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(Whistle blowing)

(Theme music playing)

There's the stage.

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. Hmm.

We'll load your luggage, bub.

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

You the station agent?

Can I help you, sir?

I want one ticket to scalplock.

Oh, he is following us.

Why?

Young man, where can we
find the sheriff in this town?

You can't, he's gone
a couple of days.

What are you all scared of?

Him?

Him.

He followed our stage coach
all the way from amarillo.

He didn't do anything.

Just followed.

When we stop,

he stop.

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.

Take it on down to the end
of the line and after that...

Excuse the delay, folks.

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

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

Dear ulysses,

this is to inform you that we've
now hooked onto the banner.

Gonna be moving on west.

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

Well?

I thought I knew him.

It's Carl mobley.

The executioner.

Fremont: Executioner?

You want somebody
killed, you hire him.

$1000 a hit.

Satisfaction or your money back.

Well, what does he want?

He's been hired
to kill one of you.

Maybe.

Or maybe you.

Or maybe him.

Rita: Yes.

Or any of us.

(Whistle blowing)

After you.

We'll unload the fourth lotion
shipment to Briggs junction.

Which means we'll run late.

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

Six hours late.

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

Let's be optimistic, barnabas.

Mr. Calhoun, the passengers
are all looking forward

to a hot meal and a
clean bed in scalplock.

Who's gonna tell them they're
not gonna stop overnight?

You are.

Me?

It's your new job.

Just been promoted to the
head of customer relations.

So, uh, speaking
officially for the b p, s & 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.

Uh, there is a marshal at
Briggs junction, isn't there?

Barnabas: Yes, sir.

Uh, coffee and sandwiches
are right here folks.

Courtesy of the b p, s & d
customer relations division.

And uh, help yourself, please

and I hope you have a nice trip.

Would you like some?

Situation is
positively barbaric.

The way he just sits
there watching us.

Kind of like an undertaker,

sizing you up for
a coffin, isn't he?

It might be your coffin.

Beautiful country, isn't it?

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.

That is an interesting
town, Denver.

Mr. Calhoun.

Five of us all strangers
except for frank and me

travelled by stage
coach from amarillo.

There was a man... (Banging)

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 deal
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.

Do you know him?

By reputation only.

Then you know he's a murderer.

He's never been
convicted I heard.

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 ranges an accident,

or he always finds a way.

Sara, it couldn't be you.

You mean he's travelling
just like the rest of us.

It's possible.

Like you to a new life or
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.

The train ride.

Then a stage at
scalplock to California.

That was my destination.

But, I didn't expect
anything like this man.

Sara.

I'll get off the
train at scalplock.

If you'll go with me.

Sara...

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.

Dan, 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.

Ben: You get back on the train.

Go get a horse saddled up.

Thanks.

I'm giving you a
horse, Mr. Mobley.

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, mobley.

And 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.

Only way I can make sure of that

is to get you off the train.

Your money will be
refunded, of course.

And 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 uses it.

(Whistle blowing)

(Whistle blowing)

(Clicking)

Keeping a diary, fremont?

You know I ain't, and I can't.

Breakfast, 15 cents,

Paris gum, $11, ten cents.

I like to keep track.

He counts pennies,

you count bullets, same habit,

different trade.

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

It's 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.

(Laughs)

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.

Uh, 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 a bottle.

And yours in the
bottom of a ditch.

(Chuckling)

It'll come. Cards don't
care, they just tell a story.

A journey.

And a death.

(Crackling)

(Wheels screeching)

(Screaming)

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

Is Mr. Mobley invited?

Let's not talk about him.

Nervous, Mr. Mason?

(Chuckling)

You seem to be all right, Lucas.

Yeah, I guess so.

Coffee's started, boss.

I suppose I better fix
some breakfast, huh?

Not gonna be any time for that.

I want you to get
back to the rail head

and tell Dave that I need
rails, ties and two winches.

And also to get the logs
that grew up here right away.

Everything, right, got it.

