All language subtitles for Alias Smith and Jones - 1x04 - Wrong Train to Brimstone.ia.eng

You're a born
horse-trader, Heyes.

Oops.

What are you doing?

Keep walking.

It's him, isn't it?
Remember Kingsberg?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's him.

He didn't see us, did he?

No, I saw him first.

What's he doing here?

Well, from the badge, I'd
say he's employed here.

In the Sheriff's office.

HEYES: Maybe he's
just passing through.

No, Heyes, it's you and me
that's just passing through.

NARRATOR: Hannibal
Heyes and Kid Curry,

the two most successful
outlaws in the history of the West.

And in all the trains
and banks they robbed,

they never shot anyone.

This made our two latter-day
Robin Hoods very popular

with everyone but the
railroads and the banks.

CURRY: There's one
thing we gotta get, Heyes.

HEYES: What's that?

CURRY: Out of this business.

LOM: The Governor can't come
flat out and give you amnesty now.

First, you gotta
prove you deserve it.

Ah, so all we have to do
is just stay out of trouble

till the Governor figures
we deserve amnesty.

But in the meantime,
we'll still be wanted.

LOM: Well, that's true.

Till then, only you, me and
the Governor will know about it.

It'll be our secret.

(GUN FIRING)

CURRY: I sure wish the Governor
would let a few more people

in on our secret.

NARRATOR: Alias Smith and Jones,

starring Pete Duel
and Ben Murphy.

Well, back so soon?

Uh-huh. We thought it over

and decided selling our horses for a
poker stake wasn't very good thinking.

So we're here to take 'em back.

You wanna buy a couple
of horses with gear, right?

No, no. Same horses, same gear.

Fair enough.

Good animals, good gear.

An even $100 should cover it.

An even what?

$100.

We just sold them
to you for $80.

That's why I'm selling
them to you for only $100.

No, no. What we want is just to forget
the deal we made five minutes ago.

We give you back your money and you
give us back our horses and our saddles.

Well, now, I'd be out
of business tomorrow

if I was to sell things for
the same price I pay for 'em,

wouldn't I?

We just want you to forget
this one transaction, Mr. McDuff.

Not change your
whole philosophy of life.

I can't do it.

Fellas, if you understood the
principles of free enterprise,

you wouldn't ask me to. No, sir.

$100 for them two animals
with gear is a real bargain.

Well, now, you just told
us they weren't worth $80.

Well, now, I don't
know your trade, boys,

but you better stay out of
the horse-trading profession,

because you
just ain't qualified.

They're worth $100.

We haven't got $100.

Well, how much you got?

$86.

Boys, I ain't got two animals with
gear in the whole place for $86.

No, I'm real sorry.

There's no doubt
about it, McDuff,

you're gonna die a rich man.

If you live long enough.

Well, I'll keep the
price open for you boys.

Yes, sir.

Uh, sir, excuse me?

Where's the stage depot?

Right next to the hotel.

But the stage is
gone, left an hour ago.

On the other hand, be a train
through here going east, 8:00 tonight,

if you happen to
be going that way.

We happen to be going that way.

Thank you. More than welcome.

What's the next stop east?

Brimstone, 60 miles.

We'll take two
tickets to Brimstone.

Not tonight, you won't.

Why not?

The whole train's all sold out.

No seats left.

When's the next
train? Tuesday, 4:00.

Now, I bet $10 cash could find
us a pair of seats on that train.

Mister, you'd lose.

There is no way I can
get you on that train.

We gotta get out of here.

Sawyer could spot
us from 50 yards away.

You feel like walking 60 miles?

You got a better idea?

Help you, gents?

Yeah, two tickets on the 8:00.

Sorry, all sold out.

No, you're not. My name's
Grant, this here is Mr. Gaines.

Right you are. Yes,
Mr. Grant and Mr. Gaines.

That'll be $9 apiece.

Thank you. Have a
nice trip, gentlemen.

Still all sold out.

How come they got tickets?

They had reservations.

Fine, sell us a
couple of reservations.

Sorry.

That train's all sold out.

Excuse us, gentlemen.

We kind of need to
get onto that train.

Suppose you could
give some help?

What do you mean,
give you some help?

Well, they wouldn't
sell us any tickets.

But they sold you a couple.

Yeah, well, we had reservations.

We'd be willing to pay
you double what you paid.

No, I'm sorry.

Oh, maybe a little more.

I'm sorry.

Wait a second,
Grant, I don't like this.

All right, forget it. No.

What's so important to
you fellas about this train?

