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Beau, may I steal your fiancé for this next set?

How can I refuse our host?

- Christina? - Mr. Brox.

- Mrs. Russo, no partner? - I have this dance with Justin Brox.

He's stolen my Christina, so may I reply in kind?

I'd be delighted.

Forget the money.

What more could a man ask for, Mrs. Russo?

Delightful dance set, finest wine.

And a vintage partner. What shall we drink to?

- Well, let's see. Why not... - May I propose the toast?

- Please do. - To our Glorious Union.

Perhaps this gentleman didn't hear me.

I heard you.

But I'm afraid I dropped my glass.

Madam.

Leaving so soon?

I had hoped to be able to stay long enough

to take a look at your famous thoroughbreds, Mr. Brox.

Well, I'm afraid you're a little too late, sir.

I've sold all of my stock, except my Waterloo.

Oh, I see. Are you out of the horse game altogether, Mr. Brox?

Oh, merely selling out here.

In the future, I shall raise short horses.

Well, they are more practical for work than the blooded racers.

If you're, uh, traveling out west and pass the town of Dos Mesas,

- you're welcome to visit. - Ah. Good day.

I thought you said you had that hot-tempered fool under control.

Justin, I wonder what you'd do to Beau if you didn't need him.

Well, as long as I do,

an answer would be as unnecessary as your question.

They must know that the service is on to the whole thing.

Impossible, it just can't be! Nothing seems to be missing.

It's apparent that we can't use our government men from here on.

Just nothing. Now, there's $50,000 worth of gold lying there like a ripe plum,

and nothing...

You understand, of course, that the entire resources

- of Wells Fargo are at your disposal. - Yes, yes. Thank you.

- I just don't understand it, sir. - What is it, Matthew?

Nothing seems to be missing. Why the raid if they didn't want to steal the gold?

If you had examined the manifest more carefully,

you would have observed item four, page ten.

Page ten, item four.

Casket 7.3?

He's destroying the evidence of the theft.

- What theft? - What...? This raid.

- Matthew, do you value your job? - Why, yes, sir.

Good. As you can see, there has been no raid.

No raid...

For the sake of your sanity, and your life,

tell no one of your ridiculous dream.

Dream? Sir, this is nothing short of a nightmare.

Nightmare. Horses!

A capital idea!

Morning, Jeb.

You slippery, side-winding sea serpent!

- That hunk of junk come with the house! - -It's mine!

You ain't getting nothing but what you signed for!

I signed for the whole darn kit and caboodle!

Including that! And you know what them words is? Final!

You're a dirty, old, conniving, belly-crawling...

- Good morning. - Morning.

- Welcome to your new home. - Some welcome.

Uh, meet Ovie, Jim.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

She's the one that sold us the house,

- the land, and... - Oh, my goodness.

My goodness! I better get Tina.

And the stove!

Tina?

- Tina! - Yes, Mother.

Tina!

- Yes, Mother! - Oh.

Ain't she a sight. Real lady.

- Just like her ma. - Oh, hush, Jeb.

I was just picking these flowers for... Mr. Hardie.

Put up, doggone you. This is Mr. Hardie.

The one you fixed the house up so pretty for.

You're Mr. Hardie?

I didn't know if it... that you...

You must be Tina, from what I hear.

- Yes. Yes, I am. - Pleased to meet you.

School teacher. That's what she is.

How's that for making education interesting, huh?

Oh, Mother.

Well, now you tell me, flat you, Mr. Hardie.

You think I can trust you with this straight-thinking lass?

Yes. Yes, yes I think you can.

Well, now ain't that too bad.

Mother!

Oh, you're gonna like Glory Be, Mr. Hardie.

It's the pride of the Sierras. The crossroads of Queen California.

Ovie, it's a comfort to know you're our nearest neighbor.

Especially if some Injuns decide to attack.

Well, now just for them kind words, Jebediah,

you can have my stove.

Your stove?! You ain't giving nothing away that ain't yours!

- Isn't he wonderful? - I think he is.

Well, I hope that doesn't lead to bloodshed out there over that stove.

I think he's met his match.

Oh, by now they're probably out there looking at each other

like a couple of moon-eyed calves.

Well, uh,

I guess I better be going. I have to chaperon Ovie home.

She's a real terror with menfolk.

