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(Train whistle blowing)

(Theme music playing)

I'm not asking for a year's
extension on my loan, Mr. Holmes.

Not even half a year.

Just 90 days.

Three short months.

Then I'll reach sand canyon,

collect my bonus from
the territory of legislature,

and repay you your loan in full.

Mmm. Three short months.

(Chuckles)

Well, Mr. Calhoun,
to be perfectly frank...

No.

(Chuckles)

Not without more collateral.

I've got it.

Yes, sir.

Ten thousand
acres of prime land.

Granted to me by
territorial deed. (Coughs)

That's my collateral.

Prescott: Ben,
you're absolutely right.

Ah, bucko, you're
an inspiring sight.

Friend, I've known Ben
Calhoun for ten years.

I've sided with him
and against him.

In each way, his
word is pure gold.

My advice is take it.

Whose advice, sir?

Oh, that's a good
question. I'm Prescott webb.

Oh...

Yeah. Good old Prescott.

Yeah. Excuse me, Mr. Holmes.

(Train engine chugging)

Well, it's been a
long time, eh, bucko?

A long time.

I thought you might need some
help in scaling that frozen fish.

Everybody needs a little
help every now and then.

But not yours, Prescott.

You're a brass-plated thief that would
pick a blind man's pocket for breakfast

and Rob your own mother for fun.

Now, you stay out of my life,

stay out of my deals,
and stay out of that car,

or I'm gonna dismember you.

Yeah, but listen, l...

Wait a minute.

(Gasps) Did you see Calhoun?

What did he say?

Well, he, uh...

He kind of overwhelmed me.

I'm going back to
settle a few details.

Good.

Now...

Holmes, we were
discussing my collateral.

Mmm. Mmm. Yes.

(Coughs)

(Clears throat)
10,000 acres of land,

worth at most, um,
50 cents an acre.

What?

Pardon me, sir, but
that's sheer nonsense.

Speaking for
frontier land sales,

I personally can
guarantee the railroad

a net of five dollars
an acre, minimum.

Five dollars?

Prescott: As I told you, bucko,

give me 30 days
to sell the land,

we split the income,

and you are guaranteed
five dollars an acre.

Minimum.

No deal.

No deal?

But, Mr. Calhoun,

five dollars an acre
is a considerable sum.

Precisely, sir, and as bond,

$10,000 in cash.

I said no.

You said no?

But that is a substantial
sum of money.

It's a prime deal, bucko.

You get to keep the land
alongside your right of way,

I sell off what you don't need.

We both make money,
and you get your extension.

That's right.

Sign here.

That's your
collateral. That's right.

(Amusing music playing)

Dave, you know how many timbers
you're going to need for this bridge?

Yes, I know.

I will need to use more men.

But, we can afford it for once.

Maybe.

What do you mean maybe? I read
the agreement. What's wrong with it?

The name at the top
of it: Prescott webb.

Mr. Calhoun!

What is wrong, little man?

Boss, he's coming
and you won't believe it.

Believe what? Prescott webb.

Now how do you know?

Cause I've got a sudden
empty feeling in my gut,

a pocket has just been picked.

(Man whooping)

(Lively music playing)

Hey, good morning, bucko.

Ben: Bring a few
friends for breakfast?

Yeah. They're all
prospective buyers.

Oh, by the way, I'd like you to
meet an acquaintance of mine,

Mr. Brady.

Preacher Brady, isn't it?

Mmm hmm.

Thought they hung you
back in the Oklahoma territory.

Well, I strove
with them, brother,

and made them
see their sinful error.

And lo and behold,
they repented.

I'm Helen garth, Mr. Calhoun,

and I want to
thank you, all of you.

You're welcome.

For what?

For agreeing with our land deal

and giving me the
opportunity of testing my finder.

(Scattered chatter)

And what does your finder find?

Why, it finds gold, Mr. Calhoun.

Gold! (All exclaiming)

Is that a gold fishing?

This is a scientific device
for locating metallic ore

including gold.

Including suckers.

Well, that's progress.

Ben is naturally suspicious,

but you being a man of science,

you understand, don't you?

