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Heeyah! Heeyah!

NARRATOR: Tales of Wells Fargo.

MAN: Heeyah, heeyah!

Heeyah!

JIM: My name is Jim Hardie.

I work for Wells Fargo.

And in the course of a year

I cover a lot of territory.

Right now I'm on my way back

to division headquarters in San Francisco.

Will you look at that now?

Just look at that.

There's some small stuff in there

for you, Dave.

I'm going across to the stage driver's

retreat for a bite.

Hey, Martin,

looks like you mighta had

an interesting trip, huh?

You'll find out.

Do you think she's an actress

or something, Mr. Hardie?

She's the prettiest thing

I ever saw in my whole life.

She's prettier than a cut glass chandelier.

Looks to me like somebody ought to

help her down out of that coach.

Welcome to Mesa City, ma'am.

Wells Fargo would like to...

I'm sorry.

I supposed I should have knocked.

No need to apologize, friend.

Maybe she ain't glad to be here, but I am.

Mind giving me a hand out of this wagon?

Sure.

Thanks, friend. What's the name?

Hardie, Jim Hardie.

Hardie.

Oh, yeah, yeah,

you're a kind of a detective

for the express company.

I'm a detective myself.

Pete Gerson, San Francisco Police Department.

Nice to know you.

You're workin' a long way from home.

What happened?

Some people tried to take

my prisoner away from me.

As you can see, I've still got her.

And I intend to keep her.

She doesn't look that dangerous to me.

You don't know what's behind this.

With her testimony, we're going to convict

one of the biggest political crooks

that ever tried to take over a city.

You'll never get that testimony from me.

We'll see.

Is... is there a doctor in this town?

Right up the street.

Something wrong?

Yeah.

You might say that.

I've got to talk to your clerk.

Is there anything I can do for you, ma'am?

No.

Mr. Hardie, will you come here a minute?

This man wants to consign that woman to us.

Your prisoner?

For delivery to San Francisco.

We can't do that, can we?

Wells Fargo claims

they'll handle anything.

He's right.

We've never turned anything down yet.

But a woman!

Well, she will make a pretty nice-looking

consignment, all right.

Tell me,

why do you wanna do this?

Well, I have a feeling something

might happen to me.

Here?

If it don't, I'll travel with her,

but I wanna consign her anyway.

Well, it looks like he's got us, Dave.

Go in there and make out a shipping bill.

Here, it's signed. You make it out.

I thought I'd go over to the cafe

for something to eat.

What would you like?

Give me the keys of these cuffs, mister.

Take your hands off...

Don't nobody try nothin'.

This fella's all right, Mr. Hardie.

Well, that's too bad.

This one isn't.

He's dead.

You seem to be causing

an awful lot of trouble, ma'am.

We'll leave here as soon as the driver

finishes eating.

And we won't need these.

You're terribly sure of yourself, aren't you?

Am I taking a chance?

You'll never get me to San Francisco.

I know.

You've got friends and your friends have got money.

Money buys everything, including murder.

We'll leave 'em off anyway till we need them,

then we can always put 'em back on.

But you remember one thing,

you're part of the express being shipped by Wells Fargo

from here to San Francisco.

It's my job to accompany that express

and see that it reaches its destination.

Looks like you sent a boy

to do a man's job.

Who are you?

Charlie Ivo from Wyoming.

You think you could do any better?

Hmm. You know it.

Well, you can have what he was going to get,

a thousand dollars.

Times two.

All right, but not here.

I don't care where I work.

We'll follow the stage out of town.

I'm going to pick up a couple of men.

Bring them along if you want.

It'll be somebody to talk to.

Here you go, Martin. Okay. All right.

When will you be back this way again, Mr. Hardie?

Hard to say, Dave.

A couple of months maybe.

Take care of yourself.

Thank you, Dave.

I'll be back here, Martin.

We'll take off whenever you're ready.

Okay. Hop, you birds!

Heeyah!

No hurry.

They can't hide that stagecoach in a hole.

Give them a little time.

Let them think they've got it easy.

MARTIN: Heeyah, heeyah!

You've been watching back there, Mr. Hardie?

Yeah.

They've been following us for quite a while.

Trouble maybe? Because of her?

I said you would never get me to San Francisco.

I'm beginning to think you don't like

good company, ma'am.

Move out, Marty.

I'm sure glad you're with me.

Come on, you birds.

That lead mare has got a loose shoe, Pop.

Take a look at it while she's here, will you?

And that harness needs checking, some of it.

It must be pretty hot in the coach, miss,

maybe you wanna come out for a little while.

But don't try running away.

I don't need to run away.

Oh, yes, I forgot.

You got friends who are gonna take care of you.

How do you think?

They don't want us to get close.

That's good figuring.

We can wait 'em out.

They got to leave that relay station

sooner or later.

Well, I've waited as long as I'm going to.

We're going to settle this thing now.

Get her out of that coach and over behind the barn.

Hurry up. Come on.

Why did you shoot? Are you afraid?

I'm just warning those friends of yours

not to get too close.

But they got rifles.

The best I can do is a shotgun

the guard left.

Come in handy

if they get close, though.

I'm not putting you in that kind

of a spot, Marty.

I'm getting out of here

and I'm taking her with me... on foot.

On foot?

Only ten miles to Colby's place.

We'll make it, all right.

Maybe it's a good idea.

Look, right around the barn there is a ravine,

it'll give you good cover for about a mile.

Take this.

Fire just long enough to let us

get a good start,

then let them come on in here.

Tell them we left on horseback.

