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(Train whistle blowing)

(Theme music playing)

(Wind whistling)

(Approaching horse snorts)

(Cocks gun)

You're late.

Maybe a couple
of minutes, Mr. Brill.

You came up behind me.

You're kind of a special man.

Understand?

Nobody takes any
chances with you.

Word I got was to meet you.

No reason what for.

You might have been sore at me
for something I didn't know about.

(Chuckles) Oh, no, no.

I'm never sore at
anybody when I need 'em.

Even a stickhead like you.

(Scoffs)

Prison ain't improved
your disposition any.

Nope.

How's that for a start?

It's pretty good for a start.

Must be big. We gonna try
it alone, just the two of us?

What, a thing like
this? Are you crazy?

Follow. Wait a minute.

What've you got in mind?

I got a right to know
what we're trying for,

and who and how
many are with us.

Look, either you're
in or you're out.

You follow me or you don't.

(Horse snorts)

This place got
anything to do with it?

It starts here.

Well, if it's big,

how can we do it
alone, just the two of us?

It won't be just the two of us.

What won't be?

Now, shut up. Listen.

For what?

You give me $200 to
come along with you,

and then you don't
tell me what I got to do

to earn a lot more.

Quiet, quiet. (Clopping
hooves approaching)

There.

And there.

And there.

Will that be it alone?

Do you know any of them? (Sighs)

All of them.

I wouldn't trust any of them.

The only one you
got to trust is me.

Well, we're not a
minute late, Mr. Brill.

(Horse snorts)

I told you this
will be worthwhile.

Here, pass this out.

Now, what you're
looking at is just the start.

The start of what, Mr. Brill?

This time, we're
gonna steal big.

We don't know
what you think is big.

A train.

A whole train, Mr. Brill?

No, not a whole train,
just a man on a train.

But he's worth more money
than any of us ever thought about.

And I got it figured
out, railroad time.

Come on, now.

If any of you don't want a
piece of this big fat pigeon,

hand back the
money and ride off.

Are you after Ben Calhoun,
the president of the railroad?

No, his passenger.
Let's go get him.

Man: Oh, wait a minute.

I ain't tangling
with no railroad.

I want nothing to do with it.

All right.

(Gunshot)

(Horse neighing)

Now you got
nothing to do with it.

(Music playing)

(Train chugging)

Quite impressive.

You might even say, uh, gaudy.

Vulgar, you mean.

You know, Ben, I
paid $24,000 for that.

But not cash.

My husband seldom
pays cash, Mr. Calhoun.

Well...

It's smart.

Rich men, they pay cash.

But the very rich, never.

You see, my dear, Ben
and I understand each other.

Ben, I'm going to rub some
of my riches off on you.

Yeah. (Chuckles)

You've been very
successful, Gill.

But you didn't get
rich by giving it away

to anybody.

Perhaps to you, Ben.

After all, you both Rose
happily from the gutter.

That's why I'm here,
Ben, to help you.

If I may interrupt...

As usual, loyal
ones to interrupt.

It's you who need
the help, Mr. Connor.

And I should say, protection.

Protection? (Chuckles)

From all those hostile
orphans and widows

that want their
life savings back?

Men in big business
bitter enough to...

To what?

Kill him.

Dowell: Because he bested them.

That's why I insisted, you take
extreme safety precautions, Mr. President.

Precautions have already
been taken, Mr. Dowell.

After all, I can't let you get
exterminated at this point.

Oh, that'll be the day.
My husband's a cannibal.

Didn't you know he
eats his enemies alive?

(Chuckles softly)

(Train whistle blowing)

It'll be here in 10
minutes, right on schedule.

You were telling
the truth, friend.

Get it ready.

Hiya!

Welcome, Mr. Connor.

Any moment now.

A day to remember.

Yes, it is. You got your speech
all prepared, Mr. Holmes?

Well... (Laughs)

As a matter of fact, it is.

