All language subtitles for The Tall Target (Mann_ Anthony 1951)_BDRip.1080p.x264.AAC_EN

Mr. Gannon.

Mr. Gannon! Running orders.

I know, Mr. Crowley.

Not these!
You never had the like of this.

9:16 pm, it says here.

February 22, 1861.

"Born to civil unrest.

"All trains will operate with caution
and reduced speed.

"Effective immediately."

You can thank the radical Republicans!

This boiler will never
run on time again.

A fine way to run a railroad!

A fine way to run a country!

Republicans are secessionists.

My aim is to bring the Flyer
into Washington depot at 9 am.

If the Good Lord is willing.

Good Lord may be willing.
But that order to slow down

was signed by P.J. Donovan,
division manager.

Inspector Reilly, New York police.

I am looking for a man.

What's he wanted for?

He's not. He's a friend of mine.

I'm seeing him off.

I've got his ticket and his baggage.

How long before the gates open?

- Another 15 minutes.
- Oh.

Berth 7 Car 42.

Why don't you go
keep your seat warm, inspector?

Oh, much obliged.

Tell me his name.
Nd I'll keep an eye out for him.

His name is Kennedy. John Kennedy.

How much longer?

Listen, Kennedy.
I told him you're waiting.

Tell him again.
My train leaves in an hour.

He said he'd call you. He's busy now.

Oh.

So I hear.

Hey! Where are you going?
Get back here.

Now, see here, Kennedy.

I want my report back.

Your report?

Well, there's your report.

And it's hogwash!

Everyone in the department
says it's hogwash.

This report was confidential
to you, Mr. Stroud.

Except for the copy I sent
to the Secretary of War.

When you're Superintendent, you can
decide what's confidential around here.

And who are you to go direct
to the War Department?

For the last time, will you
take action, Mr. Stroud?

If you don't, there'll be
a shooting in Baltimore tomorrow

that'll blow this country apart.

- What's this?
- Hogwash!

There's still time, Mr. Stroud.

Have you seen the evening paper?

"The President-elect plans
to spend tonight in Harrisburg,

"leaving early by special train
for Baltimore.

"where he intends to make a speech

"before continuing to Washington
for his inauguration."

Will you telegraph?

No!

Wait a minute, son.

It wouldn't be the new president who's
been picked for the shooting, would it?

It would. During his speech tomorrow.

If you're sure of that,

I'll go to Baltimore myself.

That's one speech
I wouldn't want to miss.

Are you certain
there's nothing to it, Simon?

Sgt. Kennedy was detailed
for two days to guard Abe Lincoln

when he was electioneering
in New York last fall.

He thinks he still on the assignment.

Well, I've got to be on my way.

- I've got a train to make myself.
- Good luck to you, Colonel.

Don't stand next to
Lincoln tomorrow, Caleb.

You never can tell when them
sharpshooters will miss.

Good luck to you, Sergeant!

I take to a man who stands up
for what he believes in.

Even if it is hogwash.

I'm going to Baltimore tonight.

I'll get to someone in authority.

You'll cut across channels.
And I'll bust you!

I'll save you the trouble.

Papers!

Read all about the new president.

Get your paper here!

Jeff Davis sworn in.

Papers!

Rail splitter splits union.

Papers! Papers!

Read all about it.

The new President.

Get your paper here.

Jeff Davis sworn in.

Papers!

Rail splitter splits union!

Read all about it!

Get your paper here.

Jeff Davis sworn in!

Read all about it!

Company!

Halt!

At ease!

Tickets, please. All tickets, please.

Here you are, conductor.

These toy soldiers yours?

Poughkeepsie's finest.

How about putting him in their box?

You're holding up my passengers.

Take over, sergeant.

Tickets, please.

Last car.

Last car.

Papers! Papers! Read all about it.

Lincoln. What's his first name?

Abraham.

Telegram his mansion. Harrisburg, PA.

Papers!

Rail splitter splits union.

Read all about the new president.

Paper here!

Jeff Davis sworn in.

$1.30, please.

Night Flyer train for Washington.

Going south now on Track 1.

Train New Brunswick, Trenton…

Show your tickets, please.

All tickets, please.

Tickets.

I am Mrs. Charlotte Alsop.
You may have read my books.

I'll be with you
all the way to Washington.

Traveling is such an ordeal
these days, isn't it?

Nothing – absolutely nothing – short of
an appointment with the new president

could induce me to take this trip.

Now that I'm on my way,

I intend to tell him a thing or two
about his shilly-shallying.

Cabin B. Car 27, Mrs. Alsop.

Doesn't Mr. Lincoln know that
seven states have seceded already?

For heaven sakes,
what is the man waiting for?

He's waiting to be inaugurated.

- What are you waiting for, lady?
- Cabin B.

I say Mr. Lincoln must take a firm stand
against slavery once and for all.

Now don't you agree?

As far as I'm concerned, madame,

the new president is
Jefferson Davis from Mississippi.

Secessionist!

Keep the line moving, please.

Pardon me, conductor.

Did an Inspector Reilly leave tickets
for Kennedy? John Kennedy?

Kennedy? John Kennedy?

Berth 7 Car 42.

Go right on through.

You'll find Inspector Reilly aboard.

He's got your ticket.

Thank you.

Tickets, please.

Right this way, please.

Car 27.

Car 43.

Tickets, please.

Tickets.

I beg your pardon.

I'm looking for the man
who was carrying this the valise.

He has my ticket. Did you see him?

I'm afraid not.

He must've been here.

He left the bag.

Wooo!

What was it? Are we moving now?

