All language subtitles for Iron Horse s02e01 Diablo.eng

Fours and nines. Two pair.

Three trail.

Beats nines and fours.

Second best hand, kid.

Here's a good one up.

That's a better one.

And that one is no good.

I've got 500.

Oh.

I've got a call.

I wouldn't.

I've got a good hand.

That's good advice.

Take it.

Oh, what do you mean?

You're not much besides brass, are you,
Applegate? Oh, what do you mean? Now,

after all, that is my money you're
playing with.

Not that it's any of your concern,
mister, but as much as Applegate's into

figure he sneezes, I better blow my
nose.

Like you say, that's none of my concern.

This game is my business.

You're interrupting.

Like it better if I interrupt.

Relax, gentlemen.

I'll be the soul of brevity.

You're just about tapped, Applegate.

A condition you're not about to rectify
with these.

Each of these IOUs sports your John
Hancock to the aggregate tune of $5

Am I right?

All you needed was a couple of starts
with your racehorse and you'd pay me

Wasn't that your promise? It's not.

It's not my fault, Mr. Fitzpatrick.

I've tried. It seems that, well, nobody
hereabouts wants to race against Diablo.

Diablo?

That your horse?

He's my horse.

That's about all he has, too, mister.

Well, maybe you can't land him any
races, but I can.

Since that's the only way I'll get my
money back, I got a proposition for you.

In lieu of cash, I'll cancel your
indebtedness in return for a half

Diablo. No, I couldn't, Mr. Patrick. I
just couldn't trade any part of Diablo.

He's like my family.

Look, Jack, Jack, just give me a little
time. Time?

I told you talking was a waste of time.

I'm afraid, regrettably, you're right,
Carl.

Resume the game, gentlemen.

Suffering the absence of Mr. Applegate,
with whom I shall continue my

negotiations in a sequestered setting.

Applegate?

On your feet, Applegate.

The

door over there,

I suggest you use it.

Unless you've got other plans.

Not my line of endeavor, sir. Thank you.

I suppose you prefer I took this with
me.

Get him out.

There you go.

Better read the end.

Take a look at that ass.

Well, how do you think it went? Like
shooting fish in a barrel.

Mr. Calhoun, come here.

Now, that's got to be the most beautiful
horse I've ever seen.

It's Diablo.

The three -year -old black son of El
Scimitar out of Sturgeon's Quest.

Winner of 17 out of 21 races.

Saratoga, Merrimack, Silver Spring,
Aqueduct.

Present owner, Big Diablo.

What do you have for breakfast?

The horse or the rider?

We got up a full head of steam?

Yeah, we're full of wine.

I'd say he could run quite some.

He wants us to pull up.

Yeah.

I sure appreciate you stopping like
this.

I hope this don't bend your schedule all
out of shape.

All part of the policy of CPSD.

Stop at all cattle crossing, landslides,
and for old poker partners.

What's bothering you?

Well, I've got the same problem as
yesterday.

Only aggravated. Jack Fitzpatrick says
if he don't get immediate satisfaction

them IOUs of mine, he's going to get a
court order... Attach and Diablo.

Is that... You know, if chickens was two
for a nickel, I couldn't even buy part

interest in a gizzard.

Well, if a little loan might help, why?
Oh, no,

no, no. That's not how come we flagged
you down.

What we wondered, Diablo, he was...
Could we hitch a ride on your freight

for us at Scalpa?

Huh? I don't like to ride him anymore in
a gatta. I gotta save them legs for the

purses. You know... That's all we need.
A couple of money starts and we'll have

that Fitzpatrick.

Well, square it away.

The only problem I see is they haven't
got any racing in Scalplock.

No racing?

That is, they haven't had up to this
point.

I remember that I owe you, Patrick, for
about $5 ,000.

Is that right?

I want to take this word with you.
Excuse me.

Not like it's real money, Dave.

It's all money that I won in a poker
game. But you hardly know the man.