There's another
one in a day or two.

We have very important
business in Brimstone.

Just won't wait.

GAINES: Who are
you dealing with there?

What do you care?

Hey.

Now our getting on that
train isn't all that important.

Like your friend said,
just forget it, huh?

Yeah, Fred, let's not
give them a hard time.

(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)

Hold it, fellas. Names?

HEYES: Grant.

And?

Gaines.

Gaines.

Okay, come onboard.

Don't be cute, boys.

(TRAIN BELL RINGING)

GRADY: That's the
last pickup, Mr. Briscoe.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

GRADY: All right, men. Now,
settle down. Settle down, everybody!

Here's Mr. Briscoe, men.

Thank you, Mr. Grady.

Well, we're all here now, and I guess
you'd like to know some of the details.

Now, this is a regular,
scheduled train,

and this afternoon it made the
regular, scheduled freight pick-up

at the Wash Valley
Consolidated Mining Company.

But there was
one big difference.

That pick-up was three
times the usual amount.

Over a quarter of
a million dollars.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

It's in the baggage car now.

That's right. On the
way to the Denver Mint.

Now, you know and I know

that this kind of
information always gets out

and into the hands
of the wrong people.

So, we decided
to be sure of that.

And we put out the
rumor ourselves.

And we put that rumor
out for one reason.

So it would get to
the Devil's Hole Gang

led by Hannibal
Heyes and Kid Curry.

Now, in the past 14 months, this train
has been attacked twice by that gang.

Now we know that rumor will
get back about the extra gold.

And we feel pretty sure

they're gonna make a try for it.

And that's gonna
be their last try.

BRISCOE: That's right.

Now, our next stop is Brimstone.

We figure the gang will hit us

between Brimstone
and the mountains.

Now, every man on this
car is a qualified agent

of the George Bannerman
Detective Agency.

The best we have.

Fields and Crawly of Frisco,

Keith and Hickson, Carson City.

Well, I'll let you get
acquainted among yourselves.

But, I think

when that gang
attacks we'll be ready.

Right, men?

ALL: Yeah!

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

MAN 1: Every last man. I've
been waiting for 11 years to get 'em.

MAN 2: I've been waiting, too!

Hey!

Now, when every last member of
that gang is hanging by his heels,

especially Heyes and Curry,

we're gonna celebrate because

in that baggage car,
along with the gold,

are two cases of prime whiskey

and we are gonna have some fun!

(ALL CHEERING)

Uh, Mr. Briscoe, how will we
know if we get Heyes and Curry?

You come across some
pictures of them or something?

No.

And, as some of you know,

that's been our main
problem up to this time.

However, we've
solved that detail.

I imagine some of you wonder

what this pretty little
lady's doing here.

Well, she's not a
Bannerman agent.

No, we're not hiring ladies yet.

More's the pity.

No, we owe her
to Jeremiah Daley,

our man from Kansas City.

The man who
thought up this plan.

But why don't I let her explain?

Gents, Miss Sara Blaine.

How do you do, gentlemen?

I happen to be here

because I have one
helpful bit of knowledge.

I can identify Kid Curry
and Hannibal Heyes.

(MEN CHATTERING)

I know exactly
what they look like

because I know them very well.

I'll tell you why
that's important.

Because the minute
that gang attacks this train

this pretty little lady
is gonna point out

both Heyes and Curry
to every man here.

Now, George Bannerman himself
approved this plan for one reason.

To bring in Heyes and Curry.

The rewards on those two alone

will pay for this
whole expedition.

(ALL CHEERING)

MAN: Yes, sirree!

BRISCOE: As you know, guards
are posted on the gold at all times.

The next shift will be Keith
and Nixon. Gentlemen.

Well, everybody, relax,

we've got a way to
go and a time to wait.

We haven't had an
opportunity to be introduced.

Ma'am.

Why, thank you.

I'm, uh, Grant and
this is Mr. Gaines.

Oh, how do you do?

Ma'am.

Well, now I know
all the agents here.

And it's a great pleasure.

I'd sure be
interested in hearing

how you come to know
Heyes and Curry, ma'am.

Well, it was a considerable
experience, I can tell you.

One I shall never forget.

I had a feeling it might
have been memorable.

A pretty girl knowing
hard-case outlaws like that.

Why, thank you.

I don't think we ought
to count on that gang

hitting us where
we figure they will.

We've gotta expect
them anywhere.

Daley?

Don't you agree?

Why, yes, we do have
to figure it that way,

I guess, Mr. Briscoe.