Each state has the right
to do as it pleases.

I'm from Carolina myself.

And I'm going back home
to look after my tobacco.

Pardon me, gentlemen.
Did either of you see a man...

Because if that black Republican

ever sets foot in the White House,
it's war, sir.

- Unmitigated war!
- You, sir.

Did you see the man over here?

I'll wager he never reaches Washington.

Too many people are gunning for hm.

I'm missing someone.
I'm in here in section 7.

He'll show up once were moving.
They usually do.

But he isn't going with me.
He has my ticket.

Then you better get off
and buy another one.

If there's any left, you can
turn it into the conductor.

In case your man shows up.
But you'll have to hurry.

Thank you.

Reilly? Tim Reilly.

Ten o'clock Night Flyer Express
for Washington, Track 2.

All aboard!

Night Flyer Express for Washington.

And points south now ready on Track 2.

Train for New Brunswick…

Sorry, the window's closed.

No more tickets.

No more tickets, sir.

Excuse me. I've gotta
get a ticket to Philadelphia.

Closed.

What's the matter?
No more room on the train?

I gotta get to Philadelphia!

I must have one more ticket
for my brother Lt. Beaufort.

If it's skirts that influence you,
I've got dozens of them right here.

I gotta be in Wilmington tomorrow
morning to show them to a buyer.

Since when does a drummer
take priority over an officer?

I must have that ticket.

A hundred dollars?

I can't make change, Miss.

I don't want any change.

If that's the last space,
I'd like to take it.

New York Police Department.

I beg your pardon.

- No more room on the train.
- You'll be more than sorry.

Good thing I found it.

Hey, Ginny. What's going on here?

This man took your ticket.

Ginny, I have my own ticket.

I'm old enough now
to take care of myself you know.

Must all you New Yorkers
be so insufferably boorish?

I'm sorry, mister.
But this is police business.

I don't believe you're
a policeman at all.

Show me your badge.

Next time try the one about
your dying grandmother!

Take your place. Let me in line.

Your money, "Inspector."

Hey, you!

Giddy-up there.

Whoa! Whoa!

Giddy-up there. Whoa, whoa!

Whoa!

Lady, are you sure you didn't see
the man who was holding my seat for me?

Quite sure.

- He was about 50. Wore glasses.
- I'm sorry.

You mean the man who left that bag?

I saw him.

Where did he go?

- What will you give me if I tell you?
- Winfield!

How about a nice three cent piece?

- The man went away.
- Where?

I don't know. Just away.

Giddy-up there. Whoa, whoa!

Come on. Giddy-up there.

Have the accommodations
for Evans. F and G.

There'll be three of us.

My husband is getting aboard
at Philadelphia with his doctor.

He's very ill.

He had a seizure this morning.

We must get him home to Charleston.

Oh, yes. I have a letter
from the president of the railroad.

Excuse me.

Just a minute.

We'll appreciate as much quiet
as possible at this end of the car.

Oh.

I'll see to it personally, Mrs. Gibbons.

Ticket, mister.

It's back in the Car 42.

Yes. I'll catch you in a few minutes.

Fire tilt.

Sgt. Kennedy, New York police.

Did you see or hear a struggle, madame?

I seen or heard nothing.

There must've been at least two men.

One was around 50. Wore glasses.
Had florid face.

I left specific instructions.

I was not to be disturbed!

Good night.

"When the South Carolina militia
captured the federal post,

"they tore down your Stars & Stripes.

"And ran up their own Palmetto flag.

"Re-dress this indignity if you dare.

"But no. You have submitted
to it for two months.

"And you will submit forever."

Why it's outrageous!

The man should be horsewhipped!

George Kelvin is a windbag

What is he doing in the Senate anyways?

I thought Texas had
seceded from the Union.

You mean the Union
has succeeded from Texas, ma'am.

Well!

I see you had your way.

You didn't say you're going
to be on this train, Colonel.

Well, there's only one train south
at night, son.

You look as if you need a drink!

- Come on in.
- No, thank you.. Maybe later.

Well, you're welcome anytime.

We got the longest bar in the world –
New York to Baltimore!

Baltimore? You’re going to Baltimore?

Yes. Didn't you see my Zouaves?

We're in they procession tomorrow.

And if there's going to be any shooting,

let's hope they wait until we pass.

Woo-wo-woo woo!

Woo-wo-woo woo!

Woo woo woo!

Madame, were being driven mad.

Will you have the kindness
to make that child of yours shut up?

Wo-wo-wo-woo woo!

Woo-wo-woo!

Winfield!

Want something?

My coat and my seat
if you're through with them.

Are you sure you have the right car?

That's my coat. Take it off!

Your coat? What coat?

We got a fight going on here?

I don't know.

My name is John Kennedy.

This is Berth 7 Car 42, isn't it?

That's my ticket and my coat.

Berth 7 Car 42.

John Kennedy.

- Well, let me see your ticket.
- That's my ticket.

This galute's crazy.

I'm John Kennedy.

You got some identification, Mr. Kennedy?

That's my letter and my gun.

You got some identification too?

Certainly.

"To my son John Kennedy
from his loving father,

"on this occasion of his graduation from

"Saint Anthony school. June 25, 1845."

It's not such a rare name.

I'll concede there could
be two John Kennedys.

There's only one ticket.

And it's mine.

Look, conductor. You remember me.

I came through the gate asking
for a man by the name of Reilly.

And you didn't have a ticket. You said –

You two argue this out between you.

All I know is that
I'm sleeping here tonight.

Will you see that
the berth is made up?

I'm going out for a smoke.

Now, look, mister. I am a conductor.

