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(Clatter of tools at
work in the background)

Ben, if we can stay
on the schedule,

we'll finish the tunnel
in another two weeks.

Good.

Now...

Georgy?

Georgy?

(Saw scraping)

Georgy!

(Fuse crackling)

Nils, o'brien!
Georgy's in the tunnel!

(Fuse crackling)

(Explosion)

Georgy. Georgy.

(Rumbling)

(Theme music playing)

You wait here, Kristen.

(Rocks thudding)

(Screams) Georgy.

George, take her out of here.
No! Don't go there, Kristen. Don't!

(Sobbing) Mrs.
Sawyer, forgive me.

Mrs. Sawyer, forgive
me, please. I'm, I'm sorry.

(Sobbing) Not
your, not your fault.

It was my fault.

It was my job to keep the children
away from the blasting area.

(Sniffles)

Georgy's dead because of
me, and nils and o'brien, too.

I'm sorry.

Barnabas, how many seconds passed
from the time you saw georgy come in here

till you heard the
sound of the explosion?

Uh, I saw him
running into the tunnel.

And nils and o'brien were
right there. So, I yelled at them

and they went
right in after him.

And where were you?

Near Calhoun's stand.

(Mumbles) That puts you at
50 yards from the entrance.

Was georgy running or walking?

Oh, he was skipping.

(Sobbing) Oh, god.

Skipping.

Now, the minute you ran
into the tunnel, it blew?

(Rocks thudding)

I... I didn't go into
the tunnel after him.

I stopped at the entrance.

For how long?

Well, I went up to the tunnel
entrance, and right away, I heard it go.

So I turned my back and the
concussion knocked me down.

(Sobbing) All right, let me see.

We dug in 40 feet from here.

That blast was for
10 feet of roughing.

Yeah, maybe.

Mr. Sawyer.

(Sighs) There's a good chance

your son isn't under that
rubble, but on the other side of it.

You mean... He's alive?

If he kept skipping.

(Gasping) Kristen, do
you hear? Georgy's alive.

That's only based on my
figures. It's not a fact, sir.

I'll go get the dynamite to
blast... We're out of dynamite.

You can't be! Next
shipment comes in a week.

Well, you said
you could find him.

Now, wait a minute. We'll do everything
we can until we can find some explosives.

Wait a minute, I know where
there's some nitro glycerin.

Nitroglycerin?
It's liquid stuff.

Harry? Get a hammer. Move in.

Harry, listen,
according to my figures,

they could still be
alive on the other side.

(Rocks thudding)

(Debris rumbling)

(Beams creaking)

O'brien?

O'brien? (Grunts)

(Groans)

(Groans)

(Beams creaking)

Georgy?

(Rocks clunking)

Georgy?

Georgy?

(Beams creaking)

It'll take too long
to dig them out,

but I know where there's
some nitro glycerin.

Down at the union
pacific depot in topaz.

Bet it's just the
thing. We'll get it.

We can control every blast,

spoon-feed it and not
worry about a cave-in.

All right. Take over
here. I'll telegraph topaz,

tell 'em to highball it around
buffalo pass and pick it up there.

We're gonna get your boy
out, Mrs. Sawyer. Barnabas.

Never mind. Stay
here and help Dave.

(Rocks thudding)

(Train whistle blowing)

(Train engine chugging)

(Tools clattering)
(Rocks thudding)

Georgy: Mama.

Georgy? Georgy: Mama.

Georgy? Georgy: Mama.

It is all right.

It's all right.

Mama.

"Nitro." can I read it
when you're finished?

Mr. Calhoun, I know
a little bit about it.

They say it's pretty ticklish to
handle. Real ticklish to handle.

Especially, if you're alone.

And I figured that I could
be some help to you.

You know, I'm not scared.

I know everybody back there thinks
I am, but I'm not. Maybe you do too.

But...

Would I be on this
train if I were scared?

You're on this train because
you disobeyed my orders.

Georgy: Mama.

Nils: It is all right, georgy.

