Union Pacific Page #4

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.

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