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DRIVER: Hyah! Hyah!

JIM: Doc Bell,

a man hard to keep up with in more ways than one.

He'd been caught, sentenced, and imprisoned

six months ago for holding up

the Wells Fargo office at Marysville.

The money was never recovered.

That's why I was with him.

My name is Jim Hardie,

investigator for Wells Fargo.

We can't make it, Doc.

We can't outrun those dogs.

Maybe not, but we can outsmart them.

Man's advantage over beast, Jim.

The ability to reason.

If the dogs get a whiff of this pepper

it'll spoil them for two days.

JIM: Sooner or later, Doc was bound

to head for that hidden money.

The only thing to do was stick with him.

The race is not always the swiftest.

We made it, Jim.

Yeah.

Only we aren't gonna run around loose

very long in these.

We need clothes and horses.

That's gonna take money.

You wouldn't be getting ideas, now, would you, Jim?

What's that supposed to mean?

A man is apt to distrust in others

the things he feels in himself.

There's a price of $3,000 on my head,

and there's a little bit of larceny in all of us.

Wouldn't make sense.

I'd turn you in, then serve my 10 years.

That's $300 a year. No thanks.

That's good, sound reasoning.

I like that in you, Jim.

No sentiment, just reason.

Mana from heaven.

He's got a gun, we haven't.

But we have the advantage of surprise.

A sock full of dirt has an anesthetic value

if administered properly.

I have noticed a certain grace of movement

in you that I don't possess.

You also noticed that six-gun

he was carrying.

JIM: I hated to do it,

but I had to go all the way.

Somewhere Doc had $100,000 that belonged to Wells Fargo.

Excellent.

I hope he'll be all right.

He won't even have much of a bump.

I admire that in you, Jim.

I deplore a needless waste of life.

Spent too many years saving them, I guess.

That's one phase of my life I don't mind

seeing going up in flames.

And like Phoenix,

a new man rises from the ashes.

I wish that were true,

but it's not gonna be any different.

Don't tell me you've changed your mind, Jim.

Back there in prison you used to say,

"If I ever get out of this alive,

I'll go straight as a string."

And I would, too,

if I had me a little nest egg.

What do you call a nest egg?

I don't know.

Just enough to get me to Mexico and live a little.

Yeah, I like Mexico.

I was a surgeon in the army during the war there, you know.

So you told me.

You don't believe me.

Hardly.

You know, a man like you, Jim,

one who's never known respectability,

you can't imagine the pull to return to it.

I suppose you're right.

All I know is it takes money to live up to my appetite.

How much money?

What's the use of talking about it?

They got our picture in every Wells Fargo office

from here to Canada.

How much, Jim?

We couldn't even get into a town,

much less get out of one.

What if I were to tell you I know where there's

a great deal of money?

I might be interested.

Why don't you try me?

I'll do better than that. I'll show you.

You got a crystal ball or something?

Not exactly.

I'm sorry.

I just wanna know what I'd be doing, that's all.

You wanna know too much, Jim.

You're right.

Maybe you'd better show me.

JIM: Doc Bell was as hard to trap as a spring fly.

But I figured he had to settle down

near the money somewhere, sometime.

All I could do was string along.

The Bell Gang had an old hideout

up in the mountains,

straight up

and rock all the way.

Stay close to me, Jim. These friends of mine

are not apt to be hospitable.

Sure glad to see you again, Doc.

When word got around you was out,

we was real pleased.

Shut up, Tibbs.

Who's he?

His name's Jim Hollis.

He made the break with me.

So? Your friends don't act

too glad to see me, Doc.

It's greed, Jim. Pure greed.

Look at them.

That grin on Tibbs' face

has got a dollar sign on every tooth.

And Curly here, he's the prize of the two.

Right now, he's trying to figure out how much

he'll lose if you're dealt in.

Cut out the fancy talk, Doc. Is he in?

You're a good judge of human nature.

DOC: I pride myself on it.

I asked you a question.

JIM: Maybe I can answer it for you.

We crawled halfway across this state together.

If he says I'm in, then I am.

That answered your question, Curly?

As far as I'm concerned,

there's plenty to go around.

If Doc says he's all right,

that's gospel.

Quit babbling, Tibbs.

We got a hand to play.

Never mind about him, Jim.

The truth is, we ain't made a dime

since Doc got took.

Whatever he says goes.

There's a pair to draw two.

One snarls and shows his teeth.

The other licks your hand.

I'd be careful of the man with the teeth.

He's got a bite.

And, Jim, I'm just the man

who might yell, "Sic 'em."

Don't get any ideas.

Like what?