(Rocks thudding) Georgy: Mama.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right. (Beams creaking)

(Train whistle blowing)

(Brakes screeching)

(Objects thudding, clattering)

(Steam hissing)

Oh, Mr. Calhoun?

Yes. I was expecting
the shipment from up.

Yeah, Nitroglycerin.
It's arrived.

Uh, just a minute.
Your train is impounded.

You might call it,
kind of a "hostage."

A hostage for what?
For the public safety.

I can't let you take nitro
aboard your railroad.

Why, your tracks run
through four communities.

And if that stuff went off, it could
blow any one of them right off the map.

It's no danger if you
know how to handle it.

I suggest you keep your
ignorance to yourself, boy.

Here, read this. They thought
they knew how to handle it, too.

Barnabas: (Reading)
"Waterfront destroyed."

Nitro blamed in
tragedy. That's right.

I got the wire, but I can't
risk the lives of my people.

Where is it now?

It's over at the ice house.

Barnabas: Good. It's safe at low
temperatures. But if you let it heat up...

Then it blows up.

The icehouse is outside of town.

And the nitro stays there until
you figure out how to get rid of it.

Now maybe you can understand why I will
not allow that nitro aboard this train.

We're gonna have to
move it over land by wagon.

Tried to flee from the fiery
blast that is called "Nitroglycerin."

Amen. Amen.

But none shall escape.

It shall be as the holy
scriptures prophesized.

Pride. Pride and arrogance.

The sins of man
and the wrath of god

shall come together
in a mighty cataclysm.

A cataclysm that
none shall escape.

Amen.

Doomsday is upon you, sinner.

Doomsday is upon you.

Doomsday!

Reverend: Give
here to me, brethren.

Harken to my warnings, sinners.

(Reverend speaking indistinctly)

That one's not for hire.

Price says it is.

Not to you, Mr. Calhoun. You
want a wagon, you buy one.

I ain't risking my property.

All right.

(Reverend speaking indistinctly)

The price is $1000.

$1000? That's
just plain robbery.

I got an old buck-board
out back. It's a mite rickety.

Let you have it for $800.

I'm in a hurry and I haven't
got time to argue with you.

Give you $80 for the wagon and $100
for the team. Making $800 an even $200.

I said $1000.

And I told you I was in a hurry.

Boss!

(Thuds)

Have we got a deal, or haven't
we? Yeah. Yeah, we got a deal.

How long do you think it will take us
to get the nitro back to the rail head?

Two, maybe three days. But
it's not gonna be us. It'll be me.

Boss,

you think I'm scared?

No, I don't think you're scared.

And even if you were, it's
nothing to be ashamed of.

Every man gets scared once or
twice in his life. Unless he's stupid.

Whoa! Mr. Calhoun.

I appeal to you.

Don't risk your life
and the lives of others.

Take that nitro glycerin out into the
wilderness and destroy it harmlessly.

That nitro glycerin could possibly save
the lives of three people trapped alive.

If it be god's will that they
die, bow to it, Mr. Calhoun.

I'll leave it up to you, miss.
One of them's a little boy.

Isn't it right he should
try and help them, papa?

Reverend: And defy god?

Ben: Then according to your
philosophy, sir, if that Nitroglycerin

is to blow up this town
and all of the people in it

I'd be defying god's
will if I didn't move it.

Destruction cometh. (Grunts)

Hey.

Thanks, Freddy.

It's... it's a message
from Ben, Mrs. Sawyer.

He's on his way.

(Tools clanging) (Rocks
rumbling, thudding)

Any word from Calhoun?

Yeah, he's on his way.

We're only in five feet.

How thick do you
think this wall is?

I can't tell.

(Horse snorting)

(Clatter of wagon
wheels approaching)

Ben Calhoun? Ben: That's right.

Sheriff macklin of high water. I'm sure sorry
to hear about the trouble in your tunnel.

Thank you, sheriff. We hear you're
carrying sin and damnation, mister.

Who told you that? Preacher?

I'm afraid we got a
problem, Mr. Calhoun.

The road through town
is washed out pretty bad.