Yeah, I know him better than you think.

I know how you feel about Diablo here,
Digby.

I was there when Fitzpatrick tried to
buy in on him.

If you give this proposition some
thought, I'll give you the $5 ,000 that

need. You would turn deed over 49 % of
the horse to me.

Condition that you can buy him back at
any time whenever you've got the money.

Plus that, of course.

Maybe that'll take the Joker out of the
deck for you, Dave.

Oh, clearly every self -respecting
railroad should have a racehorse.

I don't understand, Mr. Cowan.

What do you get out of this?

What do I get out of it?

I thought that was obvious.

A racehorse.

Scout Block's own race course.

When will you finish driving that race?
The race is about to begin.

No gambling. No gambling. I'm looking
for a gambling man.

Sir, you have the evidence of a gambling
man. But charge your kid to place a

friendly wager on this. As I've already
informed these good people, this is just

a hobby of mine.

Professionally, I'm in farming
influence.

Dingle and Sons, Joplin, Missouri, you
must know. Gilbert Reese is the name,

sir. As a fellow devotee of the sport of
kings, I can give you Jessup's horse,

friend, at ten to one.

Betches, of course, against Diablo.

I've been burned twice already back in
local entries.

Twice? That's civic pride.

Three times, that's when my missus here
signs the commitment papers.

Diablo's going to be beaten sometime,
Fred.

Last week's race, I'll grant you, was a
runaway, but yesterday's was close.

Very close.

Close? You call that close, mister? You
better not take up barbering.

Julie,

you think none of them have ever seen a
horse race before.

Well, none of them ever have seen
anything like Diablo.

Words spreading like measles.

Did you hear the green front ran out of
whiskey? They had to send over juniper

for more.

Boy, I tell you, Applegate may not be
getting fat on the purses yet, but

merchants sure are doing fine.

Well, what are we going to do when it
slacks off? Brought out a two -headed

Slacks off?

Don't you know how we do business by
this time?

First you've got to create a customer
demand for the product, and then go

the product.

If you ask me, what we're doing is more
like a doctor deliberately inventing a

disease to make sure he's got a market
for his remedy.

I'd better get over to the starting line
there. I imagine the mayor's having a

conniption for this.

Anything else I can do, Dickie? It's
almost post -time.

I know, Barnabas. I know, I know.

You might just ease up on that sense
just a little bit.

Right. Diablo likes to ride and come.

Easy. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Hey,
he sure has taken to you, Diablo has.

And he ain't one for sociability,
neither.

He's mighty selective in his circle of
acquaintances.

But, Barnabas, it's like the fellow
says.

Takes a thoroughbred to know one.

Are you all set?

Let's go do it.

attention. Now this is a point -to
-point race with a lap -and -clap start.

Now the starting line is right here.

You go to the other end of the street,
pick up the flag, and come back here on

this line. And the first horse over is
the winner.

Now are you all set?

All right, let's go!

Ben Calhoun has a few words of interest
to say to us all.

As you're winning, Ben, there's the
flag.

Thank you, Mayor.

I'll make this as brief as possible, for
I know that there are those among us,

in the minority, of course, that can
hardly wait to get on the beaten path to

the closest refreshment.

One thing, this hot sun, it doesn't help
us get the butter churn, but it does

create a good healthy thirst.

Now, what I've seen here today only
proves what I suspected all along.

So I'm going to announce at this time
that you've just seen Diablo run his

public race point to point.

The next time you see him run will be on
Scalplock's own

racetrack two weeks from Saturday.

Collected the site and taken an option
on it.

Summers Meadows.

I've already ordered track to be laid to
build a shuttle that'll carry people

back and forth between town and the
racetrack.

Calhoun's gonna build us a race course.

Now ain't that fine.

For Ben Calhoun.

It's not enough his railroad robs us
blind with his fancy freight rates.

