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I've been making a deal with

your partner. A big deal.

We're leaving St. Louis.

For where and for

what? West, Mr. Allen...

for excitement and profit.

[chuckling] All right. Deal me in.

Where's my drink?

Here. I don't use it.

No?

Never take another man's drink.

It's bad luck.

Well, gentlemen...

here's to...

[laughing]

whatever it is.

[all laugh]

'Tis that cottonwood you're feeding him.

He won't eat it.

It gives him a pain in his boiler.

[train whistle blowing]

Hey, Monahan.

Do you want I should spell you a

bit, Monahan. In case you fall asleep?

Mollie Monahan, will you come down

out of that before some Indian...

beats me to the pleasure of killing you.

I brought you supper.

Suppose you fell off, and

I had to stop the train.

If you were half the dutiful daughter...

that this engine is to me...

Hold your whist. Here's your bite.

Heavens above. What's

in it? Coupling pins?

Cartridges. I forgot to

put them in your valise.

Get back to the caboose, you brat.

Twenty hours to Cheyenne...

and I'm supposed to

live on powder and lead.

I think you've been eating dynamite.

(Mollie) Good night, Mr. Barley.

(Barley) Good night, Mollie.

[snoring]

[Fiesta muttering]

Down.

I want it up. No. Down.

I said up.

Now listen, lady...

I want some fresh air.

Sure, and you'll get it,

right through your skull.

The Indians relish shooting

at the lighted windows.

[Fiesta chuckling]

That woman, she's just

like my wife I had in Omaha.

You know my wife, she's so mean...

she barks like the dogs, but me, well...

you know what I do? You married her.

Oh, sure. You bet yourself.

She can cook frijoles. Mmm.

The best in the whole world.

(Fiesta) Mollie.

(Fiesta) But I look around and...

pretty soon I marry my wife in Santa Fe.

The best woodchopper in the country.

You bet you my life, the best.

But one day she gets

bite by a rattlesnake.

She did? Yeah.

Did the doctor get there in

time? No, she's already dead.

Your wife? My wife?

No, no, the snake. My wife...

My wife, the next day, she's

so angry, she bites her brother.

Sure...

and his whole family is poisoned.

[snorting]

(Fiesta) And, anyhow, I'm

already gone to Yuma...

and there I marry Carmelita.

(Mollie) Now what did you marry her for?

You think to cook for me?

No. To chop me firewood? No.

Well, what did she do?

She...

[both laughing]

Yes, sir. Carmelita sure is a honey.

Yeah.

Hey, what you know?

(Fiesta) Leach, what you do here anyhow?

Hunting for you.

General Dodge wants to

see us back in his car.

At the rate you're going, Leach,

General Dodge won't live that long.

New troubleshooter is getting

aboard, somewheres hereabout.

Thanks, Sergeant. Good luck.

General Dodge aboard, Conductor?

Yep. If you're Jeff Butler,

he's looking for you.

I'll report, soon as I wash

off some of the prairie.

Yeah. A fella gets

kind of sweaty riding.

Campeau's crowd's in this car, Mollie.

##[man humming]

Rattlesnakes.

No self-respecting rattlesnake

would ride with them.

[chuckling]

##[humming]

##[whistling]

(Dick) Mollie.

Mollie Monahan.

Dick.

Sure, Dick, they told me

you'd not be back this year.

Did you think you'd

get rid of me that easy?

[Dick laughing]

Something's dead.

[sniffing]

Easy.

We'll bury him when the time comes.

Every minute that passed

had your name on it.

Oh, that's easy to listen

to, but hard to believe.

Me father said... That

he doesn't like gamblers.

Neither do I.

Here you are practicing to fleece

the poor lambs at the End of Track.

Marry me, Mollie, and I'll reform.

You haven't changed a bit.

Except maybe for the worse.

You're in love with her

and her three sisters.

You've got cards in your blood.

And you in my heart.

Go along with your soft talk.

You'll die with your boots on...

and your four ladies won't

be walking behind you.

Would you walk behind me?

Would be safer than walking

beside you to the altar.

[chuckling]

All the pasteboard ladies in the world

aren't worth one of your little fingers...

with a ring on it.

I'd better be getting back

to the caboose. No. Not yet.

Turn your back to me.

Close your eyes. Both of them.

Turn your head away.

This is to keep your heart

warm for your wedding day.

Oh. 'Tis never for me.

Not if it doesn't fit. Oh, it'll fit.

It is the most beautiful thing ever was.

But far too grand for a

poor engineer's daughter.

Not that Monahan's a poor engineer.

He's the best there is, but...

I suppose a good engineer's

daughter can get...

just as cold as a poor

engineer's daughter.

And a gambler can love you

just as much as a saint.

[train whistle blowing]

We might as well face the facts.

Central Pacific has not stopped at

the California state line as agreed.

They're over the Sierras,

and they've surveyed...

right through to Salt Lake and Ogden.

What do you think? But

they've got an agreement!

The devil himself is against us!

(Dodge) And what

happens to the people...

who backed us with their savings?

Busted. And so are we.

We're going to reach Ogden first.

Well, the Central will be there in 10

months. Then we'll be there in nine.

Look at the map, General Dodge.

We've built only 516

miles in three years.

And we're still 500 miles from Ogden.

And we're still going

to get there first. What?

Over the Rockies and Wasatch Mountains

with Indians claiming your food supply?

[scoffing]

Only the Irish could do

it. And I doubt if they can.

Good news or bad? Good.

We had a council at Broken Bow.

Red Cloud says the Indians'll

lay off the railroad...

if the whites will lay off the Indians.

Captain Butler served with me in

the war. He's just signed on with us.

Meet the two gentlemen

you'll be working for.

General Casement, in charge

of tracklaying. How are you?

How do you do, sir? Mr. Reed.

You tell him what your job is, Sam.

I see that the tracklayers don't

catch up with the graders...

the graders don't catch

up with the tie cutters...

the tie cutters don't catch up with

the tunnel and bridge builders...

and the lunatic asylum

doesn't catch up with me.

[all laughing]

My job, sir?

To establish and maintain order

along the entire right-of-way.

Troubleshooter, huh?

Yeah, and there's plenty of it.

(Reed) What's the worst problem?

Sid Campeau.

His whiskey and cards and what goes

with them follow the End of Track...

like a flock of vultures.

They've cost us a life every day.

Men drugged, robbed, murdered.

Crews disrupted by hired agitators.

Leach Overmile and Fiesta

here have been assigned to you.

They can tell you how Campeau operates.

I don't believe I'll need bodyguards.

Oh, no? You'll need them, all right.

You think we no good, eh?

No. It's not that, I...

We've had a lot of experience, Captain.

We bodyguarded the last

two troubleshooters...

right up till the very

minute they was killed.

[chuckles]

We'll get along all right.

[train whistle blowing]

(Butler) There's just one

question I'd like to ask, General.

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