What do you think of this, Dave?

"Citizens of scalplock,
visitors, and honored guests,

"we are gathered here to
welcome a man of achievement,

(with dramatic
flair) "Vision, stature,

"a great captain of industry."

(Chuckling) I'm sure
he'll like it, he will.

(Chuckling) Yes,
it is good, isn't it?

Actually, I know very little about this
Mr. Connor. What sort of man is he?

He's big. Telegrapher:
Oh, Mr. Tarrant.

Oh, Mr. Tarrant,
the train was due

at the second checkpoint
15 minutes ago,

and it hasn't shown up.

Now, isn't that ridiculous?

Absolutely ridiculous.

"Ridiculous" is not exact.

(Clopping hooves approaching)

Where's the train, ed?

Well, sir, it just isn't. I mean
to tell you it just isn't anywhere.

I rode all the way back to
Briggs junction and they said, uh,

it passed there about an
hour ago. (Stutters) But that's...

It's... it's ridiculous.

An entire railroad train
can't simply disappear.

Well, I'd agree with
you, Mr. Holmes,

but it seems an entire
railroad train has disappeared.

Well, can you see them?

No, not them, not
the train, not anything.

Somebody get drunk,
and do a little talking?

Huh?

Well, not me.

Well, you're lucky, I
haven't got time to find out.

Hiya!

(Steam hissing)

Listen, how long do you plan
on keeping me prisoner here?

It shouldn't be too long.

Just till my men
give me the all clear.

Besides, the delay has
scared the wits out of my wife.

Not at all, I'm rather enjoying
this aspect of frontier hospitality.

Ben, you had no business
doing this without my authority.

Your man, dowell, did everything

but send up smoke signals
warning me to protect you.

So I did.

Here we are and there's nobody
gonna find you till I'm ready for them.

I brought along my own guards.

(Scoffs)

Three of them?

If anybody really
wanted to get at you,

it'd take an army
to protect you.

However, just to make
Mr. Connor happy,

why don't you men
get back to your posts?

What good do you think
they were gonna do?

Anybody with a train schedule and a
stopwatch could have had you for lunch.

At least, you could've told me.

Elizabeth: Oh, Gill, I thought
you rather like surprises.

Ben: I wouldn't
take it too personally.

After all, I've got to keep you alive
until I can squeeze a loan out of you.

(Chuckles) In a
friendly way of course.

Barnabas.

Ah, champagne.

Give the nice man
his money, Gill.

(Neighs)

And now, I'd like to make
a toast. Ben: Go ahead.

To Ben Calhoun, the
greatest con man I know.

(Chuckles)

Takes one to know one, Gill.

Now, why don't we
get down to business?

You know, Ben,

when I look out there
at that virgin country,

I see a land that's
crying for traffic,

commerce, industry,
settlers and wealth.

It's the dream of
the future, Ben.

One quarter of a
million dollars, hard cash.

For what?

51% of the common stock.

That's it. Take it or leave it.

Ben: Leave it.

Your money means a
good yield to me, Gill,

but not nearly as
much as my railroad.

But you'll have your railroad.

I'll have 49% of your railroad.

(Chuckles softly)
Point to Mr. Calhoun.

(Chuckles)

Oh, Ben, I should've remembered.

Charming Ben Calhoun.

But when he played poker, or
gambled on a deal... (Matches light)

He always went in for the kill.

Mr. Calhoun, did you
ever kill my husband?

(Chuckles) No, no such luck.

We grazed each
other a few times.

Might've even drawn a little
blood every now and then.

All in a friendly spirit, huh?

(Scoffs)

Of course.

All right, Ben, I have the
money, you hold the cards.

Let's split the difference,
50%, even-Steven.

As you say,

it is a virgin country.

It needs people,
commerce, and industry.

Somebody can make a
fortune with my railroad.

And my quarter million.

For which I'll give you 25%.