My business is to collect tickets.

And if you haven't got one,
you get off this train in New Brunswick.

There's an army officer
in the other car.

Col. Jeffers. He'll identify me.

All right.

If he doesn't, you've got a long walk.

Come in.

Well, this is a happy surprise.

I was afraid it was gonna
have to drink alone.

Sorry to bother you, Colonel.

But this man claims that
you can identify him.

Of course! He's Sgt. Kennedy
at the New York police.

Well, now that were acquainted,
let's have a drink.

There still no space left.

And he still hasn't got a ticket.

Here! Hold this.

The quartermaster had me
buy two tickets for this cabin.

I'm traveling alone.

He might as well use the extra one.

- I owe you an apology, Sergeant.
- Forget it.

And let that smooth-talking rascal
sleep in Berth 7 Car 42?

Not on my train!

Let him sleep where he is.

Not while I'm conductor.

I'll handle this.

This is police business.

Mister, have a drink.

Not while I'm on duty.

Oh, come on. Come on.
This is a tonic.

Here. I'll get you some water.

Not dilute its medicinal value.

Thanks, Colonel.

It's working.

Fortune like they say?
There's a fickle game.

Until this morning,
I was plain Mr. Caleb Jeffers.

Delivered my state precinct.

Traded a few votes for a few favors,
give or take.

Tonight I'm Col. Jeffers
of the Poughkeepsie Zouaves.

You heard what I said
in Stroud's office.

You're a straight ticket man.
The same is he is.

Why are you helping me?

Mind you. I don't say that
Simon Stroud was wrong.

But he could be.

I'll admit that old Abe is the last man
I ever wanted to see in the White House.

But I don't hold with violence.

Why not?

It's the only way the Democrats
can get another election.

You don't know voters.

Killing Lincoln would
make a martyr out of him.

Then they'd put the Republicans
in for the next 20 years

to salve their consciences.

Incidentally, uh…

What's in this business for you?

You don't have to tell me, son.

A man has a right to his ambition.

And it's a good gamble.

Mr. Lincoln puts more value
on his life than a sergeant's pay.

It's more than a gamble.

A friend of mine named Reilly
was murdered aboard this train tonight.

The man who killed him thought
he was getting rid of me.

Somebody doesn't want
me to get to Baltimore.

The party who took over your berth?

Or whoever is paying him.

Right now, I need a gun.

Can I borrow yours?

I don't know. With a person's firearms,
a man could get hurt.

You never can tell when you need a shot.

No more.

I've still got to find a gun.

Be careful.

It's loaded.

Oh, I'm interested in guns.

Lance is very proud of those pieces.

They were his father's.

I see he hunts too.

Why, yes.
Lance is a mighty good shot.

Tell me. Is he going to get off
in Baltimore or going on through?

Oh, he's going all the way
to Atlanta with us.

What is it, Rachel?

This man's interested in your guns,
Mr. Beaufort.

Oh, he is?

This is it.

Two killings for the price of one, huh?

There wouldn't have to be
if you'd mind your own business.

Have a smoke?

You hand off cigars to all your victims?

It gives them something
to do with their hands.

Three minutes stop. New Brunswick.

This is where we get off.

Wrong side, Mr. Kennedy.

Get your pillows!

Down toward the engine, Mr. Kennedy.

Papers!

Papers! Papers!

Get your pillows!

Papers!

Who wants something?

This is good.

Mind if I smoke this now?

I don't like to see
fine tobacco go to waste.

Go ahead.

I'm waiting for the whistle.

Aboard!

Red Flag. Washington. And points south.

All passengers, BOARD!

Who's giving you orders?

Who is it?

Talk! Who is it?

No! Noo! NO!

Did you hear that?

Come on.

Who is it?

He's in Car 27!

Hold the train, Mr. Gannon!

Who is it?

Kennedy.

You don't need a doctor.

Just a long box.

- Who did it?
- I did.

May I pull the task pail, Mr. Crowley?

Go ahead.

Hold it, Mr. Gannon.

Can I see you for a moment, please?

I'm Col. Caleb Jeffers
of the 6th Zouaves.

Here are my orders.

Orders or no orders, Colonel.

The country's not under military law.

Not yet.

The sheriff will want
to ask you some questions.

The Provost Marshal
in Baltimore can answer them.

My men and I
need to parade there tomorrow.

This is Sgt. Kennedy
of the New York police.

I'll vouch for him.

The Inaugural Express is
due in Baltimore in 10 hours.

Sgt. Kennedy and I are preceding it.

We expected trouble. But not so soon.

Well, what will I do with him?

Put him on ice until you hear
from the War Department.

Pretty fast talking, Colonel.

Pretty fast riding for me.

Pretty fancy shooting too, for anyone.

So, Sarge. You want to hit me?

That's the cabdriver's take.

The important thing is I plugged him.

Yeah, thanks.

You told me you didn't have a gun.

I didn't.

I had to borrow this
from one of my men.

What for?

For you.

Ain't much of a pistol.

One shot and you're through.

Or the other fellow is.

Bullets?

There. They may come in handy.

You know I don't know anything
about a plot against Lincoln's life.

But there certainly seems
to be one against yours.

You have to have a nightcap.

I've got work to do.

I'll have one myself. I could use it.

Hogwash, huh?

That's what Simon Stroud called it.

Do you mind if I read it too?

I don't see why not?
Everyone else has.

Two weeks ago, I was sent
to Baltimore in a routine assignment.

I didn't find our suspect.

They turned up a better one.

- See that man?
- Mmm-hmm.

His name is Fernandina.

