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(Train whistle blowing)

(Theme music playing)

Billy Joe, look at those trees.

I've never seen such scenery.

To a cattle man, they're
just so many places

your cow can't graze.

Uh, we'll be starting
uphill pretty soon.

Then you'll really
see some sights.

Do we have a choice

between the scenic
route and the short route?

Tsk. Billy Joel's not much
of a traveler, Mr. Calhoun,

but I've enjoyed every mile.

I'm glad.

Transportation's
improved a good deal

since I first came
to this territory.

And it was improved then

over the time when
your father came.

I've heard the story
more than once.

How my daddy carved his ranch

out of a solid wall of Indians.

He did too.

Your daddy's a fine man.

Plus been a good friend.

He also ships a lot of cattle
on this line, doesn't he?

How about some mint
juleps to brighten up the trip?

Yes, thank you.

Well, your drinks look as
refreshing as your smile, Julie.

Thank you, Ben. Hmm.

Well, as my daddy always
said, "waste not, want not."

Here's to your happiness.

(Train whistle blows)

Now what?

It's just a water
stop. Won't take long.

Tell me. How did you
and miss Lewis meet?

Oh, in St. Louis
during the fair.

Daddy sent me there to see
some of those new aberdeen blacks.

He wants me to feel like I'm
doing something worthwhile.

'Course, we both know I'm no
great shakes as a cattle buyer.

But I do consider myself a
connoisseur of good whiskey.

And pretty ladies.

Even for a man
of my tender years.

And when I saw Eve step down
from a carriage in front of the palace,

I said, "Billy Joe,

"you go home without that,

"you have passed up the
finest exhibit at this fair."

(Chuckles softly)
(Knocking on the door)

Come in.

Mr. Calhoun, could I
see you outside, sir?

Excuse me.

Now, what's your trouble?

Well, look, she's
dry as a cinder.

There don't seem to be
no water feedin' into it.

Either that spring's dried
up or the line's busted.

How much water you got left?

Well...

We might be able to
get halfway up the grade,

but I think we're
better off here.

Isn't that old spur to glory
just about a mile up the road?

Yeah, but, uh, do you think
we could get water up there?

I don't know.

They must have drank somethin'
up there besides whiskey.

(Laughs) Yeah.

Let's try for that. Okay.

Take it slow, and
keep your eyes open.

Now, we haven't used
that spur in a long time.

Yes, sir.

Let's go, Sam.

(Train whistle blows)

(Train chugging)

Well, we shouldn't
be in glory too long.

Just as soon as we get the
tank filled up, we'll be on our way.

Oh, I don't mind.

I find this all very exciting.

(Bottle uncorking)

Uh, that Brandy is bottled
especially for Mr. Calhoun.

I'm sure you'll
enjoy it. Excuse me.

Oh, Mr. Calhoun extended
the courtesy of this car to us,

he wouldn't want his guests
to go thirsty, now, would he?

Do you think I drink too much?

(Sighs coyly) I reserve
comment on that until

after we're married.

I hope your family
likes me, Billy Joe.

I like you. They'll like you.

Getting married though...

Papa just might
insist I go to work.

Would that be so bad?

Next stop, glory.

Is there a saloon in town?

It's a water stop,
I'm afraid, Billy.

(Sighs) Well!

I, uh, didn't exactly
expect a brass band,

but I did think the train's
maiden voyage into glory,

there might be a dog
out here barking at us.

I wouldn't imagine
there's anybody left.

The mine's played out, there
wasn't anything here to hold anyone.

It's sad to see a
town die like this.

Ben: Don't feel
too bad for glory.

It didn't have a long life,

but boy, it was a
ripsnorter while it was goin'.

Hello! (Voice echoes)

Anybody here? (Voice echoes)

Try your whistle once, bill.

(Train whistle blows)

(Sighs)

Guess they finally
gave up the ghost.

Julie: The town was aptly
misnamed, there isn't much glory here.

(Chuckles)

I suppose they ran
out of gold and people,

doesn't necessarily mean
that they ran out of water.

Come on. Let's go to see.

Well, I'll stay here.

Somebody's got
to watch this bottle.

Oh, please, Billy Joe.

I've never seen
anything like this.

I can tell you
what it is right now.

General store.

A fire house.

Three saloons.

Ladies aren't
allowed in the saloons.

Well, we could browse
through the general store.

Please.

Eerie, all these
buildings and no people.

Hey. Looky here. Hey!

You saw, you got water.

Ben.

What's the matter?

I don't know, I have a feeling
like... Like someone's watching us.

(Suspenseful music playing)

(Theme music playing)

Let's take the water
and get out of here.