Now, the folks around
here are afraid of that nitro.

But they're dead game
and willing to help you.

I got a crew working
on the road now.

Ben: How long will it
take them to get it fixed?

Oh, four or five hours.
Ben: We can't wait.

When that ice melts and starts
warming up, that's when it gets dangerous.

There's another
road around town.

It's further and rough,
but it's passable.

We've got no other choice.

Don't shake that bottle.

(Chuckling) Hey, it don't
look like hell fire to me.

Put that bottle back in the ice.

It's warming up while
you hold it in your hand.

Yeah, it sure is.

Jake, tell that crazy brother
of yours to put that bottle back.

Here, try it, teague.

What do you mean,
"crazy," sheriff?

Little old bottle sure don't look
like sin and damnation to me.

(Both laughing)

Put the bottle back.

Ooh, sort of pretty.
(Laughing) Yeah.

Garrity!

Look, sheriff. I'm
going to town, huh?

Show 'em what sin and
damnation looks like.

Yee-haw. Hallelujah.

Ya-hoo.

(Hollering)

(Laughing) Hallelujah.

(Explosion)

We must carry the word, Rachel.

Destruction cometh.

Yah.

(Rocks thudding)

(Hammering) (Coughs)

(Coughs)

They'll hold? I think.

(Beams creaking) It better.

(Rocks thudding)

(Coughing)

(Beams creaking)

Hmm.

(Heaves)

(Reverend grunts)

Papa?

Papa?

Hmm? Next town we come to

you're going to see
a doctor, you hear?

(Grumbles) I'm
steadier than oak.

You mustn't try
to fool me, papa.

(Horses whinnying)

(Crashing)

Well, that's all we need.

What are we gonna do?

I'm gonna go over and
talk to that preacher.

We'll be all right.

There's just so much
work to be done.

So many sinners to
be called to repentance.

(Breathing heavily)

I sometimes wonder if

god will give me the
time and the strength.

(Horse neighs in distance)

(Horse snorts)

Reverend. Miss sparrow.

What do you want, sir?

I need your help, sir.

My wagon's broken down and
yours is the only one available.

You can't have it. You
could name your price.

Money. Gold.

What do I care for
pharaohs' gold? (Coughing)

Do you care about
three human beings?

For their souls.

Then let me try
to save their lives.

There's over $400 there. You can have
it all just for the loan of your wagon.

Papa, one of
them's a little boy.

Maybe god doesn't want...
Is corruption so swift, then?

No! I will not trifle
with damnation.

(Reverend coughing)

Cal...

Ben: I'm sorry, ma'am.

(Crying) Papa?

(Sobbing)

(Sobbing) Oh, papa.

(Rachel sobbing)

Feeling better?

I wish I had a black dress.

Black's proper for mourning.
It's the color of man's sins.

Rachel...

Mr. Calhoun's afraid you'll
blame him for what happened.

It's not his fault.

God placed his
hand on papa's heart.

Ben: Miss sparrow?

(Organ playing)

Our heavenly father, we commend
unto you, Albert c. Sparrow.

Grant him holy rest.

Assure him of certain knowledge
of the coming resurrection.

Resurrection?

But that's... My father
didn't preach new testament.

I'm sorry.

He preached old testament.

Damnation. That man must burn
through eternity for his sins on earth.

You can't believe that?

Of course, I believe that.

I'm his daughter. His disciple.

You're no different
from all the rest.

Laughing at him.
Making fun of him.

Driving us from place to place.

When he was only trying
his best to do god's work.

But... Ben: Barnabas.

I think miss sparrow would perhaps
like to say goodbye to her father alone.

(Sniffling) Papa...

I love you.

(Thudding)

(Beams creaking)

(Faint thudding)

(Thudding)

That's it! That's it! We're through.
Kristen! Stop digging, we're through.

Nils?

Nils, can you hear me?

Can you hear anything?

Nils?

Nils!

(Grunts) Georgy!

Georgy. All right, Mr. Sawyer.

Nils, if you can
hear me, answer!

