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NARRATOR: Tales of Wells Fargo.

MAN: Seventeen, black.

House wins again, huh?

Round and round she goes.

Where she stops,

nobody knows.

I'm beginning to wonder about that, Yates.

What's that supposed to mean?

There are ways of educating a roulette wheel.

Little ball rolls where it wants to.

Number 18, red.

ROY: Not always.

Sometimes it get steered.

Apparently, Mr. Fulton doesn't care

to play anymore, Bart.

All right. Outside.

You heard Mr. Yates.

Don't prod the wrong man, Kellam.

You're holding up the game, Roy.

These men would like to play.

You men still wanna bet

on a crooked wheel?

You're going too far, Roy.

Cassell,

my last five dollars.

I'm putting it on...

On black.

On one condition.

Yates there stands back from the table

and I spin the wheel.

You are a Wells Fargo man, Roy.

You run a place of business.

I don't come in and check your scales

when you weigh the dust.

The scales in my office

are right out on the counter,

open to anybody's inspection.

I wanna see what goes on

under this table.

JIM: Roy Fulton,

age 41.

Wells Fargo agent.

How much did Fulton lose?

Couple of hundred.

This key...

was in his pocket.

Property of Wells Fargo and Company.

Yeah.

There's an outside chance

this just might fit the Wells Fargo safe.

Yeah, you're a thinking man, Yates.

Just make sure you stay

on my side.

I wouldn't wanna play against you.

And now, let's go over

and bust into that safe.

What do you mean bust in?

We got a key.

JIM: The Wells Fargo company

has a sensitive nervous system.

Whenever any part of it gets hurt,

the pain travels to every other part.

Sooner or later,

it'll reach me

and I'll feel it.

You don't ignore pain,

you do something about it,

that's why I was in Rainbow's End.

Roy Fulton was a friend of mine.

He died here,

and there was $15,000

missing from the office safe.

With it went 10 years

of honest service to the company,

and his reputation.

You don't just paint a man's name

out of existence.

My job was to find

what caused it.

Rainbow's End was a place where the miners

from the diggings in the hills

could wash the dirt out of their throats

and weigh in their gold dust

with Wells Fargo.

A good place to start is at the beginning,

and as near as we knew,

it began in the casino.

Give me a beer. Tall one.

You're new here in Rainbow's End.

Let me buy the first one.

Thanks.

I'm Gurney Cassell. This is Marty Yates.

We own this place.

Hi, nice to know you. Jim Hardie.

GURNEY: You don't look like a miner.

I'm not.

It's too a solitary a life for me.

I like to work where there are people around.

You wouldn't know of a job like that handy,

would you?

Doing what?

The same thing Bart Kellam did.

Oh, it's...

too bad about Bart.

Did you know him?

Only by reputation.

I heard about him getting killed.

Sits pretty good.

The mortality rate on guards

is pretty high.

I'll take my chance on that.

Hardie.

Sic 'em, bulldog!

Well?

That bulldog has quite a bark.

Something of a bite, too.

JIM: So I had a job

sitting in a high chair

with a Colt .44,

35 a week and a bonus

for every customer I had to shoot.

I knew that wheel

was as crooked as a rail fence.

And Joe Kennelly,

a customer out of Julesburg,

had the same idea.

Twenty-three, red.

Beats all how a man's luck

will run against him.

MARTIN: Yours has sure

been running steady, mister.

Every number

from 00 to 36 have been played

and the ball always winds up

on the smallest payoff.

Anything wrong?

Man doesn't like the way

the ball rolls.

I'd like to have a look at it.

It's round enough.

It's my hunch, the wheel runs crooked.

Your hunches haven't been very good.

Hardie.

I think we better leave, mister.

Not me.

Right now.

You told me this was my job,

let me do it.

Wait a minute, Hardie.

We never let a man leave here broke.

The house rule.

All right, boys, get your...

All right, all right.

I'm sorry I had to get so rough.

It's what I'm paid to do.

It's all right.

A man does what he has to.

You know,

you don't have to belly up to that wheel in there.

I know, but I get started

and... Don't get started.

Oh, I don't care for myself,

but I made a promise

to my daughter Lydia.

When she finds out I've blown

three months digging at that table in there,

she'll skin me alive.

She's a real fire-eater, huh?

And then some.

If I had the stomach,

I'd melt that down,

load it into shells, and give it back

to Yates and Cassell.

Well, I've heard of worse ideas.

Where are you going?

I got me a stake here.

Maybe I can make it grow.

Yeah.

Well, maybe that can be arranged.

Hey, you're spoiling for trouble, aren't you?

I still got this.

We don't want your money.

JOE: How do you know you're gonna get it?

Maybe I'll be lucky.

Put it on number four.

Go on. Beat it.

Well, what do you want?

