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(Theme music playing)

Hey, shep.

How far ahead of the
railroad do you figure we are?

Fifty, 60 miles, easy.

The way Dave's pushing,
it'll be 100 by week's end.

You ready, shep? Right, Dave.

Barnabas.

We are going to set
up camp by the cliffs.

Just beyond the rise.

All right.

(Jangling)

(Neighing)

(Gunshot)

I'd save the other for talk.

(Grunting)

All right, get down.

Get down!

And what are you
doing around here?

I'm making a preliminary survey

to determine right
of way for the bps&d.

When I ask an honest
question, I get an honest answer.

I'm building a railroad!

Now. Get up. Come on. Up!

Sorry, friend.

Your belly got in
the way of my gun.

Don't stop unless I tell you.

Meet general Grant. (Chuckles)

(Metal clanging)

(Indistinct chattering)

Well, Johnny, what did
you drag in this time?

(Scoffs) Let him tell you.

The name's
tarrant. Dave tarrant.

I was doing a
survey for my railroad.

(Sniggering)

That's all we need
here in new Chicago.

A railroad.

New Chicago?

Oh, that's right.
We are an exclusive

residential area here.

With a high-class population.

I'm Jim nations. The man.

How do you do, Mr. Tarrant?

Well, I'm fine.

Mr. Nations, what
am I doing here?

Well, you broke the law.

What law?

The charge is trespassing.

Well, jury?

Guilty.

Now, wait a minute.
You've got no right.

This isn't a court of law.

It's an honest verdict, Johnny.

You're just charged with things.

I'm executing him.

Angela: Nobody is executing him.

And where's your
equipment, Mr. Tarrant?

It's lost.

What's gunter's chain?

Dave: What?

What's gunter's chain?

It's a measurement.

For what?

Dave: Surveying.

How long is it? Sixty-six feet.

Angela: And?

It's divided into 100 links.

Length of link?

7.9 inches.

And there's 70 chains
to the mile, Mr. Tarrant?

Eighty.

You seem to be
what you claim to be.

What are you driving at, honey?

Water.

We take too many chances
hauling it from the outside

when there's a well right here.

Maybe you got something there.

We got a well, a pump and
a busted downstream engine

to run it.

If you can fix the steam engine,

you can stay alive.

Oh, I haven't seen it yet.

You will.

Well, I don't have any
tools, I didn't bring...

We've got a blacksmith shop,

tools, everything
you're going to need.

Oh, it may take me some time.

You've got a week.

It may take me longer.

No, it won't.

(Man urging horse)

(Chugging)

Barnabas: Now, this
is close as I can get.

The guards in
front of the tunnel,

they keep it covered
up with brush.

It's about 200 feet straight
up from here to here.

And they got a whole
box canyon blocked off.

(Train whistling)

I guess...

You guess what?

(Sighs) I guess I didn't
do such a good job, did I?

Sure, you did.

Brought back a lot of
good useful information.

Well, I didn't find out
if Dave is still alive.

Well, we're going to
keep right on planning,

just like he is.

Sure, boss.

I don't know why they took him.

Or shot boaz, I don't know.

It's like a fort there.
Guards everywhere.

I have never seen
anything like it.

Very few people have.

If it's place I think it is,
it's called new Chicago.

New Chicago? I
never heard of it.

You wouldn't have any reason to.

Matter of fact, I was
beginning to think

it was just a legend or a rumor.

Over the years, I've heard
a lot about new Chicago.

Little bit here
and a piece there.

It's the last stop
for some of the

worst outlaws still living.

Well, how are
you going to get in

and get Dave out?

No assurance I can.

But if I do, it'll be
off of the information

that you've given me and

these little bits and pieces

that I've picked
up over the years.

This printing you
did on this poster

is as good as anything
they can do in St. Louis.

What about the other matter?

Yes, sir, we got more
volunteers than we need.

The gold dust? Plenty of it.