Ben: Ladies and gentlemen!

You're all here to see
gold discovered by magic.

But I wouldn't bet on it.

Are you saying there's
a swindle, Mr. Calhoun?

(Scattered chatter)

I'm not a judge or a jury.

But I'd sooner put my
faith in leprechauns.

However, they wanna demonstrate.

We'll all watch.

So, whenever
you're ready, ma'am.

Let me help you. Thank you.

Much obliged to you, brother.

(Indistinct chatter)

There.

Now, I'm quite
ready, Mr. Calhoun,

and so is my leprechaun.

If you don't mind, I'd
like to take a look at it.

Hey! I do mind, brother.

Mister.

Your manners are not so good.

Well, then.

Are you about to teach
me manners then, brother?

Nils! Brady!

All right, ladies and gentlemen,

step up, you're about to
see a miracle performed.

Go ahead, dear.

Look.

(All exclaiming)

(Rattling)

(Indistinct chatter)

All right. All right.

Quiet.

Dave. Hmm?

Could it really work?

No, it's just an electrical
spark, barnabas.

Now, I am about
to place this nugget

in this electric coil.

The electricity will
course through it,

and then it will fuse with
the gold under the ground,

be drawn to, and discover it.

(All clamoring)

Man: Oh, look at that.

Prescott: Watch it.

(Speaking indistinctly)

Boss, she's crossing
back onto our right of way.

It is bad?

(All speaking indistinctly)

It's leading us.

(Crackling)

(All exclaiming) It's reacting.

(Shouting indistinctly)

So there can be
no question, you dig.

Ben? Go ahead.

Watch this.

(All speaking indistinctly)

Man: There it goes.

Woman: Come on.

Man 2: It must be there.

Wait a minute.

Prescott: Tarrant? I
think I find something.

Mr. Tarrant.

Man 3: Is it gold?

I think maybe.

Is it gold?

Is it gold?

Is it gold?

It is gold.

(All cheering)

Ben: Well, of course it works.

Can't you people see
when you're being swindled

when it's laid right
out under your noses?

Uh, "swindled", brother?

It was your own man
that dug up the gold.

(All agreeing)

And more important, it
was found on your land.

On railroad property.

(All agreeing)

I don't stand to benefit from
this, but Ben Calhoun does.

(All agreeing)

He's the first man to
benefit from the gold finder.

(All agreeing)

He may be the
first, but not the last.

Who knows how much gold
there is under any of this land,

or all of it?

(All clamoring)

Man 4: Let's go!

You're gonna be a rich man, Ben.

(Amusing music playing)

Hey, there, little cowboy.

Uh, excuse me, friend.

Are you, uh, Brady?

Yes, I am, brother.

I understand your
boss is gonna have

another land auction today.

Less than ten minutes,
first come, first served.

I'd like to make
sure I'm served first.

Uh, I'd be willing to
make a bet of $200

I get my choice of parcels.

$200?

$200?

That, brother, is a
considerable bribe.

Are you crazy? Now, let's
get one thing straight, brother,

Mr. Webb runs an
honest business.

He sells land by
auction to all comers.

Why, I only wanted to... You
only wanted to seduce me

by the power of meaning!

No, brother. No, brother.

Your money is tainted.

(Groans) (All laughing)

And you ain't so
clean your own self.

(Bell dinging)

Now, that auction is
in ten minutes, folks.

Ten more minutes.

Go on in.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Mmm...

Welcome in, stranger.

You go in there, the
first drink is on the house.

Belly up to the bar.
Auction in ten minutes.

Thank you. Thank you.

Please, Mr. Harris.

Mrs. Harris, you
will worry me down!

Now, come on, look at them.

Men coming from every point of the
compass just for the chance of gold.

We have a farm.

That's right. We have a farm
with rocks and snakes and mud!

My family deserves better.

In Illinois, you said it'd be
better on the frontier. That's right.

In Arizona territory, you
said it'd be better up north.

We hardly settled
in here, Mr. Harris.

It's a growing country.

We've gotta keep
moving with the chances.

Trust me, Mrs. Harris.

Homer, go on and get
yourself a drink, hear?