You can make a smart move here, Cassell.

Might cost you a little money,

but it'll be smart.

What do you mean cost me money?

Man said your wheel was rigged.

It's your chance to prove it isn't.

Let him win. Give him a free ride.

The ball rolls where it rolls.

How can I let him win?

Well, you can try.

A winner is good for business, Cassell.

YATES: Come on, boys. Get them down, now.

Get them down.

All right. Go ahead.

Bad luck to play against your own money,

but we'll take the bet.

I'm sick and tired

of hearing about this wheel

being crooked.

Number four, you said?

My bet's number four.

Spin it.

Four wins.

Wow, four!

Gentlemen wins $35.

Put it all on the red.

On the red.

Hardie,

Cassell wants to see you.

Probably bleeding over that winner last night.

Come in.

Oh, Hardie.

Wanted to see me?

Yeah.

Say, that was a good idea of yours.

Cost us 500

but we'll get it back.

When word gets around that Kennelly hit a hot streak,

they'll be breaking the doors down

to get in here.

Lucky, wasn't he?

You might call it that.

Mr. Yates.

Yeah? Trouble out there.

He had $500 on him last night.

He hasn't got it now.

They got him for his money,

poor old guy.

No matter who killed him,

they're gonna suspect us.

GURNEY: How do you figure that?

How would you figure it if you were a marshal?

Man comes in here, wins $500, and the casino wants it back.

That's one advantage we have here

in Rainbow's End.

There is no marshal.

There's one in Julesburg.

That's where Kennelly comes from.

It might be just enough

to bring him up here.

Yeah, it might at that.

There's one thing, though.

MARTIN: I'm listening.

Let's give him back his $500.

That way, we can wire his next of kin

and divert any suspicion from us.

Kennelly is getting to be

pretty expensive.

This will make a thousand dollars

we got invested in him.

But some things come pretty hard,

Cassell. Yeah, don't they?

Whoa! Whoa.

I'll take your things in the hotel, ma'am.

Thank you.

Can you tell me how I can find

the cemetery?

Well, you couldn't hardly

call it that, ma'am.

I'll take care of the young lady.

You must be Miss Kennelly.

Yes, I am.

Gurney Cassell wrote you about your father.

Do you know Cassell and Yates?

I work for them. My name's Jim Hardie.

Then I won't be needing your help.

I'm sorry about your father, ma'am.

I doubt that,

Mr. Hardie.

In fact, I doubt anything that you

or Cassell or Yates would ever say,

including how my father died. I'll tell them.

Inasmuch as you seem to be

their errand boy,

perhaps you can give them this.

The driver asked me to deliver it.

The Kennelly girl didn't impress me

that she was gonna take the money and run.

What do you mean?

There she is. I'll let her tell you.

Oh, Miss Kennelly.

We've been expecting you.

I'm Gurney Cassell, this is my partner,

Marty Yates.

I didn't come here for pleasantries,

Mr. Cassell.

I came to find out

who killed my father.

I thought my letter explained

about that.

We found him out back.

He'd won a great deal of money...

LYDIA: And someone killed him for it.

No, I don't think so.

You see, we found his wallet

and all the money in it.

LYDIA: Whoever killed him,

why didn't they take the money?

We figure they might have been scared off.

I don't believe that.

And I won't be bought off.

You and Yates have had things

your own way in Rainbow's End

just long enough.

It's all over now.

Remember that.

Hey, this was your idea, Hardie.

Follow through on it.

How's that?

We want her to take that money.

Go on home and forget it.

She said this came in on the stage,

asked me to deliver it to you.

Take a look at this, Marty.

You have 24 hours

and then the mates

to these will find you.

GURNEY: A silver bullet.

Somebody went to a lot of trouble.

She give this to you?

She could've sent 'em.

Well, we'll know in 24 hours.

See that she takes that money.

Who is it?

JIM: Miss Kennelly?

Get out. No, wait a minute.

I'm only trying to give you

what's rightfully yours.

You heard what I told them,

you were there.

I'm trying to help you.

I'm sure you are,

right onto the next stage and out of town.

That's not true.

Get out of here, and I won't

tell you again.

Much too pretty to fool around

with one of these ugly things.

You must be quite an authority

on ugliness. Will you please

listen to me? No, I won't

listen to you, not...

You're gonna listen to me whether you

like it or not. When I told you

I wanted to help you, I meant it.

My father was killed and I mean

to find out who did it.

So do I,

but it's gonna take time.

It's gonna take 24 hours.

I met your father.

He was very fond of you.

He was all I had.

But you wouldn't know how it feels to lose

something in life that means everything.

I think I would.

And I think Cassell and Yates

killed your father,

but I'm gonna have to prove it.

Read this.

You're with Wells Fargo.

That's right.