He's gotta set up knights thinking of
ways to get his hands on our egg money,

too.

You know, Mr. Jessup, folks around these
parts didn't know you so well. They

might think that all that money you got
stored up in the bank there gathering

moss was made by doing good deeds and
through charitable benevolence.

Of course I'm going to make money out of
it. At least I hope so. That's what

it's all about.

But I'm not going to be alone. We're all
going to make money.

Now take a look around you here.

Take a look around you and look at the
crowd.

These are mostly just local people.

And it's just for one race.

I try to imagine 10, 20, 30 times this
amount of people.

And for a whole cart full of races, not
just one with Diablo there heading them

up. He'll be standing there, open to the
world, taking on all comers. And

there's going to be comers, too, from
every part of this nation. You're right

about that.

I've traveled the length and breadth of
this great continent.

I've seen every track. Name a track.
I've been there.

I've seen the champions, contenders,
also rants. And I can tell you

indisputably, that's as fine a specimen
of horse flesh as ever I laid eyes upon.

They'll come, all right, as the pilgrims
come to Mecca.

Yeah, but what kind of pilgrims?

Touts, bookmakers, confidence men?

Them too. There'll be an undesirable
element no matter what business you

in. As long as the races are
scrupulously run.

What does it matter?

It's just not people pouring into Scalp
Lock. Not just horses, but money,

friends. Spending money.

They'll need food, shelter, recreational
diversions. Oh, sure.

Ben's looking to turn a buck. But just
remember, it's his money that trickles

down the drain if this venture fails.

Now, if it succeeds, we'll all profit.

Now, speaking for the town, I say we owe
Ben Calhoun a rousing boat of thanks.

A little way to remember, you opted for
Twin Forks.

I have to hand it to you, Jack.

You had the vision. The entire country
to choose from, and you picked

That wasn't just a brainstorm.

It was divine inspiration.

Calhoun, he was my inspiration.

Other communities offer attractive
inducements, but only Scalplock offers

Calhoun. The man's a doer, a go -getter.
Where he is, things really move.

And that's the most beautiful aspect of
my plan.

His perspiration is about to make us all
very wealthy.

Yeah.

But what's it going to make Calhoun?

In Scalblach, a highly unpopular
citizen, I'm afraid.

In fact, if all goes well, our little
escapade could very well cost him his

entire fortune.

Gentlemen, I give you our faithful
servant, the loveliest lady of them all.

Green.

Calhoun. Late.

Hard to believe this is the same drowsy
little hamlet that met my eyes when I

first descended from your passenger
coach just two weeks ago, sir.

Five days still to go before the race
course opens. You'd already scalp locks

taken on the appearance of a bustling
metropolis.

Bustling with what?

Good day.

See?

Mr. Calhoun!

I was wondering when you and I'd run
across one another.

Here. Yeah, I was just couldn't hardly
wait for the day.

Well, uh, see, uh, Carl here, he was,
uh, hanging in a little suspense.

Uh, for reasons I find exceedingly
church, he persists in nursing an

grudge against you. Why don't you go
along with the idea of letting bygones

bygones, huh? Why not?

Applegate discharged his debt to me. The
rest is water under the bridge.

Including Diablo?

I won't deny some disappointment that
Applegate prefers you as his partner.

Still in the final analysis, it's not
under whose colors Diablo races, but

simply that he does race. Well, you've
seen to that, for which I and my

undernourished bank account shall be
forever grateful.

Do I detect a trace of skepticism in
that chiseled face?

I'm not so naive, Fitzpatrick, that I
believe that you can work with cattle

without picking up a few ticks here and
there, or that I can get the benefit

from the rain without occasionally
getting hit with a bolt of lightning.

Your kind follows opportunity wherever
it is.

Whether it's a building of an industry
or a railroad or a racetrack.

That doesn't mean that you're welcome
here.

Calhoun, you are a marvel.

An absolute realist in a world of
chicanery and naive delusion.

