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I don't see him.

It was just a coincidence.

An accident.

He's gone his own way.

I was just telling Rita...

He's gone his own way.

We'll load your luggage, folks.

The train will leave as soon as Mr. Calhoun gets here.

Miss station agent?

Can I help you, sir?

How about one ticket to Scalpa?

Oh, he is following us.

Why? Young man, where can we find the sheriff?

He can't. He's gone a couple of days.

What are you all scared of?

Him?

Him. He followed our stagecoach all the way from Amarillo.

He didn't do anything.

Just followed.

When we stopped, he stopped.

And nobody asked him why.

My pleasure, ladies.

It'll only be for a couple of days. I'll be back.

Who are you, mister?

Have you been following those good people all the way from Amarillo?

What do you want?

Mister, I asked you a question.

Carl Mobley.

You're Carl Mobley.

down to the end of the line. After that, excuse the delay, folks.

We're ready to roll now and we'll be moving out immediately.

After that, I want to get a letter off the president.

There you listen.

To inform you that we've now hooked on to the town of Banner. We're going to be

moving on west.

Time goes by, I'll let you know of our progress.

Well?

I thought I knew him.

It's Carl Mobley.

The executioner.

Executioner? You want somebody killed, you hire him. $1 ,000 a head.

Satisfaction of your money back.

Well, what does he want?

He's been hired to kill one of you.

Maybe.

Or maybe you.

Or maybe him.

Yeah.

Or any other.

You.

We'll unload the Fort Wilson shipment at Briggs Junction, which means we'll run

late.

Scalplock's been informed not to expect us till tomorrow morning. Six hours

late.

We've got 18 hours early on tomorrow's schedule.

Yes, sir. Be optimistic, Bortles.

Mr. Calhoun, the passengers are all looking forward to a hot meal and a

bed in Scalplock.

Who's going to tell them they're not going to stop overnight?

You are.

Me?

That's your new job, now.

Just been promoted to the head of customer relations.

So, speaking officially for the BPS &D, I'm sorry, but because of the extended

stop at Briggs Junction, we won't reach Scalplock until tomorrow morning.

Back east, a railroad run like this wouldn't last two weeks.

Well, sir, back east, there wouldn't be a railroad like this.

There is a marshal at Briggs Junction, isn't there?

Yes, sir.

Coffee and sandwiches are right here, folks, courtesy of the BPS &D customer

relations division.

And help yourself, please, and I hope you have a nice trip.

The situation is positively barbaric.

The way he just sits there watching.

Kind of like an undertaker sizing up for coffin, isn't it? It might be your

coffin.

Beautiful country.

Mr. Calhoun, I'm Rita Talbot.

Pleased to meet you.

I'm on my way to Denver.

My partner, Frank Mason, and I bought a saloon there.

Well, it's an interesting town, Denver.

Mr. Calhoun, five of us, all strangers except for Frank and me, traveled by

stagecoach from Amarillo.

There was a man...

That man followed us on horseback.

When we got on the train, he got on the train.

My name is Carl Mobley, Mr. Calhoun.

I've heard a good eel about you, Mr. Mobley.

I've heard of you.

I've been looking forward to this meeting.

My pleasure, sir.

No, Mr. Calhoun.

My pleasure.

By reputation only.

Then you know he's a murderer.

He's never been convicted of it.

He's always killed in self -defense, I understand.

I know his reputation too, Mr. Calhoun. He forces somebody else to start the

fight or he arranges an accident.

He always finds a way.

You mean he's traveling, just like the rest of us?

It's possible. Like you, to a new life. But like me, from an old one.

Is that what you were doing in Texas?

Amarillo? No.

No, I was just passing through.

And then I saw this pretty girl getting on the stage.

So I thought I'd go along.

Thank you.

Well, that morning, on the stage, remember?

Well, I saw this lady.

And she was... She was very young.

And she was very stubborn.

I think it was the stubbornness.

No, really.

You were looking forward with your chin stuck out.

And I was looking back.

At what?

Oh, at pieces of history.

Not much to look at.

But you were.

And so I thought I'd go along.

Well, I admit it's not the best of reasons.

I'm glad you came.

So am I.

Buffalo Pass.

A train ride.

Then a stage at the scalp block to California.

That was my destination.