The first time I met him was
in his barber shop.

At the Barnum Hotel.
He was giving me a shave.

He never stopped talking politics.

He said the elections were crooked.

And if that man lived
or set in the White House,

he'd split the country
and bring on a war.

Well, you don't have to go to Baltimore
to hear talk like that.

Something in the way he spoke
made me listen.

I made friends with him.

One night he took me to a secret society
he was mixed up with.

When I heard what was going on,
I joined up.

Secret password, it says here.

"Dagger on a Bible."

It reminds me of when I was a young one.
A very young one.

That's the way it struck me too –
until I heard the rest of it.

They've got numbers. Hundreds.

Maybe thousands.

Southern hotheads I suppose.

Add a few cool ones from the North.

Well, it seems to me
you've got a case after all.

By the way, did you learn anything

from our departed friend
back in New Brunswick?

He admitted he had
a contact in the Car 27.

But he wasn't under oath.

Worse. He was under the wheels.

Not much to go on. But it's a start.

You play whist?

Yeah, why?

There's nothing like a two-handed
card game to attract onlookers.

Let's go back to the parlor.

These observations
will be of great importance

when I present my views to Mr. Lincoln.

And for my new book as well.
I'm writing another…

Watch the aisle a moment.

Mrs. Stowe isn't the only literary lady
in New England.

But no one can say that
I'm not equally permissive.

I sure I'm very grateful for allowing me
to talk to your slave, Miss Beaufort.

After all,
I've never talked to a slave before.

We don't have them in Boston you know.

Oh, it's quite all right, Mrs. Alsop.

I'm sure the experience is as novel
for Rachel as it is for you.

Oh!

Have you lost something, Mrs. Alsop?

My – my jottings. My literary jottings.

I must've missed placed them somewhere.

Pardon me.

Pardon me.

Do you mind, Mr. Ogden?

I'm sure you're sitting
on my jottings.

Oh!

No jottings.

I must have left them in my cabin.

Pardon me.

Pardon me, please.

Oh, Mrs. Alsop.

Yes.

Your jottings.

Oh, dear. I was sitting on them!

Thank you so much.

You must forgive me.
I'm such a scatter-brain.

I'm always losing my jottings.

My husband tells me
they're strewn all over Boston.

Now let me see. Where were we?

Oh, tell me, my dear.

How does it feel being beaten?

They did beat you, of course?

Yes, of course.

Rachel, don't be so absurd.

They did too, Miss Ginny.

Remember the Christmas ball
when we slid down the banister together?

You forget to tell, Mrs. Alsop.

We were ten years old.

They spanked me too.

That didn't make me hurt any less.

Now there's one question more.

If you slaves were free,
would you go back to Africa to live?

Madame!

Don't interrupt, Lance.

Mrs. Alsop is going
to put Rachel in a book.

Something along the lines
of Uncle Tom's Cabin.

She is, if she?

Oh, I don't mind, Mr. Lance.

Africa?

Oh, I don't think so.

It seems such a long ways off.

And I don't know anybody there.

I've lived in Tall Trees all my life.

Well, you'll change your mind –
the day slavery is abolished.

When you know what freedom is.

I know what it is.

And now, Mrs. Alsop.

If you've pried sufficiently
into our benighted Southern affairs,

I'm sure my sister
and the maid would like to retire.

Well!

I'll see that your cabin is made up.

Wait a minute, sonny. Wait a minute.

I know you're a West Point lieutenant.

And I'm only a colonel in the militia.

But don't they teach

lieutenants to salute colonels
up there at the point?

I'm sorry, sir.

I've only had my uniform four hours.

And haven't been saluted yet.

You may as well be the first.

Congratulations on your commission,
Colonel.

Come here, sonny.

Oh, excuse me.

Well now, how about that game of whist?

I'm your man. But as I told you, son.

Cards is the invention of the devil.

It must've been invented
on a long train ride.

Well, we can't say this one
has been too dull, can we?

What with the shooting
back there in New Brunswick.

Does anyone know
who the man was who was shot?

I wish I knew myself.

Restless times.

Let us hope the country will settle down
after Mr. Lincoln is inaugurated.

I'd inaugurate him–

with a stout rope
from the White House chandelier.

You sound as if you've lost a bet,
friend.

A bet?

We've lost a country, Colonel.

Six months from today,
the United States will be busted.

Ogden's the name. Tom Ogden.

- Hartford. Building supplies.
- Caleb Jeffers.

Trenton, next stop!

Trenton in five minutes.

Last chance for supper
at the station restaurant.

I'm not expecting a boom, mind you.

But I can't share
your extreme pessimism either.

You would if you've
lost as many contracts

as I have in the last two months.

Nobody wants to build
with a war coming on.

Lincoln isn't president yet.

If those firebrands in Baltimore have
their way tomorrow, he never will be.

Your cabin is ready, sir.

Oh, dear.

I do hope we don't run
into violence in Baltimore.

I have an appointment on Pratt Street.

Anything could happen in Baltimore.

It's a nest of secessionists.

I'm getting off at Baltimore too.

If somebody puts a bullet
in Abe Lincoln,

I'll be the first to shake his hand.

That man is heading us
straight into a war.

I wouldn't let Mr. Ogden
get too close to your rifle, mister.

The temptation
might be too much for him.

With one of those newfangled
telescope sights,

he could probably hit Lincoln
from 500 yards off.

Have you tried one of
those new sights, mister?

Not yet.

Well, I guess the shooting
is pretty good in Georgia now.

It'll get better.

Or Baltimore.

If you happen to be
getting off there too.

Just what do you mean, sir?

