Union Pacific Page #5

Synopsis: One of the last bills signed by President Lincoln authorizes pushing the Union Pacific Railroad across the wilderness to California. But financial opportunist Asa Barrows hopes to profit from obstructing it. Chief troubleshooter Jeff Butler has his hands full fighting Barrows' agent, gambler Sid Campeau; Campeau's partner Dick Allen is Jeff's war buddy and rival suitor for engineer's daughter Molly Monahan. Who will survive the effort to push the railroad through at any cost?
Genre: Drama, Western
Director(s): Cecil B. DeMille
Production: Paramount Pictures
  Nominated for 1 Oscar. Another 2 wins.
 
IMDB:
7.2
NOT RATED
Year:
1939
135 min
133 Views


But along came the war...

And they needed your guns

more than your bridges.

My dreams went up in smoke.

Then there's much in

common between us, Mr. Jeff.

How's that, Mollie?

Both of us seem to be wanting

things that don't want us.

You seemed to be getting what you

wanted just before we got on this car.

Oh, Dick.

I know. You think I'm an

outrageous flirt. Well?

But did you never know that

flirting gets into a woman's blood...

like fighting gets into a man's?

Now, a girl begins coquetting

to discover if she has the power.

Then she goes looking, like

a fighter after a bully...

for the hardest man to conquer.

But 'tis never the man she wants...

'tis the pleasure of

bringing him to her feet.

Till the right man comes along and

gives her the spanking she deserves.

That's the man she dreams of.

And the man she kisses.

The buffalo are most gone, and I'm

thinking we'd better be going, too.

We might have harnessed a couple

and had them pull us to End of Track.

[whistle tooting]

[bell ringing]

[men chattering]

(man) Rail!

[all chattering]

Rail!

Bend your backs to it!

(Dusky) Lay ahold of

that rail, me lad...

you're slowing us down.

Sure, if I was your mother, I'd be

ashamed of the strength you have.

'Tis the whiskey you

drank in Cheyenne...

not the work you're doing here

that gave you such a thirst.

Get along with you! Any trouble, Dusky?

Trouble?

Say, what was the matter with them crazy

muckers you sent out here the other day?

Why?

All over the hillside they

started digging for gold.

Found plenty iron, huh?

And they're laying three miles

of it a day, pay or no pay.

Hey, what is this I hear about

the railroad brass hats coming up?

Inspection tour. General

Grant's with them.

He'd win a lot of votes

in the next election...

by bringing our pay along with him.

He will.

Come on. Move it ahead.

[bell ringing]

Here's one to mail,

Mollie. Give it here.

Mollie, did my cousin from

Cork write? No, she didn't.

Any mail, Mollie? It is sorry, I am.

(woman) Have you got a letter

for us? No. Mrs. Cassidy.

(woman) Saint's alive! Who's dead?

Mrs. Hogan, I hear your

new baby came yesterday.

And a fine broth of a boy he

is, too. Shouldn't you be in bed?

Well, I had a mind to

stay in bed this morning...

but there was the washing to

do, so I says to meself, I says:

"Now, this is no time for playing sick."

What're you going to name the baby?

Union Pacific Hogan. Was

that your husband's idea?

Mike? Sure he's after going

to Cheyenne to celebrate.

The lad'll be half-grown

by the time he sobers up.

[laughs]

[bell clanging]

Injuns! Get the kids in!

[women clamoring]

Redskins!

(man) To your posts,

men! Get ready for action!

Hold your fire till they get closer.

[all chattering]

There's only two of them.

And they look like my men.

I smell worse trouble than Injuns.

Get back to work, you mollycoddles...

or I'll be banging on somebody's

pants with me pick-handle.

(man) Get back to the job, you terriers!

(Fiesta) We got plenty

troubles this time, Captain.

You know that Andy Calahan, the

foreman over at the grader's camp?

Yeah. What about him?

Nothing, only he's dead.

How?

Fella named Duke Ring

sort of lost his temper.