But I didn't expect anything like this man.

Sarah?

I'll get off the train at Scalplock.

If you'll go with me.

Sarah.

I'm asking you to be my wife.

Marry?

And we'd live in Scalplock?

We could get married there.

And then where?

What does it matter as long as we're together?

Then I came west to find a new life.

Not to run from an old one.

Life. To live.

That's the key.

If you're the one he's after, he'll find you.

No matter how far you run.

I'm not ashamed of running.

It's not a question of shame.

We just get tired of it.

You get back on the train.

We'll get a horse saddle up.

Thanks.

Giving you a horse, Mr. Hoagley.

It's 43 miles back to Buffalo Pass.

You should make it before morning.

I didn't point that gun. He did.

I know.

And I don't know who you're after, Lee.

I'm not interested in finding out.

I'm interested only in the safety of the passengers on this train, including

you.

To see that they reach their destination alive.

The only way I can make sure of that is to get you off the train.

Money will be refunded, of course.

Perhaps another time we can renew our acquaintance.

That, Mr. Calhoun, you can count on.

Goodbye, Mr. Calhoun

Give

that

back to Mason tell him to watch how he used

Keeping a diary for a month?

In a way, I can't.

Breakfast, 15 cents.

First golf block, $11 .10.

I like to keep track.

He counts pennies.

You count bullets, same habit.

Different trade.

You don't like guns, do you, Gilmore?

Curious, considering what you wear.

U .S. Military Academy, class of 73.

West Point?

Now, where would you get a ring like that? In a pawn shop? Leave him alone.

He's not bothering you.

They're all alike, honey.

They're either bushwhackers or they're cowards.

Speaking of cowards, why didn't that big gunman who claims to have killed how

many? Five?

Seven. And seven.

Why didn't you take on Mobley?

There's a death in the future.

Oh, stop it.

The cards only show the future. They don't make it happen.

He doesn't need the cards. He can see his future in the bottom of the bottle.

And yours in the bottom of the dip.

Look how...

Cards don't care. They just tell a story.

A journey.

And a death.

I'll make breakfast in just a few minutes, folks.

Is Mr.

Mobley invited?

Let's not talk about him.

Nervous, Mr. Mason?

You seem to be all right, Lucas.

I guess so.

Coffee's started, boss.

I suppose I'd better fix some breakfast, huh?

There's not going to be any time for that. I want you to get back to the

railhead and tell Dave that I need rails tied to winches.

And also to get the logs of crew up here right away.

Everything's right there.

Hurry it up. Right. Now bust the boiler.

Don't bust it, but strain it.

Yes, sir.

All right, folks. Now we got help on the way.

private card and we'll see about getting something to eat. What about Mobley?

We only saw a silhouette of a man.

Could have been anyone.

Except it was Mobley.

Why are you so sure?

The card.

I was laying out a pattern and the cards read very clear.

Death. Rank superstition.

I think it's something more serious than that.

I think it's hunger.

Ladies will come with me.

You'll find that there's plenty of food in the galley.

You can manage that, honey.

I've never been too handy with the pot and the pan.

You could have fooled me, Miss Talbot.

I'll hold them blind, two bits.

I hope you're as fast with your gun as you are with your money.

I'll fold.

Call.

Call and raise.

a half a dollar.

Call.

A fool.

And a half dollar.

Call.

Poker is a game of mathematics. I pride myself upon playing it skillfully.

Now that's skill.

Dealing yourself an eighth.

I do not enjoy insinuations, Miss Talbot.

She's got a tongue like an Apache scalping knife.

My partner.

That's right, partner.

I talk and you drink.

Check this.

Check. Deal.

Hello, little lady.

Clint will bet four a bit.

Your half?

Raise, he says.

You're very conservative.

Well, I'm not greedy.

Downright cute, betting into my queens.

I'll just call.

Two pair, queens up.

That is a powerful hand.

But, uh, I have three sixes.

That six of spades was one of Miss Talbot's discards.

Sir, that's not even a bad joke.

It sure isn't. That was my whole card.

Fremont, I've watched you deal off the bottom of the deck three different

Skill, that's what you call it?

Now, now, look here. Is this slander?

Cut.

Lordy, lordy.

Now, if I have the ability to deal a crooked hand, certainly I have the

to spot one when it's being dealt.