(Laughs) I won't take
that and you know it.

You just acquired the great western
locomotive and coach company.

You're gonna need new business.

The bps&d can give it to you.

Not at your price.

It's the only price
you're gonna get.

(Sighs) Thirty percent.

Twenty five.

Ben, you don't have a
scruple in your body. It's a deal.

Barnabas.

Got it, boss, 25%
for $250,000. Yes, sir.

(Clears throat) I'll draw up
the necessary legal papers.

Legal papers? (Chuckles)

I remember when we used to
do business on a handshake, Gill.

It's a deal, partner.

All right, hold it
right there. Ben?

It's all right.
Come on in, Dave.

Well, how'd everything
go at scalplock?

Everything went fine at
scalplock, but at a junction point,

the switchman was beaten unconscious
and the lines had been blocked.

It means that whoever is after
Mr. Connor is getting pretty close.

Dave: Are we still after him?

(Chuckles) No, our deal's made.

Oh, that's great.

Uh, Gill and Mrs. Connor,

this is my friend, my conscience,
and the chief construction engineer

with the bps&d,
Mr. Dave tarrant.

Mr. Connor. Mrs. Connor.

Now that we're partners,
please call me Elizabeth.

Gill: Construction
engineer, huh?

You must have had something
to do with the abduction.

Guilty, but it was necessary.

Is there any real danger?

I think the incident at junction point
means we have to be more careful.

Well, whoever did it,
must be looking for Gill.

Which is a pretty good reason
for us to be getting out of here.

Is the line open into
scalplock? It will be.

All right, barnabas, let's
get her moving. Yes, sir.

Come on, let's get the track.

(Clanking)

Barnabas.

All ready. I'm impressed.

We strive for
efficiency in all times.

(Chuckles)

(Chuffing slowly)
(Steam hissing)

(Thuds)

(Train chugging)

Pleased.

He's coming. Good.

How are we gonna
hit him, Mr. Brill?

Quietly.

Real quietly.

Barnabas. Yes, sir, Mr. Calhoun.

Are the sandwiches
ready yet? Um...

Almost, but not quite.
Not just immediately.

In fact, uh... In fact what?

No, they're not ready yet.

And, barnabas, this time, will
you do it without the feathers, huh?

What, no feathers? (Scoffs)

No feathers in a chicken sandwich? How
are they supposed to know it's chicken?

Now, listen to me.

You can be the world's
worst cook. And I am.

And it's not gonna get you up
there workin' on a cab any faster.

You're a bright
fellow. Yes, sir.

But you are young. You
know it, and I know it.

Only you know that, boss.

So, let's just get the
sandwiches ready.

Mr. and Mrs. Connor have
been waiting a long time.

They're hungry.
Well, they'll hate them.

But maybe they'll be so happy about
the deal you made, they won't even eat.

No, it's not a good deal.

It's not a good deal?
For who, him or us?

For us.

"Not a good deal
for us." Why not?

Because he agreed
to it too quick.

"Agreed to it too quick."

What's the matter with that?
That's the matter with that.

"He agreed too quick.
That's the matter with that."

Oh, I get it, that's
the matter with that.

Right.

Now let's hurry up and
get the sandwiches ready.

Worst in the world, boss.
They're coming right up.

(Water splashing) (Pipe thuds)

(Train chugging)

Just a murder, barnabas.

Without a doubt, the worst
sandwich I've ever eaten in my life.

Well, Mr. Calhoun,
that's what you get for

leaving the cooking
to a vice president.

It's deliberate. Kidnapping,
followed by poisoning. (Chuckles)

Bps&d offers everything.

Are you unhappy here, Elizabeth?

Oh, not at all. After all, I
insisted on coming with you.

Ease those brakes on.

Hands up.

We just want Mr. Connor,
but we don't want him worn.

So stop this steam kettle easy.

(Train whistle blows)

Scalplock already?

Shouldn't be.

