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(Train whistle blowing)

(Theme music playing)

Fours and nines, two pair.

Three treys.

(Laughs)

Beats nines and fours.

Second best hands will kill you.

(Bell rings)

(Indistinct talking)

Here's a good one, applegate.

Here's a better one.

(Laughs)

And that is no good.

Oh, ooh.

I bet $500.

Hmm.

I've gotta 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... Now after all,
that is my money you're playing with.

Your money?

Not that it's any of
your concern, mister,

but as much as
applegate's into me,

I 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.

Man: Would you like
it better if I interrupt?

Relax, gentlemen. I'll
be the soul of brevity.

You're just about
tapped, applegate.

Aw. A condition you're not about

to rectify with these.

Each of these ious

sports your John hancock

to the aggregate tune of $5,000.

Am I right?

All you needed was a couple
of starts for your race horse,

and you pay me off.

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've got a proposition for you.

In lieu of cash,

I'll cancel your indebtedness

in return for half
interest in diablo.

Applegate: No, I
couldn't, Mr. Patrick.

I just couldn't

trade any part of diablo.

He's like my family.

No, Jack, Jack.

Just give me a little time,

will you? Time.

I told you talking
was a waste of time.

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

Uh, 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!

(Grunts)

The door over there,
I suggest you use it.

Unless you've got other plans.

Uh, not my line of endeavor,
sir. Thank you all the same.

I suppose you prefer
I took this with me.

Get him out.

(Grunting)

There you go. That's better.

Better re-deal them.

(Sighs)

Take a look at that hand.

Oh... (All laugh)

What? How do you think it went?

Like shooting fish in a barrel.

(All laughing)

Mr. Calhoun, come here.

Now that's got to be the most

beautiful horse I've ever seen.

That's diablo.

Three-year-old, black
son of El scimitar.

Out of sturgeon's quest.

Winner of 17 out of 21 races.

Saratoga, marimack,
silver spring, aqueduct.

Present owner,

digby applegate. (Mouthing)

(Chuckles) What did
he have for breakfast?

The horse or the rider?

We got up full head of steam?

Yeah, we're full throttle. Why?

I'd say he could run quite some.

He wants us to pull up.

Yeah.

(Whistle blowing)

(Diablo neighing)

Hey, I sure appreciate
you stopping like this.

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

All part of the
policy at b.P.S & d.

Stop at all cattle
crossings, landslides,

for old poker partners.

What's bothering you?

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

Only aggravated.

Uh, Jack Fitzpatrick says if he
don't get immediate satisfaction

on them ious of mine,

he's gonna get a court order...

Attaching diablo.

Satisfaction.

You know, if chickens
was two for a nickel,

I couldn't even buy
part interest in a gizzard.

Well, uh...

A little loan might
help. Why, I...

Oh, no. No, no.

That's not how come
we flagged you down.

What we wondered, uh,

diablo and me, was uh,

could we hitch a ride on your
freight car as far as scalplock, huh?

I don't like to ride him
any more than I've got to.

I got to save them
legs for the purses.

You know, that's all we need.

A couple of money starts, and
we'll have that Fitzpatrick... (Inhales)

Well...

Squared 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.

As I remember that iou, uh,

Fitzpatrick's holding is for
$5,000, isn't that right? Yeah.

Ben, I wonder if I could
have 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.

Maybe you give his
proposition a thought.

I'll give you the
$5,000 that you need.

You'll in turn deed over
49% of the horse to me.

With the condition that you
can buy him back at anytime

whenever you've got the
money, plus interest of course.

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

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

I don't understand Mr. Calhoun,

uh, what do you get out of this?

What do I get out of it?

I thought that was obvious.

A race course.

Scalplock's own race course.

Man: Popcorn, peanuts!

Popcorn, peanuts!

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

Man: No gambling, no gambling.
Looking for a gambling man.

Sir! You have the
appearance of a gambling man.

Would you care to place a friendly
wager on this afternoon's event?

As I've already informed these good
people, this is just a hobby of mine.

Professionally, I'm in
farming implements.

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.

Jessup's horse, against diablo?

(Laughs) I've been
burnt twice already

backin' in local entries.

Twice, that's civic pride.

Three times, that's
when my missus here

signs the commitment papers.

(All laughing)

Diablo's gonna be
beaten sometime, friend.

Uh, 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.

(All laughing)

(Indistinct talking)

Would you place a friendly
wager on this afternoon's event?

As a fellow devotee
of the sport of kings...

Julie, you'd think none of 'em
ever seen a horse race before.

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

Word's spreading like measles.