Very well. Since we've sliced so neatly
to the heart of the matter, permit me as

one businessman to another to offer you
a proposition of mutual benefit to us

both. You give me the exclusive betting
concession at the track.

and I'll cut the profits with you.

How's that?

Well, I'm going to tell you one thing.

You might not win first prize for having
the most gall, but you're going to be

one of the chief runner -ups.

I'd rather go over to Johnson County and
raise mutton than do business with you.

It's going to happen. It's going to
happen, Calhoun.

You mark my words, one of these days
we'll be eating from the same plate.

My regards to Applegate.

And if I were you, I'd forget what I was
thinking.

He's got good qualities.

Fine neck, a lot of chest going for him.

Lays out well under the whip.

Yeah, but not like Diablo. Look, look,
look.

He takes that turn nice and tight.

But not like Diablo, right? I mean, we
don't have anything to worry about with

him, do we?

Barnabas. They could tell me they'd
entered a bolt of lightning against

in Saturday's race, and I wouldn't raise
a second cousin to a small sweat.

Come on.

We've seen what we came to see.

Say,

uh, Applegate.

Scott and the opposition?

What's the verdict?

Tell them, Barnabas.

Diablo's gonna walk across the finish
line.

Walk? Walk!

I observe a stopwatch in your hand, sir.
Might one inquire as to the results of

your clocking? They'd only plunge you
into severe emotional depression.

Not at all, sir, not at all. It's my
conviction that the jockey was

holding his mount in. He'll better
today's speed by half in Saturday's

or I'll eat my best bowler. Why dine on
felt when you could be devouring bedding

slips? I assume you are a gambling man.
With a passion, sir, as some of these

gentlemen can attest.

What odds are you putting?

Does 20 to 1 sound attractive?

Ah, it's an aria from Lohengrin.

Can you handle a thousand? Nothing could
give me greater pleasure.

Your name, sir? Gilbert Reese, sir.

You mean you're going to bet ten big
ones on Calico?

I have just done so, sir.

Well, either your mother left you out in
the sun too long, or you know something

we don't know.

Either interpretation is a distinct
possibility.

Mr.

Calhoun!

Mr. Calhoun!

Not in?

No, I went in to Linville to check on
those overdue ties. What's the panic on

us? I guess you better come.

If I don't get these reports out, we're
all going to... Wait.

Diablo. Something's happened to Diablo.

I understand. Now, I'm hardly a
qualified veterinarian. I couldn't get

Taggart, Dave. He's out at the
Leadbetter Farm delivering a calf.

He's not expected back before sundown.

Digby. Huh?

Digby, you know more about horses than I
do, but...

Looks to me like he's pulled a tendon.

Well, that is what I figured.

But being so close to Diablo and all,
well, I wanted an

outside opinion.

Does this mean we can't race him
Saturday?

Not unless we want to risk permanently
crippling him.

He's counting on that race, too.

For Mr.

Calhoun's sake.

Opening day at the track and all them
people coming and all.

Now, what are they going to say when
they hear that Diablo's been scratched?

It's like serving Christmas dinner
without the turkey.

Well, they're not going to hear of it.

Yet.

I've got to somehow find a way to keep
this under our hats until Ben gets back

from Linville.

He's the only one that can do anything
about it.

Digby.

Barnabas.

I've got your solemn promise. Right.

Not a word of this to anyone.

Are you sure of your facts, mister?

Don't take my word for it, friend.

There's a knothole in the back of
Diablo's stall.

Go put your eye to it. See for yourself
if that leg isn't taped up.

That thousand I bet on Calico?

I'm on my way now to trouble that
amount.

But, uh, sit on this information,
friend.

If word circulates, I'll play havoc with
the odds.

Hey, Kirk, that's an awful lot of money.

Don't spend it all in one place.

Spend it?

Mayor Osborne, I'm going to multiply it.
Huh?

You don't mean it.