I'll go check.

(Gunshot) (Groans)

Get down on the
floor, Mrs. Connor.

Barnabas, take dowell and go
down to the kitchen. Stay there.

Yes, sir.

Take that and get
over to the window.

(Gunshots)

(Whistling)

(Gunshots)

(Gunshots)

Drop it. (Hammer clicks)

You're a lucky kid, I need you.

For what?

An escort.

Jimson.

Drop your guns.
Don't turn around.

He came up from
behind, boss. Shut up.

(Sighs)

All right, you
take the little one.

And that one.

Mm.

And I'll take care of this.

Now wait a minute.

Get him mounted and tie him up.

Just a minute.

Hey! Huh? Ah-ah-ah.

Get out of here.

The next time, run
your trains on time.

Mr. Calhoun? Mr. Calhoun.

All right, let's
get out of here.

(Whooping)

Ben. Are you all right?

Yeah.

(Faintly) I'm all right.

(Neighing)

Dave: Ben?

Go quick, get help,
they've taken my husband.

It must have been
a dozen of them.

You know who they were?

No. The leader of that
bunch was named brill.

His picture's on every poster
from here to Kansas City.

You both go out and see if you
can round us up some horses.

All right.

You all right? Yes.

Don't worry about Gill, they
want him alive, remember that.

(Door closes)

You get dressed, we'll
wait outside for you.

Yes.

Good. Barnabas, take Mrs.
Connor on into scalplock.

As soon as the posse is
formed, send them back here.

Dave and I'll leave a
trail they can follow.

Yes, sir. Elizabeth: Just
a minute, gentlemen.

I'm coming with you.

I'm afraid not, ma'am.

Brill is a killer and he'd kill you
just as quickly as he would Dave or I.

Mr. Calhoun, they've
taken my husband.

That involves me
whether I like it or not.

All right. Barnabas, move out.

Halt.

What are we stopping for?

You can untie this one now.

What do we do with this one?

Kill him.

(Knife thudding)

So much for the lawyer.

(Grunts)

Hey, where's the sheriff?

Hey! Hey, wake up.
Where's the sheriff?

Oh, he's out with the
posse looking for the train.

He says he won't be
back until they find it.

Barnabas, where have you been?

Out at... Are you aware that
the entire train has been stolen?

Well, yes, Mr. Holmes. Except,
no, not exactly. Not the train.

Just Mr. Connor and his lawyer.

Who stole them?

The brill gang.

You don't say. You don't say!

Yes, he does say. Where?

Uh, 10 miles
past junction point.

They headed almost due
north towards the high Sierra.

I'll get some men
together. Some men.

Uh, you stay here,
we'll need a guide.

You, get on the wire, alert
the army at Briggs junction.

Yes, sir.

In Prescott, the governor invited
Mr. Connor to a ball. (Telegraph clicking)

In Goldfield, they elected
him honorary mayor.

And in scalplock,
he's kidnapped.

Come on, soldier boy.
Come on, come on, wake up.

Oh, you better get
Mr. Connor back quick.

Ever since that
train disappeared,

these telegrams
have been coming in,

asking what happened to him.

Mm-hmm. He's almost as
important a man as Mr. Calhoun.

Was he close to Gill?

He was Gill's best friend.

We'll take a rest here.

Ben, I think we're gonna have to
track down on foot from now on anyway.

Why don't I go up ahead? Fine.

What are you gonna do, Ben?

Move the body over to
the shade and cover him up.

Why don't you wait
here? It's not a pretty sight.

I've seen a corpse before.

Strange.

None of the stories are true.

He doesn't look peaceful at all.

(Squirrel squeals)

(Gun cocks)

I think perhaps you care a good deal
more about Gill than you've shown so far.

He's quite a man.

You're thinking I'm not the kind
of woman to love a man like that.

Or to care what happens to him.

Well, I suppose, if I were to be honest,
that thought had crossed my mind.