You're jumping to conclusions.

Now, this meeting's going to come to order.

I saw Mason slip a card into his hand when he filled that flush.

I wanted a cheat, Mr. Boston Poker Player.

You'd never know about it. You know what business he's in. He's a bookkeeper.

How'd you like him keeping your books?

I think Fremont just made up.

Little mistake.

Want to be dealt in the next hand?

First, I want a little extra for Mr.

Fremont.

You have this bag you've been carrying around like it was your baby.

Empty that out of the tea. Why?

Because I'm curious, bookkeeper.

Me too.

Yeah, what have you got in there?

Show it or bleed for it.

Put that gun away back there.

I hope you're satisfied, Mr.

Baxter. Thank you, Mr. Calhoun.

I did cheat, but it was only a little penny -ante game.

Mr. Calhoun, Mogul's back.

You're a long way from Buffalo Pass, Mogul.

Seemed to be riding the wrong brick.

Been a long, cold ride.

I'd be obliged for a cup of coffee.

All right.

No, that's not all right.

You take it easy.

I'm as fast as him.

I'm faster.

You came for me, didn't you?

waiting, executioner.

Waiting to die, aren't you, boy?

You've been waiting for it a long time, too.

I'd appreciate that cup of coffee now, Mr. Calhoun.

In the car.

Get it.

And after you've finished, you bury him.

Baxter provoked him.

Mobley's got witnesses, and that's the end of that.

Is it?

Certainly it is. It had to be Baxter.

Maybe not.

If it wasn't Baxter, why are you letting Mobley stay on the train?

Where's Miss Collins?

It could be me that he wants.

Dan?

Dan?

Where's Dan?

Soldier boy, soldier boy, where have you gone?

Stay with me. Not what I need to know.

Please, Mr. Mason.

I've been waiting for Mobley.

Do unto others before they do unto you.

The gospel according to Frank Mason.

I don't think it's you he's after, Mr. Mason.

I'm sure he is.

I know who sent him.

Yesterday I was so scared, I was sick.

But today, today, Miss Collins, I have the courage of lions.

I'd better get back.

They'll be wondering what happened.

Who'll be wondering, Rita?

At one time, maybe, but not anymore.

Your soldier boy's gone after water.

So you and I are all alone.

You don't fool me. I've seen you with Gilmore.

He was sitting in the dark, waiting to shoot Mobley.

The human conscience.

Every one of us thinks Mobley's after him.

You too?

Me too.

Only in my case it's called guilt.

Frank?

I heard the girl.

Gilmore caught you.

I wasn't... I was only trying to prove something with the girl.

Poor Frank.

Is it me pushing you, or is it Mobley?

You don't care about the girl?

Well, I care, but not very much. I don't know how to care very much anymore.

It's a partnership, Frank.

I've got you, and you've got a bottle, and we'll all live happily ever after.

Things will be better. Things will be fine in Denver.

It'll be just the same in Denver.

Come inside, Frank.

No, I... Relax.

It's not Mobley.

Evening, Mr. Calhoun.

Out for a stroll?

I want to make one thing very clear to you, Mr. Mason.

If we have any more trouble like we had inside just now, I'm going to lock you

in the baggage compartment.

Join me in an apology?

Thank you.

Toast, then.

He drinks the fastest who drinks alone.

Frank, stop it.

What for?

Partner, I don't care very much anymore either.

You saw death in the cards and Baxter died.

Rita, do you see a death for me?

Yes, by drowning.

I'll go quietly then, Calhoun.

I'll stay out of everybody's way, I promise.

You will excuse me.

Good evening, Mr. Mason.

Don't worry. Frank will finish the bottle and weep it off like a baby.

Because he's afraid of Mobley.

Aren't we all? Even you.

I can't believe what you said. That Mobley's after you, a railroad

I haven't always been a railroad president.

Mind if I walk with you? It's better than being with him.

Mobley or Mason?

I'm only Frank's partner, not his keeper.

Maybe he needs a keeper.

Frank's under tremendous pressure, Mr. Calhoun. He's convinced that Mobley was

hired to kill him.

And I suppose he's got his reasons.

There's a man in Amarillo.

Fourteen years ago, he escaped from the Illinois State Penitentiary.