Your Honor, you know me. I got a bumper
caution that'd sweat a rat to run

around.

Where's he off to in such an all -fired
hurry?

Oh, you wouldn't believe it.

Try me.

That beats me.

It's like the Oklahoma land rush.

If everybody's on Calico, I figure
there'd be a more even distribution of

in Scouts Lock.

$10 ,000.

You certain you want to bet all this?

I'd make it more if the bulk of my ready
cash wasn't tied up in a cattle

shipment. You're just scratching an
itch. Or you've been holding private

discussions with the entries.

All right. It's your money.

Don't tell me. Let me make a wild guess.

Palico.

Jack, I think it's about to happen.

Hook! I know why you're all here.

At least I've got a strong suspicion why
you're here.

Put your money away.

Diablo's not going to race.

Haggard has looked Diablo over and he
says, well, sure, he strained that poor

leg. And there's no question that it
could slow down his speed some.

But he doesn't figure there's much
likelihood he could permanently injure

himself in Saturday's start.

Well, any likelihood is more of a chance
than I'm going to take.

Now, you can harangue me till the air
turns blue.

If you've made my decision, I'm going to
stand up.

Oh, Ben, doggone it. Now, you're not
being reasonable.

Now, Diablo's the main reason that we
got behind this race course.

Now, you made a promise to scalp Locke,
and if the folks turn up here Saturday

and that sixth race has been scratched,
why, they'll be grumbling all the way

from here to Bent Fork.

I'm sorry, but the decision's been made.

Mr. Fitzpatrick and the other bookmakers
will just have to return the money.

Afraid that's not for you to determine,
Gallo.

Why isn't it?

I still own half of that horse.

Forty -nine percent, to be exact.

Your partner's got a voice in this,
right, Applegate?

You don't think Digby would run that
horse, do you? It means more to him than

his kinfolks. All the same, kinfolk or
no, he has agreed.

Well, if Mr. Applegate has expressed a
willingness to race Diablo... Not a

willingness, an obligation.

What's more, he's not nearly so worried
about damaging that horse as Calhoun

seems to be.

Is that true, Digby?

Well, with warm...

compresses, daily massage, tape, and we
keep them off the leg as much as

possible. There's no reason why we can't
run them and shave Calico in the

bargain. While respecting Mr.
Applegate's testimony, we must admit

the possibility of prejudice.

Of course he likes to believe his horse,
even in its handicapped condition, has

a chance of winning.

But I know better.

And so, gentlemen, do you.

Surely, fair -minded sportsmen that you
are.

you wouldn't take advantage of Diablo's
infirmity for the sake of personal gain.

Listen to him. He's thinking of all that
money he's going to have to shell out

when Calico comes romping in.

I shall, as Mr. Calhoun suggested,
happily refund all bets.

Then at some future date, when Diablo
has recovered from his injury... Future

date, nothing.

Saturday. Right, Mayor?

We all heard Applegate. Do we go with
him or not?

I'm sorry, Ben.

All right.

Maybe I can't outvote my partner.

But I'll put a restraining order on him
and keep him in court so long that

Diablo will be too old to run.

Forgetting something, ain't you? The way
I hear it, that contract gives

Applegate the right to buy you out any
time he chooses.

If I had the money, which I haven't. But
I have.

And to tell the truth, I've always
wanted to own part interest in a

Mayor Osborne, I protest.

Sure you do, but you're stuck with it.
There ain't nothing wrong or illegal

about this solution.

Scout Block has its race.

Calhoun gets his investment back.

Go pick a hole in that.

I'll have Dave figure out what's owed,
including the interest.

Have your man stop by in the morning,
pick up the papers.

Now get out of here.

You'll find yourselves a racetrack,
mind. It's no longer available.

Oh, now, Ben, Ben, you don't mean that.

Don't I?

What kind of odds will you give him on
that, Mr.