(Beams creaking) Dave:
(Through pipe) Nils?

Nils! Nils, can you hear me?

Yeah, Dave.

He's there. He's all right.

The boy, nils?

You and the boy? You all right?

He is fine.

The boy's all right. O'brien?

He is all right, too.

They're all right.
Here's Mrs. Sawyer.

(Stammering) Georgy? Georgy?

Georgy.

Georgy?

Yes, mama?

Georgy, are you all right?

Yes, mama.

Honey, you're sure
you're not hurt. No, mama.

Honey, your papa
wants to talk to you.

Georgy?

Hello, papa?

Georgy, are you
sure you're all right?

Fine, papa.

Now, look, georgy.
You be a good boy.

And do everything nils
tells you. You understand?

Yes, papa.

Okay, Mr. Sawyer.

Nils?

Yeah, Dave.

We'll feed you some air and
some water through this pipe.

And don't worry, we're gonna
get you out. (Beams creaking)

Every man here is
working as hard as they can.

And we've got some new
explosives on the way.

And with it, we can control
every foot till we blast.

That last beam,
nils, is it holding?

I think it will hold, Dave.

Good. How about the rocks?

(Rumbling) Hey,
georgy, come here.

(Crashing) (Screaming)

Nils?

(Rumbling)

Nils: Stay right there, georgy.

O'brien? Dave: Nils!
Can you hear me?

Nils?

Nils: Help. (Rubble clattering)

Nils, answer me. What happened?

Georgy! Georgy! Georgy!

Nils: O'brien?

Mr. Sawyer: Georgy?

(Beams creaking)

Mr. Sawyer: Georgy!

Georgy!

All right, come on.
Nils, what happened?

Dave: Nils, can you hear
me? (Beams creaking)

Dave: What happened? Nils?

(Yells) Nils!

(Rocks thudding)

He's dead.

(Sobbing)

(Rumbling)

Dave?

(Whispers) It's okay.

Dave? Dave: Nils?

O'brien is dead.

And the boy?

He is all right.

Your boy's okay.

Your boy's alive. Hmm.

(Beams creaking)

All right, let's get
back to digging.

(Rocks thudding)

(Coughing)

Let's get this sling
up in the wagon.

She was strange.

Not very easy on her,

riding around in this
doomsday wagon.

I guess not.

That ice is melting.

It'll be all right tonight. But
tomorrow, the sun will be on it.

I suppose it's too soon for
you to make any decisions

to what you're gonna do,
where you're gonna go.

God will guide
me. I'm sure he will.

Do you have any
family? Brothers? Sisters?

I have an aunt in Wisconsin. But
my father doesn't approve of her.

Oh? She's frivolous.

I suppose there are
worse faults than that.

Well, perhaps I can
make her see the light.

Mr. Calhoun, I haven't yet
thanked you for helping me.

Thank you. You're welcome.

I'd like to do something
to help pay my way.

That won't be necessary.
We're hiring your wagon.

Well, I thought, perhaps,
I might help Mr. Rogers.

Whoa. That's a good idea.

And we would be indeed grateful.

(Both grunting)

Tired of riding? I thought
I could help you a little bit.

Oh, considering we're carrying
nitro, a little payer might help.

I cannot make jokes
about prayer, Mr. Rogers.

Mr. Rogers?

Funny, I always wanted to
know what that would sound like.

You can call me, barnabas.

I'm not making
fun of you, Rachel.

I'm sorry, really.

I accept your apology, barnabas.

What do you do on the railroad?

Well, I'm second assistant to just
about everybody. Especially Mr. Calhoun.

Like I helped papa? Sure.

Except, we're building a
railroad. That's a lot of fun.

Life shouldn't be fun. Why not?

Well, it's easy for you
indulging in luxuries.

I don't know much
about luxuries, Rachel.

I'm sort of an orphan, myself. I've
been working my way since I was six.

Oh, that's tragic,
not to have a family.

I'm sorry. I'm not used
to being around men.

You don't have to be
careful with me, Rachel.