Oh, figuring Wells Fargo

might make a deal with you,

the reward for me.

They might even call off the dogs where you're concerned.

After seeing this company you keep,

I can understand the way you think.

But if I know Wells Fargo like I think I do,

they're not about to call the dogs off

on you or me.

I guess not.

I'm certain of it.

Doc?

If this man's gonna ride on a job with us,

we got a right to know something about him.

That sounds reasonable. What do you wanna know?

You're smarter than I am,

I know that,

but he isn't,

and I don't see any reason why

we should split with him.

I do. Isn't that enough?

If you say so, Doc.

Shut up.

No. No, it isn't enough.

Jim, come out here, please.

There seems to be some doubt in Curly's mind

as to your usefulness.

Well, you got a problem, friend?

DOC: Careful, Curly, your greed might get you killed.

Are you yelling, "Sic him," Doc?

DOC: No, this was all Curly's idea.

Suppose we let Curly do his own talking.

I'm glad you feel that way about it.

Why don't you climb on a horse now

and get on out of here?

They say you're fast on the draw, Curly.

Go ahead, make a draw.

You do, Curly, and we'll be short a man.

Thanks, Doc,

but I don't need your help.

Maybe not,

but I need you,

and I'm still running things.

That right, Curly?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right, Doc.

No, it isn't right.

I don't like to leave things

hanging up in the air.

Don't presume on my friendship, Jim.

I don't intend to, Doc.

Curly's got a point.

Maybe I'd better show him

just how useful I can be.

Is that useful enough?

Yeah, and that ain't bad, either.

JIM: Doc rode away every day with those glasses

strung around his neck.

There was something big in the wind,

but it sure wasn't blowing my way.

I could feel Curly's eyes boring into my back

every move I made.

That Doc,

for a man who likes to talk

as much as he does,

he can sure keep things to himself.

What do you suppose he's up to?

When he wants you to know,

he'll tell you.

I suppose.

I hope it's a big one like the Marysville job.

What about Marysville?

Doc was doing time for it.

Must have been a big one.

Bet y'all put up quite a hand, huh?

You wanna know something?

We ain't seen a cent of that.

Doc stashed it.

He's smarter than I thought he was.

You all grind the corn...

he gets the mash.

JIM: I couldn't hear what they were saying,

but those dollar signs were in their eyes.

I had them talking about the Marysville money,

and that was a start.

Now,

we got just two hours to go,

and I don't want any mistakes.

Now, the train will arrive here,

give or take a few minutes,

at 3:40.

JIM: Wells Fargo was handling the payroll

for every mine in the valley,

$20,000 worth.

They were after that train, and I was in on it.

DOC: All right, Curly, Tibbs,

you know what to do, go ahead.

Jim, pick up the horses.

CURLY: All right, drop your gun.

Are you all right, Tibbs?

Yeah, I'm all right.

We better hurry, Doc. That's right.

They're certain to have heard those shots in town.

There'll be a posse after us before you know it.

Don't worry about it.

You and Curly bring that box down here.

Jim!

JIM: That's right. Jim Hollis.

You didn't expect to see me out of the pen

so soon, did you?

No. No, I didn't.

There's a small matter of ego involved here, friend.

Jim Hollis didn't plan this.

I did, Doc Bell.

Let's go, boys.

He's hurt pretty bad, Doc.

Well, lay him down over here

and get my bag.

How bad is he, Doc?

No bones broken.

He's lost some blood,

and the bullet's still in there.

Look, I know you're squeamish.

Curly, you don't have to help.

This no job for an amateur.

We'll see who's an amateur.

Why don't you let me take him into town?

Nobody knows me.

We can get him a real doctor.

If gangrene sets in that arm of yours, Tibbs,

you're gonna lose it,

or maybe your life with it.

He's right, Doc.

Just take me to the edge of town

and dump me.

I'll make my way to a doctor.

You still don't believe me, do you?

During the war, I handled as many

as 50 gunshot wounds in a single day.

Now, just hold him so he doesn't jump.

JIM: When I saw the manner in which Doc Bell

operated on Tibbs Mercer,

I knew then he'd told the truth

when he said he was a doctor,

for here was a surgeon at work.

There it is,

5,000 for each of you.

Boy, ain't that pretty?

You know, as ugly as you are, Tibbs,

them dance-hall girls in Dodge

will be fighting over you.

You know, it seems a shame in a way,

doesn't it, Jim?

How do you mean?

This money represents a month's wages

for all the miners who work by the sweat of their bodies.

Curly here will spend his trying to make

eight the hard way.

Tibbs has a weakness for women.

Not me.

I'm not gonna spread mine around.