If the secessionist haven't
repealed it,

there's a law against shooting
a President-elect.

You have to wait till March 4.

I find your tone offensive.

Lance!

I'm aware that
all Southerners are regarded

as criminals
in this part of the country.

And we should be
accustomed to these indignities.

My brother and I
have nothing to conceal.

If we were getting off in Baltimore,
it'd be none of your concern.

But it happens that
we're going through to Atlanta.

Aren't we, Lance?

Of course!

My brother is resigning
from the military academy.

And will wait at Tall Trees
to be called for the colors.

The Confederate colors.

Now is there any other personal
business you want to know?

No. I guess not.

Come see me to my cabin.

Last chance for supper
at the station restaurant.

I guess we won't learn
anything playing whist.

We didn't do too bad.

And by the way, Mr. Ogden
is a likely prospect.

John Kennedy.

Telegram for John Kennedy.

Here!

John Kennedy.

Right here, boy.

- Kennedy?
- That's right.

Telegram, sir.

Here.

Thank you kindly.

Probably from Stroud.

No.

"John Kennedy,
Washington Night Fllyer, en route.

"Regret unable transmit
telegram to A. Lincoln,

Harrisburg, due to
interruption of service.

"Eastern Electric Telegraph Company."

Well, that's that.

Well, maybe you can
get through in Philadelphia.

We'll see.

So you were impressed
with Mr. Ogden, huh?

Weren't you?

He talks big.

He struck me as an explosive character.

He would shoot off
anything but his mouth.

Don't lock the door.

It's snow, by God.

Well, that doesn't surprise me none.

I've had a feeling of rheumatism
in my leg all evening.

- Are you tired?
- A little bit.

Well, you better catch your nap.
I'll sit up.

Thanks, Colonel.

I never could sleep on the train myself.

Might as well make
ourselves comfortable.

The gun is in my jacket just in case.

So you were impressed with Ogden?

Well, now, maybe he wouldn't
shoot Lincoln himself.

Like you say.
But he might hire somebody to do it.

- Like young Beaufort?
- Maybe.

Beaufort is full of strong convictions.
Has a mean temper.

And a rifle with telescope.

He's capable
of killing Lincoln all right.

But not on his own.

Beaufort is a fanatic. Not an organizer.

You may be right though.

He might be
taking orders from someone.

I still say it's Ogden.

No. Ogden is too obvious.

The man who is working
with Fernandina is...

I started to say
the man we want is smoother.

It would take a man of your brains,
Colonel.

I pried the led out of the cartridge.

I told you I wasn't much
of a hand with firearms.

You were back there.

I shouldn't have saved your life.

You shot wild in the steam
because you couldn't see.

But you had nothing to lose.

If you didn't get me, you'd at least
keep your own man from talking.

You overplayed your hand, Colonel.

You're smarter than I figured you to be.

I never underestimated you.

I'm turning you over
to the police in Philadelphia.

Go ahead.

But you better figure
on staying over to testify against me.

I could give you the bullet
you intended for me.

And throw you out the window.

Nobody would know the difference.

There'd be a rope around your neck
as soon as they found me.

We'll wait.

What do you want?

I know you're in this
for everything you get out of it.

Something more
than a police sergeant's pay.

I don't want your money.

Look, son.

I'm a man with a finger
in a lot of pies.

One of them is
Northern cotton mill shares.

You know what will happen
to those mills if war came.

And the supply of raw cotton was
cut off from the South.

I guess I'd have to change to wool.

There are two kinds of people
in this world, Kennedy.

One kind yells their head off.
And doesn't get anywhere.

Like that judge at Ogden.
Or that Mrs. what's her name there.

The fuddy-duddy abolitionist
from Boston.

The other kind keep their mouth shut.

Votes a straight ticket.
And puts out some –

– where it will do some good.

What do you say?

Get your coat.

Change cars at Philadelphia for west.

Philadelphia.

Where can I find Lt. Coulter?

Coulter? He's just about
going off duty now.

I want to see him.

He's at headquarters.
You can catch him there if you hurry.

There isn't that much time.

I'm Sgt. Kennedy
of the New York police.

And I have an important arrest.

What's the charge?

Suspicion of intent to commit murder.

Murder?

I'm Col. Jeffers of the
Poughkeepsie State Zouaves Guard.

Here are my official traveling orders.

This will tel you more about me.

I never argue with law. No, sir.

This is over your head, officer.

Will you get Coulter, please?

This is a personal letter
which will further identify me.

Note the stationary and the signature.

Joseph Grifton, the Secretary of War.

I see.

Now that you've seen my credentials,
I suggest you check on his.

Do you have identification?

Coulter will identify me.

This man must be a lunatic.

He has no badge. No authority.
No right to have me held.

He's been annoying me
ever since he came on the train.

You better get Coulter, officer.
Or else there's gonna be trouble.

They'll be a lot more trouble if I'm
not on the Flyer when she pulls out.

You know who I am.
I'll be in Cabin A Car 27.

Just a minute.

You have 20 minutes, Colonel.

Daniel!

Get Lt Coulter! It's urgent.
He's at headquarters.

Tell him that Sgt Kennedy
of the New York police wants him.

To make an important arrest.

You made a bad mistake, young man.

So? You want the police?

Well, you'll have your wish.

Where do you think you're going?

To send a telegram.

To Superintendent Stroud
of the New York police.

Any objections?

I want to send a telegram to New York.

How long will it be before
I can get an answer?

I'm sorry. But I don't think

you can get an answer
from New York before the Flyer leaves.

It usually takes close to an hour.

