Breakheart Pass Page #3

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Lay down, and stay there.

Get back in your bunks.

All of you, get back in your bunks.

It'll be all right. Stay in your bunks.

Troopers, calm down. Don't panic.

- God. It's locked from the outside.

- What the hell is going on here?

Where's that brakeman?

Where's that brakeman? Open it.

It's broken. The metal

must have crystallised.

- I don't know why the brakes didn't hold.

- Sounded like a gunshot to me.

Thank God we didn't lose

the medical supplies.

- Not much good without a doctor.

- You're a doctor. Least, so you said.

- Not any more I'm not.

- Simple charity to your fellow man.

My fellow man is about to hang me.

Major, we must try for

more replacements.

Major, you have to contact the fort.

The telegraph set's in the

front of the supply wagon.

Henry, telegraph set

in the supply wagon.

Sooner or later, me and sonny

boy are gonna need some sleep.

There's nothing you can do

about that. They're dead.

So am I. Or as good as.

It wasn't your fault. You were back there

with us. Nothing you could have done.

It ain't there, sir.

- What?

- The spare telegraph set. It's gone.

Mighty glad to see you, White Hand.

You made good time.

The train?

It's comin'.

- Soldiers?

- No word yet.

Me, too, sonny boy.

Me, too.

All right. Six hours, no more.

Take a compartment in the next car.

Who's gonna watch the steam?

I think we have someone

who can take care of that.

Feed in the fuel to keep the

needle between 100 and 130.

You got any questions?

Use the wood pile on the left.

The other's no good. It's wet.

- He says they didn't wreck the troop cars.

- Son of a b*tch.

He ain't done yet, Jebbo.

Hawkins, ask him what time

he gets to Breakheart Pass.

Then tell him to stop the

train when he gets there.

We'll have to get rid

of those soldiers.

White Hand's gonna have to work

a mite harder than he figured.

It's about time. It's almost morning.

I'm hungry.

Pressure's right up there.

Go back and go to bed. You can

sleep the rest of the way.

Mind if I help myself?

Of course not, Major.

What is it, Henry?

I can't find the reverend.

He can't be far. Only ten minutes

ago he was trying to save my soul.

Could he have fallen off?

- We could back up and look for him.

- Where's O'Brien? We'll back up.

- No.

- My God, Richard.

- Why not?

- Someone is trying to stop this train.

- I will not allow that to happen.

- I can't believe you won't stop to look.

Marica, darling, there are men dying at

that fort who desperately need our help.

It's my responsibility

to get us there.

If the reverend was stupid or unlucky

enough to have fallen off, I'm sorry.

- We're going through.

- Governor.

You are one superior son of a b*tch.

We'll search what's

left of this train.

Who are you?

John Deakin.

What are you?

He must have fallen off. If we

back up maybe five miles...

He certainly wouldn't

have jumped off.

Reverend Peabody was small. A big,

strong man could have thrown him off.

Me, I have an alibi. Miss Scoville

obviously is not a strong man.

But the rest of you

are big, strong men.

What the hell are you talking about?

You're pretty free

with your theories.

And my whiskey.

A damn sight better than

that whiskey back in Myrtle.

Marshal. There's no need for that.

Mr Deakin is not a man of violence.

He told us what he's not,

but not what he is.

Carlos?

Are you in there?

They're all gone.

Carlos is gone, Deakin's gone.

The place is a goddamn mess.

What are you talking about?

Talk sense, man.

The ammunition boxes are open.

The coffins are open. They're gone.

You're drunk.

Drunk? I wish to hell I was drunk.

Don't. You'll die if you do.

No, not me. Your friends out there.

I'm gonna take my hand away.

Don't scream. You promise?

You damn fool. You'll get us both killed.

There's no help for you out there.

Especially not from your

friend the governor.

Don't scream.

I want you to hide me.

Why should I?

To save both our lives.

I asked you this once before,

and you didn't tell me.

You'd better tell me now.

Who are you?

My name is John Deakin.

That's my real name.

- I work for the US Secret Service.

- I don't believe you.

Do you believe I'm a killer?

You've got about a minute

to make up your mind.

- Who is it?

- O'Brien, ma'am.

Come in. The door's not locked.

- What is it?

- The prisoner, Deakin. He's escaped.

Where could a man escape

to in this wilderness?

That's the point, there is no place.

That's why we think he's still on the train.

- And you think perhaps I had...?

- No.

Just that he could have sneaked

in when you were asleep.

I can assure you he isn't

hiding under my bed.

Please excuse me.

Tight squeeze.

I'm a damn fool. Now please get out.

I want you to do one more thing for me.

Go along and bring back the major.

Nobody else. Just the major.

Don't even talk to anybody.

- But Governor Fairchild...

- Especially not Governor Fairchild.

Get on, now.

- What in God's name?

- Put it away.

- You'll use it later.

- I don't believe a word of it.

What if I showed you 400 Winchester

rifles that were stolen from the factory?

We've been tracking them

halfway across the country.

They're on the train now,

in the supply car.

All those men killed.

The train half wrecked.

- All that over stolen rifles?

- There's more to it than that.

And the governor? Surely he'd

have nothing to do with it.

I intend to see that Governor

Fairchild stands trial for murder.

Major Claremont.

Deakin must have got to him.

Where in God's name can they be?

In the supply wagon.

We've looked everywhere else.

Find 'em and kill 'em. Both.

I'm sorry.

- I want to see those rifles.

- You will.

Miss Scoville, stay in the compartment,

and keep your door looked after we leave.

Understand?

All right, stolen rifles.

Not worth all that killing.

Dr Molyneux... there was no reason.

If you remember, Molyneux said he was

going to inspect the medical supplies.

Rifles, dynamite, ammunition...

not much a doctor

would be interested in.

My God. The diphtheria,

those men at the fort.

There is no diphtheria.

Reverend Peabody didn't

go into the supplies.

I don't think he went

to church, either.

Mr Peabody was a secret service

operative for 15 years,

the last five of them with me.

Don't touch that gun.

Hey, point that thing the other way.

I'm just a working stiff.

The major's just in back.

Bring him over here.

Get down.

- Where's your gun?

- I don't have a gun. I'm just the engineer.

- No.

- Jump.

- Where's the gun?

- It's in the box.

Underneath the seat.

I don't know who you are,

but the law says...

The law's who I am.

Have a look behind that wood.

They got onto something back

there in Myrtle, and died for it.

Then when Jackson the

fireman spotted the bodies,

Banlon threw him off the train.

Are you gonna listen

to this murderer?

I looked at Jackson at the bottom of the

trestle... a head wound with a lot of blood.

A dead man doesn't bleed.

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