Thank you.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Upbeat piano music playing)

Come on, now. Hit him
harder. You ain't two old ladies.

Now, the auction's
gonna start in two minutes.

There ain't no hollering,
praying nor fighting.

All right. Let's get
this fight over with.

(People cheering)

That auction's gonna start.

Cash only. If you
can't buy, don't bid.

Mr. Webb, all up to you.

Afternoon, gents.

(All greeting)

Now, we're gonna auction
off 100 acres of prime land.

Man: With gold in it?

(All speaking indistinctly)

No guarantees, friend.

My business is selling dirt.

What's under it is your affair.

All right. First up is lot 263.

What are my bids?

500.

500, 500. I've got 500.

550.

Up 50. Up 50. Do I hear six?

600.

600.

How about 670?

650?

I'll wait for the next one.

Going once at 600.

Going twice.

Sold to that gentleman for $600.

(All cheering)

Over here.

Oh, Mr. Calhoun.

Good afternoon. Good afternoon.

Are you going in
to buy some land?

No. I might go in
and watch the show.

Honest men cheating
themselves and all that sort of thing.

Would you join me?

No, thank you. I don't
appreciate your sense of humor.

I'm sorry. (Man groans)

Maybe we ought
to get out of range.

(Chuckles)

All right. Where?

If you're not afraid of the
enemy camp, we can use my car.

For what? Coffee.

Is that the famous
Calhoun hospitality?

Well, Brandy if you
like, and conversation.

Oh, that did it. You know
how women love to talk.

(Men speaking indistinctly)

Man: Come on, get
him. Let's go, come on.

Going, going, gone. It's $750.

(Indistinct chatter)

All right. Now this next
piece is in a beautiful location.

Right near the boundary
of the bts indeed.

And that means Ben
Calhoun's own land.

Near where the gold was found?

That's right, friend.

Maybe you'd like
to start the bidding.

$500.

500, 500, I've got 500.

I've got 550.

575.

1,000. (All exclaiming)

Oh, the price of
land is going up.

1,000. Going.

Going.

1,500. I got part of it here,

and I can give you the
other when I sell my farm.

Oh, I'm sorry, friend,

but the rules say cash only.

I'll have it in a few days.

Give it to him, Mr. Webb.
Give him a chance.

(All agreeing)

All right, friend, you
just bought it for $1,500.

(All cheering)

$575.

Good, my friend,
you sign right there.

You came here to
talk. About what?

I'm a scheming woman, Ben.

And I think fighting is a waste,
especially when we can negotiate.

All right. Then let's get right to
the point and be business-like.

You are no innocent, Ben.

And you need money, for a
very good cause, I must admit.

You want to build a railroad.

Well, Prescott and
I want to get rich.

So, you see, if you cooperate,

and just stop trying to make
our would-be investors suspicious,

well, then everybody
would be happy.

Even your would-be
investors, huh?

What about preacher Brady?

Well, Prescott just thought we
might need a strong right arm.

Why? Does the preacher
make you nervous?

Yes, he does. Very much.

He's a paid killer
that enjoys his work.

Now, webb's salted this
ground out here with gold.

When these men
find out about it,

they're gonna be very unhappy.

And I don't want to see a
bunch of innocent men get killed.

Webb should know
better than try to con me.

No, I should know better
than to try to con you.

All we want to do is make
our money and leave.

There won't be any
trouble unless you force it.

By telling the truth?

To those suckers?

You ram the truth down their throats,
Ben, and they won't blame anybody but you.

Prescott has it all worked out.

If there's any trouble,
it'll hit you first.

And it'll hit you hard.

(Door closes)

The lady left mad.

But she left some interesting
information behind her.

They don't stay around too long.

Well, that's good.

Except that leaves us going
to the bank trying to explain

to a bunch of men why
they couldn't find any gold.

That's bad.

So, I'd better go ask
the man to stick around.

And now claim 290.

Here comes the gold witch.

(All applauding)

When are you going
to look for gold again?

Very soon. How soon?

Well you see the gold finder's
a very delicate instrument.

It's to be tuned perfectly.