If there is someone here,
you can leave 'em a note.

Gotta find somethin'
to carry it in.

(Suspenseful music playing)

(Church bell tolling)

It's not even Sunday.

They must figure
us for real sinners.

No one in there.

Who was ringing the bell?

It might have been the wind.

You all go back to the car now.

What's the matter, Ben?

I didn't say anything was the
matter, just go back to the car.

(Gunshots) (Women scream)

(Gunshots)

Who would want to shoot at us?

I don't know.

Possibly some old miner.

Thinks we're trying
to jump his claim.

(Wind howling)

Well, whoever it was,
they've stopped shooting.

Whoever it was didn't want to
kill us or we'd be dead by now.

(Guitar playing)

Good afternoon, Mr. Calhoun.

Welcome, sir.

Welcome to glory.

Was that reception your idea?

De nada. De nada.

We don't get many
visitors to glory these days.

Especially such a
distinguished one, shall we say.

You seem to have
me at a disadvantage.

Victor lamphier.

And you know who I am?

Oh, come, sir,
you're too modest.

Everyone knows Ben
Calhoun of the b.P.S & d.

Come in. Come in.

I've been saving
this table just for you.

Oh, I do hope that rifle fire
didn't frighten you, ladies.

I... I just wanted to make
sure nobody left town.

You got a real strong promotional
campaign goin' on here, I'll hand you that.

Who is he?

I have no idea.

Who are you? What
are you doing here?

Waiting.

Waiting for what?
What do you do?

My occupations vary.

Occasionally, I Rob a bank.

Or, if there's a ready
market, I rustle cattle.

But that's very
hard work and, uh,

you'd be surprised how
little profit there is in it.

Uh, trains.

Trains are always a challenge.

Mmm.

Yes, I imagine it would be.

Unless of course, uh,

it dropped on your doorstep.

Now, don't be
embarrassed, Mr. Calhoun.

Your behavior under
the circumstances

was quite logical.

Mr. Calhoun, what's happening?

Well, obviously that water tank

didn't just happen to be dry.

It was all part of a plan,

hoping that we would do
just exactly what we did do.

Well, why don't we just leave?

(Gunshot) (Shrieks)

That's why.

My good right hand, Miguel.

And there are two others.

Dink.

And pops.

There are more, but, uh,

they're occupied
just at the moment.

Before you break your arm
patting yourself on your back,

I think it's only... Hmm.

Fair that I tell you there's
nothing on that train

worth stealing.

Well, I can't agree with
you there, Mr. Calhoun.

Right now, I'm looking
at a half million dollars.

(Telegraph clacking)

It's from Duncan's mill,

the train passed through
there on schedule. Dave: Hmm.

But it didn't turn off
at Atkinson's forge.

Now, that means it's
gotta be somewhere

between Duncan's
mill and scalplock.

Right? Right.

Well, it probably stalled.

Right? Right.

I mean, maybe it
had engine trouble

or could have been the hot box.

Maybe they ran out of water.

No, there's a water tank

between here and Duncan's mill.

Yeah, but Ben would have made
that stop then continued on here.

There weren't any
more scheduled stops

between that tank and here.

But since the train
didn't get here,

I think we ought to go there.

Right?

Right. Yeah.

(Suspenseful music playing)

Just try not to
think about it, dink.

The young lady is promised
to Mr. Scoffeld here, remember.

You better keep a closer watch

on your property, Mr. Scoffeld.

I can't vouch for the characters
of the men around me.

Yes, indeed, dink.

We not only have
us a money pool,

but a couple of eyefuls as well.

Or do you have first claim on the
young lady's charms, Mr. Calhoun?

I've tried never to hijack my
way into a lady's affections.

To your old daddy and his money.

(Sighs)

To tell you the honest truth,
my daddy said more than once

I'm not worth a plug nickel.

And he'd be glad
to be shed of me.

Somehow I don't see him
laying out a half a million dollars

just to get me back.

And I would have gone to
a lot of trouble for nothing.

Maybe you could change it to...

10,000 or something
more reasonable.

You're too modest, Billy Joe.

Besides, the figure's
already been set and, uh,

daddy has his instructions.

I've given him 48
hours to scratch it up.

Seems you've taken an
awful lot for granted, lamphier.

Not only the money
but the train as well.

Oh, I pride myself
on being thorough.

Since I saw to it that you
couldn't get water from one place,

I knew you had to
get it somewhere else.

Where else could you go?
And right on schedule, too.

Schedules have
been upset before.

Oh, you're expecting someone.

