Santa Fe Page #3

the whiskey all gone?

No, worse than that.

We gotta go to work.

A fella came in camp and said

we ain't reached the state line.

You're crazy.

The state line's out here.

That ain't what he said.

And he's a government surveyor.

Come on. Get out of here.

That's right, Britt.

We're short of track by four miles.

When I rode in tonight...

...I found your company surveyor

had made a mistake.

It's four miles to Colorado.

Our surveyor staked that line

days ago. Where is he?

Oh, he's in his tent now, passed out.

He was up in that saloon camp

for a week, drinking.

Pretty smart, aren't they?

They knew once we crossed

that state line, we'd get our land grant.

Then they'd have no place to set up

business except on railroad property.

Get the men out.

We've got work to do.

Come on. Get your clothes on.

Get moving. We've got work to do.

Get moving.

Come on, you spalpeens.

There's work to be done.

Men, we need four miles of track.

Four miles by tomorrow night.

So 'tis four miles of rails

he needs, is it?

We haven't even one.

That's right, Britt. Nor ties either.

Dave, does that

land-grant agreement...

...say anything about our road

being continuous track?

No, only that we run our line

into Colorado...

...by nightfall tomorrow.

Then we've got track, back there,

track which we've laid.

Tear it up, rails and ties.

Four miles of it. Move it up.

You graders, get busy.

Rest of you men, get on those flats.

Make it fast.

Come on. Get moving, you spalpeen.

Come on, you, get moving.

Britt's a man who thinks on his feet.

That's what I like.

You know, I think he'll do it.

You've changed toward Canfield.

You've stopped resenting him.

I never did resent him as a person.

Only what he stood for.

Glad to hear you say that, Judith.

Britt's a fine man.

I've got the fullest faith

and confidence in him.

I think of him more as a friend

than a fellow worker. He's got...

What am I doing?

I'm patting another man on the back...

...when I should be telling you

what a remarkably clever fellow I am.

You men, would you like to know

what we've been doing?

The toughest job we've ever done

on this line.

But we got it done without you.

Yes, we've done it without you!

Now, get out of here!

What are you doing?

Get out of here!

And me with aces full!

What did you want, tricking the road

into stopping short of the state line?

- What are you talking about?

- Getting our surveyor drunk.

You almost finished the Santa Fe.

Without that grant, you would've.

We didn't know about the surveyor.

- We wouldn't do that, honest.

- That's the truth.

What is this? I thought we had

talked this over once before.

I thought I'd convinced you

once before.

I still say let me run my affairs.

With my help.

- Ready?

- Now.

To commemorate

this special event...

...we now dedicate the new western

headquarters of the Santa Fe.

And so it is with extreme pride...

...that the Atchison, Topeka

& Santa Fe Railroad...

...announces the opening today...

...of regular, daily passenger

and freight service...

...between Atchison, Kansas

and your fair city.

Think of it, ladies and gentlemen.

Over 360 miles in 19 hours.

That's an average

of almost 20 miles per hour.

What is the fare, mister?

The fare?

Twenty dollars and 10 cents.

That's cheaper than walking

in those boots.

To the west, our road

runs another 300 miles.

But to your city, the railroad

has brought growth, prosperity...

...and a closeness

to the outside world...

...that otherwise would not

have been possible.

It'll do the same for other frontier

communities all over the continent.

Now, folks...

...inside you'll find all the beer

and sandwiches you can handle.

And it's all on the Santa Fe.

- Howdy, Britt.

- How are you, Johnson?

It's all right. She knows

all about the Canfields.

This is Ella Sue. My wife.

Your wife? When did this happen?

We've only been married

three months.

That's right.

Welcome to the family, Ella Sue.

- I'd say he's made a fine choice.

- Thank you.

- Hi, Britt.

- Well, it's been a long time, stranger.

What are you all doing

in Dodge City?

Not what you think.

We're partners in a little ranch

a mile out on the north road.

Shipping and buying

buffalo hides and bones.

- Big business.

- What happened to Sanders?

I don't know. We split up.

Well, I'm glad to see

you wild galoots...

...finally got some sense

and settled down.

We're only in this till we make

enough money to go back to Virginia.

We'll all go back. You with us.

No, I like what I'm doing. I'm staying.

That is, as long as they'll keep me.

- Oh, Judith.

- You sneaked out on me, Britt.

Mrs. Chandler, this is Ella Sue...

Mrs. Johnson.

Mr. Johnson, Mr. Clay

and Mr. Moore.

How do you do?

Why don't you come out

and join the celebration.

We're gonna have a dance

on the new station platform.

Well, sorry, ma'am,

but we've got livestock to tend to.

Oh, I am sorry.

Maybe you could come out

and visit us.

You too, Mrs. Chandler.

Later or tomorrow.

Not this trip. Leaving for end of track

first thing in the morning.

If we don't get a pay car out there,

our crews will lay down on the job.

Hope you do well

with those buffalo hides.

See you next time I'm in Dodge City.

- Old friends?

- Not particularly.

I thought they might be.

They sound Southern.

I must've had a loose coupling

to gamble even my job away to you.

No, it's just fate.

All in the cards, Luke.

Say, what'd you do

before you was a fireman?

- Used to work for a doctor.

- A doctor?

Well, he sold medicine.

Dr. Dopley's Indian Remedy.

What'd you do,

mix up the medicine?

No, mix up the customers.

A cardsharp from a medicine show.

I should've known it.

We've stopped for water.

- How about a little walk?

- I'd love it.

Holdup!

- Holdup!

- The payroll.

Hold where you are.

Keep on your feet.

In there.

Who's the engineer?

- He is.

- Oh, no, him. Him's the engineer.

- He is.

- Him.

Shut up. Now, make up your minds.

- Didn't hear you knock.

- Because I didn't.

How long you been eating

with a gun on the table?

Sit down and eat.

Didn't expect to see you so soon.

Didn't you?

You boys had to do some hard

riding to beat that train back.

We haven't been anyplace.

Quit stalling.

You, Sanders, all of you...

...were in on that train holdup today.

- What holdup?

- Talk, Clint.

Don't start anything, Britt.

Maybe you know, Ella Sue.

Maybe you can tell me.

My worthy brothers.

Outlaws. Men with guns. Killers.

We didn't kill anybody.

One of the trainmen was shot dead.

What do you call that?

A Canfield didn't shoot him.

What difference does it make?

You were in on it.

Where's Tom?

In there. The bedroom.

He's been shot.

Hello, Tom.

You're kind of off the track,

aren't you, coming out here?

- How do you feel?

- I'll be good as ever in a day or two.

You bet.

My mistake was...

Well, we were wrong

to do it, Britt. Crazy.

Canfields are all crazy.

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