Good.

It's coming in to Briggs'
junction any minute now.

I still don't see how you plan
on getting in to that tunnel.

(Scoffs) You don't, oh?

You know exactly where
the water hole is, don't you?

Yes, sir.

Between now and
tomorrow morning,

I'm going to
develop quite a thirst.

How's it going, Mr. Tarrant?

You sure are taking your time.

Dave: I was given a week.

Well, how long does it
take to fix a steam engine?

Why don't you go Rob a bank.

I asked you how
long it took to fix it.

Johnny! Can you fix it?

We put leg irons on you
because we don't trust you.

Joe.

Keep your eyes open or
I'll have them closed for you.

Get back to work, Mr. Tarrant.

All right, barnabas. Get
that horse out of here.

You sure you don't want
me to hang around in case...

I'm sure.

Go on. Be careful.

And keep your fingers crossed.

Good luck, Mr. Calhoun.

(Gunshot) (Man groans)

Hold it!

Throw down your guns.

Now, come down off of there.

Mules.

Why couldn't you
be driving horses?

Need a horse, mister?

We can get you a horse.

Never mind. That's
not all you could get me.

Get them unhitched.
Give me that big black...

(Groans)

(Indistinct chattering)

Johnny. Hiya, Reno.

Eh-hey!

Clay.

This gun hand jumped
the water wagon.

What's he doing alive?

(Angela reading) $5000
reward. Bart klinger. Alive.

Wanted for questioning
by the Attorney General.

Johnny, you don't
think we are so low as to

turn in a wanted man
for money, do you?

Yeah.

Nations: $5,000 ain't much.

Fatten the flag pole.

Bart klinger, huh?
Never heard of him.

Ah, there's a whole new mess of

cheap gun hands
flooding the area.

"Wanted by the Attorney
General for questioning."

Nations: What about it, klinger?

Oh.

You the Attorney General?

Well, right now, I'm more
important to you than he is.

You heard the man,
klinger. Answer the question.

I gave him an answer.

What else did he have on him?

Nothing. He said
his horse spooked.

Left me high and dry.

Perhaps you'd sell me a horse.

And if I do, you'll ride out.

That's right. Where?

Uh, a drifter.

What are you wearing
under your shirt?

I, uh,

got a bullet in the belly

and had to leave town
before it had a chance to heal.

It's still sore.

Well, let's see how sore.

Let him go.

Johnny, fetch that
railroad surveyor.

I just got a hunch about you.

A good hunch.

Hey, gimme a spanner!

(Whistling)

Man, watch that!

(Yells) What?

Shut it off.

What is it you want now?

The man wants you.

Tell him I'm right in the
middle of something... Now!

Well, you are wearing leg irons,

he's got a belly wound,

I got a hunch.

It'll be an even fight.

Go ahead. Kill each other.

I've got nothing
against this stranger.

I said kill each other.

(Dave grunts)

(Shattering)

(Both grunting)

Stay there.

Fight's over.

Nations: Klinger, come here.

Good fight.

Maybe you will fit in here.

Maybe.

Had a good fight for a
man with a belly wound.

Let's see it.

Or I'll put a real
bullet in your belly.

(Nations chuckles)

That's the most
interesting gunshot wound

I ever saw in my life.

Your half.

The other half goes
to new Chicago.

(Indistinct murmuring)

(Scoffs) It is a
wonderful hideout.

But why? Why new Chicago?

Well, there was this
fellow, Frankie Burnett.

Is it Frankie Burnett
of Burnett guerillas?

Nations: That's right.

(Scoffs)

He made quantrill's raiders
look like a bunch of choir boys.

He disappeared after the
war. What happened to him?

Disappeared right here.

Frankie was the original
man. The head man.

He was crazy about Chicago.

He always had the idea he'd
take his share of the loot and

go there and live
high on the hog.

Johnny.

Let's go to the flag pole.

Haul it up, Johnny.

