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(Toots)

(Theme music playing)

(Inaudible)

(Gunshots)

(Gunshots)

(Gunshots continue)

Ben: Barnabas, hurry up
and bring that stuff in here.

Just a minute. I'm coating
the last wet plate now.

Well, just half-coat it,
and bring it on in here.

Bring me a spoon, too.

Yes, sir.

What do you want
with this stuff?

Whoa! You're not gonna put
that on his wound, are you?

Why not?

Well, Mr. Calhoun,
that's collodion.

(Cork pops) You can't...

Well, that's just for
coating photographic plates.

That's right. What's collodion?

Explosive nitrate.

Alcohol, ether and some nitrate,

fix you right up.

Not getting skittish, are ya?

(Chuckles) I'll
drink it if you will.

(Chuckles)

(Winces)

I hope that guarantees
a quick mend.

It does.

Heh. I am pretty lucky
he was an amateur shot.

Who the devil would have figured

we'd be taken for a
couple of claim jumpers.

You know, Dave...

We ought to be through
that pass by October.

Then, with the
Wilson freight contract,

we'll be out in the
open by spring.

We're actually in
pretty good shape.

Oh, you bet. You know that gorge
will save us 22 miles of re-routing?

Hmm.

I think as a junior partner,

you have the right
to know the facts.

The fact is...

Oh, don't tell me. I can hear
you even before you say it.

We can't afford to
reroute two miles.

Oh, here it is.

Now, take a look at this,
Ben, you'll see what I mean.

Completely inaccessible
from both flanks.

(Knocking at door)

Telegram, Mr. Calhoun.

Here's the answer
you've been waiting for.

Thank you. Thank
you, Mr. Calhoun.

You want to make it 10?

Mm, no, $5 still says
it's federal property.

Well, don't tell me the
union pacific owns it.

You weren't shot by
any amateur, Dave.

Barnabas, where's that short-bit
novel you bought in St. Louis last month?

Here is the owner of high devil.

"Jez santeen,

"or madame
bluebeard of the west.

"Murderer of four husbands.

"The true story of the most
notorious woman in america."

- (People yelling)
- (Gunshots)

(Men clamoring)

(Indistinct chattering)

No, no, throw it away.
Throw it away, rocky.

You know razor Joe
carries his own saw.

(Struggling)

(Skin squishes)

Maybe that will remind you

how you made those fast
guns run for cover, chico.

(Scraping) (Groaning)

Please...

Sit still.

Please don't. (Men laughing)

(Groaning)

Don't do that. Please don't.

Oh, you...

♪♪ Chico Trent was a gun

♪♪ that killed 18 men

♪♪ ai-ai-yippy ai-ai-yippy

♪♪ ai-ai-aye ♪♪
no, don't!

Oh, you!

Come on, I want to
hear chico Trent tell us

how he made those
guns skin back.

Sit still!

Man: They're
shaving chico Trent.

Chico!

(Chico groaning) (Men laughing)

Please don't.

♪♪ More daring gunmen

♪♪ the lawmen never knew

♪♪ that the crack shot... ♪♪

(Struggling)

♪♪ If you draw on
him, you die that day ♪♪

Drop the razor.

♪♪ Who stand up to him ♪♪

You deputies are
in the wrong camp.

You draw no pay here.

Chico: No, no, no!

I said, drop the razor!

Anybody else wanna
stop the free shave?

I got a couple of free drinks

for anybody who will take
these people to the funeral parlor.

(Men laughing)

Singer: ♪♪ chico Trent was a gun

♪♪ that killed 18 men
chico: Please. Please don't!

♪♪ Ai-ai-yippy

♪♪ ai-ai-yippy ♪♪

Don't.

I'm just an observer,
Mr. Calhoun.

We never shook hands, but I saw
you win your railroad in that poker game.

My name is red vitel, I
own that saloon over there.

Why don't you drop in for
a drink sometime, on me.

Get back to work.

Now, you boys were just
run over by an iron horse.