(Cackling)

Well, I can just hear the wheels

turning in your
head, Mr. Calhoun.

Yes, you're figuring
that when your train

doesn't show up in scalplock,

the good folks will
start scurrying around

like chickens in a proverbial
hailstorm looking for it.

And that sooner or later,

they'll follow the tracks
up here looking for it.

And you know what they'll
find when they get here?

Nothing.

(Dramatic suspenseful
music playing)

Absolutely nothing.

Hmm. (Snickers)

It'd be a little difficult making an
80-ton train disappear, wouldn't it?

I expected you to say that.

Because, you know, that's
just exactly what's happened.

Right down to the last

flower bud in that
teakwood car of yours.

(Neighs)

Dry. Bone dry.

That's never happened before.

And our train's never
been this late before, either.

Barnabas: Find somethin'?
Dave: Yeah, cinders.

Well, that proves
the train was here.

And recently.

The wind hasn't had a
chance to blow them away.

Well, if the train
couldn't get water

and we know it didn't
backtrack to Duncan's mill,

where'd it go from here?

I don't know.

But it has to follow the tracks,

and that's what we'll do.

(Laughs loudly)

Well, aren't you
gonna say anything?

Where's that fireman
and engineer?

Oh, you mustn't
worry about them.

They've got fewer
worries than any of us.

If you killed them, i'm
gonna see you hanged.

Mr. Calhoun.

There's a rope waiting
somewhere for every man Jack of us.

And nobody's worried
about hanging twice.

You'd do well to remember that.

(Dramatic music playing)

It took the old spur, barnabas.

How do you know?

Well, that tracks are clear.

These rust flakes were
dislodged from the old tracks.

Where's that spur lead to?

An old mining town named
glory. It's about a mile up.

Well, there's one consolation.

At least we know the
train hasn't left the tracks.

So far.

Let's go.

No appetite, Mr. Calhoun?

Something seems
to have spoiled it.

(Snickers)

Well, I suppose it's some time

since you had a
supper of salt pork.

I can't even remember when.

Then I always enjoy dinner in

pleasant surroundings with

pleasant people.

And not having to change
my fork for a six-gun

every time a twig
snaps behind my back.

Uh, Mr. Lamphier.

Mr. Lamphier,
weren't there people

still living in this town?

Oh.

A couple of old coots,
but they couldn't, uh...

They couldn't take orders.

It probably comes from
living alone so much,

wouldn't you say?

Well, Mr. Calhoun, have you, uh,

figured out yet what
happened to your train?

No.

Been too busy trying to figure out
what's gonna happen to all of us.

Oh, you mean I
haven't explained that?

Why, you'll all stay
here as my guests until

Billy Joe's daddy drops
off the money at wolf point.

Then, well, uh,

then I guess we'll just
go our separate ways.

Me a little richer
and you a little wiser.

And suppose he can't
raise a half a million dollars?

Oh, now, now, let's not, uh,

let's not ruin dinner
thinking about that.

Lamphier: More
coffee, Billy Joe?

No, thank you. (Sighing)

This'll do just fine.

(Wind howling)

There'll be plenty of
signs if the train left a track.

Now let's go.

Whoa, whoa.

How many? Two.

They're pretty close.

Now remember,

they leave here as dumb as
they came in or they don't leave.

Everybody up.

Dink, herd 'em in there.

No train in sight.

Every engine track this side of
Duncan's mill has been covered.

Now, let's see if we
can rouse somebody

or there's somebody to rouse.

(Clattering)

Lamphier: Dink, keep 'em quiet.

First one scratches
his ear wrong,

blow Billy Joe's head off.

He brings just as
much dead as kicking.

Everybody got that?

You've made your point.
You're very sensible.

Pops, you come with me.
Dink, keep that rifle ready.

Give me that bottle.

You don't find any
answers out of a bottle.

(Smirks)

But next time you're thinking of
offering me a ride in your private car,

don't bother.

Come on, git.

You too.

Dave: Evenin'. Good evenin'.

My name's tarrant. This
is, uh, barnabas Rogers.

We don't, uh, get
many callers up here.

You fellows lost or something?

(Sighs) No, uh...

A train might be, though.

See, I wonder if we might
back up to your fire a spell.

In the dinin' room.

All right. There
she is. Step right up.

Now, what's all
this about a train?

Well, it's overdue
in scalplock. We, uh,

thought it might
have come up here.

No. Pops?

I'm sure we'd have seen it. That'd
be a big event in this town. (Chuckles)

You're the only people up here?

Yeah, just me and pops.

Everybody else come to their
senses and move down the hill.

Ah, we're just too stubborn
for own good, pops.