- Hurry up.
- Right.

I'll bust the boiler.

Don't bust it, but strain it.

Yes, sir.

Ben: All right folks, now
we got help on the way.

(Whistle blowing)

(Chugging)

(Whistle blowing)

Meanwhile you're all
invited in the private car

and we'll see about
getting something to eat.

What about mobley?

Well, we only saw a
silhouette of a man.

Could have been anyone.

Except it, uh,

was mobley.

Why are you so sure?

The cards.

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

Death.

(Scoffs) Rank superstition.

Well, I think it's something
more serious than that.

I think it's hunger.

Ladies, if you
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 pots and pans.

Well, you could have
fooled me, miss Talbot.

I'll open blind, two bits.

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

I'll fold.

Call.

Uh, call and
raise half a dollar.

Call.

I'll fold.

And a half dollar.

Call.

Poker is a game of mathematics

I pride myself on
playing it skillfully.

Now, that's skill,
dealing yourself an ace.

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.

Baxter: Hello, little lady.

Queens will bet... Four bets.

Your half and raise 50 cents.

You're very conservative.

Oh, I'm not greedy.

Downright cute,
betting into my queens.

I'll just call.

Two pair.

Queen's 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 times.

Skill. Is that what you call it?

Well, now... Now look
here, is this slander?

Cut.

(Clearing throat)

Lordy, lordy.

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

certainly I have the ability

to spot one when
one's being dealt.

You're jumping to conclusions.

Now this meeting's
gonna come to order.

I saw Mason slip a
card into... into his hand

when he filled that flush.

If I wanted to cheat,
Mr. Boston poker player,

you'd never know about it.

You know what business
he's in. He's a book-keeper.

How'd you like him
keeping your books?

I think fremont just
made a little mistake.

Wanna be dealt in next hand?

Baxter: First I want a
little extra for Mr. Fremont.

You know this bag you've been
carrying around like it was your baby?

Empty that out on the table.

Why?

Because I'm
curious, book-keeper.

Me too!

Yeah. What have
you got in there?

Show it or bleed for it.

Put that gun away, Baxter.

All right.

Well, I hope you're
satisfied, Mr. Baxter.

Thank you, Mr. Calhoun.

Well, I did cheat, but it was

only a little penny at a game.

Mr. Calhoun, mobley's back.

You're a long way from
buffalo pass, Mr. Mobley.

You seem to be riding
in the wrong direction.

It's been a long, cold ride.

I'd be obliged for
a cup of coffee.

All right.

No, it's not all right!

You take it easy.

I'm as fast as him.

I'm faster.

You came for me, didn't you?

Tell me!

Tell me!

I'm waiting, executioner.

Waiting to die, aren't you, boy?

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

(Gunshots)

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

It's 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?

Because miss Collins, it
could be me that he wants.

Dan?

Dan?

Dan?

Where's Dan?

Soldier boy, soldier boy,
where have you gone?

(Chuckling) Stay with
me. Nobody need to know.

Please, Mr. Mason.

I've been waiting for mobley.

Do unto others before
they do unto you.

It's the gospel
according to frank Mason.

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

I'm sure he is. And I
know who sent him.

And yesterday I was
so scared, I was sick.

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

I 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.

(Sara groans)

(Screaming)

(Grunting)

Dan, don't, he's drunk.

You get out.

He... he was sitting
here in the dark,

waiting to shoot mobley.

Huh.

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 drunk.

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. Not
very much. I...

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.

Oh, I... (Door opening)

Relax. It's not mobley.

Evenin', 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 gonna lock you in
the baggage compartment.

Join me in an apology?

No, 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 sleep 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 president.

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 him.

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 I'm dirt.

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

Well, thank you.

I tell you we looked everywhere,

both of 'em are gone,
Mr. Calhoun. Mobley and Mason.

His horse too.

Ben: Did you see Mason leave?

No.

Did anybody see him leave?

Nobody saw him.

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 dissolve a
partnership, miss Talbot.