He own the bps&d railroad
line, his name's Calhoun.

Calhoun? Yeah,
I heard about him.

Ben Calhoun.

Why'd you let him
stop the shave?

And why would a big steaming
smoke gent ride into town

on a horse with a packed mule?

Well, he must be here for
only one thing, high devil.

That's why I didn't
blow his head off.

I wanna see what high
devil is worth to him.

Where have you been?

Prison. One you've
never heard of.

How long?

Five years.

For what?

Gunfighting.

Gunfighting? You must
have made history, chico.

I did?

You're the only gunfighter I've ever known
that had to go to jail for gunfighting.

Come on in.

Sit down.

You want a drink, Ben?

No, thank you.

Why don't you get
out of those clothes,

and let me get you
one of my suits?

Oh, I fit this one.

Who is this fella?

He looks familiar.

Chico: Oh, that's... That's
just a fella I used to ride with.

You know, five years
ago, that bunch out there,

they wouldn't have
faced you all at one time

if they had their guns drawn

and yours was
still in the holster.

Now, they're out
there dry shaving you,

ridiculing you,
making fun of you.

Why? What happened?

Oh, there's always some show off

trying to ride me just because
I was a good man with a gun.

Five years ago, I would have
blown a hole in their belly.

But, now, I...

I'm scared, Ben.
I'm just plain scared.

How do you live?

Saloons mostly.
Work for whiskey.

Red vitel's saloon?

Yeah.

Why didn't he stop it?

They work for him, too.

Then, quit.

I did.

How are you gonna live now?

Dig graves.

A bottle a hole

when I knew you,
you were a proud man.

You knew where you were going,

what you wanted.

Even told me about a girl
that you fell in love with.

You were gonna get married.
What happened to her?

Yeah. I, uh...

I had a feeling for
someone once. I, uh...

I killed it.

I keep asking myself, "why?"

I don't understand why.

Maybe you can tell me, Ben.

Young Irish poet, living
over there in england,

he might have the answer.

I think he's the
one that said that

every man kills the
one that he loves.

A coward, with a knife...

A brave man, with a word.

Are you here
scratching for gold?

I'm here trying to negotiate a
right of way across high devil.

I have to deal with a woman
with the name of jez santeen.

Did you ever hear of her?

(Gulps)

She's a killer.

(Horse neighing)

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

Much obliged.

(Uncocks gun)

What do you want?

Well, I don't want your gold.

Don't care what you're
after. Get off my property.

The cat ought to entitle
me to five minutes of talk.

Talk.

My name is Ben Calhoun, ma'am.

I, uh...

Is there some place we
could go and sit down?

I'd like to discuss a
proposition with you.

That dead cat ain't worth it.

What I want to talk to you about

involves a lot of money.

You're interested in
money, aren't you?

Of course i'm
interested in money.

What's your business?

Finding shortcuts
through mountains,

across deserts and rivers.

All for the bps&d.

Talk English.

It's the fastest-growing
railroad in the country, ma'am.

I see.

And you're here to get
right of way over high devil

to save time and
money. Is that it?

That's it.

Get off my property!

You just said you
were interested.

I rode on railroads, mister.

I saw y'all candy-butchers sell
those dime novels about me.

I hate all railroads!

Now, waltz back
across that bridge.

(Cocking) Now, you listen to me.

We don't have any
candy-butchers on my train.

Or news butchers or
any kind of butchers.

We haven't had that since the day
we fired up the first stick of wood.

Do you understand that?

Now, you don't hate
the bps&d, do you?

Are you ready to talk a deal?

But you've got to meet my price.

All right.

How much do you want for the
right of way across high devil?

Your wedding ring.

I sure like the way you kiss.

I think everybody
likes everybody

when they're kissing.

But, you're not "everybody,"
and I'm a murderer.

Some girls, when they
kiss, they turn all red-faced,

some get scared,
some call for help,

some faint...

Some bite, some cry.

Me?

I died.