And we're having a
little mechanical difficulty.

Ben: That's odd.

You've got a machine that
finds gold. Except it doesn't work.

Well it's just being
repaired and adjusted.

All right.

Then I suggest till you
get it repaired and adjusted

that we all wait.

And let you hang
onto the land, Calhoun?

You're awfully
anxious to keep it.

That's true. If I don't
sell off that acreage

by the end of the week,

the land reverts
back to the bps&d.

And that means Ben Calhoun.

(All clamoring)

All right.

Then we'll let Ms. Garth
gouge for gold again.

And if she finds it,
I'll sell the same land

to you at five dollars an acre.

(All exclaiming)

That's mighty generous.
You know what he's doing.

He's trying to convince
you there's no gold

under that land.

I'll take your offer, bucko.

And I'll convince you that
there is gold under that land.

And Ms. Garth will
demonstrate the gold finder.

Not next month, not
next week, but tomorrow.

(All cheering)

Hey, everybody,
listen, the gold finder.

She's gonna work
the gold finder.

(All cheering)

Man: Now we'll get rich.

We'll all be rich.

(All cheering)

Man 2: The gold finder!

All right, stand back.
Give Ms. Garth some room.

All right, my dear.

(Suspenseful music playing)

(Gunshot)

(All gasping)

That shot came from
Calhoun's railroad car.

He's trying to stop us, all of us,
from finding the gold he knows is here.

(All clamoring)

(Indistinct chatter)

Come on, let's go.

No, wait, wait. Prescott,
stop them, please.

All right my friends, I don't
blame you for being angry.

You've got a right.

As you once commented, Ben,

webb is a very dishonest man.

Let's move back slowly. We
don't want to get anybody hurt.

I don't mean to hurt
anybody but what about us?

Especially us.

Man: Get Calhoun!

Let me go. Why, surely, ma'am.

Prescott, they'll kill
him. They'll kill him.

Oh, don't worry about Ben.

He's tough, he won't be killed.

But he sure is
going to be blamed.

All right.

Wait a minute. Hold it!

That's enough!

Why don't we give
Calhoun another chance?

Why you don't tell
me, Ben? (Chuckles)

I almost was not here in time.

Yeah, that would have
been a shame, wouldn't it?

Yeah, that was good fight.

Hey, little man? Yeah.

Happy you enjoyed it, nils.

I liked that very much.

See? No damage to Calhoun.

But that crowd out there is
convinced there's gold under this land.

(Chuckles) The price of
real estate just went up.

(Laughs)

(Grunts)

Dinner, Mr. Harris?

Good.

Mrs. Harris, I believe
I'm getting closer.

Yes.

(Sighs)

Mr. Harris,

we still owe $925 on this claim.

Mrs. Harris, you gotta realize,

a farm is hard to sell.

Everybody has got gold fever.

But where will we get the money?

Here. Right here.

Mr. Harris,

what if Mr. Calhoun is right?

What if there isn't any gold?

Mr. Calhoun wants
the gold for himself.

The man is a thief!

Am I a thief, Mr. Harris?

We didn't mean anything
personal, Mr. Calhoun.

You stay out of this!

I'm not backing down.

I don't expect you to.

I know what you think of me
and my railroad at this point.

But I just want you to know,

if you get to the bottom
there and there is no gold,

maybe we can help.

Thank you.

We don't need your help.

I hope not.

(Digging)

(Softly) Thank you.

(Upbeat piano music playing)

(Indistinct chatter)

Good enough.

Seat open on table number two.

(Music resumes)

Could you give me a
glass of milk, please?

Get out of my way!

(Groans)

(Clattering)

Please. Huh?

I'm Ben Calhoun.

I know, but Mr. Webb
doesn't want to see anyone.

Tell him I'm here. I don't
think he wants to know.

(Groans)

Now, we'll both go inside.

Well, I didn't hear you
announce Mr. Calhoun.

(Groaning) Well, he...
He sneaked up on me.

What about Mars?

That big Swede got him.

Well, we all make mistakes.

Yeah. We won't make the same
mistake again, will we, brother?