You remember the
train they robbed

just west of Cheyenne last year?

Yeah, I read about that.

Well, I happen to have been
a passenger on that train.

I was traveling alone to
see my mother in Frisco

when the dynamite went off.

Dynamite?

They blew open the safe.

Oh.

It was terrible.

I read about that.

Well, I think they used a
little too much dynamite.

Anyway, I was thrown to the
ground behind some bushes.

Hit my head on a rock

and I lay there unconscious
when the train pulled out.

I didn't read about that.

Nobody did.

You see, Kid Curry
found me lying there.

He and Hannibal Heyes
took me back to their camp.

Then, when it was
safe, a few days later,

they escorted me
back to Cheyenne.

They even gave me some
money to go on my way.

Well, that was why
I didn't say anything.

They treated me
like real gentlemen

and I just couldn't bring myself to
do anything that would hurt them.

Well, I sure am glad you
decided to do the right thing.

Well, I became
acquainted with Agent Daley

and he convinced
me that I ought to

help bring them to justice.

If you'll excuse me, gentlemen.

What?

What were you talking
to them two about?

Why?

Just answer the
question, will you?

I did exactly the right thing.

They asked me about Curry
and Heyes and I babbled my story.

It all looked just right.

What's wrong with you?

Oh, there's nothing
wrong with me at all.

But there's plenty
wrong with our plan.

Them ain't Gaines and Grant.

What?

They said they are.

Well, they ain't.

And that means
something has gone wrong.

Now, wait a minute. Maybe not.

At least nothing serious.

Do you have any notion
at all what she's up to?

I'm afraid I don't, Mr. Grant.

Not even a small hunch.

I'm Gaines, you're Grant.

They can't be a plant by
Briscoe, it doesn't make any sense.

You go talk to them.

What about?

About who they are.

I'm Daley.

Jeremiah Daley of
the Kansas City office.

Oh, pleasure. I'm Grant,
and this here's Gaines.

No. No, you ain't.

What? What do you mean?

Well, just that.

You ain't Fred Gaines,

and you ain't Carl Grant.

You sound pretty
sure of that, are you?

You bet I am.

I used to be in the
Fort Worth office

with Gaines and Grant
before I was transferred to KC.

We was all there
together with Harry Bright.

And you just ain't them.

Well, what are you gonna
do about it, Mr. Daley?

Well, now, that depends.

On, let's say, uh,

how y'all got
here, for one thing,

and why.

We wanted to get
out of the last town.

We was in a hurry.

We couldn't buy any tickets,

so we took some

from Grant and Gaines.

Uh-huh.

We tried to buy them from Grant.

The other one, Gaines
was it, pulled a gun

and started asking questions.

So we had a little scuffle.

And then you just decked
them and here you are?

That's the truth of it.

Well, I believe you boys.

Now,

tell me your real names.

Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry.

(LAUGHS)

You don't wanna talk, eh?

All right. I guess
you got your reason.

And I never was a man to
cause trouble without a reason.

So, I am not gonna tell
Briscoe there about you two.

Why not?

Well, let's just say
I've got my reasons.

Same as you had for
getting out of that town so fast.

What reasons?

Yours, I mean.

Ain't you looking a
gift horse in the mouth?

Now, if I was to tell Briscoe
that you ain't Gaines and Grant,

you'd be in trouble.

I mean, big trouble.

Let's just say that

I'm doing you a little
favor and, who knows,

maybe one time soon

I can ask you fellas to
do me a little favor, huh?

Nice seeing you
again, Gaines, Grant.

It's gonna be all right.

How?

Well, they wouldn't
tell me who they were,

but they did admit that they wanted
to get out of that last town real bad,

so they knocked out Grant
and Gaines, took their tickets,

and here they are.

We needed Grant and Gaines.

What we need is two
fellas handy with their guns.

And if I'm any judge
of human nature,

these two in here
will do just fine

when I tell them
what's in it for them.

Don't do that yet.

I want to think about it more.

All right, Brimstone's
next, boys,

everybody on their toes.

That's where we
ditch this train, right?

And end up with half the
Bannerman Agency on our tails?

Like I said, we stay on
this train in Brimstone, right?

No, we get off and try
to intercept the telegram.

What telegram?

The one Grant and Gaines
no doubt sent to Mr. Briscoe.

(TRAIN BELL RINGING)

We'll be pulling out
in a few minutes, men.

Grant and me just
want to limber up a little.

Well, don't go far. We've gotta
stay on schedule, you know.

Evening.

