All language subtitles for 04 - Wrong Train to Brimstone

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.

NARRA TOR:
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 Iatter-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 ofthis 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'II 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 Iife.

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 ofthe
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 Iive long enough.

Well, I'II 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 Iike
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 Iike this.

AII 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: AII 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 Iike 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
ofthe wrong people.

So, we decided
to be sure ofthat.

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

Ied 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

ofthe George Bannerman
Detective Agency.

The best we have.

Fields and Crawly
of Frisco,

Keith and Hickson,
Carson City.

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

But, Ithink

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 ofthat
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
ofthem 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 Iadies 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 Iike

because I know them
very well.

I'II 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 Iike 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 Iay there unconscious
when the train pulled out.

I didn't read about that.

Nobody did.

You see, Kid Curry
found me Iying 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
Iike real gentlemen

and Ijust couldn't bring myselfto
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?

VVhy?

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
ofthat, 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
ofthe 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?

AII 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 ofthat 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 anyjudge
of human nature,

these two in here
will dojust fine

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

Don't do that yet.

I want to think about it more.

AII 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 Iimber 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 Iine.

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?

VVhy?

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'II tell you.

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

Summit or Harris Crossing.

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

grab a couple of
horses there,

and with a little Iuck

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 Iike 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,

Ilike it.

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

When we get to
Indian Rocks we have some

final preparation: 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 ofthat
Devil's Hole Gang.

(TRAIN BELL RINGING)

AII right, men, water stop.

Limber 'em up.

Okay, 1703/5-

Kid, Ithink 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.

Ijust may be.

AII 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.

AII right, men.

Get ready, men.
This is it.

(SCREECHING)

This is it.

AII 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 Iate.

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 Iiars.

We don't have
too long to hold out.

We need inside help.

We do not!

Now, if you would just
pull yourselftogether,

we've got all
the inside help we need.

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

AII right.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Excuse me, Mr. Briscoe, but,

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

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

Well, some ofthe men
figured that

maybe we might

Ioosen up a wee bit and

have a drink or two.

It'd help.

Sol

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 ifthere'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
ofthis 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, Ijust 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?

Iam.

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?

Isure 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!

AII right, men.
AII right. Here we go.

Everybody gets a bottle
ofthis fine bourbon.

There you go, fellas,
there you go.

(COUGHS)

Well, you're in Iuck.

I'm not in
a killing mood anymore.

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

AII right.

Start talking.

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

But that ain't Kid Curry.

What?

That girl's Iying 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
Iike 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
Ioaned us money. Sent us off, free.

Two ofthe 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'Il 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, Iike 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 aliar.

I guess so.

But why?

Who brought her to you?

Jeremiah Daley,
one of our top agents.

Mmm-hmm.

And who brought the Iiquor
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 Iiquor
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 ofthe Iine.

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 ofthose
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: AII right, boys,
everybody drink up!

Hot java.

This is it, men.

On your posts, men.

BRISCOE: 480, 49o, 495,

500.

Didn't I call it
a bargain price?

Oh, thank you,
Mr. Briscoe.

And ifthere 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 oftime 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 Iow.

Kind of Iike that.

Shoulder Iow.
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, Iucky 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)