.
Now, Jockey...
how are things tonight?
Looks like the beginning
of a busy evening.
You keep out of this, Mister.
This a personal
fight with The Grail.
That a fact?
Too bad you had such a
long waiting line this morning.
You want a job at The Grail
that bad, friend,
you got one, starting
now.
You can have it any way
you want it, gentlemen.
( piano playing in background)
I saw you out of
the corner of my eye.
That was a good draw.
Thanks.
I figure I shaded you
just a mite, though.
Well, as long as we weren't
facing each other,
it doesn't matter.
You're all right, Mister.
Anything you want,
anything The Jockey
can ever do for you,
you just name it.
Well, I already have.
What time do I report
to work in the morning?
( laughs)
Be there at 6:00.
( laughs): Thank you.
( laughs)
Come on, Hannah.
♪ ♪
( men chatting)
( wood creaking)
PALADIN: Hold it!
Want a cave-in?
MAN: Hey, you taking
over here, Mister?
There's a pull
here at the tracks.
( wood creaking)
Looks like it's weakening.
Jim, get some timber.
Hold that powder until I say.
Can't recall seeing
you around here before.
Where you work?
Here, there.
I know about here,
but where's there?
Orofino, Bingham
Canyon, Big Bonanza.
You move around.
I just follow the gold.
( wood creaking)
I'm glad you saw this.
You seem to know your stuff.
It's the only way to stay alive.
I understand your boss
didn't.
You understand what?
I understand your boss
didn't know his stuff.
He got careless
around the dynamite.
It was just an
unfortunate accident.
Could have happened to anybody.
( wood creaking)
♪ ♪
BRYAN: Quitting time.
Everybody out.
Quitting time.
Everybody out.
Quitting time.
Everybody out.
Come on, get a move on.
Get moving.
You got gold on you?
Any gold?
How about you, any gold?
Any gold on you?
You got any gold on you?
Small filling in a back molar.
Get moving.
That's all?
What do you want, a bag?
Get moving.
Got any gold on you, Reed?
Any gold on you?
Well, that's some inspection.
Well, we have to
take precautions.
You never can tell when
some thievin' mucker
might try a little high-grade.
( both laughing)
( laughing continues)
I did not expect to
find you at The Grail,
working as a miner.
I didn't expect
to find you at all.
You almost gave me
away this morning.
Why did you come?
Because I've had another
offer from the syndicate
represented by Casey.
Casey?
Mr. Bryan... Papa's foreman.
He wired just as soon
as you left San Francisco.
Offering to increase the price
just as soon as you said
you'd like to wait a while.
Well, yes.
How did you know?
Because I've seen muckers
getting rich on a mine
that drove the owner
into bankruptcy.
You're being high-graded.
"High-graded"?
That's a polite
word for "stealing."
The miners take the rich ore...
Almost pure gold...
For themselves.
The low-grade ore...
They call it "company ore"...
That they load into the cars.
That's impossible.
Casey... Mr. Bryan...
He personally
conducts an inspection
of the men every day.
I've seen the inspection.
What are you implying?
I'm not implying anything.
Here.
I'm stating flatly,
Mr. Bryan is not to be trusted.
I trust him.
You don't know him.
Mr. Paladin, I know him
better than I know you.
Miss De Marco, you
don't know that man
as well as you think you do.
Unless you can give
me definite proof,
I cannot believe
your wild accusations.
So, if you'll excuse me,
I have an engagement.
All right, Miss De Marco.
But we agreed I'd
be here for a week.
That means I still have
a few days to work.
And in the meantime,
will you keep this in mind:
If your father did
suspect something,
Mr. Bryan may
very well be the man
responsible for his death.
( dog barking in distance)
BRYAN: Jockey.
Hi, Casey.
Come on, I'll buy you a drink.
Not now.
You got a job to do.
What's the trouble?
Your friend Paladin didn't
pay his employment fee.
Is that all?
Eh, probably just
slipped his mind.
I don't figure it that way.
I saw him go into the
hotel and checked on him.
Hew went to Angela
De Marco's room.
A company spy.
You know what to do.
Get some of the
boys out of the saloon.
I will... but just
for an audience.
I ain't gonna need any help.
Hold it, Paladin.
Well, Jockey,
what's on your mind?
A little matter of $25.
What for?
Employment fee.
$25 a day.
Hand it over.
Well, I thought I'd pay
that to Bryan myself.
Give it to me.
I do his collecting.
( paper rustling)
That's fine.
