Union Pacific Page #5
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- 1939
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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
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...
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
our present route is impractical.
I'd rather take the
advice of one old buffalo.
A buffalo? Oh, come now, General.
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
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