Union Pacific Page #2
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- 1939
- 135 min
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Take a seat.
Oh. Rose...
# They call me the Rose of St. Louis ##
Sit down.
We ain't had the pleasure of
seeing you here before, Mr...
[chuckles]
Interesting decorations.
Only one like it in St. Louis.
idea with you from Panama.
Panama?
This biography of yourself, written by
the best detective agency in Chicago.
What's on your mind, mister?
How's that partner of
mine doing? Very good, sir.
Mr. Campeau...
in the past, your operations
have always been, shall we say...
of a minor nature.
Do you think you could manage the
biggest gambling outfit in America?
Do you think you could
handle 10,000 workmen...
with plenty of money...
out in the wilderness?
Supplying them with liquor...
and any excitement the devil can brew?
Do you think you could keep them drunk
and discontented, month after month?
Go on.
Excuse me, Mr. Allen.
see you in the other room.
Excuse me, gentlemen. Al. Al Brett...
take over.
It's your deal.
It means keeping your tent with its many
diversions at the end of the track...
as it moves West...
and selling the tracklayers all the
trouble they'll buy. You'll be protected.
What's the split? None. You take it all.
Including orders from me.
What kind of orders?
They will all add up the same. Delay.
Anything... I might say everything...
Why not?
Longer it takes, the more money I make.
Mr. Barrows, this is
my partner, Dick Allen.
Late of the Union Army...
but never late with a gun.
He'll be very handy, I assure you.
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.
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