I died inside the first
time a man kissed me.

Tom santeen?

No.

Someone else.

Tom santeen was more
of a solid kind of kiss.

A kiss of great promise.

But...

He fooled me.

I thought he was
all man, he wasn't.

He needed killing,
and I obliged.

Nobody believed me, and I
died a second time in prison.

Oh!

Ooh!

More wine, please.

But the new governor,
he believed me.

Mm.

What vintage is this?

'61.

The year the French
landed in veracruz.

The newspapers crucified
the governor for pardoning me.

And the dime-novel vultures
gave me a new name...

Madame bluebeard of the west,

murderer of four husbands.

I was only married once.

I only had one
husband, Tom santeen.

But he couldn't live up to
being the man I thought he was.

He was sick on loco weed.

Killing sick.

On our wedding night he said he'd kill
me if I told anybody about his sickness.

And then, he got drunk,

and ashamed,

ugly mean.

I had to kill him before
he choked me to death.

You're using up a lot of
steam for a short run, Ben.

I wanna ride to
the end of the line.

But you're not serious
about marrying me.

You don't even know me.

I don't love you, either.

But I like the way you size up.

Marriage has to mean something.

As much as your
railroad means to you.

Desperate women make fools of
themselves, Ben, I'm sorry I repulse you.

I look 40, don't I?

No, you don't. Twenty, perhaps.

Twenty-five.

Whatever it is,

it all adds up to

quite a woman.

And a woman can't
live without a man.

But what man would
love a freak like me?

♪♪ One, two

♪♪ three, four, she loads
the gun and locks the door

♪♪ and jez santeen
will shoot one more ♪♪

You ever sing that ballad?

Yes, I have.

Do you like it?

I never really
thought of it before,

until now.

They even wrote a play about me.

How about some more wine?

I even heard kids sing
that ballad in the street.

That's why I'll trade
high devil for a ring.

I've got no other play.

You're too young and
you're too pretty, jez,

to settle for the first
man that comes along.

You've gotta find
somebody that you can love,

somebody that'll love you.

Miracles aren't
made for murderers.

And I'm not waiting for
that hand to come up.

Is it a deal?

(Sighs)

Well?

I'll work something out.

No, Ben.

It's got to be one or the other.

Marry me or leave
me, which will it be?

(Door opens and closes)

(Knocking at door)

Ben!

Oh!

You never wore
that dress for me.

(Dress rips) (Grunts)

I'm sorry, jez. 'Ll buy you
a new one, same color.

Jez?

Crawling up here like a
hermit, has made you look old.

(Sniffles) No!

I want high devil
to pay off for you.

You want it for yourself!

I can take it anytime.

You'd have to kill me first.

And that you won't do

because you want
me alive and glowing.

Oh, jez, no man would feel
safe married to you, except me.

(Both chuckling)

Don't bet on that.

If you've got any serious
ideas about Ben Calhoun,

I'll deliver his head
to you in a basket.

(Door slams)

Barnabas?

Ben, we'd figured you'd
closed the deal with her.

Now, that's why I went ahead
and committed a construction crew.

I've got them working on
these blueprints right now!

She's as mule-headed as I am.

You believe her, I don't.

Mr. Calhoun, I'll
tell you what I'd do...

Dave, she's got a pretty good
reason for killing Tom santeen.

Yeah, so she says.

Mr. Calhoun... What about
the other three husbands?

There weren't three,

there was only
one. Mr. Calhoun...

You forget, Dave, that notorious
people are targets of scandal.

For instance, take
those James' boys.

They get blamed for every hold-up
for 1,000 miles around Missouri.

You've got to admit that the
murderer of four husbands

sells a whole lot more
books than the murder of one.

That's her version,
Ben. Mr. Calhoun!

What is it?

I'll marry her.

You will? Yes, sir.

High devil can open
up the west for us.

Laying track to the pacific is more
important than personal desires.

And he's right! Oh, he is, huh?

I'm glad you feel that way.
Why don't you marry her?

