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DRIVER: Hyah! Hyah!
JIM: Da-dot-da-dot-dot. There it goes again.
The same old message I've received a hundred times.
"Jim Hardie,
Washoe Hotel or Capitol Bar,
Washoe, Nevada.
Report Benson, Colfax, immediately. Hopper."
Never can you, will you
or is it convenient or anything like that.
No, just report.
Now, pronto, at once,
or quicker if possible.
If I was lying in my coffin,
I'd be expected to jump up and report.
That's the way Wells Fargo train their men.
910's about ready to pull out.
Might just make it if you run for it.
They're all yours, Dixie.
You're kidding.
For what?
For nothing...
right now.
But I'll think of something
before I get back.
You're all probably wondering
why I pulled you off the Stillwell chase.
Well, my wife figures it's plain meanness,
on the count of you know it's my wedding anniversary.
You know, I got to admit I was a little curious
about the first 20 miles, but after that,
I was so sore, I didn't even care.
Darn near broke up my marriage.
Did you ever walk out on your wife
on the first night of your honeymoon?
No, but I walked out on a pair of queens.
I'm sorry, men,
but this is urgent.
Yesterday, I received a tip-off
that train number three
was going to be held up today
between Rocky Ford and Cash Creek.
I think this is the break we've been waiting for.
Might be somebody's playing a joke.
Well, I hope not. Not after me
riding all night to get here.
What do you make of it, Hardie?
Don't make much of it.
I can't think before breakfast.
But... But what, man?
Number three leaves in exactly two hours.
We've got to decide on a plan of action.
But you might have done
just what they'd hoped you'd do.
That's pull in your strength out of the field,
leaving these outlying areas unprotected.
Pull a robbery somewhere else without being molested.
Maybe the Stillwells again.
You could be right. I hope not.
What else you got moving today?
Well, the Bodie Stage is carrying
a strongbox of bullion to Carson City.
That's Chuck's territory.
Holdup men prefer payroll money
to gold or silver bullion.
It's easier to dispose of.
That reminds me,
the Sonora Stage is carrying
a large payroll for the mines.
Nah, but Todd Wilkshire's riding shotgun.
I'm not worried about that situation.
No, sir.
I think this tip-off is on the level.
And you know why I think so?
Because it's written on the back of a reward poster
offering a thousand dollars for information
leading to the arrest of the Stillwell gang.
I think somebody has his eye on that reward money.
I think you're wrong.
Stillwells have never operated in this area before.
And they're closer than fleas on a dog's back.
You'll never get one of them
to turn against the other one.
BENSON: It wouldn't have to be a Stillwell.
It could be someone carrying a grudge.
Might even be another gang for all I know,
trying to keep them out of this territory.
I'm playing my hunch.
I want that train staked out
from cowcatcher to taillight.
Now, there are five of you.
If that's not enough, hire some deputies.
We've got to teach those outlaws
it's not healthy to tamper with Wells Fargo.
Hardie, you're in charge.
Do whatever you think's necessary.
Are you gonna let the regular shipment
go through?
Yes and no.
If we send through a phonied-up box,
they're liable to get their hands on it
and run for cover.
That'd make our search for them all the more difficult.
I think we should send through
a legitimate-looking box just in case.
It's gonna take a lot of cash
to make one of our boxes look legitimate.
Well, if it results
in the capture of a holdup gang,
it would be well worth it.
Wells Fargo has a reputation for safety
that must be maintained at any cost.
Now, about the contents of the box,
we'll send through the usual
non-negotiable securities,
bank drafts, payroll vouchers, and so forth.
Along with that, about $5,000 in small bills.
I'll wire the serial numbers to every bank west of Denver.
With you men aboard and a strong box full of marked currency,
I think we have a foolproof set-up.
Have you got a combination car on a siding anywhere,
one we use for baggage and horses?
I think so. Why?
I think we'd better take the horses with us.
Good idea. Anything else?
BEN: Yeah.
I got a little something here for my wife.
It's an engagement ring.