Keep all that money
up there, huh?

In plain sight.

For everybody to see.

You know a better
spot to hide money?

There was only one man who
ever tried to Rob the treasurer.

He was impatient.

Oh, yes. That fellow.

Tied him in front of
our Cannon and fired.

(Sniggering) Well.

Someday everybody here
get their share of the kitty.

As long as they keep
contributing and stay alive?

Especially the last.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

(Indistinct chattering)

See those three men?

Yesterday they
contributed $10,000.

Half of what Ben harpkerry
took from the Logan bank.

Harp isn't back yet.

He's either dodging
the posse or dead.

But I like the setup here.

And I've got an idea that's

probably good for
$5,000-$10,000 for starters?

Well, just hold on to that idea.

We don't do
anything without her.

Who?

Angela.

Ben: (Whispering)
Dave. Dave, wake up.

(Shushes)

I found a way for
us to get out of here.

Dave: Well...

I had a file but they took it.

Wouldn't do you
any good, anyway.

They got guards
all over this place.

Who is this girl Angela?

I don't know.

But when she
talks, they all jump.

I'm sorry about that
right. I meant to pull it.

You don't worry about it.

Matter of fact, I'm
sorry about the left.

(Chuckles) How do
we get out of here?

We're going to blow
this place wide open.

Posse, posse, they're coming.

Posse is coming.

Posse, they're coming.

Posse is coming.

(Explosion)

Your breach lock, it's broken.

Klinger.

Meet harpkerry.

Hello, kerry.

Howdy, klinger?

He's just been charged
with breaking a law.

What law?

Our law.

The charges are

leading a posse
into new Chicago,

and wrecking our Cannon.

Well, jury?

Guilty.

An honest verdict.

(Gunshot)

Did you send for me, ma'am?

Come on in, klinger.

Jim nation tells me that you have
a plan for making a little money.

That's right.

Well, my first name's Angela.

Mine's Bart.

Won't you sit down, Bart?

Now. Tell me about the money.

Before I came here,

I'd spent a little time in
a place called marengo.

Every other week, just
as regular as clockwork,

couple of old fellas
would come in town

with the express office.

Drop off a few bags
of gold. How much?

I, uh... $8,000 to
$10,000 I suppose.

Interesting thing was that
each time they came to town,

they came from
different directions.

One time from the
north, south, east, west.

Well, you're a very busy man.

Say I like to travel.

Anyway, I went out
and scouted around.

I found the only trail
that they could use

to get down out of
those hills into marengo.

Where's that?

(Clears throat)

Right here.

And where would you
say their mine would be?

The mine's right up here,
just below Indian Ridge.

Sorry, but your story
rubs me the wrong way.

Why didn't you
just trail the miners

and, uh, jump their claim?

Well, I did trail
'em to their mine.

I found two other men
there, working the claim.

One man jumping four
rubs me the wrong way.

Well then, why didn't you just
bushwhack the two carrying the gold dust?

That's what I intended to
do, but I got sidetracked.

By a woman?

No. No. By a bank.

I had been dying
to hit that bank.

I finally did.

Then I got chased
all over the country.

Finally wound up
here in new Chicago,

talking to a very
interesting woman

who owns rather a
strange-looking cat

and whole bunch of gun fighters.

Well, there had been reports
of mines in Indian Ridge.

All right, Bart.

You can bushwhack the miners
and bring back that gold dust.

Take Johnny Spanish with you.

Thank you.

Now could I ask you
a personal question?

Sure.

You belong to Jim nations?

(Chuckling) I don't
belong to anybody.

And I never will.

Not until I meet someone

who measures up
to Frankie Burnett.

I was Mrs. Frankie Burnett.

I was with the money
that founded new Chicago.

I nursed him when he was sick.

And I held him when he died.

And now you run
the show for him.

No.

The man runs it.

The strongest
man always runs it.

And right now
that's Jim nations.