Well, to be brutally
honest, I am not devoted

to Gill Connor, but I am devoted
to the idea of being a wife.

Enough to sacrifice your life?

Well, who are you?

Nobody, I live around here.
I was doing some hunting.

Your name's Dave tarrant. You're
chief construction engineer for the bps&d.

And if you're here, Ben
Calhoun can't be far.

You're a gambler, Ben. So am I.
I had to be. You understand that.

Well, I pride myself on
never welshing on a bet.

What bet?

That I could marry Gill
Connor for his money,

and still make him a good wife.

We both lost.

I can't give him love,

but I can be loyal.

You don't believe me?

I don't.

It seems to me that a loyal wife
might have gone back to scalplock,

tried to raise the ransom in
case that's what they're after.

Well,

there's another reason,

a more recent one.

I said I was loyal.

Oh, there have been men that have
made advances to me and flattered my ego.

But I always prided myself that their
advances presented no temptation.

I played the part of Gill
Connor's wife for six years...

(Sighs)

When, in reality, I was just

one of his possessions.

And now,

for the first time,

I've met someone who has

made me feel a woman.

Better try to find Gill.

Dave should be on
his way back by now.

Brill: You know, you got a
reputation as an honest man, tarrant.

But I'll tell you this,

you're a bad liar.

We know that Calhoun wouldn't
let you come tracking us alone.

Where is he?

Stubborn, isn't he?

That's good enough. Shows he's
got something to be stubborn about.

Calhoun's around here somewhere.

Go get the man.

(Grunts)

(Man groans)

(Grunting)

Real stubborn.

Go on.

Oh...

Why don't you just sit there?

All right, don't move a muscle.

You're a noisy tracker, friend.

(Grunts)

That's enough. You
got suckered, jimson.

Right this way, Calhoun,
straight ahead and keep walking.

You too, ma'am.

Well, nice of you to drop in.

Where's my husband?

What have you done with
my husband? (Door closes)

(Clicks tongue)

You shouldn't have followed us.

They're murderers, Ben.
They killed my husband.

I wouldn't worry too much
about him if I were you.

He's always been able
to take care of himself.

Especially when he's got
the things that he likes most.

Good whiskey, card game,

but most of all, the
wall street financial.

Come on out, Gill,
we got a party going.

Well, well, well.

Ben Calhoun and my devoted wife.

Well?

Ben, I'm in the investment
business, but right now,

I wouldn't invest
five cents in your life.

Congratulations.

Your performance
was magnificent.

It had to be, to take you in.

No, not necessarily.

It's not hard for a
friend to take me in.

Well, I put on my last show. You
might say I'm headed for retirement.

Shame.

It's always a shame when
a great performer retires.

No regrets, Ben.

Why, Gill?

Why all of this?

It's a simple matter
of dollars and cents.

But your empire should have
produced enough revenue.

(Inhales)

It's a paper empire, Ben.

Paper and spits.

Companies built on enthusiasm
and water without foundations.

They were built so big and high that
they dazzled even the smartest of men.

That's the whole story, Ben.

I guess by now, my board
of directors knows everything.

It had to happen
sooner or later,

I just made it
happen a little sooner

by skimming something
off the top for myself.

But now, I'm in the clear.

But aren't you
forgetting something?

My wife?

I'm touched by your
devotion, my dear.

I'm touched that you're touched.

You didn't really think I would take
you with me. Or was it a surprise?

Nothing you could
do would surprise me.

I watched you Rob and
cheat your way up the ladder.

Elizabeth: Oh, it's taken me
a long time to realize the truth.

But now, I despise you.
Everything about you.

Except my money. (Scoffs)

That's as filthy as you are.

Oh, you could always wash
your hands after you spend it.

It's a pity you had to
show up, Elizabeth.

I was gonna leave you this
diamond ring as a going away present.

But I can't very well
leave you behind to tell

everything you know, now, can I?