Today, he's a wealthy, respected man.

Frank Mason found out about it. For $10 ,000, Frank agreed to leave Amarillo.

That's how we bought the Denver Saloon.

We?

I gave Frank the idea.

Mr. Calhoun, I'm a saloon woman, and I'm 34 years old. When a saloon woman is 34

years old, she doesn't get too many second chances. So don't look at me like

dirt.

I wouldn't have thought you were over 25, ma 'am.

Well, thank you.

I tell you, we looked everywhere. Both of them were gone, Mr. Calhoun. Mobley

and Mason. His horse, too.

Did you see Mason leave?

No. Did anybody see him leave?

Nobody saw him.

Did you see Mobley leave?

Mason was the one.

Mobley was after him, and he got him.

Does that please you, Mr. Fremont?

Yes, Miss Collins, it does please me. I'm very sorry, but it does.

You don't have to apologize for feeling relieved, Mr. Fremont.

I told you that it was Frank Mason he was after.

You also told Frank Mason that, didn't you?

I didn't have to.

He knew.

I've heard of easier ways to solve a partnership as talented.

To Gilmore.

Better go with me. We'll see if we can find him.

You're not going to leave us here.

What if Mobley comes back?

Ask him to stay.

Not a gunshot wound.

He hit his head on a rock and drowned.

Well, this was an easy one for Mobley.

Not Mobley.

It appeared to be his style.

Mason was destined to die.

Mobley would have hunted him down eventually.

You made a very accurate prediction, Mr. Albert.

Death by drowning.

I didn't mean it that way.

What right have you to judge me?

You let Mobley come back to the train.

But I didn't panic him into running.

That is what killed him, isn't it? That's exactly what killed him, Mr.

I went out early this morning.

I never saw Mason. I never knew he was gone.

I went out to find us all some decent food.

Are you going to just let him walk away?

After all, he did kill two men.

They killed themselves, Mr. Fremont.

You gunned down Baxter?

Yes, but he forced it.

He forced it even though he was afraid.

And so was Mason.

You live on fear, don't you, Mr. Mobley?

Other people's fear.

But you're not afraid.

No.

Give him the gun, Mr. Mobley. Put that gun away, Miss Collins.

But she wants to kill me.

You're anxious to see me dead, aren't you, Miss Collins?

Why are you so anxious to see me dead?

Pull the trigger It isn't easy to kill someone while

you're looking at them, is it?

Interesting subject, killing.

We must discuss it another time, Mr. Calhoun.

When?

Soon.

Very soon.

We have an appointment.

Tell us who you came for.

Tell us.

Then get it over with.

I will, Lieutenant.

Gollum.

Norelli should have pulled that trigger.

Ripples are like a man's life.

Take a certain direction, no way to change it.

That changes it.

Another one of your passengers has disappeared.

Fremont.

Disappeared or executed?

Run away, Mr. Calhoun.

The others went to look for him. They'll find him.

Like we found Mason?

Fear caused Mason to run.

Drunken is causing the trip and drown.

But he had an appointment.

This Fremont?

Known all of us?

It's Mr. Fremont. We found him. He's all right.

You needn't have run, Mr. Fremont. Much safer right here. You can afford to

stay. It isn't you that Mowgli wants. I've told you before, it could very well

be me that he wants.

Trying to comfort us like frightened children won't alter the facts, Mr.

Calhoun. It's one of us.

And we all know it.

And I'm going to find out which one right now.

Don't be a fool, Gil.

Couldn't have any more chance than one of those pine cones.

Then, Mr. Calhoun, it's up to you.

None of us can do anything.

Come back, Mr. Fremont.

It's me, Edmund.

I know it is.

Please tell me. They sent you after me, didn't they?

Please don't harm me.

I'll give you everything I've got.

Money? Money?

All the money you'll ever need.

You'll be a rich man.

$50 ,000.

$50 ,000!

Take it.

Take all of it.

All my life I've been working for somebody else. I never had anything of

Now I've got $50 ,000.

All right, so I stole the money, but it was my last chance to be somebody.

You understand, Mr. Calhoun. I know you do. A man has got to be somebody.

Take it.

Take it.

Every last cent. Please.

Let me live.

If you were the one, no money in the world could buy your life.

If it isn't him, then who is it?

