Union Pacific Page #8

(man #1) The church goes

on the next train, George.

(man #2) Hey, lend us your hammer.

(man #1) The board house comes now.

(foreman) All right,

Donovan. Come on, O'Toole.

Don't take all week.

(man #1) McGukkin's a

sound sleeper, ain't he?

Hot or cold, he goes.

Murder alive! If you wanted to come in,

why in blazes didn't you knock at the door?

Leave hold of it, Mike.

Everything goes to Laramie.

And where is Laramie? It's

wherever we set down this town.

[bell clanging]

All right, boys, come on, we'll

take the block. The roof comes next.

All right, Sullivan.

Come on, take the block.

(men) # The fireman rang the bell #

# Oh, Lulu in a pink kimono says #

# Baby, fare thee well #

(woman) Where's Jeff Butler

taking them tracklayers?

(man) Wherever they're

going, they mean business.

# I ain't gonna lie in jail #

# But I'm goin' down to Cheyenne town #

# To live with my Lulu gal #

# My Lulu's tall and slender #

# My Lulu's tall and slim #

# But the only thing

that satisfies her #

# Is a good big drink of gin #

# My Lulu hugged and kissed me #

##[playing]

(men) # My Lulu gal's a daisy #

What is that? The Irish are coming.

Jake, give him a free drink. Okay.

Keep the ball rolling.

# My Lulu, she's an angel #

# Only she ain't got no wings #

# I guess I'll get her ##

Hello, Campeau.

I hear you're moving to Laramie.

What about it?

Go on over in the corner and turn

your back and keep your hands up.

Come on back. You've got visitors.

[woman screaming] One

yelp and you'll get the ax!

[all exclaiming]

[people clamoring]

Get over here!

(Dusky) That's what

claps me ax through skull.

(man #1) Don't you reach for your gun.

(man #2) Who do you

think you're shoving?

Get those Irish

clodhoppers out of my place.

They just came down to help you move.

Fiesta, take Mr. Campeau in there.

Please. (man) Get one for me, Jeff.

[men laughing]

Leach, watch the door.

Come on, boys. Free

drinks for everybody.

[all cheering]

Nobody ain't drinking, Jake.

Ain't you heard the

Irish is teetotalers?

[crowd laughing]

It's the first time I've heard about it.

Who held up that train, Campeau?

How should I know?

What'd he say, Fiesta?

He say, pretty soon he

will tell you all about it.

[Fiesta chuckling]

Pretty soon.

There were eight horses missing

from your corral. Where'd they go?

I don't know. Somebody

must have borrowed them.

Did you hear that, Fiesta?

Sure. You bet yourself.

Sure, I hear.

He say he think he knows

who take those horse.

Who rode those horses? I don't know.

I ain't left the tent tonight.

Look here, Butler.

You and your railroad

cutthroat can't bully me.

He called you a cutthroat, Fiesta.

[laughing]

He knows me pretty well.

Who led those men?

Butler, you're nailing

the lid on your own coffin.

Dick nailed the lid on yours

tonight. I ain't seen Dick.

Then you didn't know he turned

the money back to the railroad.

I don't know what you're talking about.

He sold you out to

the railroad, Campeau.

That's what you get for

picking a man in love.

You're lying. He turned the

payroll over to Casement.

I saw Dick give that girl a ring,

and she promised to marry him.

Looks like you're the

sucker this time, Campeau.

Now you talk.

All right, all right. What's

it to me? I wasn't there.

Sure. Dick stuck up the train.

What am I supposed to

do about it? Nothing.

Just come with me. You, too.

[yelping]

I'm going.

I declare, it won't seem natural

in Laramie without you boys.

[coughing]

Don't reach for your

handkerchief, Brett.

Just use your sleeve if

you want to wipe your mouth.

[crowd laughing]

Leach, the mule's ready? Yeah.

You and Fiesta take all the dealers

outside and get them started.

[Fiesta laughing] Yeah.

And here. Don't forget this rat.

Sure, we have big fun with him.

[Fiesta laughing]

For every crack of that

half-breed's whip...

I'll put a bullet through

that pig's hide of yours.

[crowd chattering]

(man) Come out from

under the table, you.

Dusky Clayton, it's all yours.

(man) Take your hands off me.

Spit on your hands, you

terriers, and smash into it.

Yeah! Yeah!

[tables crashing]

[glass shattering]

I hope Dick don't get you, Butler.

[continue banging]

I don't want nobody to get you but me.

There's a train east

tonight, Campeau. Be on it.

You're seen out here again,

you'll be shot on sight.

Now, dust!

Come on, Jeff, get into the shindy.

Haven't time. I'm going to a wedding.

(Leach) All right, boys, put them back.

(man) Cut it out!

Now you boys has got your options

of getting out in 30 seconds...

or being buried in 30 minutes.

Why, I can't ride this way.

It's a mite on handy, but the Indians

can't sneak up on you from behind.

[laughing]

Hey, you can't do this to us.

Well, come on, mule.

[mule braying]

[both laughing]

[gun firing]

Hang the mule. I'm leaving.

And I plight unto thee my troth.

(Dick) And I plight unto thee my troth.

(Father Ryan) Allow me to wish

you every happiness, Mrs. Allen.

Thank you, Father.

Congratulations. Thank you, sir.

##[organ playing]

Dick. Why, hello, Jeff.

Come to kiss the bride?

No, Dick. I've come for you.

You've got guns, I haven't.

That's your hard luck.

Have you found proof,

Butler? Yes, Campeau talked.

'Tis a terrible thing

you're doing, Jeff.

And for what? They've

got the money back.

The soldier that was guarding it

hasn't got his life back, Mollie.

Killing?

Dick would have been safe away

but for me. I got him into this.

(Casement) Come with me, Mollie. No.

The railroad gives short shrift

to a train robber, Mrs. Allen.

Come on, Dick.

'Tis a brief honeymoon

you're giving the bride.

There's no other way, Mollie.

Can I kiss my husband goodbye?

All right.

[inaudible]

Could you know the

heart-scald that's inside me...

there's much you'd understand, but I...

I know the railroad law and I...

(Mollie) The window, Dick! Run for it!

[all shouting]

(Jeff) Don't shoot. Don't

shoot into that crowd.

(woman) What did he do?

(man) He robbed the pay train.

What's the ruckus? Dick Allen. Got away.

Well, I declare.

[crowd chattering]

Leach, get a couple of

horses. (Casement) No, Jeff.

You go on to Laramie.

They'll be needing you there.

Leach and Fiesta will stay here

and give Allen his medicine.

It might be better that way, I reckon.

Maybe.

When you reach Laramie,

pack your things...

and turn your car over

to the superintendent.

Your service with the

railroad is finished.

##[scatting]

Lot of warm winter overcoats

on the hoof out there.

[whistle blowing]

I hope the hogger don't hit one of them.

[whistle blowing]

My apologies, Mrs. Allen.

Disgraceful hour for a

bridegroom to be coming home.

[laughing]

I'll wash off some of Wyoming

before I kiss you good morning.

A fine wedding night.

Under a car with a floor

between me and my wife.

You're not gonna give me

lead for breakfast, are you?

You shouldn't be on this

train. Jeff Butler's aboard.

Jeff? Back in the caboose.

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