You know, every mornin'
we wake up and we think,

"by jingoes, this is gonna be it, today we're
gonna find ourselves another glory hole!"

Yeah, I guess between us, pops, we've
covered about every foot of this mountain.

Lamphier: And you
know, the trouble is,

most of the big
strikes you hear about?

Well, they come
about by accident.

Some dang fool drops his pick or
his mule stumbles and there's color!

(Chuckles) I sure wish
it would happen to us.

You ain't never seen a
rifle like that afore, boy?

We don't usually see 'em cocked.

Barnabas: If that fell
down it could go off.

Lamphier: Oh, that's
a rat exterminator.

You know, when them big
fellas stick their heads up,

you've gotta be ready
for 'em right now!

Well, we, uh,
best be gettin' on.

Thanks for the use of your fire.

Well, I'm sorry you
can't take it with ya.

And if I see a train runnin' around lost
anywhere, I'll sure send it right on home.

Thanks a lot.

Lamphier: Best let your horses
find their own way down that hill.

It gets pretty black in
that canyon in the night.

Thanks.

They're miners.

Dave: We won't make, uh,

pretty good time going back. It'll
be sunup before we get to scalplock.

They're no more miners
than we are, barnabas.

You see their clothes? Neither one
of 'em has done a day's work in years.

What are they, then?

Train robbers, for one thing. That was
Ben's special Brandy at the end of the bar.

If Mr. Calhoun's here,
where's the train?

Couldn't sprout wings.

I don't know, but there's gotta be
some answers in that hotel. Come on.

If I'm not back in 20 minutes,
get a posse from scalplock.

(Suspenseful music playing)

Buenas noches, senor.

If you would like to stay here,
please check in at the desk.

Go.

All right, inside!

Then I said, "but if I see a lost
train running around anywhere,

"I'll sure send it
right on home."

(Laughs loudly) (Door slams)

They were prowling around.

What'd you expect to find?

Billy Joe,

you forget this?

He took it from me.

Pops, over here.

Miguel, it's time. You better leave
and pick up the money. All right.

You're wasting your time. I
told you my daddy won't pay.

If daddy doesn't pay...

You'll kill us all.

Oh, I've taken the
possibility of non-payment,

however remote,
into consideration.

Your train gets us
there, Mr. Calhoun.

Lamphier: We'll all take
a nice, long ride together.

Hostages.

Until I get where I'm going.

Then you'll all be corpses.

I wonder why you
left this, Mr. Calhoun.

"Bon friar Brandy. Expressly
bottled for Ben Calhoun,

"president b.P.S & d scalplock."

Lamphier: My, you do live well.

Special brand,

well-tailored clothes,

beautiful woman.

My, if I lived like that, you know,
that just might go to my head.

And I've got a hunch it'd go to your head a
little faster than it would anyone else's.

Now, it appears

I'm gonna have to put
you folks up for the night.

Any further abuse
of my hospitality,

and this bottle will
go to your head.

(Suspenseful music playing)

Ah, it won't be long, dink,

we'll be getting shaved in a
barber shop or some big, fancy hotel.

Maybe New Orleans, huh?

(Chuckles)

Lamphier: Have you been to New
Orleans, Mr. Calhoun? Many times.

Oh, that's right. I forgot.

Yeah, you're used to
the easy life, aren't you?

No, it hasn't been an easy life.

In fact, I could probably
match hard knocks with you.

The only difference between us is
that when the going got really tough,

I didn't turn to a gun.

Good for you.

Now there's a man that readily
adjusts to his environment.

You know, I had better
accommodations planned for you upstairs,

but after that stunt with the bottle,
I can't afford to take any chances.

I can imagine a man in your position
couldn't afford to trust many people.

What's to keep Miguel from
running off with all the money?

(Chuckles softly)

Oh, he's thought about it.

But he also gets a very
cold feeling right here

every time he thinks about it.

He knows I'd catch him

and cut is heart out.

We'll all know just as
soon as he gets back.

Scoffeld should have dropped
that money off about an hour ago.

What about Dave
and the boy here?

Everybody in town knew where they were
going and just what the procedure was to be.

Well, I admit they didn't
figure in my original plans,

but that's part of the
business, the unexpected.

You just have to make do.

Well,

I'll have a lot of miles
between this hole and me

before I have any
more visitors drop in.

Dink.

I'm going to check around.

If the need arises, shoot.

With my blessing.

(Sighs)

Anything happened yet?

No.

Just waiting, dear.

That's the worst part.

The worst part is that
we've run out of Brandy.

You ever tried facing a
situation without a drink?