We're from the train
with Mr. Briscoe.

The special gold train?

That's supposed to
be a secret, I know,

but, well, the word got around.

I see it has.

Mr. Briscoe seems to think there
may be a telegram here for him.

Yeah. I was just about to
take it out to the conductor.

From Bramberg, down the line.

A couple of fellas signing
themselves Grant and Gaines

say there's somebody on
your train impersonating them.

Hmm.

Just as we suspected.

We'll see that
Mr. Briscoe gets this.

Would you take a message to
Deputy Sawyer in Bramberg for us?

Men claiming to be Gaines
and Grant are fugitives.

Hold for my return.
And sign that Briscoe.

Right away.

Oh, there you are.

It's time to be moving out.

Hey, what's up.

We had a little
problem to tidy up

with Deputy Sawyer in Bramberg.

Sawyer?

Wade Sawyer?

Good man.

Send him my best.

Send Deputy Sawyer
Mr. Briscoe's best.

As long as you men are here,
you can stand your shift now.

We're ready, Mr. Briscoe.

Remember, anything
happens, defend that shipment.

Stay put.

Like it was our
own, Mr. Briscoe.

(HORN BLOWING)

HEYES: You know Wheat and
the boys are gonna hear about his.

CURRY: Yeah.

And you know that knothead will come
out of Devil's Hole and make a try for it.

Yeah.

Oh...

Oh... It's gold. Yeah.

Yes. It's gold.

Oh, Heyes, put it away.

MAN: Hey, boys, easy.

That Gatling gun is dynamite.

(ALL CHATTERING)

No, no. I can't work it out.

Work what out?

Daley and the girl.
What are they up to?

They've got no
way to haul the gold.

They can't even take it, not with
15 Bannerman agents aboard.

I can't work it out.

What about Wheat and
the boys, you work that out?

Nope.

We gotta warn them off,
you know that, don't you?

Why?

That's gonna finish our
chances for amnesty.

There ain't one in that bunch who
ever killed anybody in their entire lives.

And we can't just sit on this
train and let them all get shot.

They don't deserve that.

I know that.

How are we gonna stop them?

I'll tell you.

Now, we know Wheat and the
boys are gonna hit the train at either

Summit or Harris Crossing.

We could get off the train when
it stops for water at Indian Rocks,

grab a couple of horses there,

and with a little luck

we'll get to Wheat and the
boys before they get to the train.

And kiss our amnesty goodbye.

I guess so.

If you don't mind, Kid, I'd like
to think on that a little bit more.

(THUDDING ON DOOR)

Oh. I'm sorry, Mr. Briscoe.

No,

well done.

Alert.

Very alert.

I brought you some rifles.

Yeah.

Yes,

very neat, the way you did that.

We stay on our toes.

Good, good.

Who trained you men?

Ah. Harry Bright.

How is old Harry?

Fine, fine. He told us
to give you his best.

Harry Bright?

Yeah.

Why, that cantankerous
length of buffalo jerky

hasn't had a good word
to say for me in 20 years.

Well, to be honest
with, Mr. Briscoe,

old Harry sent you something
a lot less complimentary,

but Gaines and me figured
we'd sweeten it some.

Oh.

Tell me, how's his
stomach ailment these days?

Mr. Briscoe, I can see there's some
personal feeling between you and old Harry.

To be honest, I
wanna stay out of it.

I don't wanna discuss him.

Your attitude, Grant,

I like it.

Now, you men will be relieved
first thing in the morning.

When we get to Indian
Rocks we have some

final preparations to make.

Preparations?

Grady.

This should take
care of any problems.

Yeah, I guess so.

We're sure gonna kill
ourselves a lot of outlaws.

Every man jack of
that Devil's Hole Gang.

(TRAIN BELL RINGING)

All right, men, water stop.

Limber 'em up.

Okay, boys.

Kid, I think I finally
figured out how to do both.

Both of what?

Keep the boys in the
gang from being massacred

and still save our amnesty.

If you have, Heyes, then you're
the genius you think you are.

I just may be.

All right, men. Everybody on.

We're ready to go.

Come on, let's do
a little horse trade.

(HORSE SNUFFLING)

Right here, men.

Let's go to work.

They aren't on the train.

Nowhere.

Well, it just don't make sense.
Harry Bright said they's good men.

There must be a mistake.

They must have got left
behind at the watering station.

Maybe they lost their nerve.

A Bannerman Agent?

Well, whatever.

We're not gonna
change our plans.

Good.

All right, men.

Get ready, men. This is it.