I'd like it to go in the box
so she'll be sure and get it.
Hey, you're married.
A little late for an engagement ring, isn't it?
Shucks, things sort of happened so quick,
we didn't have time to get engaged.
Ain't it a beaut?
I found a nugget when I was prospecting once.
That's how I feel about Cora Mae.
She's a real nugget.
Thought that was kind of symbolic,
if you know what I mean.
You sure you wanna risk it this trip, Ben?
BEN: Well, heck, yes. Ain't nothing gonna happen
to that box with us aboard.
I may not get home for days,
and a ring will kind of keep Cora Mae
full of love until I get there.
All right.
You put the address on it, I'll send it.
The rest is up to you, Hardie.
We're gonna need two men on that combination car.
That'll be Chuck and Frank.
Chuck, you stay with the horses.
Frank, you dress up in the baggage clerk's clothes.
Ben, I think the safest place for a newlywed
would be inside the rear door
on the rear coach looking back.
Lenny, you'll ride up
with the engineer looking forward.
I'll be in the coaches just looking.
I'll try to be wherever I'm needed.
I don't think it's necessary for me to tell you men
if we do get in trouble and you have to shoot,
shoot straight.
We don't want any innocent people getting hurt.
I'll see you after breakfast.
How does it look?
Quiet and peaceful
as a Wednesday night prayer meeting.
Did you check the washroom?
Yup.
See anything suspicious?
Not a thing.
How far is it to Rocky Ford?
Two hours and fifteen minutes.
Is that a regular stop?
Only when we're flagged.
Looks like we've been flagged.
Yup.
Hello.
You're new on this run.
Yeah. Browning's in the hospital.
Oh, that's too bad.
But he's getting along in years.
We all got to go sometime
like this guy here.
I'll be seeing you.
Conductor.
Be with you in a minute.
Could I have your tickets, ma'am?
What?
Your tickets, please.
Oh, oh, yes.
Thank you.
You ever see her before?
A couple of days ago,
came up here when she got word
of her son's death.
Real broken up, she seems.
Are there any more stops
between here and Cash Rock?
Not unless we hit something,
which isn't often.
Is it flat country all the way?
Mostly.
We hit a pretty good grade here
near Sentinel Rock.
It's about halfway.
What's your speed going up that grade?
Oh, about that of a good surrey trotter.
You carry a gun?
Nope.
I just run this train.
I ain't hired to defend her.
I'd better go check on the boys.
For the 13th time.
Everything all right?
Just fine.
We're slowing down.
We've hit the Sentinel Rock grade.
Hello, ma'am.
I don't understand.
My son's body
was put on at Rocky Ford.
Oh, it's right through that door, ma'am.
This is a combination car we put on special
when we carry horses.
Are you expecting trouble?
Yes, ma'am.
And I don't mind telling you,
we're ready for it.
It's good to know
the train's so well-protected.
May I go through?
Yes, ma'am.
Thank you.
Over boys. That's the way.
Sweet.
Can I help you, ma'am?
I just wanted to make sure
everything was all right.
A relative of yours?
My son.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
Open up, Sonny.
What took you so long?
Never mind that now. Tie him up.
The whole train's loaded with railroad detectives.
We haven't got time.
We're coming to the pine where Dad's
gonna pick up the box.
What makes you think there's detectives aboard?
They got horses in there for a posse,
and Jim Hardie's riding in the coach.
Well, maybe we don't leave Mr. Hardie no horses.
Anybody watching them?
A cowpoke with a shotgun.
Oh, we'll give him
what you gave the baggage man.
Come on.
Did you find everything all right, ma'am?
Oh, fine, thank you.
Oh, have you any idea how long it will be
before we get to Cedar Junction?
Well, I couldn't say for sure, ma'am,
but I'd guess about...
The minute I stop the train,
make a run for it,
and leave one horse with you.
Let's go forward!
Well, they got the strongbox.
A foolproof trap, the perfect set-up.
Yeah, for the Stillwells.
JIM: For weeks, we sat around Benson's office
waiting for some of the marked money to show up.
