Virginia City Page #3

This country isn't as soft

around here as this gentleman thinks.

- Did you ever hear of John Murrell?

- No. Who is he?

You mean, Murrell's guerrillas?

Sure we've heard of them.

They're a pack of murderous skunks.

Hey, you are right.

- Beautiful work, don't you think?

- Yes.

These things make me nervous.

Thank you.

This is his stamping ground.

Murrell specializes in stagecoaches.

He wouldn't dare

hold up the United States mail.

I'd protest to the Post Office Department

immediately.

Murrell wouldn't be after the mail.

Not with five business men like us,

carrying between us maybe 15- Or $20,000.

Yes, that's right.

We would be a pretty good haul at that.

That's what I figured. Now there isn't

any point in making any trouble.

If you'll hand over quickly what you have,

nobody will get hurt.

Well, doggone if you'd take

a man's father's watch.

Dadgum.

Quickly.

Now you.

I take it you're Mr. Murrell?

You are a smart fellow.

Come on, hand over, if you please.

But that's the point. I don't please.

Don't be funny, mister.

This gun has a hair trigger.

- Don't be a fool, Kerry, he might shoot.

- Go on, give him the doggone money.

It won't go off. Would you like to bet?

Oh, please, Mr. Bradford...

Why, Miss Hayne.

Such solicitude is very touching.

You were saying, sir?

I do not particularly want to shoot you,

mister, but I do not mind.

If you'll look back out of the window,

you will see why.

- Guerrillas.

- Yes, Murrell's guerrillas.

I think I outdraw you, eh, mister?

Maybe. I've only got one pair,

but that ought to be enough.

Don't reach for that. Get them up.

I thought that little derringer of yours looked

a little bit too well used to be a sample.

In any case, I didn't like your face.

As a matter of fact, I still don't.

See if he's got another gun, Moose.

Give me that stuff.

Give me that money.

You leather-headed...

Your purse, madam.

I'll say he's in the hardware business.

Driver.

Now, Mr. Murrell...

...you're gonna tell your little boys playtime

is over and you're coming along with us.

Driver, pull up.

Now then,

start talking and make it quick and fast.

Come on.

Put up your guns, boys.

This fellow, he's got the drop on me.

If you shoot, he'll plug me.

You go back and don't follow.

He means business.

Mr. Driver, please drive

before they change their minds.

Now, Mr. Murrell,

would you be kind enough to step out?

No, you'd best ride on top,

we don't like your company.

- What makes you think I would?

- Hope three ain't crowding.

- Keep that on him till the next station.

- I don't need this peashooter.

Keep my hands on him, you mean.

All right, son.

Bess, Dolly.

Just to think, I tried to sell

that ruffian life insurance.

Oh, he wasn't as tough as my last wife.

- Pardon, I didn't know you were married.

- Married? Only four times.

Five.

All insured, I hope.

Never mind. Don't pay any attention to me.

I don't know what I'm saying. I'm all upset.

That's the tightest squeeze

I was ever in in my life.

How about you, ma'am?

Don't you think

the heroics were a trifle exaggerated?

Ma'am, you don't know him. You should

have saw the last mess he got us out of.

Why, the night we started the dig...

You have a peculiar way

of looking at things, Miss Hayne.

- What?

Pardon me.

Try it that way.

The other can be done, but it is difficult.

I was silly, wasn't I?

But I was rude. Sorry.

I deserved it. I haven't said thank you.

- Lf you hadn't been here, Mr. Bradford...

- But I had to be here.

Don't you believe in predestination?

You had to be here too, so did Murrell.

There's probably future reason for it.

Hey, Kerry.

The driver says there's a $5000 reward

for this shadbelly.

That's a lot of money

for buzzard-bait like him.

You have not collected yet.

You doggone, tin-horn gambler.

Murrell's loose.

Doggone the dad-burn-it.

Stuck in the creek.

All right, folks,

unload and give us a push.

Ain't nothing else to do.

Here's where we start playing horses.

This is a dreadful situation.

I shall most certainly write

the Bureau of Rivers and Harbors about this.

All right, folks,

unload and give us a push.

Oh, no. No, don't put me down.

- Don't put me here.

- There you are.

Now then, you stay there.

If you behave yourself,

I may come back and get you.

Hey. Watch that there rock.

That one?

Hey.

I knew there was something I forgot.

Kerry, if you let me fall...

I wish you would.

I fell 10 days ago.

Hurry up, Kerry.

You're too slow for a packhorse.

- Late today.

Had a rough trip.

- Any mail?

Yup.

- There you are.

- Thank you.

We won't be here long, folks,

don't stray off.

- Where are we gonna stray to?

- Well, got a fair-to-middling saloon.

What about you, little man?

Will you have a drink?

A drink? Moosehead,

when I come out of that saloon...

...I'd be so teetotally tight that if I live

to be 108 years old I'll die with a hangover.

Go ahead, boys, have something.

I don't mind if you wanna join them.

You know,

for the first time in years, I don't.

You're a strange trio.

They're so totally different

from you in every way.

I've often wondered

what brought you together.

Oh, just luck, like you and I.

The interesting part is, what keeps

people together, don't you think?

Hello.

What were you dreaming?

Oh, about us.

Was I behaving myself?

We were climbing a mountain together

and we were almost at the top.

But suddenly you stopped me...

...as if there was something on the other

side you were afraid for me to see.

There isn't, Kerry, is there?

I've been looking on the other side

of mountains all my life.

- Usually, all I've got was a bumped nose.

- Oh, don't tease me.

There isn't much time.

- We know so little about each other.

- What do we wanna know?

You're a very charming young woman.

Well bred, obviously. Highly respectable.

Me? Well, I suppose

I'm just a soldier of misfortune.

It's a very interesting combination.

Anything could happen.

What do you mean,

we haven't got much time?

This time tomorrow,

we'll be in Virginia City.

Well...

...you make that sound so final.

There maybe some things

that you won't understand.

I only understand that we've gotta go on

seeing each other and being together.

- Perhaps.

- Perhaps?

Julia, is that all you've got to say?

Look, three weeks ago, I had no more idea

than you where this was all going to lead.

But I know one thing now,

it can't end here.

You know that too.

Yes, I do know it, Kerry.

But promise me one thing,

that we won't cross bridges...

...or ask any questions

till we know what's on the other side.

- Promise?

- Promise.

This is the latest news.

"Tonight, with the fall of Vicksburg...

...the entire Mississippi River

is in the hands of the Union Army.

Sherman has destroyed Atlanta...

...and the railroad that connects

the deep South with Virginia.

The rebels are on the run,

physically and financially.

Only an act of God

can now prevent a great Union victory."

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