Because she wants you!

And I'm afraid, if you
don't meet her terms,

we're all gonna be in
the scrap iron business.

What happened to your scruples?

Well, they just happen
to be all gone right now.

Anything for the
railroads, is that it?

Well, that's what
you're always preaching.

There's no way we can do it,
Ben. You've got to marry her.

Because Wilson told me this
morning to forget the freight contract.

He gave me 'til October.

Dave: He's changed
his mind. Why?

Why? Because no other
line has been able to build rails

over that high
devil, that's why.

He told me he's given the whole
business to some wagon freighting outfit,

unless you deliver a clearance
from jez santeen, no later than Friday.

Friday? That's only two days.

And that's the situation,
Ben. You've got to marry her.

Get the right of way, get the
freight contract, start laying rails,

build that bridge,
get rolling and...

Then lose her!

Is that what you really want?

Oh, no.

Well, I didn't think so.

I'll get the clearance. How?

I don't know how.

(Chuckles) Who knows?

Maybe she'll go
for a younger man.

Mr. Calhoun, no
mission is too difficult,

no sacrifice too great.

And every mile forward for the
bps&d calls for supreme sacrifice.

(Sighs) You hear that, Dave?

With spirit like
that, we can't lose.

Where's Mr. Wilson?

He's down in your car, waiting.

All right. You tell him that I'll
have that clearance by Friday.

Throw me that towel on
your way out, will you?

Wait a minute! Have
them send me up a dry one!

(Chuckles)

I'll tell her about your
proposition there, barnabas.

If she goes for
it, I'll send for you.

Yes, sir.

(Door closes)

(Knock on door)

Friday. Hey, come in.

Did you ask chico Trent
to have breakfast with me?

I think you better fetch
him yourself, Mr. Calhoun.

(People laughing)

All right, get out! Walk! Hut!

Are you all right?

I've been in town four days now.

They wake me every
morning this way.

Sit down.

What do you hang
around here for, anyway?

Oh, it'd be the same
anywhere I'd go.

I'll get you a job
on the railroad

if you straighten yourself out.

Oh, I'd just cause
you trouble, Ben.

Besides, they'd
find out about me.

Well, you can fight back.

Yesterday, a 14-year-old wet
nose horse-whipped me on a bet.

I run whining.

Now I know where
I've seen that face.

That's Tom santeen!

I saw him in a police gazette.

Why didn't you tell
me you knew him?

It is him, isn't it?

Yeah, that's Tom.

What kind of a fella was he?

There wasn't a
mean streak in him.

Do you know jez santeen?

♪♪ She said, "dear,
Tom, will you marry me?"

♪♪ He said, "dear,
jez, will you marry me?"

♪♪ One, two, three, four ♪♪

♪♪ she loads her
gun, and locks the door

♪♪ and jez santeen
will shoot one more

(men laughing)

♪♪ Jez shot poor Tom santeen
dead right through the head

♪♪ right through the head ♪♪

♪♪ she said, "dear,
Jim, will you marry me?"

♪♪ He said, "dear,
jez, will you marry me?"

♪♪ One, two, three, four ♪♪

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

(Men laughing)

♪♪ She loads her
gun, and locks the door

♪♪ and jez santeen
will shoot one more

♪♪ jez shot poor Jim rice
dead right through the head

♪♪ right... ♪♪

(Gunshots)

(Gunshot)

It's all right now.

He just grazed you, Mr. Calhoun.

You're gonna be short of help.

I won't miss him.

(Uncocks)

How many of these
did you pay for?

Three.

Give me a hand, chico.

Chico?

We'll go to your place
to help you unload.

Get aboard, chico.

Unless, you want to
stay here and Bury him.

We'll go by the hotel,
and pick up my horse.

Hut!

Jez: I was wet nosed
on gold by my father.

He was a carpenter.

But he taught me how
to scratch for flakes

before I learned to walk.

Twenty-two years ago my
father helped Jim Marshall

help John sutter.
To John sutter.