Prescott: Well, Ben, how
about a drink, a cigar?

Helen, let's be hospitable.

Let's not.

What is it, Ben?

It's Sunday.

I figured that our deal will
be canceled by tomorrow,

Monday.

What are you talking about?

I have another week
before it expires.

Yeah, but I thought you
might agree to call it off.

For what reason?

Staying alive is a good one.

Well, now...

Is that a threat, brother?

(Scoffs) Yes, it is.

Prescott: Uh, come, come.

Bucko, we had a battle
of wits, and you lost.

Why don't you accept it?

Just as you've accepted your
share of the money we've made.

My half of the money is
at the bank in scalplock,

and not one penny
of it's been touched.

Why?

To try and provide a safety
net for these customers of yours

when the three of you run out.

Ben, I'm not leaving until I
sell off every acre of this land,

and there's no legal
way for you to make me.

(Scoffs) "No legal way"?

Law out here is
a little sketchy.

You mean guns?

Usually starts with guns and
always winds up in a graveyard.

Barnabas!

Barnabas: Now, boss?

Now...

(Sputters) Hold on, boy.

Watch what you
do with that thing.

Oh, I will, Mr. Brady.

But I'm pretty grim. I
just point and shoot.

And right now,
I'm pointing at you.

Mmm-hmm.

Big fella.

I brought this with me, Ben.

That bartender out
there is a little bit nervous.

That belongs to Mr. Webb.

We don't want to
steal his property,

so give it back to him.

If you say so.

You have the rest of
the afternoon to pack.

And no more land sales.

Or I'll be around here to
see you again tomorrow.

Barnabas.

I can get a dozen
men here by tomorrow.

Don't be stupid.

I learned a long time ago
not to tangle with Ben Calhoun.

You know, I misjudged that guy.

He has a weakness for honesty.

Oh, well...

What are you doing? Packing.

Packing and leaving
a fortune here?

Oh, no, we're gonna
take a fortune with us.

Brady: Webb, I'll go
along with you for now.

I'll go get the horses.

You do that.

I'll be ready in an hour.

You're just as happy,
aren't you, Helen?

(Exhales) Yes, I am.

This started out as a
simple con, Prescott,

and now,

all those sorry
little people, I...

Don't tell me Calhoun's
infected you with his honesty.

You wanna give back your share?

No, I...

I guess I have a
natural immunity.

(Laughs) Smart girl.

Sure.

(Sighs)

They just cheated
you, Mr. Harris.

Mrs. Harris, you don't
know that for sure!

You dug twice as deep as
where they found the gold,

and you found nothing.

All our money, you just
threw away all our money.

(Carriage approaching)

Mr. Harris: Good day, Mr. Webb.

Hey, Mr. Harris, Mrs. Harris.

Fine day.

Is it, Mr. Webb?

Fine day for who?

Oh, you haven't found anything.

Well, there's always hope.

(Sighs) Not for us. Not anymore.

You're not giving up, are you?

I don't know.

I've dug it all up!

Haven't found a
trace of anything.

We gotta eat!

And so do we all, brother.

You owe the frontier
land company $925.

But we're leaving, you
could have the land back.

That wasn't the
agreement, Harris.

Oh, come on,
Brady, let's forget it.

Call it square.

Forget what? That's
almost $1,000, webb.

Prescott: Brady,
I said forget it!

That's mighty
decent of you, brother.

Homer, are you mocking at me?

(Mrs. Harris screams)

Prescott: Brady!

(Gunshot)

(Gasping)

Helen, you coming?

No.

(Urges horse)

(Sobbing)

(Voice breaking) Gold.

He dreamed of finding gold.

Well, I've notified every law
man from here to California.

Well, there's not much
chance in getting them.

Well, they've got a head start,

and Brady's certainly
been chased before.

Prescott webb could teach
an eel about being slippery.

How's Mrs. Harris?

Numb.

She's got a sister that
lives over at doan's crossing.

I've sent for her.

Whatever good that'll do.

Prescott said you
were a con man.

I've turned a trick
or two in my day.

But it's always been
against sharpies,

not against innocent people.

Oh, yes.