(SCREECHING)

This is it.

All right, men.

Let's get rich.

Hold your fire.

Stay down till they get close.

Let's go!

We can't get there, Heyes.

It's too late.

Let's get out of here!

Fire!

Don't shoot!

I got some
questions to ask first.

Go get 'em, men.

The rest of you,
go fix that track.

Afternoon, Mr. Briscoe.

We're gonna have a quiet talk.

And then I'm gonna
shoot you both.

Now, before you start shooting, you
remember, we could have rode off.

That's the only reason you
aren't both dead right now.

Take them into the baggage car!

Mr. Briscoe... Inside!

No matter what they say,
you just call them liars.

We don't have
too long to hold out.

We need inside help.

We do not!

Now, if you would just
pull yourself together,

we've got all the
inside help we need.

If you're talking about the
celebration, there isn't gonna be any.

All right.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Excuse me, Mr. Briscoe, but,

well, I guess you know most
of the men are pretty let down.

We're all of us let down,
Strothers, what can I do for you?

Well, some of the
men figured that

maybe we might
loosen up a wee bit and

have a drink or two.

It'd help.

So I

volunteered to come back
and let you know how they feel.

Strothers, I am
just going to pretend

I didn't hear
what you just said.

And I'm gonna tell you why.

This entire operation has
been just short of total disaster

and if there's a
Bannerman man on this train

who thinks he has
a right to feel good

I wanna know his name!

Understand me, Strothers?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

Now, what am I
gonna do with you two?

Well, what we have to tell
you might sound kind of funny.

I personally sold this idea
to George Bannerman.

It's my hide.

And now you got
something funny to say.

Well, if you can get
a laugh out of me

it's gonna be the miracle
of this or any other century!

MAN 1: Hey, look at his face.

MAN 2: I told you he'd say no.

First off, we're not
exactly Grant and Gaines,

we're not exactly
from Fort Worth

and we're not exactly
Bannerman men.

Huh.

You wanna tell me your names?

Just for something to
put on the tombstones.

Uh, Smith.

And Jones.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

BRISCOE: Grady.

Mr. Briscoe, I'm sorry
to intrude, sir, but,

well, I just may have some
very good news for you.

Miss Blaine,

in this entire world, I can't
imagine any good news for me.

Well, I didn't get a real close
look at the men you killed, but...

Well, may I?

Go ahead.

(GASPS)

Oh.

I wanted to be absolutely sure.

And I am sure.

Why, this is the
body of Kid Curry.

Kid Curry? Are you sure?

I am.

Well, I would swear to it.

Miss Blaine, you have
produced a miracle!

Kid Curry!

Well, I can't help but thinking the
situation is cause for high spirits!

Right you are,
pretty little lady.

Why don't you go tell the men

we got something to celebrate
now and something to celebrate with?

I sure will.

Grady, get Strothers. Tell
him to break out the whiskey.

You give him a hand.

Yes, sir!

Here we are, boys!
We got the whiskey!

All right, men. All
right. Here we go.

Everybody gets a bottle
of this fine bourbon.

There you go,
fellas, there you go.

(COUGHS)

Well, you're in luck.

I'm not in a killing
mood anymore.

Oh, maim, maybe, an
arm or a leg, that's all.

All right.

Start talking.

You're not gonna like this
very much, Mr. Briscoe.

But that ain't Kid Curry.

What?

That girl's lying and you
have got very big trouble.

And I can swear
that ain't Kid Curry.

That's the honest truth.

How would you two know?

Well,

my friend and I
once spent some time

with the Devil's Hole Gang.

We got into trouble.
Wounded bad, both of us.

On the run.

We hid out in the hills.

And we was found
by Heyes and Curry.

And I wanna tell
you, Mr. Briscoe,

they treated us
like we were kin.

Couldn't have been friendlier.

They went into the nearest
town, they brought out a doctor.

Got us patched up.

Then, when we were healthy, they
loaned us money. Sent us off, free.

Two of the kindest
men on God's earth.

That's why we
messed up your trap.

We just couldn't
see them massacred.

No, sir. Would have been
the lowest form of ingratitude.

I never heard a bigger pile of

lies!

That is Kid Curry, dead!

And I'm not about to
believe anything else!

Especially from a pair
of owl hoot rag bats!

Except I can prove
what I'm saying.

How?

Like I said, we spent considerable
time with the Devil's Hole boys.

Including that poor fella.

His name's Henry
Maxwell Jenkins.

And if you look on his left
hand you'll find a gold ring.

