Union Pacific Page #3

(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...

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