Frankie made our plan of
operation and Jim runs it.

He lacks Frankie's personality.

But he matches
Frankie's speed with a gun.

I think if Frankie were here,

he'd be rather disappointed
about some things.

Why?

You haven't kept
his map up-to-date.

There are several locations where
law enforcement offices are housed

at the present time that
don't show up on your map.

There's also a new
fort under construction.

It's not on there either.

You are a very observant man.

In fact, I think you'd
make a great man.

(Whines)

(Whistling)

Angela: Any progress, frank?

Not yet, ma'am.

Gonna take an
engineer to fix it.

Come on, klinger.

What?

Don't look like Indian Ridge.

We're taking a shortcut.

I don't see any miners.

Maybe there aren't any miners.

Maybe there ain't any gold dust.

Get down!

I'll take the one on the left.

(Gunshot) (Neighs)

No gold, huh?

You get the horses.
I'll get the gold.

We'll both get the gold.

That's all of it.

Not quite. I want the details.

Well, he shot the
miners. Took the gold.

There it is. That's all.

That's all?

Who shot the miners?

Question too hard
for you, Johnny?

(Meows) No.

Klinger shot 'em.

Both? Both.

Where did it happen?

On the trail down from
Indian Ridge to marengo.

The spot you showed
me on the map?

Give or take a mile or so.

So, klinger set the ambush,

klinger picked the spot,

klinger killed the miners.

That about it?

Congratulations.

It's a beginning.

Dave: Hey, the water pump's
working. (People cheering)

Bart, would you take me
down to the engine chair?

Didn't your rifle work?

He squeezed off two
shots. Before you could fire?

Johnny, did he have a rifle?

Hmm.

And he got them
both with a shot each?

Johnny: Both of them.

Dead.

He was lucky.

Was he?

Was he lucky?

(Laughing)

Angela: Mr. Tarrant,
you just earned your keep.

Valuable fellow.

What was your job on a railroad?

Surveyor. What else?

Engineering.

This fellow works for
a railroad that's so rich

they can afford to use an engineer
as a common ordinary surveyor.

Well, it wasn't just
an ordinary survey.

It... we were
laying out the route.

Why are you so
interested in him, Bart?

Because the choosing of a route
for a railroad is important decision.

And important decisions
are made by important people.

Now, what was your real job?

Chief construction engineer.

Let's go talk
about the railroad.

(Men laughing)

$25,000 ransom? For him?

Do you think they'll pay it?

(Sighs) I don't know.

Get the engineer to write a note

to the president
of that railroad.

Calhoun, I think his name is.

Then we'll see.

You cut up $25,000 between us.

Or whatever we can get.

I think the flag pole can
stand the extra weight.

Well, it's a deal.

That's what I like.
It's a quick decision.

Well, we try to be official.

I see that.

You already got the men
out there fixing the Cannon.

Trying to, you mean.

If you are having any trouble, why
don't you put that engineer on it?

Mmm, good idea.

He did fix the engine.

You got a map around
here with scalplock on it?

Yeah, it's under her majesty.

Now right there is one the
main offices of the bps&d.

Way I figure it, I can go
into town, hang around there

and choose my own
time to contact Calhoun.

That won't be necessary.

You changed your mind?

I'll send Johnny
Spanish with a note.

No, Calhoun is one
of the sharpest men

in this part of the country.

Johnny Spanish can handle it.

Well, it'll wreck my plan.

And I don't want
him deliver the note.

I'm giving the
orders around here.

Then you get your own
schemes for making money.

Now, this ransom note is my idea

and I'm not going
to cut $12,500 up

with somebody I don't need.

You know the penalty
for disobeying orders?

I'll take the chance.

Well...

I never thought I would
meet another Frankie Burnett.

You haven't.

My name is Bart klinger.

An entirely different person
with entirely different ideas.

In what way are
your ideas different?

Only where money is concerned.