Mr. Gilmore.

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

You're not gonna leave us here.

What if mobley comes back?

Ask him to stay.

Here he is.

He's dead.

It's not a gunshot wound.

Hit his head on a
rock and drowned.

And this is an easy
one for mobley.

It's not mobley.

Does it appear to be his style?

Mason was destined to die.

Mobley would have
hunted him down eventually.

You made a very accurate
prediction, miss Talbot.

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.

And that is what
killed him, isn't it?

Mobley: That's exactly
what killed him, Mr. Calhoun.

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.

Ben: And so was Mason.

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

Other people's fear.

But you're not afraid.

No.

Sara... 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?

You can't kill
him, miss Collins.

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.

And get it over with.

I will.

Lieutenant.

I will.

(Gunshot)

Miss Collins,

you really should
have pulled that trigger.

Those ripples are
like a man's life.

Takes a certain direction,
no way to change it.

Ben: That changes it.

Carl: 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.

Drunkenness caused
him to trip and drown.

But he had an appointment.

Does fremont?

Not all of us.

Mr. Calhoun!

Mr. Calhoun!

(Gunshot in distance)

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 mobley 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.

(Gunshots in distance)

And I'm going to
find out which one.

Right now.

Don't be a fool, gilmore.

You wouldn'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.

Oh, you've come
back, Mr. Fremont.

It's me, isn't it?

I know it is.

Please, tell me.

They sent you
after me, didn't they?

Oh, please, please...

Don't harm me.

I'll give you
everything I've got.

Money, money...

All the money you'll
ever need. You...

You'll be a rich man, yes.

$50,000.

$50,000!

Take it.

Take all of it.

All my life I've been
working for somebody else.

I never had anything on my own.

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.

Just 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 and judge men, 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.

She had an attack
in those few minutes.

Later I found out,

she had willed me a
large estate in monterey.

Later, miss Collins?

Yes, Mr. Mobley. Later.

Do you believe that
story, lieutenant?

I loved 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!

I'm not! Mobley,
leave her alone!

You defend the murderers,

but you wouldn't defend
your own men, lieutenant.

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 $1,000
to get it for him.

I don't believe you
deserted your men.

I was court martialed.

They made a mistake.

Sara, 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.

That's as far as you go, mobley.

You said that inside of everyone

there was ugliness.

I wanna see
what's inside of you.

Nobody ever opened
that bag before, but me.

Put that back.

St. Louis, Missouri.

Mr. Paul Clinton.

Mrs. Carl mobley

and Mrs. Mobley's
five-year-old daughter

were killed here today
just outside of town.

The clipping doesn't
say who killed them.

Don't do that.

Picture of a woman,
and a little girl.

Mobley: And lock of hair.

Five-year-old girl's hair.

Why don't you
throw that away too?

Why did 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 with him.

They took our little girl.

I caught up with
them outside of town.

The bullet that
hit him ricocheted

and killed my little girl.

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

Killing.

Only those that
deserved 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
$1,000 to kill gilmore

and a lot of others like him.

In reality, what
you've been looking for

is your own executioner.

I've got a job to finish first.

There's no one
who has to die now.

It's all gone.

The reasons.

You killed for them.

Can you live with them?

No.

Gilmore. Never mind gilmore.

Leave.

(Gunshot)

He kept his appointment.

Mr. Calhoun, I...

I don't know how to say...

No need to say anything.

You'll be going on to
monterey now, I suppose.

And stay there.

No matter what.

That's right.

No matter what.

Good-bye.

Mind if I say thank you?

Good luck to you in Denver.

Oh, I don't think Denver.

They say San Francisco
is the town now.

Can you arrange passage for me?

Now, 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?

To San Francisco?

No.

Back to Boston.

We can arrange it, Mr. Fremont.

It'll be taken care of.

Thank you.

What happened to
the other passengers?

And Mr. Mobley?

He had an appointment, barnabas.

One he couldn't break.

Let's go see if
president Grant's

trying to get a hold of us.

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