Don't you know yet, Miss Collins?

I knew it.

You knew what, Miss Talbot?

That it was her.

That it wasn't you.

The human animal.

When it comes to self -preservation, the humanity is ripped off and all that's

left is animal.

You feel that you were put here to sit in judgment, huh?

To cleanse them, Mr. Calhoun.

I cleanse them.

That well -bred young woman from Cleveland there is a perfect example.

How did you find out?

I didn't, Miss Collins.

Open any human being and look inside and you'll see ugliness.

It's on your faces.

Greed.

Fear. Hatred.

That's what I cleanse, Mr. Calhoun.

By killing them.

If I'm forced to it by whatever's hiding inside of them.

What's inside you, Miss Collins?

I was a servant.

I was a servant for an elderly lady.

She was very ill.

One evening I didn't bring her medicine on time.

I dozed off for just a few minutes.

I had an attack in those few minutes.

Later, I found out she'd willed me a large estate in Monterey.

Later, Miss Collins?

Yes, Mr. Mobley.

Later. Do you believe that story, Lieutenant?

I love that woman.

I wouldn't have harmed her.

I made a mistake.

Very compassionate, Miss Collins.

The fact is that you're a murderer, a liar, and a thief like the rest of them.

No, I'm not.

Mobley, leave her alone.

You'd defend a murderess, but you wouldn't defend your own men,

First Lieutenant Daniel A. Gilmore.

Fifth Regiment, United States Cavalry.

Ex -First Lieutenant.

Court -martialed First Lieutenant.

And what were the court -martial charges, Ex -Lieutenant?

Cowardice, Mr. Mobley.

Desertion in the face of the enemy.

Lieutenant Gilmore blundered into an Apache ambush at the Gila River.

He broke under fire and ran.

Twenty -three of his men were killed.

Twenty -three.

Including a Corporal Harry Anderson.

Corporal Anderson told me he could hold on until I came back with relief.

I believed him.

Corporal Anderson had a brother.

A brother who swore revenge.

He paid me a thousand dollars to get it for him.

I don't believe you deserted your men.

I was court -martialed.

They made a mistake.

Sarah, as it happens, they did.

But no one believed me, and I thought I didn't care anymore.

But now I do care.

Too late for that, Ex -Lieutenant.

As far as you go, Mowgli, you said that inside of everyone there was ugliness.

Well, let's see what's inside of you.

Nobody ever opened that bag before but me.

Put that back.

St. Louis, Missouri.

Paul Clinton.

Carl Mobley and Mrs. Mobley's five -year -old daughter were killed here today

just outside of town.

Flipping doesn't say who killed them.

Don't do that

Picture

of a woman girl a

Lock of hair

five -year -old girl's hair Why don't you throw that away

too

Why'd you have to kill the child?

Maybe I was away too long.

Marking borders for the big ranches can keep you away for months at a time.

Clinton was there, I wasn't.

My wife ran off.

They took our little girl.

I caught up with them outside of town.

Bullet that hit him ricocheted.

Killed my little girl.

Since that time, you've gone from place to place.

Killing. Only those that deserve killing.

Thieves.

Cowards.

Murderers. Trash. Yes, Mr. Mobley, I am trash.

But what are you?

He's a man waiting to die.

You were paid a thousand dollars to kill Gilmore and a lot of others like him.

Reality, what you've been looking for is your own executioner.

I've got a job to finish first.

Because no one has to die now.

It's all gone.

You're right.

You killed for them.

Can you live with them?

No.

Gilmore. Never mind Gilmore.

Me.

Mr. Calhoun, I... I don't know how to say... No need to say anything.

We'll be going on to Monterey now.

And stay there.

No matter what.

Right. No matter what.

Goodbye.

Mind if I say thank you?

Good luck to you in Denver.

Oh, I don't think so.

They say San Francisco's the town now.

Can you arrange passage for me?

That's my job, Miss Talbot. I'll take care of it.

Thank you.

Young man.

Yes, sir. Could you arrange passage for me, too?

San Francisco?

No.

Back to Boston.

We can arrange it.

You take care of it.

Thanks.

What happened to the other passengers?

And Mr. Mogul?

They had an appointment. One they couldn't break.

Let's go see if President Grant's trying to get over it.