Well, I sure wanna thank you for making everything look so pretty around here.

I hope I get to see you again.

You will.

Well, everything is looking awful nice around here, Jebediah.

You know, Ovie might not look it, but I gotta admit,

she's all female when it comes to that special homebody touch.

You should have seen her up there patching that roof.

I can imagine.

Well, you done a good job yourself, though.

Oh, nothing much. Got the corrals up.

I fetched the horses. Oh.

Take a look in the barn while I put the stove back where it belongs.

I'll do that. And after you get the stove back where it belongs,

why don't we get something to eat around here.

Well, you sure had me fooled, young lady.

Are you that Wells Fargo Mr. Hardie?

- I sure am. - Then how come you're fooled so easily?

Well, I, um, I never ran up against such a shrewd, clever hat grabber before.

You don't know it, but you just met the hat-grabbingest of them all.

The notorious Mary Gee!

Well, I'm certainly pleased to meet you, Mary Gee.

- You're nice. - Thank you. I think you're nice too.

- How do you like our barn? - Our barn?

Well, Mama sold it to you. I'm Ovie's little girl.

Oh, I see. Well... Well, in that case,

I'm gonna take very, very good care of our barn.

Do you really capture all those outlaws like Jeb says?

Has Jeb been telling you tall tales?

Bet it was a lot of trouble anyway.

It was a good deal of trouble. But not nearly as much trouble

as trying to capture the notorious Mary Gee, the hat grabber.

Thank you.

Well... I'll be right back.

Well, Mr. Nichols, didn't expect to see you

the eastern head of Wells Fargo out here.

Nice place you got here, Jim.

Well, thank you. Needs a little rain.

I intend to spend my four months off

looking for breeding stock to put on it.

Well, that's fine. Nothing wrong with killing

two birds with one stone, so to speak.

I don't follow you. What's your point?

Well, we want you to look for breeding stock, Jim.

But Mr., uh, Mr. Jones here in the carriage will explain everything.

Mr. Hardie. Our friend might have indicated that I am Mr. Smith.

Your friend indicated you were Mr. Jones.

Well, there's only one name that's important to me.

- Justin Brox. You know it? - Brox Horse Farm in Louisiana?

They raise the greatest horses in the country, Mr...

- Smith. - Jones.

Justin Brox is breeding something else besides horses.

A scheme, Mr. Hardie, that could very well bring this Union to its knees.

General Lee couldn't do it with an army, Mr... whatever your name is.

How could Justin Brox, who's only one man, ever hope to do it?

Not with force of arms. But with this.

A thousand dollar 7.3 bond.

Wells Fargo's got a fortune invested in them.

Why, every spare dollar in the country's buying those bonds.

Speculate for yourself, Mr. Hardie.

Ask yourself what might happen

if our treasury was suddenly faced

with cashing 50 or 100 times as many bonds as we're actually issued.

Perfect counterfeits, copies,

that could not be detected until it was too late.

Yes, Mr. Hardie. A bankrupt nation

brought to its knees by Justin Brox.

I would feel safer if we were moving.

Major, bring Mr. Hardie's horse.

Justin Brox led a daring skill special group during the war.

After the surrender, one of his men joined the Federal Printing Office.

It was he who slipped a thin lead plate through the press

during the run-off of the thousand dollar bond issue.

A perfect impression from which exact steel engravings could be made.

He then shipped it in a strong metal container to the south.

By a Wells Fargo packet, Casket 7.3.

Why didn't you just take the plate?

The only way to stop Justin Brox once and for all

is to catch him with the absolute evidence.

That is why we tried to shadow the casket to its ultimate destination.

I must admit, I'm afraid we made a grave mistake.

'Cause Justin Brox was smart enough

to intercept it while it was in transit, is that it?

Exactly, Mr. Hardie.

We have maintained absolute secrecy over this,

and we must continue to do so.

You understand that if any word gets out, even a rumor,

there might be a run on the banks to cash in the bonds.

That would mean absolute disaster.

The confidence in this government bond issue cannot be shaken at any cost.

- It's up to you, Mr. Hardie. - Up to me? Why me?

There is a town, Dos Mesas, along the Bravo border.

Justin Brox intends to go into the horse game there.

- Half horses, I think you call them. - Huh... churros.

Well, he intends to operate from there.