Yes. I know how you got
this railroad in the first place.

And now the question is,

how are you going to keep it?

They'll blame you, you know.

I'm sure of it.

Probably a mob forming
over in goldstrike right now.

Hmm.

What are you gonna do?

Take a page out of
Prescott webb's book.

Do a little salting on my own.

(Train whistle blares)

So, you're not going
to tell me your plan?

I don't think I will.

Look, I've already given
back my share of the money.

Here I am, riding
into the middle

of a potential lynch mob with
you. What more do you want?

For you not to ask questions.

All right.

Don't trust me.

You know, I think I like
you when you're suspicious.

On second thought...

(Indistinct chatter)

(Train whistle blowing)

(People shouting)

(All clamoring)

Now, you can all watch this
lady put a bullet through my head,

or you can hear
what I have to say.

(Overlapping conversations)

That's right.

Anyone interested
in finding gold?

What's this all about?

I'll make it simple for you.

Now, you've all bought
land from the bps&d.

Yeah, worthless land.

(All agreeing)

All our money.

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.

You're trying to
tell us there is gold?

I say string him up.

(All shouting indistinctly)

Now hold a gun on me, friend,

but at least hear me out.

All right, Calhoun. But you'd
better be very convincing.

(All agreeing)

First, I wanna tell you that I've got all
of your money in the bank at scalplock.

And we're ready to
buy back your claims.

What about webb?

You bought the
land from the bps&d,

the bps&d will buy it back.

If you're sure
you want to sell it.

(All speaking indistinctly)

I say "if"...

I say "if" for a
very good reason.

And that reason stands beside
me in the person of miss garth,

whom you people have
named the gold witch.

(All speaking indistinctly)

She cheated us, too.

Now, wait a minute.

Did I?

Or was it just because you were
so sure there wasn't any gold,

you didn't even
bother to look for it.

Well, if there is gold,

why did webb and Brady run out?

(All agreeing)

Because Brady killed a man.

And the reason he
killed him was gold!

I found gold right over there.

Nobody else did.

(All agreeing)

Oh, yes.

Somebody else did.

Harris found it.

That's why they
wanted his claim back.

And that's why they killed him.

That's a lie.

That's a lie, boys!

And I challenge you
to prove it, Calhoun,

or else get strung up!

(All agreeing)

You boys have
got me in a corner.

So I've got to play my hand out.

All right.

You follow me.

(Scattered chatter)

All right, Calhoun.

Dig!

Now, remember.

I don't know exactly where it
was that Harris found his gold.

That's downright sad.

Man: There's no gold.

All right, hold it up.
The whole thing's a bluff!

(All speaking indistinctly)

Now, wait!

Wait. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.
Give him a chance!

(All murmuring)

Look!

By the lord. That is gold.

It is gold!

(All clamoring)

Hold it up. Hold it up.

I'm sorry, Mr. Calhoun.

I'm truly sorry.

Man: Calhoun!

(All chanting) Calhoun! Calhoun!

(All cheering)

Ben: A brilliant performance,
and worth every penny of it.

Three hundred,
350, 400, 450, 500.

Thank you, Mr. Trundle.

Thank you.

Say, uh...

You don't think there could be
gold on that property, do you?

Well, if you'd like
to buy a claim...

No.

(Chuckles)

You are a very dishonest man.

Well, when you set
a trap to catch a thief,

the best bait to
use is a big fat lie.

Gold. All over the place.

It's a fact. Otherwise, Ben
would have gotten lynched.

It's really something
to see, fellas.

Many tons of it.

They say it is biggest
gold strike in whole territory.

(All exclaiming)

Yeah, it is good, huh?

Tons of it!

And I'm having a necklace
made out of the raw nuggets.

It'll be the rage in Europe!

(Sighs loudly) Europe.

You know, I think I'm going
to need about four ball gowns.

And since the gold strike, we
anticipate a 100% rise in business.

Please confirm rail shipment.

Benjamin p. Calhoun, the
president and owner of the bps&d,

has said this is possibly the
most important strike in the territory.

Now, I'm telling you again.

It's right here in
this newspaper.