But this is most urgent.

Dispatcher's orders for the Flyer
in yet?

Coming in right now.

You sure this is right?

It was repeated twice.

But it can't be.

Hold up the Flyer
for the delivery of a package?

That's what it says.

Dang. Wait till Mr. Gannon
hears about this!

You may get your answer through at that.

The Flyer's being held up.

Good. Well, this message goes

to Superintendent Stroud
of the New York police.

An hour and 20 minutes late!

What kind of a train is this?

You'll pull out
when I tell you to, Mr. Gannon.

We've had our share of trouble

with the raiders
trying to cut us off from the North.

And it's likely they're
out there again tonight.

And you've got
better than 200 souls aboard.

You take my meaning, Mr. Gannon.

- You, Mr. Crowley?
- I have no alternative.

You may give the highball, Mr. Crowley,

as soon as
the package is delivered to you.

Make sure that it gets
into the stationmaster's hands

when you pull into Washington.

We still haven't heard
from the New York police.

We will.

Good to see you, Coulter.

Don't be so sure, John.

This is from Superintendent Stroud.

To Chief of Police, Philadelphia.

"John Kennedy is suspected

"of impersonating an officer
of the New York Police Department.

"of which he's no longer a member,

"He's wanted for questioning
in the death of police Lt. Tim Reilly.

"Please have Kennedy returned
to New York for the next train North.

Signed, Stroud.

Make this easy for me, will you, John?

I suppose it'll do no good –

What if it were the other way around?

All right.

Too bad, John.

But you wanted it that way.

Oh.

I nearly walked off without my property.

You won't need my gun
where you're going.

Maybe I will.

Thanks.

I hate to do this, John.
But let's get it over with.

I have to be back here at dawn
to put a detail on the yard.

The Inauguration Special

is coming through Baltimore
with Mr. Lincoln aboard.

Is he all right?

He has withstood the journey
fairly well so far.

May I be of some assistance,
Mrs. Gibbons?

Thank you, Mr. Crowley.

But I think we can manage.

I'll standby just in case.

Thank you. It won't be necessary.

Steady.

Easy.

It's just a little way more, dear.

Has his berth then made up?

Of course.

Be careful on the steps.

Mr. Kennedy?

What do you want?

I have something to tell you.

It's important. Very important!

What is it, Rachel?

Sorry, John.

Talk to him at the station house
after he's been booked.

Let's go.

We're not going to walk
to headquarters, are we?

You got any better ideas
this time of night?

Here comes an empty carriage.

Come on. This will be on me.

All right, cabbie. Over here.

Take us to headquarters.

John!

John, come back!

I am looking for the division manager.

You're looking straight at him.

I believe you've been waiting for this.

For what?

Please sign here.

Hallelujah!!

Here. Take care of it. Good care of it.

All clear, Mr. Crowley.

Board!!!

Did you see a man go by here –
no hat or coat?

Nope.

The name is Kennedy. John Kennedy.

Lt. Coulter, Philadelphia police.

Kennedy? Is he in trouble again?

He's wanted by the New York Police
Department for impersonating –

I had him in custody.
And he got away.

Impersonating a –

Mr. Crowley, I hate to disturb you.

But how many more packages
are you waiting for?

Keep your shirt on, Mr. Gannon.

I'm holding this train
until we've found Kennedy.

No!!!!

How many people are running this train?

It's not how many are
running it, Mr. Gannon.

How many are stopping it?

I'd like to help you out, Lieutenant.

But we've got our orders.

And the Flyer is leaving.

Board!!!

Then it's leaving without you,
Mr Crowley,

because I'm putting you under arrest
for obstructing the law.

Take care of him.

Oh, all right.

That's more like it.

You stay at this end.
And keep your eye open.

Post a brakeman on the rear platform.

We'll start at that end
and work forward.

What's the matter?

Your friend Sgt. Kennedy is loose again.

My men and I will help you search.

Come on.

Sergeant!

Oh, sergeant!

Sergeant!

Sorry, Lieutenant. We couldn't find him.

We will.

He can't have gone far.

Mr. Gannon.

BOARD!!!!

All aboard!!!!

I'm still not satisfied
he isn't aboard that train.

You keep watch for him
here at the station.

I'll ride along
as far as Derby Junction.

Right.

Scared ya, didn't I?

I said you'd come back.

But Mommy said you wouldn't.

I'm pretty smart for my age.

Shh! Quiet!

What are you doing?

I'm playing a game with the conductor.

Can I play too?

You take every berth on this side.

I'll take this side.

Sorry to disturb you, ma'am.

Uh, you take that side.

- And I'll take the side.
- Yes, sir.

We're looking for a man.

What is going on around here?

Excuse me.

Sorry to disturb you, madame.

I think they're all right.

We'll be pulling into Derby Junction
in 15 or 20 minutes now, Lieutenant.

You'll have to drop off there.
Or go into Wilmington.

I'll get off at Darby.

Officer Seven. You don't suppose Kennedy
will be back in his own berth, do you?

Well, he's got enough brass
to try anything.

Hello, sonny. We're looking for
a man with dark hair and a gray suit.

No overcoat. And no hat.
Have you seen him?

What will you give me if I tell you?

Here you are, sonny.

Winfield!

We're looking for a man named Kennedy.

The berth was going to waste.

You said the young man
wasn't coming back.

I hope you don't mind
my putting Winfield.

At least at night.

All right.

But, Mommy!

Go to sleep, Winfield.

But, Mommy!

Not another word out of you!

All right.

No one's seen him in Car 47, sir.

Is there anything more
my men and I can do?