You must go to Dos Mesas, get Justin Brox and the plate.

- And what if I should fail? - You won't, Mr. Hardie.

You were selected for two reasons:

First, because you are a horseman.

Second, we checked your Wells Fargo record

and found that you had never failed.

There's got to be a first time for everybody.

- What if this is it? - I shall weep for you at your funeral.

Well, it's nice to know you're not without sentiment, Mr., uh...

- Brown. Will that do? - Mr. Brown.

Good day.

It's not much like what we left behind, is it?

Well, Beau, we're... We're together, and...

That's good enough for me.

We don't have to wait, Chris. We could go to

Dos Mesas. We could get married today, now.

No, now, Beau, that's impossible. We must do as Justin says.

So far, everything's gone just perfectly and, well,

it'd just draw undue attention to us.

Oh, why risk everything we believe in?

Our one chance of winning against the north, just for a few more days?

You love me, Chris?

All right, I'll wait.

But just till the plate is finished.

Oh, and I'll be there watching the first bonds

running off the press.

And then...

Ah!

Thought I told you not to give him any trouble.

Justin, I can't stand the sight of him!

But I need him to make the engravings.

Do you want everything to blow up in our faces because of that hot-head's temper?

He wants to marry me.

Well, then, marry him.

Marry him.

You...

Just what kind of a woman do you think I am?

You're my kind, Christina.

You only want what you can't have.

Now, then...

You go to Dos Mesas.

I want a report on everybody who gets off that train.

Hm?

Hey, that's quite a horse.

Are you Justin Brox?

Mm. Sound chest.

Plenty of drive in those legs.

My name's Jim Hardie.

Fine head.

Only horse I've ever seen come close to Waterloo.

- You ever race? - Yes, he runs when he has to.

Beau?

Well, what are we waiting for?

Beau McCloud, Mr. Hardie. A pleasure to know you. Nice race.

Yeah, thank you, that's a nice horse you riding.

How much, Mr. Hardie? Name your price.

Jute? I'm on a buying trip, Mr. Brox.

Well, I have a few for sale.

Drop back at the house, have some supper. Be my guest.

I'm sure they represent some great horses.

They do. But they're just memories, Mr. Hardie.

Just memories. Brandy?

Thank you.

It's time to rebuild. The south must forget about the past.

Create its own future.

There are some traditions worth saving, Mr. Hardie.

Beau here served with me under that flag.

I was a sergeant. It was a small, specialized unit.

And Beau was, well, my artist.

Chris, where have you been all day?

In that filthy town.

Justin insisted I keep lookout at the station for, uh,

prospective horse buyers.

My fiancé, Mr. Hardie.

Oh, well, now Jim and I are old friends.

You bet. Ever since I stepped off the train,

she told me how to find your place.

I see.

Well, if, uh, you gentlemen will excuse me,

I think I'll freshen up a little bit.

I'm afraid what I told your fiancé made quite an impression on her, Beau.

Actually, I'm on four months leave from my regular job.

- Oh? - I'm a special agent for Wells Fargo.

Well, you must find that

very interesting, Mr. Hardie.

Yeah. Sometimes it gets

a little too interesting for my taste.

Well, I do have some book-work to do.

Help yourself to the brandy. Make yourself right at home.

Thank you.

So you...

You served with him, did you, Beau?

The Ghosts of Justin Brox, that's what they called us, Mr. Hardie.

Sergeant Brox is a legend.

A real hero to our southern cause.

We were guerrillas operating behind enemy lines.

And what was an artist doing with an outfit like that?

Well, there were thousands of Union soldiers

who were pretty demoralized when they found their pay was worthless.

Yeah. I bet they were.

Were you in the war, Mr. Hardie?

- Yes, I was. - And which was your side?

The side I was on is unimportant.

The war is over now. Today it's all one nation again.

Of course. You probably don't know what it means

to believe in something so strongly that it must rise again,

- like a phoenix reborn. - The rebel cause?

The rebel cause will live forever, as long as Justin Brox is alive.

Sergeant Justin Brox.

There was a man in France that was just a corporal.

- He rose to power. - That's right, he did.

And he died in exile. But not until he brought his country to its knees.

General Robert E. Lee had an army behind him.

Still, he shook hands at Appomattox.

Now, what could Justin Brox possibly have

that makes him any different?