Fitzpatrick? It's Calhoun's loss, not
ours. We'll have it in town.

But, Ben, it's a great thing for the
sport.

Oh, you see.

How Saturday's the big day for Scout
Block.

For all of us. Right?

Right.

All right, let's go.

Dig me.

But sometimes there ain't no why, Mr.

Calhoun. It's not true.

You sold out to somebody.

Who it is is not important.

Maybe I'm not a good judge of horses,
but I always prided myself on being a

judge of men.

And it wasn't the horse I put all that
money into.

It was you I was betting on.

Obviously, I was wrong.

Now this is the start of the fourth
race.

Nevada and Charm Boy will be the horses
running.

Now come right on up to the starting
line, boys.

Bring them right on up to the starting
line.

Now, will you give me the gun, please?

All right.

Now get set.

Now when I fire, go.

Get set.

Thank you.

That's a good question.

One that everyone seems to have a
satisfactory answer for except me.

Should I?

Shouldn't I? Will I?

Ask young Master Barnabas here.

Pick a sorghum, him and me.

Now, don't even nod at all.

The same with Mr. Powell. The same with
Mr. Tarrant. In their book, I'm

about as desirable... As hoof and mouth
disease.

That's before the race and run.

Yes,

Dickie. What about afterwards?

Ah, there you are, Applegate. I've been
looking high and low for you.

You didn't find me.

You ought to be getting ready. The fifth
race is just about to start.

Start? Mr.

Reese, will he be able to ride in his
condition?

Apparently so.

Man, was I not in this condition, I
couldn't even walk.

Come along, Captain Gabe.

There's a pot of coffee simmering in the
livery table.

Oh.

Miss Ewing, don't forget to put your
money on Diablo here.

Diablo? No matter what anybody tells
you. The envelope.

And tell Mr.

Calhoun that... Yes,

Digby, tell him what?

Tell him hello for me.

Come along, Applegate. Coffee will do
you some good.

Hey!

What'd you do that for?

You'd throw him, wouldn't you? No!

You'd deliberately throw that at me. No!
Don't lie to me!

I saw it in your face.

Everything we worked for.

And you'd send it up the flu.

Well, you won't get the chance.

Because, my dear Digby, you shan't be
riding Diablo today.

See anything funny around here, D?

Huh? What?

It's Patrick's face.

Now take a look at the face on this
bookmaker over here.

And this one.

They're all sweaty.

And yesterday he was more concerned than
any of them. And now he's a jeweled

bunch.

I see what you mean.

They're all giving the same odds on the
same horses.

At this point, Calico's a brave and his
favorite. He wins.

They all take a bath. They're out of
business.

Patrick's got a smile from ear to ear.

Something smells here, and it's not
coming from the stable.

I'll be back. Where are you going?

See a man about to own it.

Oh. Oh.

Hey.

Oh, hey.

Mr. Cahill.

Who did this?

The Reeds.

I've got a... Stop the race.

Are you all right?

I'm all right. Just stop.

Ring her.

Yes, sir. Ring her.

They passed him off for Diablo.

Exactly what they did.

This is the start of the sixth and last
race.

The horses are Calico and Diablo.

All right, gentlemen, we move up to the
starting line.

of the sixth race is Diablo.

Take the bandage off.

All right, Clemens. Let Mr. Calhoun have
his look.

Not a thing in the world wrong with that
horse.

I never said there was.

It was your man, Dave Tarrant, who gave
currency to that misapprehension.

That was a shrewd wager, Calhoun.

What wager?

Picking Diablo to win. You're the only
man in scalp lock who leaned that way.

You're a dirty, rotten liar, Patrick.

Don't know about the rest of you, but I
dropped a bundle on this little setup.

What I lost in cash, I aim to take back
in satisfaction.

Right now.

as natural for them as scavenging is to
a coyote.

But you folks, what's your excuse?

Well, I'll tell you what it was.

The greed.