It's a fake.

"A mountain of gold."

Can't be.

To be sure.

And our correspondent learned

that with its newfound wealth

the bps&d is planning another
locomotive, new trackage.

You ever hear of a
locomotive foundry

accepting lies for pay, brother?

"A mountain of gold."

I still have the
rights to 4,000 acres.

Hmm. Except for
one little old thing.

The law.

(Chuckles) Yeah.
The little guy you killed.

I forgot about him.

Otherwise, I could
be sharing in millions.

Come in, bucko.

Now, however did you know that?

I can smell the greed.

Oh, now let's not be hasty.

I admit I left in a bit of
a rush, but I came back.

To stand trial.

Brady killed that poor soul.

Matter of fact, my conscience

has been bothering me so much,

I brought back the money

and I intend to give the
widow a handsome sum.

Please, Prescott,
I'm sick of that tune.

I wanna apologize
to you too, Helen.

You were right.

Right about what?

Honesty.

You know, every once
in a thousand times,

honesty is the best policy,

and you happened to
hit the thousandth time.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Well, now that we're
all friends again...

You were still
part of a killing.

Prescott: An involuntary part.

You know, I have a
great respect for the law.

So, I'm gonna turn Brady in.

Where's Brady now?

Well, I wouldn't know exactly,
but he should be here shortly.

You see, while he was sleeping,

I took his share of the
money and brought it here.

Eh, is that the gold
from the Harris claim?

Ben: That's it.

You're a mighty
fast talker, partner,

but a slow horseman,

and I'm gonna take care of you,

and the money.

Hand me that bag.

Say, do you wanna accompany me?

Just to keep you from
any kind of foolishness.

Now, hand me that bag.

Foolishness is the
right word for it, Brady.

Why don't you take a
look at your fortune?

You don't really think
Prescott would risk real money?

Take a look, it's counterfeit.

(Laughing)

What are you talking about?

Hand me that bag.

Hand me that bag!

(Tense music playing)

Took a considerable risk.

I always pay my debts in full.

Now that we're square,

I guess we can say goodbye.

You're just a little too honest.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Good bye. Good bye.

Thank you, bucko.

Oh, think nothing of it.

Hey!

You think there's a reward?

Alfred spinner.
Claim number 315.

Six hundred.

(All cheering)

Six hundred dollars.

(Indistinct chatter)

Cecil sturdivan.
Claim number 289.

Five hundred and fifty.

(All applauding)

Five hundred and fifty dollars.

Charles swenson,
claim number 317.

Seven hundred and fifty.

(All cheering)

Seven hundred and fifty.

A staggering sight.

Simply staggering.

You're giving away close
to half a million dollars.

It's only money.

Oh, don't ever say that
to a banker, Mr. Calhoun.

Of course, I understand,
Mr. Holmes, you have to

cancel my loan.

Well... (Chuckles)

Unless you have
something of value.

He has.

I stand ready to
back Ben's credit.

With what? Prescott: With
the reward money for Brady.

There was one, you know.

Twenty thousand dollars?

Yeah, well, no, not exactly...

Well, then I'm afraid
the answer is still...

No.

Sorry, old bucko.

(Knocking on door)

Come in.

Ben Calhoun?

Ben: Yes?

I understand you've
got land to sell.

Oh, I'm sorry, friend.

I guess the word hasn't
got around to everybody yet.

There's no gold on the land.

Gold?

No gold, but huge
outcroppings of...

Man: What's all this about gold?

I wanna buy some land.

Two hundred acres.

Let's say, uh, $10 an acre?

I'm sorry, sir...

But Mr. Calhoun...

There no gold on that land,

it's not really worth.

Man: Oh yes, there is!

There are more than
500 people living out there,

living in a town
without a store,

without a laundry, without
a decent restaurant.

Now, I'm a businessman.

A successful one, I might add.

Yes!

Abd I think I've
got a market here.

I'd say that little
town has a big future.

Yes.

Now I am buying 200
acres more than I need

because let me tell you a fact,

that land's gonna be valuable.

You are so right.

Now, I couldn't agree
with you more, sir.

Yes.

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