Are you a Bible man, Mr. Hardie?

- Yes, I am. - All of Israel was lost.

Until David went after the Philistines with nothing but a slingshot.

That's right. He did.

And in the end, all David really craved was Bathsheba, wasn't it?

It's getting late. I... think I'll turn in.

Good night, Beau.

Sending him down here without warning,

what kind of a...

Justin, he's interested in horses, not plates.

You little fool. Do you think this is some kind of a ridiculous game?

- Our entire cause is at stake! - Now, who do you think you're talking to?

The only cause you're fighting for is money and the power it can bring us!

Us, Christina?

Us, Justin.

Just as long as you need me to control Beau.

Be warned, Christina.

Now you stay in line.

You make me believe you're trying to make a deal with Hardie,

just one slip, and that slip can be very, very permanent.

Everything has its price.

Has it? What are you asking for Waterloo?

Touché, Mr. Hardie, I can see where Jubilee is your Waterloo.

Yeah.

Well, I'm sure that, uh, Chris won't mind showing you around.

Good day.

- It's a nice morning. - Is it?

Well, I thought it was.

I don't have any feelings, Mr. Hardie.

Everybody has feelings, one way or another.

Love, hate, indifference.

The only thing I have feelings for is money.

Oh, I see.

Well, money is not something that you can get for nothing, you know.

Well now, supposing I could

get something that Justin has.

It's the only thing he needs and, uh, you want.

I'd be willing to pay for it.

Would it be worth $25,000?

It might be.

I have to think about it.

You've come this far. Go the rest of the way.

You know, I'm beginning to like you, Jim.

And I'd like to give you a warning.

Don't go into those hills up ahead, it's dangerous.

Did Justin Brox tell you to warn me to make sure I would go?

Well... Mr. Hardie.

Delighted to see you.

Come on in. Have a look around.

You don't mind my looking around?

Why should I?

Mine's on my property. You're my guest.

Must have been abandoned about ten years ago

'cause the silver vein ran out about right there.

Now, this, uh, section I've been chipping on,

see those flecks, striations? Silver.

Now, doesn't that prove the vein starts again right there?

Well, I don't know about that, Mr. Brox.

I'm not that much of a miner.

But I'm quite sure that's not why you had me lured in here.

Well now, Mr. Hardie, do you think that I would have Christina lure you down here?

Well, I'm afraid you've caught me, sir.

Well, then why don't we get to the point?

Well, the point is... Jubilee.

How's this for a deal, man?

Half-interest in this mine for Jubilee.

Well, no sale there.

Mr. Hardie, I'm gonna make a lot of money down here.

Tell you, why don't we talk it over at suppertime?

I thank you for your invitation,

but I'm afraid I can't accept.

I got a room back in town. I'll need a clean shirt.

Again, I wanna thank you for your hospitality.

Good day.

How does it look?

It's almost perfect.

A few lines right there need to be cleaned up,

shouldn't take too long.

Have you found out anything, Mr. Hardie?

Not anything for sure.

Clever man, Justin Brox.

Yes, he is.

However, he might have been a little too clever this time.

He took great pains to show me an abandoned mine

just to prove to me there was nothing there.

- If there was nothing there. - There has to be.

I noticed the tracks as I came out, with no rust on them.

One ore truck making one run couldn't have done that.

It had to be many runs, each time with a heavy load.

- Like paper and a press? - Exactly.

That must be it.

We haven't very much time, Mr. Hardie.

They probably made that plate and are running the press right now.

What do you need? Name it.

I need enough men to go up there and take that mine.

Can you guarantee me that the plate is there

and that we'll get it and Justin Brox together?

Well, I can't guarantee that, no.

Then you must go it alone, without any help from outside.

I can't risk anyone else knowing about it unless we're sure.

Other than that, anything?

All right.

Give me $30,000 in cash. It's not for me.

It's for the girl.

She knows where the plate is.

Right now, she's scared. She doesn't trust Justin Brox anymore.

Offer her $20,000 and settle for 25.

A matter of policy, you know.

Yes, I know. Matter of fact, it's what I figured.

How about the boy, Beau McCloud?

Right now, the only way you can get to him is shake his faith in Justin Brox.

At this point, there's no chance of that.

Perhaps this will help.

Are you sure about this?

Not sure, Mr. Hardie.