Oh, Mr. Hardie,

there won't be no horses at Colby's place.

Maybe I'll swing by there tomorrow

on my way back from Prado.

We'll be there, Martin.

I tell you, there's no use looking around here.

They're gone.

They rode off just before you came in.

You're lying.

I came through here yesterday and there were

no other horses here but these stagecoach nags.

Why bother with him anyway

when the answer is so simple,

they're afoot.

They wouldn't be going back,

so they must be heading west.

Hardie ain't got a chance

of getting that girl away.

All we have to do is to go out there

and pick him up.

There's only one man and one gun.

We'll split up.

We know the direction they're going

and where they're headed for.

All right. In that case, I'll ride on ahead.

If they get past you and the boys,

I'll pick him up when they least expect it.

We're gonna have to climb that hill.

Oh, I won't do it!

Yes, you will.

You better hang on to this.

You might want it

when you get to San Francisco.

Now, why did we have to do that?

Will you just tell me why?

Make it a little harder on those friends

of yours back there.

Besides that, there's a nice cool lake

down at the bottom of this hill.

Oh, you mean we're going down now?!

Be easier than coming up.

You know what I think of you?

You better not tell me.

You have no right to do this to me.

You can sue me when we get

to San Francisco.

Come on.

Right now, right this minute?

I can't. My feet are killing me.

I'm not used to this type of thing.

When we get to the lake you can take your shoes

and stockings off and soak your feet

in the cool water. Oh, I will not.

Yes, you will.

Come on.

Wasn't that worth the walk down the hill?

Hmm. I don't ever want to leave this place.

You'll never get me to take another step.

Are you wanted for anything in San Francisco?

What do you mean?

Gerson traveled a long way to arrest you.

They want me for a witness, that's all.

What do you think I am?

I've been wondering about that.

I'm no criminal, if that's what you're asking.

Then why don't you want to go back?

Because they want to use me to...

crucify a fine, generous man.

A man named Pollard?

I took this off of Gerson.

He was gonna take it back to his family.

It says here that...

William Pollard is being held

for bribery, coercion,

embezzlement, and murder.

That's a lot of things to be held for.

Oh, it's all a pack of lies.

There's a clipping from another paper.

Pollard's secretary was shot

in front of his home.

Seems he was one of the witnesses

against Pollard.

Lies. All of those papers, all lies.

I take it he was a friend of yours.

He is and I'm proud of it.

He was very good to me.

He was kind.

Well, you're a pretty girl.

It's not hard for a man to be kind to a pretty girl,

but he may not be that way with everyone else.

You can't say anything about him to me.

Nobody can.

Well, I don't know him.

All I know is what I read in the papers about him.

That's not very good and there's a lot of people

seem to agree with it.

How did you get to know him

in the first place? Why?

I'm just curious.

I'm a singer.

I worked in his cafe.

And he liked you?

I only worked for him a few months.

He only knew me for a few months.

Now, what can you make out of that?

Well, I can't make anything out of it,

but evidently, the San Francisco police can.

Just because I was with Mr. Pollard

the night Tom Sheldon was killed.

But you see, with what they know

and with what you know,

they put it all together,

they build up a case against him.

Well, they'll never get it.

Suit yourself.

As for me, I don't like him.

I don't like any man that hires murderers.

If you're trying to change my mind about him,

you're wasting your time.

I got plenty of time.

Ah!

Are you in love with Pollard?

Oh, what a question to ask

at a time like this!

Are you? No, I'm not!

You sure?

I'm positive.

Can't a girl be loyal to a man

without being in love with him?

I don't know.

Hey, it's a good thing it's hot out.

You can just let those clothes dry right on you.

Yes, it is a good thing.

Are you all right?

Yes, but why all the fighting?

Well, why don't you ask your friend?

Get your stuff together. We'll get out of here.

He's gonna be out for a little while.

You know what's happening?

What?

They're trying to kill you.

Oh, that's ridiculous. Is it?

You think they don't know who they're shooting at?

What do you think of your friend Pollard now?

Oh, Mr. Pollard has nothing to do with it.

Well, who do you think they're working for?

Oh, no, no. It's a mistake.

Mr. Pollard wouldn't stand for it.

When are you gonna see him in his true light?

He's a thief and a murderer.

Huh? You're in the same position

that secretary was in before he was killed.

I will not believe it.

All right.

I've had my say

and I think your sense of loyalty

is a little stronger than your common sense.

Let's go.

Well,

you're taking real good care of that girl,

ain't you, Hardie?

And I aim to keep right on doing it.

I can't say as I blame you.

She's worth a lot of money.

She is? How much?

Five thousand.

Dead or alive? Well, now,

there is people that don't never wanna see her

go to San Francisco, that's for sure.

But you and me, Hardie,

we could split that money.

What makes you think we'd ever collect it?

If we both went to San Francisco for it,

what makes you think we wouldn't?

Think about it now, Hardie.

Money is mighty hard to come by these days

and that's a lot of it.

All I want is the money Wells Fargo pays me.

Now, you ain't gonna turn me down.

Yes, sir. I am.

Now, you know I ain't the kind

to give up anything I've ever started.

It'd be the sensible thing to do.

And I ain't never done a sensible thing

in my whole life.

You ready to go, Mr. Hardie?

We're all ready, Martin.

I better get up where I belong.

What about you, Ellen?

Yes.

What about me, Mr. Hardie?

You scared?

Mm-hmm.

But I'll go back and testify,

if you'll go with me.

I work for Wells Fargo, remember?

We take on a consignment,

we promise to deliver it

all the way.