And I believe they killed our agent,

Roy Fulton.

He was a fine man.

He left a wife and little boy

back in St. Louis.

They're gonna miss him too.

Now will you trust me?

Yes.

Stay out of there, you've had enough already.

No more than you have.

I carry it better.

Besides, I'm not jumpy.

Well, you're not exactly

calm either.

If I were in his shoes,

I think I'd be jumpy too.

Why his any more than mine?

I figure he knows a little more than you do.

Meaning what, for instance?

Meaning,

maybe he's the one that sent you

these bullets.

Now he's afraid he can't carry out

the threat.

You're forgetting one little thing.

He got one of these too.

Exactly,

so you wouldn't suspect him.

Why would he want me killed?

To be the sole owner of this place,

wouldn't he?

Maybe he's...

tired of splitting everything down the middle.

Maybe he's...

Well, you figure out anything yet,

Hardie?

Like who sent us those things?

Well, I'm working on it.

I think I'll go have another drink.

JIM: Cassell swallowed the bait.

I could tell that he was suspicious

of his partner.

I figured if the trick worked on one,

it would work on the other.

He's been in there a long time.

Maybe he's thirsty.

Hardie,

will you back me up if he draws on me?

Don't rightly see how I could do that, Yates.

He's paying me too, you know.

I'll double your salary.

You might not be around

when payday gets here.

All right. I'll give you a bonus.

Now look, all in the world you got to do

is take his gun off him.

Will you do that for me?

All right.

I'll pull his fangs for you.

All right.

All right boys. Go on home.

MAN: Good night. MAN: Yeah.

I told them to close up for the night.

It's gone pretty dead.

Not quite.

Hand over that gun of yours.

Give it to him.

So you're in on this together?

You outsmarted yourself that time, Gurney.

You didn't think that silver bullet thing

had me scared, did you? GURNEY: Oh, Yates,

you're a fool.

He's right.

You're next.

What is this, a joke?

You can call it that if you want.

You can hand me your gun while you're laughing at it.

He's played us both ends

against the middle.

Over here.

You can come in now,

Miss Kennelly.

What's she doing here?

You'll see.

Unload my gun, please.

You recognize these silver bullets?

They look just like the ones we got.

Exactly.

Now you know where they came from.

Could you put these two bullets in my gun?

What's your angle, Hardie?

Roy Fulton was a friend of mine.

You didn't tell us that.

I didn't tell you I work

for Wells Fargo, either.

I can explain that.

I can... JIM: It can wait.

I'm gonna leave you one bullet

in each gun.

I've got two.

That makes an even money bet.

Better odds than you ever gave any customers.

Stand up.

Hardie. Hardie, I want to...

Don't crawl to him.

There are two of us.

That's right, Yates.

You can draw anytime you want to.

You too, Cassell.

Or you can do what I tell you to.

Well?

What do you want us to do?

Open this safe.

Take out every dollar that's in it.

Hurry up! Move!

We're gonna have a little game of roulette.

Get all of the silver too.

Put it down.

You've got $500, Miss Kennelly.

Have you ever gambled before?

Some.

I learned from my father.

JIM: You'll have better luck than he did.

Put a hundred dollars on the black.

Spin the wheel, Yates.

There's a hundred dollars

for the lady

and for Roy Fulton.

Where does Roy Fulton fit in?

He lost $15,000 in here.

Wells Fargo wants it back.

As for me,

I'll put one bullet

on the red.

What's the idea?

I figure you can do about whatever you want

to with that wheel, Yates.

Let's see if I'm right.

I'd better be.

Because if it comes up black, all you lose is money.

What about red?

Red?

If it comes up red,

then I'll pay you off.

A bullet for each of you.

Well, you've seen him draw.

Spin the wheel.

The odds are still in your favor,

Cassell.

There's two of you,

like he said.

Black wins.

Let it ride.

YATES: Black wins again.

JIM: Let it ride. You'll break the house.

No. No, I don't think so.

Yates wouldn't let that happen, would you?

You love money too much.

Spin the wheel.

YATES: Black wins. That's $800.

JIM: Let it ride.

Black wins.

Where'd the new currency come from?

Roy Fulton lost it in here the night he died.

All wrapped up in neat packages?

That's the way he brought it here.

This bands have never been broken

and there's a thousand dollars in each package.

What about it?

Your house limit's $50.

You wouldn't have let Fulton bet a thousand.

This is the last go-around, Yates.

Spin the wheel.

Black.

Haven't got enough to pay off.

Throw in the silver.

You fooled me.

I thought money was too close

to your heart.

Pick up our money, Miss Kennelly,

and let's go.

We never let a customer go home broke.

I turned Cassell and Yates over

to the marshal at Julesburg.

They were convicted on March 18th, 1877.

Their sentence?

Life.

My job here was finished.