Now you can die
with a clean slate.
What's the occasion?
A little party.
The kind we give company spies.
You're a brave man, Jockey,
with that mob behind you.
This ain't no mob...
They're witnesses.
Witnesses to what?
To the fact that you drew on me
and I killed you
in self-defense.
You sure this is what you want?
I saw you draw once, Paladin.
I figure I shaded you.
You ready?
Any time you say.
Fast... but not accurate.
Anybody figure he can do better?
See you tomorrow, at The Grail.
Well, when your father told me
what he paid for the mine,
I advised him to get
out as best he could.
I wish he'd taken your advice...
He'd still be alive today.
That's very true.
But if the mine is
a bad investment,
why do these men wish to buy it?
Well, The Grail could
be made to show a profit,
if a great deal of money were
invested in new equipment,
and if it had professional
management.
With all due
respect, Miss Angela,
your father was an
amateur in this business.
I understand.
Really, I hardly
know what to do.
Well, because of you, I
feel a deep responsibility,
so I got the investors to agree
to a price of $30,000.
30,000?
But only if you'll
agree at once,
so they can begin
the new improvements.
$30,000, eh, Bryan?
Don't bother to rise.
$30,000 should just about
cover two months' profit.
$15,000 a month...
That's about what you're
taking out of The Grail, isn't it?
Mr. Paladin, what are you doing?
What are you doing?!
Well, I came to tell this man
he needs a new collector.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Of course you do.
You need somebody
to collect the $25 a day
you charge the
miners for the privilege
of stealing all they can carry.
There are a lot of men working
in The Grail, Miss De Marco,
you figure it out.
It won't take him
long to get $30,000.
This man is insane.
Not at all.
Miss De Marco, there's
no group of investors.
Bryan is planning to
buy the mine for himself
with money he's
already stolen from you.
Miss Angela, there's one way
we can disprove all this nonsense.
How is that?
I can show you the actual
working shift in The Grail.
You can see for yourself
there are no easy riches there.
Well, that is reasonable.
What do you say, Mr. Paladin?
I don't like it.
Why not?
It seems to be
the perfect chance
to disprove, or prove,
your accusations.
I think Mr. Bryan
shows his innocence
by inviting me to see the mine.
You show your innocence
by even considering it.
I don't know what you mean.
Your father got
the same invitation.
Mr. Bryan, I accept your offer.
Thank you for your
confidence, Miss Angela.
Well, that leaves me
only one alternative.
You'll be short $25 tomorrow.
Miss De Marco, I quit.
( door closes)
Oh, this is the
principle ore vein.
It runs diagonally downward
through this rock strata here.
Well, it does look as though
the vein is quite rich.
All that yellow's
showing through.
It's worthless.
The miner's call
it "fool's gold."
Oh, I didn't know.
Of course not.
Neither did your father.
Did he see this
part of the mine?
Yes. As a matter of
fact, it was very near here
he had his unfortunate accident.
Oh, excuse me a minute.
Wha... what's that for?
( Angela screams) Bryan!
Run! There's dynamite
back there! Run!
Run! Don't stand there!
There's dynamite back there!
It's gonna blow!
He lit the fuse!
There's dynamite back there!
Run! Get out of here!
( men shouting)
( explosion)
What was that?
It looks like your
friend, Mr. Bryan,
had an unfortunate accident.
( rumbling)
But the lapel, Signore De Marco,
they're too wide.
Never. You must have
the Parisian slight wing
with a taper.
( bell dings)
Signore Paladin.
Excuse me, signor.
Signore Paladin.
I have your suits ready.
I will get them.
Thank you.
Governor, it's an honor
to see you again, sir.
It's my pleasure, Mr. Paladin.
This is Governor
Irwin. Miss De Marco.
Miss De Marco.
Gino, you're breaking
His Excellency's trousers
above the shoes.
And the line here?
And the Parisian lapels
are much to extreme
for His Excellency.
Straight London for him.
But Signore Paladin...
You're right, of course.
I will take care
of it immediately.
Paladin, I wish I had you around
to handle legislature for me.
My congratulations,
Miss De Marco.
I read in the financial pages
of your good luck in
the mining business.
Did you know that Miss
De Marco was a mine owner,
Mr. Paladin?
Without the help of Mr. Paladin,
I'd have had nothing.
And his fee!
Exorbitant?
( chuckles): Hardly.
All he would take
is two suits a year...
for life.
It'll add up.
I expect to live a long time.