Mexican. In the
shape of a snake.

And inside that ring,
you'll find his initials carved.

Henry Maxwell Jenkins?

Not Kid Curry?

You mean I got me some no-good
nobody named Henry Maxwell Jenkins?

I'm beginning to believe
you're telling the truth.

But why? It don't make no sense,
you riding back here into my hands?

Yes, it does, Mr. Briscoe!

We didn't want you as an
enemy, we want you as a friend.

We have a plan that'll make
you not only a friend, but a hero.

You'll get a promotion,
maybe a medal.

And an awful lot of cheering from
every honest man in this country.

And that's an awful lot,

compared to the
mite we'll be getting.

What will you be getting?

Just $500.

$500?

For what?

For making you a hero.

How about settling for
my not blowing you in half?

Now, Mr. Briscoe, like you said,
would we have rode back to this train

if we didn't have something
that could back us up?

No, I guess not.

But you still haven't said
anything that explains why.

First, $500.

Cash.

It's just a little stake to
help us get started again.

If I buy whatever
it is you're selling.

Deal.

Now, first off, you can see that
the girl, Sara Blaine, she's a liar.

I guess so.

But why?

Who brought her to you?

Jeremiah Daley,
one of our top agents.

Mmm-hmm.

And who brought the
liquor into the plan?

Daley.

Right. They're together in this.

In what?

Mr. Smith.

This gold train wasn't gonna be
attacked by one gang, but by two.

First, the Devil's Hole Gang, and
second, the Daley-Blaine outfit.

What Daley-Blaine outfit?

The one put together by your crooked
agent Jeremiah Daley and Sara Blaine.

You see, they figured
you'd massacre the

Devil's Hole boys and
then everybody'd celebrate

on the liquor Daley
got you to put on.

And then when everybody was good
and drunk, the second gang, it'd hit,

and take off with over
a quarter million in gold.

Like taking candy from a baby.

You got any proof of this?

No. But I can work some up.

If you'll get Daley in here.

Grady!

It's all over, Daley.

What's all this?

End of the line.

I'm agent Smith, central
office of the agency.

Direct from George
Bannerman himself.

Did you really think
you'd tricked us?

I... I don't know what,

what this is all
about, Mr. Briscoe?

I'm handling this, Daley.

You're girlfriend, Sara
made a big mistake.

She identified one of
those men as Kid Curry.

Now, Mr. Briscoe happens to
know he's an outlaw named Jenkins.

Not to mention your not
reporting that Grant and Gaines

never got on this train.

Now, all we want to know is

how many men
will be in the attack.

Attack?

Do you wanna go on
playing a losing game, Daley?

How many men?
Well, I don't know.

You sure do know there's gonna
be an attack, though, don't you?

Well, yeah, I mean, no...

That's good enough.

Grady, get that
girl and tie her up.

Then get some
hot coffee boiling.

I want every man in shape.

For what, Mr. Briscoe?

Didn't you hear Mr. Smith?

We're gonna be attacked!

GRADY: All right, boys,
everybody drink up!

Hot java.

This is it, men.

On your posts, men.

BRISCOE: 480, 490, 495, 500.

Didn't I call it a
bargain price?

Oh, thank you, Mr. Briscoe.

And if there is anything else
that we can ever do for you...

As a matter of fact,
a little information.

Now, of course the Bannerman
Agency has an accurate description

of both Heyes and Curry,

but seeing as you spent a
great deal of time with them

perhaps we could
just check out the facts.

I guess we could.

Hannibal Heyes? 5' 11",
no distinguishing marks.

No distinguishing marks?
What about the scar?

What scar?

It's right here, just under
his chin, it's about an inch.

More than that, long.

Scar, over one inch long.

Kid Curry, 170 pounds?

No, skinny. Skinny as a rail.

Weighs about 140,
wouldn't you say, Smith?

Oh, yeah.

Skinny.

Carries his left
shoulder kind of low.

Kind of like that.

Shoulder low. Go on, go on.

HEYES: Of course you know
about Heyes's gold tooth?

What gold tooth?

It's right here. Yeah.

Right incisor, gold.

Yeah.

Aside from that, I think you
got the descriptions pretty good.

Yeah.

Well, thank you, gentlemen.

Oh, any time.

Thank you, Mr. Briscoe.

Well, all set, Mr. Briscoe.

I tell you, Grady, lucky day
when those men came aboard.

We got Daley, the
girl, the gang and, now,

a really accurate description
of both Heyes and Curry.

Great, great.

(HORN BLOWING)