I don't think we missed anybody.

What do I do with this?

What is it?

The package they put on in Philadelphia.

"E.J. Ward, Willard Hotel."

"Care of station master, Washington DC."

Heard of him?

No. Must be
a mighty big potato to hold up

the Washington Flyer for
an hour and a half.

Lock it up in the baggage car.

Excuse me, please.

Looks like he got away, Lieutenant.

Yes. I guess he gave us
the slip in Philadelphia.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Good luck.

Mr. Gannon.

We must be hitting 70!

Seventy is fine, Mr. Crowley.

We might make enough time.

It's my business too.

Have you read orders to slow down?

Your business is to keep your shoes
under your post, Mr. Crowley.

You tend to your end.

And I'll tend to mine.

You'll find the water over there.

Mr. Kennedy.

What is it you wanted to tell me?

You had something to tell me, Rachel.
What is it?

About Mr. Lincoln.

Are you sure they want to shoot him?

The shooting? Yes.

Mr. Lance wouldn't do
anything like that.

There are 20 men coming into Baltimore
from 20 states to do the job.

Not one of the 20 knows
who the other 19 are.

They timed it right to the minute.

Abe Lincoln would be a sitting pigeon
to those sharpshooters.

And Mr. Lance has a rifle
with a new telescopic sight.

Here's his ticket.

I found it in his greatcoat.

He wasn't telling Miss Ginny the truth.

He isn't going home to Tall Trees.

Then I was right.

He is getting off at Baltimore.

Good night.

Miss Beaufort?

Paper.

Yes, Mr. Lance?

Are you and Miss Ginny all right?

Yes, Mr. Lance.

She's sleeping.

Well, you get some sleep yourself.

Good night.

I'm afraid for him.

You should be.

Anyone who fires at Lincoln tomorrow
won't live five minutes.

What will you do to him?

You'll put him in jail?

I wish I could.

I don't have the authority.

I need one of his guns, Rachel.

Promise me you won't hurt Mr. Lance.

I can't promise that.

Look, Rachel.
I'm no Republican or abolitionist.

But I guided Mr. Lincoln while
he was campaigning in New York.

I helped him open a window.

He held a door for me.

I found a parcel for him.

Some nightshirts in the laundry.

I was only with him for 48 hours.

But when he left, he shook
my hand and thanked me.

He wished me well.

I was never so taken with a human man.

You gave him a gun to use on Mr. Lance?

Tell Mr. Lance to step in here.

No, Miss Ginny.

Get over him now, Rachel.

We'll be in the South soon. Tell him.

Very soon.

Lance… Lance!

I can't believe this is happening,
Rachel.

You and I grew up like sisters.

Lance has been your brother
as much as mine.

- I know that, Miss Ginny.
- Like sisters?

Only you're free and she's a slave.

Rachel is as free as I am.

You know that.

That's why you never thought
to ask for your freedom.

And why I never thought
of giving it to you.

Freedom isn't it thing you should
be able to give me, Miss Ginny.

Freedom is something
I should've been born with.

Thanks anyway, Rachel.

What is he doing here?

He wanted this.

Turn around and face the wall!

Lance!

Lance, you're going to kill him!

Stay away from him!

I need to speak to the conductor!

Wait, Ginny. Don't ring him.

Why not?

Because Mr. Kennedy knows
he's getting off in Baltimore.

That's why.

That's a lie.

No it isn't. Tell her, Mr. Lance.

I am getting off at Baltimore.

But you said you were coming
to Tall Trees with us.

I'll come to Tall Trees
when it's safe again.

When a man can live
in peace and in honor.

You must have business in Baltimore.

Yes, when I finish
my business in Baltimore.

Lance.

You wouldn't murder!

Not murder.

There's a difference between
a political assassination and murder.

What could happen
if that war monger is inaugurated?

That would be murder.

It would take only one bullet

to save thousands of lives
of Southerns and Northern troops.

I hope it's mine.

Next stop, Wilmington.

Wilmington, next stop.

Wilmington!

Next stop, Wilmington.

Wilmington.

What are you going to do with him?

I'll turn him over
to the police in Wilmington.

You're lying.

Just like you lied about
going home to Tall Trees.

Go back to bed, Ginny.

You wouldn't turn him
over to the conductor.

And you're not going to turn
him over to the police.

They'll hang you!

Ginny's right, Mr. Lance.

Listen to what she's saying.

Now both of you. Get back to bed.

Your friend, Mr. Kennedy.

Can he sleep it off it here?

Of course. Bring him in.

Here. Put that away.

We've got to get rid of him.

Are you insane?

The Philadelphia police heard him accuse
me of making an attempt on his life.

I can't afford to have anything
happen to him in here.

What'll we do with him?

He's wanted by the law, isn't he?

Well?

Tie him up.

And let the law find him
when the Flyer pulls into Washington.

Hot java!

Coffee! Hot java!

Anybody want hot java?

Coffee!

Paper!

Boy! Boy, I want a paper!

Paper! Paper!

Is it war?

No, ma'am. It's Baltimore.

Anyone want a hot chocolate?

What are they doing
to our train, conductor?

Nothing to be upset about, ma'am.

You can't run a locomotive
through the middle of Baltimore.

The engine smoke dirties the laundry.

So the women passed a law.

Now we do it this way.

It's perfectly ridiculous.

And I mean to bring it
to the attention of Mr. Lincoln.

Who is it?

Fernandina.

- You weren't followed?
- No.

You met Mr. Kennedy here.

Good morning, Mr. Kennedy.

Is Mr. Kennedy waiting for a shave?

No. But the police
may be waiting for him.