And when it did,
it kind of knocked us for a loop,
because it showed up in four different places
all at the same time.
Come in.
Oh, thank you.
Look at this,
Auburn, Carson City,
Ely, Washoe.
Looks like the Stillwells have split up.
Old Man Stillwell is getting foxy.
He knows we've got to split our forces, too.
If it's all the same to you, Mr. Benson,
I'd like to go back to Washoe
and see if I won that pot.
That's fine with me, Jim.
Ben, you go for Auburn.
Chuck, take Carson City.
Lenny, go for Ely.
I don't think Frank's
in any condition to travel.
All right. Get a move on,
all of you.
Confound it! Every time I get
a winning hand, I have to go.
Who turned this money in?
Most of it came from business concerns.
The livery stable,
the restaurant,
the Capitol Bar,
and a girl named Dixie Lane.
She's from there, too.
Dixie?
She must be saving up for a rainy day.
Let me know if any more of it comes in.
You can find me at the Capitol Bar
of the Washoe hotel.
I sure will.
Thanks again. You're welcome.
Well, look who's here.
Hello, Dixie.
What kept you away so long?
Business, strictly business.
Yeah, I bet.
Red-headed business.
Oh, it wasn't, either.
When you gonna stop playing around, Jim,
and settle down?
Whenever you say the word.
What are you drinking?
The usual.
Two beers.
You know, I think you're a little bit
too late, mister.
I just got myself engaged while you were gone.
You're kidding.
You can't do that.
It's not fair to all the customers.
Well, just the same, I did it.
Look at that.
That's about the prettiest ring I ever saw.
Who gave it to you?
Oh, you wouldn't know him.
He just came into these parts a few days ago.
His name's Johnny Parsons.
Well, he must be a nice fella.
When'll I get a chance to meet him?
You will, Mr. Hardie.
Johnny.
Do you know Mr. Hardie?
His name's not Johnny.
It's Sonny Stillwell,
robber, highwayman, gunman.
Johnny!
You killed him, Jim!
You killed him.
Well, a day for those papers to circulate,
a day for travel, we ought to be hearing
from the Stillwells sometime this afternoon.
You don't honestly believe
the whole family's gonna ride in
and claim that body, do you?
No.
They're a proud lot,
and if what I hear about 'em's true,
they're not gonna let one of their own kin
go unclaimed to a pauper's grave.
They're gonna send somebody in to claim this body.
And that one person's gonna lead us
to the rest of them.
Where's Ben and Frank?
Out in back with the horses.
Lenny and Chuck?
Out in the street.
Here comes Lenny now.
There's a spring wagon coming down the street,
a girl driving.
She's looking for this place,
judging from the way she's reading the signs.
We're all set.
You know what to do?
Sure thing.
Something I can do for you, ma'am?
I read in the paper you were holding
the body of Johnny Parsons.
Is that right? That's right, ma'am.
Well, I'm his sister.
I'd like to claim the body.
Well, you pay me $70 for the expense,
and he's all yours.
Oh.
May I see him first, please?
Sure thing.
Lid isn't fastened down yet.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I'll back my wagon up to the door.
All right.
Gonna let her get away with that?
For the time being.
Come on, let's mount up.
Where's Jim?
In the box.
Get going.
Artie!
It's me!
Artie!
Pa!
It's too bad you're not an old lady, Miss Stillwell.
You wouldn't have so long to stay in prison.
JIM: Pa Stillwell and his favorite son Art
ended up with Sonny in the potter's field.
And Sissy will probably wind up with a five-year sentence,
which means about three
with time off for good behavior.
With the description Sissy Stillwell
gave us of Mike Finley, her jilted boyfriend,
we'll soon mark this one closed.
Wire for you, Mr. Benson.
Oh, thank you.
So it was the old lady, huh?
Oh, yeah, only she wasn't so old.
Fact, she's just about the right age,
for marriage, I mean.
Listen to this.
They picked up Finley when he came
to collect the reward.
Well done, boys.
Well done.
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