You're making a
mistake if you kill all of us.

Ben: This whole scheme
might blow up in your face.

Gill: Mm, you're
forgetting about dowell.

You hang just as long for
one murder, as you do for four.

Go ahead, brill.
You know what to do.

Just a minute.

Goodbye, Ben.

Do you think it's time
you told these boys?

Gill: Tell them what? Ben: About
the money that they'll never see.

Brill: What's he
talking about, Connor?

Gill: Now come on. A man in
his position doesn't talk, he bluffs.

Elizabeth: Is he bluffing, Gill? Are
you setting up another little scheme?

Probably told you it
was in the little black bag.

Yeah, he did. He
showed it to us on the trail.

Five will get you 10,
it's not in there now.

Don't listen to him,
he's stalling for time.

Go ahead, open it.

Well, Connor, you
filthy swine. (Gunshots)

(Grunting)

(Gunshots)

You need looking
after, Mr. President.

Much obliged.

Keep them pinned down.

(Gunshots continue)

Pretty good with a gun,
that engineer. Yeah.

But he's got to run out... But
he's got to run out of ammunition.

Yeah.

He's not out yet. Stubborn.

It's time to go.

We bust out, move
fast and spread. Right.

Wait, the girl's out there.

Come on!

All right, Jim.

(Gun cocks)

Gill!

(Gun clicking)

(Grunts)

Your gun's empty, Ben.

Would you want
to bet your life on it?

Well, uh, makes the bet
interesting, the size of the stake.

Only it's not much
of a gamble, Ben.

I know your gun's empty
or you would have shot me.

Or are you being
sentimental? (Gun cocks)

Elizabeth: Drop your gun, Gill.

I won't be sentimental, Gill.

(Gunshot)

How'd you learn
about that satchel, Ben?

I didn't.

Ben: I was just stalling.

If I would've had to bet, I
would've bet that it was empty.

Why?

Something you told
me a long time ago.

The con man always has
to keep his money on him

in case he would
have to leave in a hurry.

That's lovely
stuff, isn't it, Ben?

(Train chugging)

Too bad you didn't get me
to sign those papers, Ben.

You might have taken them to
a bank and got yourself a loan.

As it is, they're worthless.

I don't know.

Your company is pretty grateful for
the money we did give back for them.

You can never
tell, they (Chuckles)

Might make me
chairman of the board.

(Chuckles softly)

That figures, his companies
are shakier than our railroad.

Oh, I don't know,
you might get lucky.

You've always had
your share of luck, Ben.

Can't argue with that.

Luck's been a great partner.

It's a shame things
turned out the way they did.

We would've been a great team,
you and I. (Train whistle blows)

Where will you
go now, Elizabeth?

Back home, till
things get settled.

Then I hope to get away.

Away from everything that I've been
associated with for the last few years.

It hardly seems
necessary to say it,

but you'll be traveling
as our guest on bps&d.

Thank you, Ben.

You've been very kind to me.

And I hope that one day, when
you finish building your railroad,

you may find time
to come and see me.

Thank you, I will.

You'll be all right
in the meantime?

I think so.

I'm tough.

(Chuckles softly)

(Train whistle blowing)

(Station bell ringing)

(All cheering)

Welcome. You're late.

Welcome.

Welcome.

Well, Mr. Connor, you're quite
a celebrity here in scalplock.

Oh, they're my kind of
people, born investors.

We were hoping you'd like
them. They'll be on your jury.

(Clearing throat)

Citizens of scalplock,

visitors and honored guests,

we are gathered here to
welcome a man of achievement,

of vision,

of, uh, stature,

our great captain, of indus...

(Chain clinks) (Crowd murmuring)

Keep singing my praises, friend,

I'll need all that
character references.

Seems like such a
waste with a mind like his.

I wouldn't worry
about it if I were you.

I bet he'll skin out of it.

(Theme music playing)