(Indistinct chattering)

(Thudding, clattering)

How old is the little boy who's
trapped in the tunnel? Eight.

Well, if his parents would
repent, he'd be saved.

I don't think so. I think that nitro's
the only thing that's gonna save him.

But destruction
cometh to those who sin.

Ugh. You know, Mr. Calhoun
thinks you're a fine cook.

What do you think?

I think I'll have some more while
he's hitching up the horses. May I?

(Horse neighing)
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

(Horse neighing)

(Horse snorting)

He got me in the leg.

(Clatter of tools)

(Rumbling)

Georgy, over there.

There.

(Crashing)

(Rocks thunking)

Nils? Nils, can you hear me?

Georgy! Nils!

(Screaming) Georgy! Georgy!

(Rocks thudding)

Nils! Nils!

(Rocks thudding)

(Beams creaking)

(Coughing)

(Coughing)

You hurt, georgy? No.

Do not worry. They
will get us out soon.

I'm not worried. No?

No. You're very
brave man, georgy.

I'm not brave. Papa said you're
the strongest man in camp.

(Beams creaking)
(Debris thudding)

I hope so.

All right, let's dig!

Going to see if I can find a little
smother pass through those hills there

so I won't have to
do it in the morning.

Please don't go, Mr. Calhoun.
You'll hurt yourself worse.

Barnabas told me
to keep you quiet.

Since when did barnabas
start giving orders around here?

Since you hurt your leg.

Good. Now, you give yourself
an order to get that harness fixed.

Yes, sir. Keep an eye
on things till I get back.

Well, I guess I better
go get dinner ready.

You know, Rachel,
you're not pretty.

I know. You're beautiful.

Well, I guess I better
go fix the harness.

(Wind howling)

How're you coming?

Hitched up.

You must be tired.
It's almost morning.

Oh, I've gone without
a night's sleep before.

By start of first light, we'll be at
the construction camp in no time.

It's just over those hills.

Thanks.

(Thunder rumbling)

My father was
so afraid of dying.

It always seems like

what you're most afraid of,

well, that's what
happens to you.

(Thunder rumbling)

(Sobbing)

You all right?

Cold?

Is that better?

I never kissed anybody before.

Except my papa.

And he didn't
like me to kiss him

because it's a sin.

But it's beautiful.

You're beautiful.

Do you have a girl?

(Thunder rumbling)

(Gasps) What is it?

Repent.

For there's nothing glorious in what
we've done, but only sin and shame.

(Thunder rumbling)

You're not a sinner.

Yes, I am. We all are.

Born in sin. Live in sin.
Die in sin. My papa said so!

And he was wrong. He was
right. He was right. He was right.

Repent. Repent... All right,
put it down. Give it to me.

(Gun shot)

Where's Calhoun?

Where's the man
who killed my brother?

Blew him all to pieces.
Well, where is he?

(Gunshot) (Screams)

I asked you where he is.

Now, the next shot will
blow you all to pieces.

Where is Calhoun?

Teague!

(Gunshots)

Hee-ya! Hee-ya!

You're a sinner,
barnabas! Repent!

Shut up. Shut up. Repent!
Why won't you repent?

Repent! Repent,
or you'll burn in hell!

(Indistinct arguing)

(Hollering)

(Clattering of tools)

(Hollering)

(Explosion)

Dave: Where's georgy?
Nils: Here, get him. Quick.

Come on, son.

Here.

Georgy, come on, boy. Come
on, boy. Come on, my boy.

Come on, baby. Here's
your mama. Georgy!

He's all right,
honey. He's all right.

Oh, georgy! You're
all right, aren't you?

(Crashing)

Uh, Mr. Calhoun.

I still can't figure out why I just froze
and nils and o'brien kept on going.

You didn't freeze when you
went after the horses, did you?

Well, I didn't
think about it then.

That's what makes a hero.

A fellow that just
doesn't stop to think.

Barnabas.

Papa was wrong.

We don't live in sin.

I'm sorry I tried
to kill us both.

Will you forgive me?

I don't know why I
was afraid of that.

Of what?

(Theme music playing)