Anybody here? I
was told to come up.

Angela: How's work coming
under Cannon Mr. Tarrant?

I'll have it firing again.

Good.

Sit down.

It isn't often I have a chance
to talk with an educated man.

Where'd you study engineering?

Massachusetts
institute of technology.

Were you the head of your class?

Not quite.

Mmm. Sit down.

Do you think Mr. Calhoun
would find it easy to replace you?

(Exhales)

I sure hope that thought
hasn't crossed his mind.

Well, wouldn't it be cheaper
to hire another engineer

than to pay the ransom?

Do you think you're
worth $25,000?

I think so.

Well, for your sake, I
hope Calhoun thinks so.

What's he like?

What would you like
to know about him?

Well, is he one of
those big eastern types

that sit behind a big
desk in New York?

Dave: His desk is on wheels.

Does he run the
railroad from scalplock?

No, from his private car.

You mean he has a whole
railroad car for himself?

Which he lives in.

Pot-bellied with white whiskers?

Sometimes I wish he were.

No, some ladies say he
cuts quite a handsome get-up.

Does he have $25,000 in cash?

He owns one of the
best railroads in the west.

But is he tight with his money?

He is a gambler.

No matter what the stakes?

He won the railroad
in a poker game.

Is he a fighter?

Two-fisted.

Angela: Does he carry a gun?

When necessary.

Short-tempered? A powder keg.

Has he ever killed a man? Yes.

More than one man? Yes.

A gun-fighting
president of a railroad?

He is not your typical
executive, that's for certain.

What do you think
about Bart klinger?

I have heard he
is fast with a gun.

Faster than Calhoun?

My money would have
to go with Calhoun.

What chance does klinger
have of collecting the money?

No chance, if Calhoun
doesn't believe him.

Well, why shouldn't
he believe him?

Because he might think I'm dead.

Not if Bart tells
him you are alive.

I mean, he is just not any
ordinary gun fighter. How...

I shouldn't have sent Bart.

If klinger's the
man you say he is,

he'll come back.

Well,

the money might come back.

What do you mean?

Calhoun doesn't kill
him, Johnny Spanish will.

How long you've been
following me, Johnny?

(Sniggering) When did you know?

Last two miles.

Three miles.

Why?

Maybe it's because
I want to make sure

you're going to bring
back that $25,000.

Maybe not.

It's your idea or nations'?

(Sniggering)

Guess.

(Gunshot)

Everything's going
to depend on timing.

You, me, Dave.

Don't overdo the heroics.

Yes, sir, Mr. Calhoun.

(Clanging)

Got it fixed yet?

No, not yet.

But it'll be ready.

Ben: Angela.

I was sure it was you who'd
come back. (Cat meowing)

Johnny Spanish wasn't so sure.

(Chuckles) You got the money?

In the saddlebags.

I got nations to
take care of first.

He's in the Bella union.

Ben: Nations!

Nations.

Come on out.

Nations.

Ah!

(Gunshot)

Fire!

(Explosion)

Fire!

(Angela screams)

Throw your guns out!

Turn around and
face the mountain.

It's the end of new
Chicago, Angela.

(Gunshot)

Mmm.

Excellent champagne.

Hard to come by out here
but it's worth the effort.

Mr. Calhoun, anything
worth having requires effort.

Is there anything
we can do for you?

Yes.

You can take care of her
majesty while I'm away.

(Brakes screeching)

(Steam blowing) Well, I
hope that won't be too long.

I was right about
you, Mr. Calhoun.

You are a great man.

Angela.

Thank you, Dave.

Under other circumstances,

she could have
been a great woman.

Who did you leave
that raccoon with?

C.c. Johnson back in scalplock.

Well, give him a
queen for a playmate.

(Chuckles) Courtesy
of the bps&d.

David, why don't
you get your maps

and let's see where
we were on that survey?

Right.

(Bell clanging)

(Theme music playing)