Positive.

Mr. Hardie, I've made up my mind. Did you get the money?

I got what I needed. Did you get the plate?

There's one guard at the mine. You should be able to get by him easy enough.

And I left Justin and Beau at the ranch. If we hurry, I think we can make it.

How do I know the plate's at the mine?

You don't trust me, do you?

Not as long as that plate's worth a good deal more

than you're asking to deliver it.

- You could just be using me. - Well, it looks like

you're just gonna have to wait and find out.

Throw down your gun!

Drop it.

It's been a long time since anybody was able to get the drop on me, Beau.

The training I got from Sergeant Brox.

Did he also train you how to kill in cold blood?

Only for a cause, Mr. Hardie.

Did you ever get to thinking there might not be any cause,

except Justin Brox's own personal cause, of course?

What do you mean?

I think you're sincere in what you believe in.

But I also think that Justin Brox and Christine are in for just thing,

- and one thing only, and that's money. - That's a lie.

Is it? Then how come she's up there right now

trying to get her hands on the plates?

- Why should she be? - 'Cause I offered her a lot

of money to get ahold of them.

Well, what's it gonna be?

Let's go.

Justin...

Justin, ...

No, Justin.

That's nice work, Beau.

Maybe I'll get Jubilee after all.

- Where's Chris? - Why don't you ask Mr. Hardie here?

She went out to make a deal with him.

I say she's here someplace.

And I know she's not.

In that case, you wouldn't mind us looking around, would you?

- That's far enough. - Hold it.

Well, it's up to you now, Beau.

Well, I guess he's right, Beau.

Now, you just think about it.

My men are ready to pass those bonds out

in every city in this world.

Ready to do their job if you do yours.

I've done mine, Justin.

-Then all we have to do is crank that machine

and turn out 250 million dollars worth of power.

Power? Whatever happened to that great and glorious cause you've been talking about?

You think about it, Beau.

Think what it'll be like when we win.

You'll be standing alongside of Sergeant Justin Brox.

And Christina? Where will she be?

Forget about her, boy! You wanna lose the chance

to win the world because of a woman trying to make a fool out of you?

He's right. She did make a fool out of you.

But because of him. They both made a fool out of you.

- And I can prove it. - Beau, you know what Waterloo means to me.

I'll bet you my horse that he can't prove it.

Well, it looks like you just won a horse, boy.

This is the official document.

I didn't wanna show it to you unless I had to.

Now I've got no choice.

She's been Mrs. Justin Brox for quite some time now.

Now you try to understand, Beau.

Now, we had to lead you on. Our cause is worth the sacrifice of everything.

- Even honor? - Even your wife.

I told you, I don't know where Christina is.

Why don't we call her? Or won't she ever answer again?

No escort? No patrol?

You know, Mr. Hardie,

if that plate got into the wrong hands,

it could be a terrible temptation.

Yes.

Yes, it could.

About a hundred million dollars worth of temptation, I'd say.

Very well. Tempt me.

Not just yet.

First let's talk about Beau McCloud.

He will have to pay the penalty

for making that counterfeit plate.

Now, which plate are you talking about?

The one that was stolen off the packet boat in Louisiana?

Yes, you're right.

There was no raid.

Therefore, nothing was stolen.

So doesn't it follow then

that there couldn't possibly be a counterfeit plate?

It follows.

Now, will you hand over that exquisitely nonexistent plate?

It's ruined. Did you do that?

Yes, I did.

A wise precaution?

Or did you guess that every man had his price?

I shall never know

whether I actually had found my own.

Well...

Perhaps it's just as well that way, Mr...

Prescott.

Alexander Prescott?

Yes. Alexander Prescott is my name.

Good day, sir.

There are times when I could use a man like you, Beau.

On my side.

You mean you'd like me to go to work for you?

Maybe not for me. With me.

Of course, it may not be the kind of cause

that inspires a young hot head like yourself.

Working for Wells Fargo, it's just the simple right and wrong of it.

If you'd be willing to give me a chance, I...

Yeah, a shame to miss an opportunity

to race some fine horses from a good one like old Waterloo there.

Sure would.

Guess we could do some talking about it,

if Waterloo and I lived somewhere near you.

Yeah, we could.

And I need the chance, Mr. Hardie.

All right. We'll see.

Let's try.