Yeah. Now, nobody's working at all.

But they gotta work.

We can't lay track if there's no grade.

Couple of hundred of them over

there yowling about no pay...

so we didn't start nothing.

I'll go on up and entertain Mr.

Ring. Back by sundown, maybe.

You better take us with you,

Jefferson. That foreman is awful dead.

Dusky! Dusky Clayton!

Would you give me the loan of this

team to take mail to the graders' camp?

That's no place for you

to be going now. Thanks.

Sorry, Mollie. Hey, what's this?

[bell ringing]

Well, by the soles of me feet!

What're you working for?

It ain't money because

you don't get none.

Are you working for your sweat?

That's all you'll get out of it.

Unless some Injun comes along

and tears the hair off your head.

Whoa.

[hammering]

Give me that.

That's Duke Ring.

You ain't gonna need this.

Oakes Ames would hate to see

his shovels used like that.

Wait here.

'Tis suicide you're contemplating,

going against that mob.

Maybe. Jeff.

No one's ever put any

sense into a man's brain...

through a bullet hole in his head.

Maybe you're right.

Whatever happens...

you keep out of it.

The fool ain't got a gun on him.

Hello, boys!

Where's your foreman?

Your foreman was a fine fellow.

This bruiser taking his place?

What're you going to do about it, bucko?

Nothing, Mr. Ring...

if these men are fools enough to

believe a lying windbag like you.

Lying, am I?

Have you been paid for

two months or ain't you?

(all) No.

Sure, sure. You've all got

wages coming. So have I.

We'll get every cent that's due us.

The railroad won't pay

you for sitting around...

watching Mr. Ring break shovels.

Now, let's go to work.

That sounds like horse sense.

Oh, does it?

I'll kill the first man

to move a shovel of earth.

You'll go out of here feet first, bucko.

[grunting]

[all laughing]

I'm not there. I'm over here, Mr. Ring.

I see you, you stinking railroad cop.

Still here, Mr. Ring.

This way, Mr. Ring.

Well, mates, there's your bully.

Nobody can make you work.

But if you're through with the job...

get out of camp and make room

for men who do want to work.

Well, boys, it's 1:00.

That's still horse sense.

What are we waiting for? Come on, boys.

Come on, boys, bring your shovels.

(all) # I've been

working on the railroad #

[sighing]

# All the livelong day #

# I've been working on the railroad #

# Just to pass the time

away # Hit the ties, Ring.

And don't stop to say

goodbye to Campeau.

# Don't you hear the whistle blowing? #

# Rise up so early in the morn #

# Don't you hear the foreman shouting #

# Oh, Dinah, blow your horn #

Gorry, what a man.

# I've been working on the railroad #

# All the livelong ##

Can you see him?

Last time I seen him, I was shooting

at him from a huckleberry patch.

[laughing]

Plenty big talk, but no payroll.

(Ames) Such a move means

disaster, General Grant.

Our credit is stretched

to the breaking point.

An element, lawless beyond all

reason, hangs onto our coattails...

here at the End of Track.

It's like a monstrous conspiracy

determined to wreck the railroad.

And now Mr. Barrows proposes

a new survey west of Laramie.

Reputable engineers advise me

our present route is impractical.

I'd rather take the

advice of one old buffalo.

A buffalo? Oh, come now, General.

This railroad is being built

on an old buffalo trail.

Those animals are practical

travelers, Mr. Barrows.

And I never knew one that changed

his route for financial reasons.

And we can't do it and reach

Ogden before the Central.

My only concern, General Grant, is

to lay an honest stretch of track.

(Dodge) Mr. Barrows wants

90 miles of additional track.

If that is ordered, then I

must resign as Chief Engineer.

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Walter DeLeon (May 3, 1884 – August 1, 1947) was an American screenwriter. He wrote for 69 films that were released between 1921 and 1953, and acted in one film. He was born in Oakland, California, and died in Los Angeles, California. more…

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