Did you hear the green
front ran out of whiskey?

They had to send
over Juniper for more.

Yeah.

Well, I'll tell ya, applegate
may not be getting

fat on the purses yet, but, uh,

merchants sure are doing fine.

Oh, what're we gonna
do when it slacks off?

Trot out a two-headed dog?

(Laughs) 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 create 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 better get over to
the starting line there.

I imagine the mayor's having
a conniption by this time.

(Band playing)

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

I know, barnabas.

I know, I know.

You might just ease up
the cinch, just a little bit.

Right.

Diablo likes to ride in comfort.

Yes, sir, yes sir, yes sir.

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.

Like the fella says,

takes a thoroughbred
to know one.

(Neighing)

You're all set.

Diablo.

Let's go do it.

(Crowd clamoring)

Mayor on megaphone:
All right, folks. Quiet! Quiet!

Can I have your attention?

Now this is a
point to point race,

with a lap and tap 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 to this line.

And the first to cross
over is the winner.

(People cheering)

Are you all set?

Yeah.

All right. Let's go!

(Crowd cheering)

Hey, give me that flag.

(Cheering continues)

Come on!

(Urges horse)

(Inaudible)

Go! Go!

(Cheering continues)

All right, folks! All right now!

Quiet down! Quiet down!

Can I have your
attention, please?

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

(Crowd cheering)

There's your winnings,
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 a minority, of course,
that can hardly wait

to get on the beaten path
to the closest refreshment.

(All laughing)

One thing, this hot sun doesn't
help us get the butter churned,

but it does create a
good healthy thirst.

(All laugh)

Now, what I've seen here today

only proves what I've
suspected all along.

So I'm gonna
announce at this time,

that you've just seen diablo

run his last public
race, point to point.

All: Aw!

The next time you see him run

will be on scalplock's own race
track, two weeks from Saturday.

(All cheering)

I've selected the site,
and taken an option on it.

Summer's meadows.

I've already ordered track
to be laid to build a shuttle

that'll carry people
back and forth

between town and the race track.

(Excited chatter)

Calhoun's gonna
build us a racecourse.

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 sit up
nights thinking of ways

to get his hands on
our egg money, too.

(All disagreeing)

You know, Mr. Jessup.

If 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.

(All laughing)

Of course I'm gonna
make money out of it!

At least I hope so,
that's what it's all about.

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

Now take a look around you here.

Take a look around
you. Look at the crowd.

Now these are mostly
just local people.

And it's just for one race.

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

And for a whole
card full of races,

not just one, with diablo
there heading them up.

He be standing there,
open to the world,

taking on all comers,

there's gonna be comers too,
from every part of this nation.

(Excited chatter)

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-rans.

And I can tell you indisputably,

that's as fine a
specimen of horse flesh

as ever I laid eyes upon!

(Crowd cheering)

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 bring in.

As long as the races
are scrupulously run!

What does it matter?
(Indistinct talking)

Exactly! Exactly!

Well, it's just not people pouring
into scalplock, not just horses,

but money, friends,
spending money.

Why, 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!

(Cheering)

Now, speaking for the town,

I say we owe Ben Calhoun

a rousing vote of thanks!

(All cheering)

(Door closes)

Pay me. Hmm?

Our little wager, 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 scalplock.

That wasn't just a brainstorm,

it was divine inspiration.

Calhoun, he was my inspiration.

Other communities offer
attractive inducements.

But only scalplock
offers Ben 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 gonna
make Calhoun?

In scalplock,

a highly unpopular
citizen I'm afraid. (Laughs)

In fact, if all goes well,

our little escapade
could very well

cost him his entire fortune.

Gentlemen.

Give you our faithful servant.

The loveliest lady of them all.

Greed!

Oh, Mr. Calhoun.

Good day.

Hard to believe this is the
same drowsy little Hamlet

that met my eyes
when I first ascended

from your passenger coach
just two weeks ago, sir.

Five days still to go before
the race course opens

yet already scalplock's
taken on the appearance

of a bustling Metropolis.

Bustling with what?

Have a good day, sir. Good day.

Fitzpatrick: Calhoun!

I was wondering when you and
I would run across one another.

Yeah.

Yeah, I just couldn't
hardly wait for the day. You?

Well, uh, see Carl here,

he was hanging
in a little suspense.

Uh, for reasons I find
exceedingly churlish,

he persists in nursing an
obsessive grudge against you.

While you go along with the idea
of letting bygones be 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
could 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 race track.

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

Calhoun, you are a marvel.

An absolute realist in
a world of chicanery,

a 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 gonna
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-up's.