I didn't want to run Diablo because he
had a bad leg, I thought.

But you insisted.

You had a sure thing and you weren't
going to let go. You didn't care what

happened to the horse.

It was unimportant.

You had dreams of illusion.

You were going to retire to the Riviera
off your winnings, and there by the

seaside you were going to sip champagne.

The only thing that went wrong was your
dream blew up on you. It went up in

smoke. So instead of turning around and
kicking your own backside for being the

greenhorns that you were, you started
looking around for a scapegoat.

Now, you came to the wrong address.

And don't be looking for Fitzpatrick,
either. Lay the blame on him.

Burglary's a good deal different than a
swindle.

Now, in a swindle, you need the full
cooperation of the intended victim. And,

boy, he had it.

In spades.

And, I'm sorry to say, starting with me.

Nash! Bring him in here.

That'll be enough of that.

I'll handle this my own way, without
violence. We've had enough of that for

day.

A good deal more leaning on you people
than you were ready to be on me.

Mr. Patrick, I've got a proposition.

I want to make a wager.

We're listening.

If I win, you give all the money back to
these people that you've taken from

them. Then I want a quit claim, Dean.

Signed by Reese on his half of Diablo.

Then I want all three of you. Get your
bags packed and get out of town. We

want you around here.

And if we win?

Then I'll sign over enough of the stock
in this railroad to meet the amount.

Sounds interesting so far.

What's the bet?

That Diablo can be outrun.

By a horse?

Well, I hadn't figured on running a
pigeon.

Diablo can't be beaten.

This horse, he'd be recruited locally.

He's within 100 yards of here right now.

That's how Calhoun aims to get our money
back?

Any fool knows no local horse can shade
Diablo.

Oh, shut up, Jessup. Shut up.

If Ben is willing to bet BPS and DE
stock in an attempt to salvage our

there's not a man among us who has a
right to hurl stones.

Mr. Calhoun, not that I've caused to
suspect any duplicity on your part, but

might we have a look at this horse of
yours?

Have we got a bet?

It's a bet.

Go on over to the depot and take a look
at him. The depot? You got him stabled

at the depot?

We always stable him at the depot.

You don't mean the iron horse.

That's exactly who I mean.

Ben,

we haven't a chance of winning.

We haven't? No. Look, I was there.
Remember?

Applegate breezed by us like we were
just standing still.

We were also towing my private car, the
passenger car, and several tons of

freight. Look, I don't care if you strip
the iron horse down to two wheels and a

whistle. That horse can do a mile into
two minutes, and that's better than

anything we can do. I think you forget
it.

We've got a running start full head of
steam. We've got a level road bed to

travel on.

Diablo's got to go over hills, down
hills, up hills, over gullies. All

all right.

Tell me to fire for you.

Now you keep an eye on Fitzpatrick.

I think I got someone right here. Good
luck.

You late?

I am, indeed.

Ben, Ben, I've gone over the ground
rules of Fitzpatrick. Now, everything is

stipulated and agreed upon.

A run and start for the Iron Horse, with
the Iron Horse getting off under a full

head of steam.

Now, that's a three -mile course.

Let's see now. No mechanical allowances
for failure, etc.

And the race will begin now in one
hour's time.

So we better get underway, huh?

And good luck, Ben. Thank you, Mayor.
You want to go along?

After what I've done?

Get on board.

Teach you how to be a farmer.

I've ridden a lot of races, but never as
a passenger before.

Come on, Ironheart. You can do it,
sweetheart.

Hey, if Diablo heard me, he'd stomp my
head in.

Look at that.

We should have expected something like
this. If you play with him, he makes the

rules. We'll play by his rules.

We're going through.

Unless you've got some plan to make this
locomotive fly like a bird, you better

brace yourself.

Go! Come on!

What now? We make it? Make?

With?

Well... Oh,

face it! Word!

Leg! Dirty trick!

Dirty's the name of this... game.

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