He's wanted
in New York and Philadelphia.

They must've telegraphed ahead.

No need to worry about that.

The magnetic telegraph service
between New York and Baltimore

has been suspended since midnight.

Suspended? Why?

Telegraph lines down.
Lantern signals all night.

Something's up.

It's normal precautions.

Mr. Lincoln's train is due in
from Harrisburg at noon as scheduled.

- Many federal troops in town?
- Oh, naturally.

Well, Mr. Kennedy had me
guessing for a time last night.

But now everything's all right.

You say Mr. Kennedy turned
in his full report on me?

And I thought he was a friend of mine.

He's a friend of Mr. Lincoln.

A personal friend.

Well.

As I always say, it's a small world

How does the razor feel to you, Colonel?

- Mighty fine. Mighty soothing..
- Good.

Ah, the decorations are very effecting.

I didn't know the people around here
would be so glad to see Abe Lincoln.

Most of them are not.

The banners were
the reception committee's idea.

Did they build a speaker's stand?

Not necessary.

He speaks from the rear platform
of a private car.

It will stop across the square.

Good. Is everything ready?

At that building
over there by the harness shop,

fifty men have been selected.

And they will start a riot –

three minutes
after Lincoln's speech begins.

Three minutes after two.

That should draw the police
away from him at least.

It might surprise some people to find
their common barber has it in him, huh?

You've done yourself proud, I'd say.

I only hope that all of our friends
are as well pleased.

Look at that uh...
upstairs window in the hotel.

- The open one.
- Yes.

That window is where Lt. Beaufort
will sit with his rifle

until the proper moment comes.

He will have Mr. Lincoln
in his telescope sight.

I saw to it there was a chair for him.

He will be quite comfortable.

There you are, Colonel.

A new face.

Lobsters! Crabs!

Lobsters! Crabs!

Lobsters, ladies.

There you are.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you. Thank you.

Crabs! Lobsters!

Crabs! Crabs here.

Boy! Over here!

Extra. Read all about it.

Who is there?

Beaufort. Let me in.

Did you see this?

Lincoln's speech in Baltimore canceled!?

Well, that can't be true.

My men are disposed and waiting.

It's true, all right.

"News of Mr. Lincoln's movements

"ceased abruptly after his departure
from Harrisburg last night.

"It is not likely
that telegraphic service

"will be resumed
until he reaches Washington."

So they'll be war.

Don't be too down in the mouth, son.

Mr. Lincoln is a tall target.

There'll be another day.

It looks like somebody read
your report after all, John.

I'll take care of Mr. Kennedy.

No. No.

You stay here and watch him
until the train gets out of Baltimore.

Then get rid of him as you see fit.

And after that?

You might as well
keep on going to Atlanta.

Good morning, Colonel.

This is one ride we won't
forget in a hurry, eh?

I'm afraid not.

Ah! Mrs. Gibbons.

I hope Mr. Gibbons
had a good night's rest.

Yes. Thank you.

Left face. Form a line.

Colonel.

I'll leave you here.

If you're in any further need of my
services, you know where to find me.

There are only two trains
booked through here today.

The Flyer and the Inauguration Special.

That's right.

The package.

What package?

They didn't hold the train
in Philadelphia

an hour and a half
just to put that package on board.

They held it for him.

What are your orders, sir?

Let me through.

Robert! Robert!!

Robert!

Robert!!

See Mrs. Gibbons. Her husband...

See Mrs. Gibbons!

Her husband! Mrs. Gibbons! Mrs. Gibbons!

Foreword, March!

Where is he?

- Who?
- You know who I mean!

Who's in there? Open up.

What are you doing in here?

Where did he come from?

I'm putting him in your custody.
He's wanted by the police.

I know. How did you catch him?

- I can explain.
- You can explain nothing.

You've caused us nothing but trouble
ever since you came aboard.

You guard him
until I can get the authorities.

Lieutenant. We'll need your gun.

Certainly.

Sit over there.

No more of your tricks, Kennedy.

Don't worry.
I won't cause you any more trouble.

Let's hope not.

Pretty country.

Mr. Lance.

Where's my gun?

I haven't seen it.

Did you see it, Rachel?

- No, Mr. Lance.
- Are you sure?

Even if I knew where it was,
I wouldn't tell you, Mr. Lance.

How about a chew of tobacco?

Give me the gun, Rachel.

I haven't got it, Mr. Lance.

You're making trouble
for yourself, Rachel.

Serious trouble.

I'm not afraid.

Lance!

Lance!

What is it?

What's happening?

This man is a dangerous criminal.

Kindly open the door.

But he's wanted for–

I trust you've not made him
too uncomfortable.

Open the door.

You will please remain
at this end of the car.

What I have to say
must be said quickly.

And to him alone.

Your report to the War Department
was received and acted on.

My employer Allan Pinkerton

persuaded Mr. Lincoln
to cancel his speech in Baltimore.

He is at present
acting as his personal bodyguard.

And has taken every possible means

to ensure Mr. Lincoln's
safe arrival in Washington.

I gather Mr. Ward's package
is one of them.

I'd give a hat to know what's in it.

Your testimony will be needed
when the conspirators come to trial.

You've earned that hat, Mr. Kennedy.

And an official commendation too.

There is no E.J. Ward.

And that package is
full of yesterday's newspapers.

You know everyone aboard this train?

I think I do.

The best night's sleep
I've had in months, Mrs. Gibbons.

You needed it.

Any news, Mr. Pinkerton?

The journey was without incident, sir.

Did ever any President

come to his inauguration
so like a thief in the night?