My father saw the
first chunk of gold.

Marshall found
in the mill channel.

A man always kills
a thing he loves.

And, uh...

That's how my father
got the gold fever.

A coward always uses a knife,

a brave man uses words.

He died busted. To high devil!

And he left me high
devil. To Tom santeen!

What the...

What are you waiting for?

Pick up that rifle!

If you had any guts, you'd
do something about Tom,

instead of sitting there
like a deadbeat gun hawk,

washing down wine to give
your backbone some sand!

Pick up that rifle!

Go on!

Shoot me!

(Sobbing) Shoot me!

(Door slams)

I was just gonna
put it in the corner.

(Removing bullets)

She's right.

I did come here to kill her

for what she'd done to the
finest man I ever rode with.

Did you ever ask her
why she killed him?

You said something about "a
man always kills the thing he loves."

Some men don't, Ben.

I couldn't do it. I, uh...

I love her too much.

It's not what I asked you.

Did you ever ask her
why she killed him?

Gun crazy.

You believe that? Well,
it was in the papers.

And you believe
that? It was in print!

Lot of things are in print
that are just exaggerations.

Do you understand what
"exaggeration" is, chico?

Exaggerations?

Exaggeration is
a part of our lives.

People have to live on scandal.

Now, jez santeen was
only married one time.

The rest were lies.

But one lie put into print,

and people will swear
to it that it's gospel.

Well, I didn't really swallow all
that stuff about those other men,

but Tom santeen I...

If you'd have known him...

I think it's about time
you learned that his halo

was just about as twisted
as your ideas of jez are.

I liked him more than a brother.

But, he was a
chicken-hearted wife beater,

and your worst enemy.

He was my best friend!

Then, I'm gonna tell you
about your best friend.

When you and jez broke
up and you rode out of here,

did your best
friend ride with you?

Well, he... No!

He stayed behind.

And just about the time that jez
needed someone, in the worst way,

your best friend showed up.

And even though she loved you,

and still does love you,

she married that mongrel
because he offered her

the thing that she wanted most,

and the thing that
scared you the most.

That was a home.

Did she stay she still loved me?

Why don't you ask her?

Did she say she still loved me?

I say, she still loves you!

But why don't you ask
her? And while you're at it,

ask her why she
killed your best friend.

I'll do that.

(Door closes)

(Melody playing)

Wilson: This all sounds
very definite, Mr. Calhoun.

It is.

Wilson: Well, i'm not satisfied.

I must see the authorization
for the right of way

before I sign our
freight contract.

I told you before, Mr. Wilson,

jez santeen will give it
to me at the wedding.

I only came back here
to pick up a dress suit.

And incidentally, you should
have one that'll fit chico.

I have a hunch you're
trying to pressure me

into something, Mr. Calhoun,

and I don't like it.

Then, come along
with us to the wedding.

I'll produce the
authorization at the altar.

I'll do just exactly
that, Mr. Calhoun.

Although, I despise weddings.

Good. Now, Dave, keep
working on the blueprints.

How long is it going to take your crew to
get started laying track up to high devil?

Tomorrow morning.

All right.

Barnabas,

tell Mr. Holmes I
want to see him.

Right, boss.

And thank you for volunteering.

Anytime, sir. (Chuckles)

She'll see what she
missed when you meet her.

Did you say she is
marrying chico Trent?

I did. A notorious gunfighter,

marrying a murderer
of four husbands?

Oh, I read all about
them in the dime novels.

It's quite a match.

Two of the most dangerous
characters in the west.

Stop it! Stop it, red! Stop it!

Let her go.

They tell me that you're
marrying him. Why?

What do you see in this barfly?

I've loved him.

I've always loved him.
Can't you understand that?

I love him. All
right, use the razor.

No!

Now, are you gonna
sign high devil over to me?

(Voice quivering) Yes. Yes.

All right, get the
pen and ink, darling.

Don't do it, jez.

I want a nice,
steady hand on it.