I'd rather go over
to Johnson county

and raise mutton than
do business with you.

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

You Mark my words. One of these
days we'll be eating from the same plate.

(Chuckles) My
regards to applegate.

If I were you I'd forget
what I was thinking.

(Urges horse)

Hey, hey, hey, hey.
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.
Looky, looky, look, look.

He takes that
turn nice and tight.

But not like diablo, right? Ah.

I mean, we don't have
anything to worry about, do we?

Barnabas.

They can tell me they'd
entered a bolt of lightning

against diablo 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.

(Softly) Calico. They
call that horse calico.

Say, uh, applegate.

Scouting the opposition?

What's the verdict?

Tell him, barnabas.

Diablo's gonna walk
across the finish line.

Walk? Both: Walk.

I observe a stopwatch
in your hand, sir.

Might one enquire as to
the results of your clocking.

They'd only plunge you

into severe
emotional depression.

(Chuckles) Not
at all, sir. Not at all.

It's my conviction that the jockey
was deliberately holding his mount in.

He'll better today's speed
by half in Saturday's contest,

or I'll eat my best bowler.

Why dine on filth when you
could be devouring betting slips?

I assume you are a gambling man.

With a passion, sir, as some
of these gentlemen can attest.

What odds are you quoting?

Does 20-1 sound
attractive? All: Oh...

Ah, as an Aria from lohengrin.

Can you handle $1,000?

Nothing could give
me greater pleasure.

Uh, your name, sir?
Uh, Gilbert Reese, sir.

You mean, you're going to
bet 10 big ones on calico?

I have just done so, sir.

Oh, either your mother left
you out in the sun too long,

or you know something
we don't know.

(Indistinct talking)

Either interpretation
is a distinct possibility.

Man: Well, you got
me confused now.

Mr. Calhoun!

Mr. Calhoun!

He's not in?

No, he went into lindville to
check on those overdue ties.

What's the panic, barnabas?

I guess you better come.

Barnabas, if I don't
get these reports...

Dave... it can all wait.

It's diablo. Something's
happened to diablo.

(Sighs) Understand, now i'm...

I'm hardly a
qualified veterinarian.

I couldn't get doc tagert, Dave.

He's out at the ledbetter
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.

(Stutters) That
is what I figured.

But, uh, being so close to...

To diablo and all,
well, I... (Stutters)

I wanted an outside opinion.

Does this mean we
can't race him Saturday?

Not unless we want to risk
permanently crippling him.

(Sighs) I was counting
on that race too.

Uh, for Mr. Calhoun's sake.

Opening day at the track,

and all them people
coming and all.

Now what are they
gonna say when they hear

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 lindville.

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

Digby... Yeah.

Barnabas.

I've got your solemn
promise? Right.

Not a word of this to anyone.

You sure of your facts, mister?

Don't take my
word for it, friend.

There's a knothole at
the back of diablo's stall.

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

That $1,000 I bet on calico,

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

But, uh, sit on this
information, friend.

If word circulates, it will
play havoc for the odds.

Hey, Turkey. That's
an awful lot of money.

Don't, uh, spend it all
in one place. (Chuckles)

Spend it? Mayor Osborne,
I'm gonna multiply it.

Huh?

(Whispers)

You don't mean it.

Your honor, you know me.

I got a bump of caution
that'd sweat a rat to run around.

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

Phew. Oh, you wouldn't
believe it. Try me.

Ah, beats me.

It's like the
Oklahoma land rush.

Everybody's on calico.

I figured there'd be a
more even distribution

of brains in scalplock.

$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 just scratching an itch,

or you been holding private
discussions with the entries?

All right, it's your money.

Don't tell me, let me
make a wild guess.

Calico. Hmm.

(Laughs)

(Crowd clamoring)

(All shouting)

Better get out here, Jack.
I think it's about to happen.

Folks.

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 gonna race.

(All shouting and clamoring)

Woman: We want our money back!

There'll be other
races, other days,

after diablo's leg's healed up.

(Clamoring continues)

Well... (Clears throat)

Doc tagert has looked
diablo over and he says,

"well, sure he
strained that poor leg,

"and there's no question that it
can slow down his speed some,"

but he doesn't figure
there is much likelihood

he could permanently injure
himself in Saturday's start.

Any likelihood is more of a
chance than I'm gonna take.

Now you can harangue
me till the air turns blue,

but I've made my decision
and I'm gonna stand on it.

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 scalplock.

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.

Now, Mr. Fitzpatrick
and the other bookmakers

will just have to
return the money.