We're gonna have
to do somethin'.

You'll get us all killed.

Wait until the money comes.

But you've been so certain
all along that your father

wasn't gonna come
up with the money.

(Sighs) Well,

I'd like to believe
that he would.

You boys get ready.

Barnabas!

Get up and stoke that
fire, it's gettin' cold in here.

You stay right where you are.

You stoke the fire, Calhoun.

(Clattering)

Dave: Hold him back.

Ben: I'll get the
rest of the guns!

Hold it!

(Gun fires)

Lamphier: Pops, capture him!
He can't get far and he ain't armed.

Dink, you haven't
got the brains.

The next one that moves,
shoot him, you understand?

Just so you won't have too much to think
about, I'll take one of these with me.

Leave her alone!

Don't push your luck.

The price is the same
for you dead as alive.

Thank you, Billy Joe.

Please don't try anything
more, he means it.

(Suspenseful music playing)

(Gun cocking)

That's right, Calhoun.

The lady's with me.

My, oh, my, isn't
that beautiful?

Ever seen anything so
downright fascinating?

(Laughing)

Easy, dink. Now, we'll all have

plenty of time to finger it.

(Chuckles)

Ah, you see, Billy Joe,

your old daddy thinks
pretty highly of you after all.

Yeah, I see it.

I didn't...

Think I meant that much to him.

It's a little late.

It's too bad you didn't think
as much of yourself as he did.

That's enough talk. We got it,

let's get out of here.

Oh, there's still a few odds
and ends to clean up, dink.

I feel I owe these good
people an explanation.

And as bad as
you hate to say it,

you're gonna
have to kill us, huh?

Oh, I don't want to
appear boastful, but, uh...

You know, I'm rather proud
of the way this has turned out.

Ended.

Why, just wouldn't be fair to
the men that helped me to, uh,

leave any loose ends.

Dink, get the girl.

Well, Mr. Calhoun,

have you figured out yet how
we got your train into the mine?

Oh, yes.

Took a section out
of the main spur,

put it on the mine's spur,
ran the train to the mine

after that.

That's good, very good.

Now, I'll put the track
back on the main line

and nobody'll be the wiser.

Then put us on the
train, blow the mine shut,

and nobody will ever know.

You know, Calhoun,
we should work together,

you know, our minds
run on the same channel.

I find that a rather
discouraging thought.

Well, this may come
as a surprise to you.

When that mine blows,

you're going to
be alive in there.

(Ominous music plays)

Pops, move 'em out.

Well, I gotta hand
it to you, Eve.

Or whatever your name is.

I really thought
you cared for me.

For the first time in
my life I thought that...

I meant something,

to somebody.

I'm sorry, Billy Joe.

I really am.

It had nothing to do
with you personally.

Why didn't you show your true
colors when we first got here?

Well, I had a...

An understanding
with Victor that,

that if the money
didn't show up or,

or if something else
went wrong, then...

Then you wouldn't be any wiser

and I could still be Mrs...

Mrs. Billy Joe
scoffeld with all the

benefits and privileges
pertaining thereto.

All right, Billy Joe.

Move along.

Victor.

Victor, do we have to?

Yes. No witnesses.

But you got what you wanted.

And I intend to keep it.

Now, don't tell me you've
gone soft on the kid.

He showed a lot more...

A lot more character
under pressure

than I ever gave him credit for.

Well, your share of
a half million dollars

will ease your conscience.

You'll get over it.

Uh, use plenty of dynamite.

I wanna see that
whole face come down.

Bring 'em in.

Lamphier: You ready
with that dynamite?

Herd 'em in the car.

I think it's very nice of you
to come down and see us off.

Oh, I give every detail
my personal attention.

Let's go.

Barnabas! Arghh!

(Punches landing)

(Men grunting)

(Grunts)

(Groans)

This way.

Hey, go down this side.

You, up.

Outside Eve: Victor.

Victor, no.

(Eve gasps)

Calhoun!

You quit or she dies.

Drop it, lamphier!

(Gunshots)

You all right, Dave? Yeah.

Barnabas.

Get these men out
there and get 'em diggin'.

If you value your
lives, you won't look up.

Billy Joe.

I know what this
sounds like, but...

I'm awful glad you're not hurt.

She means that.

She tried to stop
lamphier inside.

Yeah.

Well, maybe,

you learned somethin', too.

Dave: Come on over
here and help me dig.

Thanks, Mr. Calhoun.

The experience was
almost worth all that money.

You all right?

Yup. You?

I usually come out all right.

How are you at digging?

Well...

I'll learn.

(Theme music playing)