The pen.

(Scribbling)

Dump that in our buckboard.

Tell Calhoun to deal with me...

Darling, if you should...

If you stir him up, well,

it'll be you who's slitting
chico's throat from ear-to-ear,

not me.

(Door closes)

(Cocking)

Oh, one shot from you,

and chico's head rolls right
straight down that gorge.

You know, Mr. Calhoun
is gonna surprise him

with a honeymoon trip to St.
Louis in his own private car.

(Knock on door)

He just rode in with
the wedding party.

Lock it.

Chico: Jez.

I want jez.

I want jez.

It's too bad, I can't let
you be my best man, chico.

One day, she'll love me the way
she loves you, even if I have to kill her.

I want jez.

Jez.

I want jez.

Whoa! Ho! Ho!

Beautiful, huh?
(Chuckling) Yeah.

I don't know what magic
you used on her, Mr. Calhoun,

but there isn't a
line in the country

that wouldn't give a
fortune to be in your shoes.

It's no magic, Mr. Wilson.

Ms. Santeen just happens to
favor the bps&d, as simple as that.

Well, there's nothing
simple about almost

having a railroad
company collapse

just because of a shortcut.

You owe the life of
your line to that woman,

no matter how many
husbands she's killed.

Oh, by the way, she isn't, uh...

No, no. Of course not.

She's in love. (Chuckles)

She hasn't got any
time for gunplay.

Hello, jez.

Hello, Ben.

Prettiest bride I've ever seen.

The deal's off.

I've heard of prenuptial
jitters before, but...

Do you think we could find
another subject to joke about?

It's no joke, Ben.

I can't give you right of way.

What happened?

I'm changing my mind.

I'm sorry, Ben.

Where's chico?

Gone.

I'm not marrying him.

Why?

I changed my mind.

So have I, Calhoun.

Shut up.

I've sold the right of way.

To who?

Red vitel.

Looking for Mr. Vitel?

(Knocking at door)

Show him in.

I know three railroad
speculators right now

that would set me up for
life for clearance to high devil.

Make an offer.

I'll give you $2500, in cash.

$7500 in four equal payments
over a period of a year.

(Sniggers) Forget high devil.

How much do you want?

$25,000 in cash.

And, uh,

fifty percent of the bps&d.

You're out of your mind.

You wanna shoot pool or guns?

How'd you get that right of way?

You meet my
terms, and I'll tell you.

Ben: There's not a railroad in this
country that will meet those terms.

Red: Oh, I'll find one.
And you know why?

Because railroads are the
future of this country, Mr. Calhoun.

Now, the water is over your
boiler, and we both know it.

But I'll give you a chance
while you're drowning.

Here. Take a look at that.

Now, I don't want to see you
go bust over a piece of paper,

so I'll play you
for your railroad.

Maybe I'll win the
bps&d the way you did.

Maybe I won't.

If I win it, I own it
lock, stock, and wheels.

If you win, you get the right
of way to high devil for $1.

All right.

Eight ball.

I break.

I take the solids.

(Gun cocking)

(Gunshot)

(Gunshot)

(Train horn blaring)

Jez: Oh, barnabas, you should
have waited 'til chico was presentable

to take this picture.

Well, a wedding picture has
got to be taken at the wedding,

or it just ain't
official. (Cork pops)

A couple of days, his face
will be as good as new, jez.

Then, the most
beautiful bride in St. Louis

can introduce her
brand-new husband.

Dave: Oh, Ben. And I'm gonna
tell you boys something right now.

Now, there's a whole lot more to
building a railroad than just laying track.

Mr. Calhoun...

To next year,

when Ben lays tracks smack in
the pacific by way of high devil!

All: To the high devil!

What's the matter
with you, barnabas?

Well, honeymooners are supposed
to be alone on their first night.

I'll drink to that.

Well, I've arranged for all
three of us to sleep up in the cab.

So did I. So did I!

To the honeymooners.

(Toots)

(Theme music playing)