Jessup: Afraid that's not for
you to determine, Calhoun!

And why isn't it?

I still own half of that horse.

49% to be exact.

Your partner's
got a voice in this,

right, applegate? Uh...

You don't think digby'd
run that horse, do you?

Means more to
him than his kinfolks.

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

Why, 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.

That true, digby?

Well... (Clears throat)

Uh, with (stutters)
Warm compresses, uh,

daily massage, uh,

tape, and, uh, we keep him
off the leg as much as possible,

there's no reason
why we can't run him

and shake calico in the bargain.

While respecting
Mr. Applegate's testimony,

we must admit realistically
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!

(Laughs) Listen to him.

He's thinking of all that money
he's gonna 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?

Well, I...

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 ya? The way I hear it,

that contract gives applegate the
right to buy you out anytime he chooses.

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

Reese: But I have.

And to tell the truth,

I've always wanted to own
part interest in a race horse.

Uh, mayor Osborne, I protest.

Sure you do. But
you're stuck with it.

There ain't nothing wrong
or illegal about this solution.

Scalplock has it's 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 to pick up the papers.

Now get out of here.

Find yourselves a race track,
mine's no longer available.

Oh, Ben, you don't mean that.

Don't I?

What kind of odds will you give
him on that 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
a big day for scalplock.

For all of us, right?

Right?

All right, let's go.

Ben: Digby!

Why?

(Stutters) Why... why...

Well, sometimes there ain't
no "why", uh, Mr. Calhoun.

That'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 good 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.

(Stutters)

Aw...

Ladies and gentlemen...

Can we have a
little quiet please?

Now this is the start
of the fourth race.

Nevada and charmed boy

will be the horses running.

Line up to starting line boys.

Bring them all down
at the starting line.

Will you give me
the gun, please?

All right.

Now, get set.

When I fire, go!

Get set.

(Gun fires)

(Crowd cheering)

(Cheering continues)

And the winner of the
fourth race is charmed boy!

You... See what I mean.

(Excited chatter)

(Singing drunkenly)

♪♪ He's only a jockey

♪♪ who ventures on
life's stormy path ♪♪

(Singing indistinctly)

(Mumbling)

Eh.

Are you all right?

I... I...

I'm all wrong.

Uh, but, uh,
contentedly so, ma'am.

Uh, contentedly so.

Uh, may life be kind to you.

Shouldn't you be getting
ready for the sixth race?

(Chuckles) That's
a good question.

Uh, one that everyone seems to have
a satisfactory answer for except me.

Uh, should I, shouldn't
I... Will I... (Grunts)

Ask your own master
barnabas there.

Thick as sorghum, him and me.

Now he won't even nod hello.

The same with Mr. Calhoun,
the same with Mr. Tarrant.

In their book, I'm about
as desirable as hoof...

Hoof and mouth disease.

That's before the race is run.

Afterwards...

Yes, digby, what
about afterwards?

Ah! There you are, applegate,

I've been looking
high and low for you.

(Laughs) Miss Julie.

You didn't find me 'cause the
low is where I've been. (Laughs)

Now you ought to be getting ready,
the fifth race is just about to start.

Uh, start... (Muttering)

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

I think so.

Ma'am, was I not
in this condition, I...

Couldn't even walk! (Laughing)

Come along, applegate.

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

Oh...

Uh, miss Julie, don't forget to
put your money on diablo, you hear.

Diablo? No matter
what anybody tells you,

diablo... And tell
Mr. Calhoun that...

Yes, digby, tell him what?

Tell him hello for me.

(Chuckles) Come
along, applegate.

Coffee will do you
some good. Oh.

(Applegate mumbling)

Hey! Hey!

What did you do that for?

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

You'd deliberately
throw that race. No!

Don't lie to me!

I saw it on your face!

Everything we worked for.

And you'd send it up the flue.

Well, you won't get the chance,

because, my dear digby,

you shan't be
riding diablo today.

See anything funny around
here, Dave? Huh? What?

Fitzpatrick's face.

(People cheering)

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

(All cheering)

And this one.

(All cheering)

They're all sweaty.

And yesterday he was more concerned than
any of them, and now he's cool as punch.

I see what you mean.

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

At this point, calico's
the prohibitive favorite.

He wins, they all take a
bath. They're out of business.

Fitzpatrick's got a
smile from ear to ear.

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

I'll be back.
Where're you going?

See a man about a horse.

(Digby groaning)

Oh! Hey!

Mr. Calhoun. Ooh. (Chuckles)

Who did this?

The race. I've got
to stop the race.

Are you all right?