You listen to him, men.

Jim reasons things out.

This money will be hotter than the middle tail of Hades.

I wanna spend mine while I'm still young enough

to enjoy it.

You might not ever get the chance.

Well, I'm gonna give it a try.

Wells Fargo has got the serial number

of every bill here.

They're just hoping we'll start spending.

You seem to know an awful lot about it.

It's not the first time I robbed them.

How do you think I wound up in jail?

Suppose you worry about you

and let me take care of myself?

The love of money is the root of all evil.

CURLY: I never knew you to have any objections

to it before, Doc.

I refer to the love of money,

not money per se.

That fancy talk

don't go down anymore.

Pearls before swine, Jim.

Me, I've got a healthy respect

for a Wells Fargo detective himself.

We're not finished yet, you know, Doc?

As far as I'm concerned, we are.

Curly is talking about the money

we got coming from the Marysville job.

Maybe you were thinking of running out

on us, eh, Doc?

You believe that, Tibbs?

Well, Curly says.

You listen to Curly,

and you'll wind up in jail.

You know what that means, Tibbs?

They give you a cell six feet wide

and ten feet long.

I've seen men...

Big men, strong men, like yourself...

Start beating their head against the wall

out of sheer loneliness.

You stay out of this, Jim.

What you do with your cut

of this last job's your own business.

We're talking about something else.

Don't you think I better keep it for you?

You'll spend this and need more.

No. We want it now.

All right. It's not here, you know.

CURLY: I know that. We almost tore

the place apart huntin' it.

Sounds like they don't trust you, Doc.

It's got to be hid somewhere close by.

They picked you up at the foot of the mountain.

I'll have to go into town to get it.

You mean you hid it in town?

DOC: The obvious is sometimes the most advantageous,

right, Jim?

Leave me out of it, Doc.

I've got all that's coming to me right here.

I had no part of the Marysville job.

CURLY: I might've had you wrong all along, Jim.

I guess I did.

I thought you were declaring yourself in

for a cut of that Marysville money.

Forget it, Curly.

You had grounds for suspicions.

DOC: Goodbye, Jim.

It's not goodbye,

just so long.

I've got a hunch we'll all get together again

real soon.

All right. Now, let's go get that money.

JIM: Doc wasn't about to lead those men to the money,

and I knew it.

There was one way in

and one way out of town.

I figured him to be using the way out.

We'd better not go through town together.

It will attract too much attention.

You boys wait here.

You go ahead, Doc,

but don't try anything,

because if you do, there's not a rock

big enough for you to hide under.

DOC: Hyah.

What if somebody spots him?

We'll hear the shots.

If that happens, we head back to the mountain.

He's sure taking a long time.

Shut up.

How much longer do we have to wait?

I said shut up.

JIM: Are you going somewhere, Doc?

You disappoint me, Jim.

I hardly expected you to rob a friend.

And what are you doing?

I told you before, they're acquaintances.

Now I've got to disappoint you.

You see, I haven't got the money.

What gives you the idea I'm after your money?

That's your idea.

Then why wait here like this?

You're a smart man, Doc.

I'm not exactly stupid.

Together, we could make a great team.

With you cutting in on the Marysville money?

JIM: No.

Only what we earn...

together.

We could go a long way.

Clear across the Rio Grande, Jim.

You really mean that? You really don't want

any of that bank haul for yourself?

That much, I'll swear to.

Then let's go get it.

Sometimes the obvious

has the most advantage.

They've been walking over this

for more than six months.

There's no substitute for brains, Jim.

We're not making any deals this time, Doc!

It's you or the money!

Stay with me all the way, Jim,

and we'll split down the middle.

We got no quarrel with you, Jim!

Climb on your horse and go!

All we can do is wait till nightfall.

He's not gonna wait till then

There's just a chance I can outsmart him.

Curly!

You already got Doc!

I've got no business in this quarrel!

I'm coming out!

That split still goes, Jim.

No, it doesn't, Doc.

I'll take it all.

I knew I couldn't trust those scum,

but I prided myself on my judgment of you.

I thought you were honest.

You were right.

My name's Jim Hardie.

I work for Wells Fargo.

Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle.

JIM: Doc Bell was returned to Angel's Island

to serve the remainder of his twelve years

with five more added on.

I recommended to the authorities

he be allowed to practice medicine inside the prison.

And in later years,

his fame as a surgeon

spread throughout California

and the rest of this country.

For the 17 years he spent in prison,

he performed many operations,

both inside, and on special occasions,

he gave added life to those on the outside.

Doc Bell,

this was his story.

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for another exciting chapter

from the Tales of Wells Fargo.