I'm all right. Just stop
the... (Horse neighing)

Ringer. It's the ringer.

(Horse snorts)

Mr. Calhoun.

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 cheering)

All right, gentlemen. Let's
move up to the starting line.

(Gunshot) (All cheering)

The winner of the
sixth race is diablo.

Take the bandage off.

It's all right, clemmence.
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 scalplock

who leaned that way.

You're a dirty rotten
liar, Fitzpatrick.

I don't know about
the rest of you,

but I dropped a bundle
on this little setup.

Crowd: Yeah!

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

Right now!

(People shouting indistinctly)

Barnabas: Switched
horses on you!

Fitzpatrick and the
rest of them... hey!

Fitzpatrick and the rest
of them switched horses.

That wasn't diablo
that Dave examined.

It was this one, a ringer.

(All clamoring)

Six to five on Calhoun.

You're on!

What Fitzpatrick and Reese did,

is as natural for them as
scavenging is to a coyote.

But, you folks,

(scoffs) What's your excuse?

Well, I'll tell you what it was.

It was 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 that important.

Dreams of illusion.

You were going to retire to
the riviera off your winnings,

and there by the seaside, you
were gonna sip champagne.

The only thing that went wrong

was your dream blew up on you.

Went up in smoke.

So instead of turning around
and kicking your own backsides,

for being the
greenhorns that you were,

you started looking
around for a scapegoat.

Well, you came to
the wrong address.

And don't be looking for Fitzpatrick
either to lay the blame on him.

Burglary's a good deal
different than a swindle.

Now in a swindle you
need full cooperation

of the intended victim.

And, boy, he had
it. (Scoffs) In spades.

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

Niche,

bring them in here.

(People talking indistinctly)

Yeah, yeah...

That'll be enough of that.

I'll handle this my own
way, without violence.

We've had enough
of that for one day.

I'll be a good deal more
lenient on you people

than you were ready to be on me.

Fitzpatrick,

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.

And I want a quitclaim
deed signed by Reese

on his half of diablo.

And I want all three of you to get
your bags packed, get out of town.

We don't want you around here.

(Indistinct talking)

And, uh, 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.

(All chattering)

By a horse?

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

Diablo can't be beaten.

This horse, it'd be
recruited locally?

It'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 shake diablo.

Oh, shut up, Jessup. Shut up.

If Ben is willing to
bet b.P.S & d stock,

in an attempt to
salvage our losings,

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

(All agreeing)

Reese: Mr. Calhoun,

not that I have cause 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.

(Indistinct talking)

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 under two minutes.

And that's better than
anything we can do.

I think you're forgetting.

We've got a running start
and a full head of steam.

We've got a level
road bed to travel on.

Diablos gotta go
over hills, down hills,

up hills, over gullies.

All right, all right.

You want me to fire for you?

Well, you keep an
eye on Fitzpatrick.

Think I got someone right here.

Good luck!

You're late.

I am, indeed.

Ben, I've gone over the
ground rules with Fitzpatrick.

Now everything is
stipulated and agreed upon.

A running start
for the iron horse,

with the iron horse getting
off under a full head of steam.

Now, that's a three-mile course.

Now, let's see now, no
mechanical allowances

for failure, etc.

And the race will begin, uh,

in one hour's time.

So, we better get underway, huh?

Ben. Good luck, Ben.

Thank you, mayor.
You wanna go along?

Uh, after what I've done?

Get on board. Teach
you how to be a fireman.

(Chuckles) I've ridden
a lot of races, uh,

but never as a passenger before.

(Snorting)

(Train engine chugging)

Come on, iron horse!
You can do it, sweetheart.

Hey...

If diablo heard me,
he'd stomp my head in.

Digby! What?

Fitzpatrick.

You know, we should have
expected something like this.

If you play with him,
he makes the rules.

We'll play by his rules.

What? We're going through?

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

you better brace yourself.

(Laughs)

Let's go! Come on!

What now? Can we make it?

Make it. Win. Something else.

What...

(All cheering)

Oh...

Oh, face it. We're licked.

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

(Whistle blowing)

(Neighing)

(Laughing) Hey!

Hey, look at him go.

(Whistle blowing) (Neighing)

(Crowd clamoring)

(Whistle blowing)

(Neighing)

(Crowd clamoring)

I protest! We were fouled!

That was a deliberate foul!

You're wrong!

(Groans)

That's a deliberate foul!

As soon as Mr. Fitzpatrick
gets his breath back,

he'll be glad to
refund your money.

(All cheering)

All right, diablo!

The race is over.

(Cheering continues)

(Theme music playing)