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Mr. Thaddeus Rains, sir, it is a pleasure to have you join us in the field.
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And it is my pleasure to be here.
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Really!
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NO! It is NOT my pleasure to have to leave my board room to come to this godforsaken piece of dirt to discover why in the name of all that is holy you cannot seem to evict a few simple farmers from their PATHETIC LITTLE MUDHOLES so that I may build the GREATEST railroad that this country has ever seen!
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I can completely understand your distress, sir.
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Parker, tell me what's going on so I can return as quickly as possible to Boston and my whores and cigars, not necessarily in that order.
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Two weeks ago, we managed to arrange to have the Army hang one of the local farmers.
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Good.
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Unfortunately not, sir. A gang of local thugs managed to rescue him from the gallows. Not only has this inspired resistance from the other farmers, the redoubtable Mr. Alan Pinkerton was seriously injured during the incident.
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Leaving you in charge of operations until he recovers.
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Yes sir.
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Just perfect.
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A further impediment is that the Army garrison has been ordered to move on from Liberty. We will no longer have that particular stick with which to threaten the farmers.
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You see the Army leaving and you see the loss of a tool. I see a power void to be filled. As we have the most power, we may move with impunity.
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I see. I'll get together four patrols of our detectives for action tonight.
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I'll teach these podunks what happens when they challenge the righteousness of progress.
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They exchanged fire with the Pinkerton Guards, killing several of them. Then they raided the payroll office and blew the tracks for half a mile.
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How much did they get from the safe?
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Thirtyfive thousand, sir. Coins and currency. And the delay from the miles of destroyed track
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I'll kill them for blowing up my railway!
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To be precise, they didn't blow up the tracks.
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THEN WHO DID?!
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We did.
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Your men knew the risks.
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What is going on here, man?
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With my money!
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We should go burn that school to the ground, sir!
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The final route for the railroad is complete.
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I look forward to seeing it.
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Parker.
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Sir?
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What is that?
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What, sir?
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That.
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Oh, that. I'll let Jenkins explain.
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This is him.
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I remember you.
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How did you know?
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Not such a menace now, is he, Pinkerton?
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Well, this land is about to be condemned.
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I'm doing you folks a favor
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Relax, Alan. The Army has this all in hand. And Mr. Thaddeus Rains will be very pleased with this news. Nothing like a hanging to motivate the populace to relocate.
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It's not my job to relax. I've put men facing out both ways down Main Street, so nobody can ride in shooting. I've got a sharpshooter up on the water tower just in case.
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My professional opinion is that you have managed to piss off the wrong bunch of farm boys this time.
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They had to be dealt with!
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By burning down their homes?
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How can that be?
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They donate money to farmers, to churches. Rumor has it they gave the sharecroppers of Maddox so much money they were able to build a school.
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There's only four of them...
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Move you fools!
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Why, yeah.
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I hope you don't mind, Jesse James told me your name.
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Oh, you were talking to Jesse.
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Yes, but just so I could find out who you were.
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Really?
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I hope I'm not being too forward.
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Not at all.
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I just though you were awful cute.
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Thank you, Miss ?
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Lyla Devereux.
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Gosh, that's a pretty name. Buy you a drink?
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Could we go upstairs and talk? It's so loud down here.
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Why don't we get a bottle of sherry to sip while we talk?
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That is so gentlemanly of you.
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Devereux. My brother Cole dated a European girl once.
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Really?
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Don't talk about it much, though.
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And you're too young.
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I'm the same age you were when you went off to war.
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And the same age Web was. No.
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I like that.
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No.
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You okay, Jesse?
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Yeah. Hey, are you drinking whisky? You're too young to be drinking whisky.
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Not too young to shoot a man, not to young to drink.
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I guess so.
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I was always jealous Web Mimms got to go off and fight with you and Cole. Now it's my turn.
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Jim, you been with a girl yet?
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Tonight? Why, I'm just getting ready to turn on the Younger charm.
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Well, not exactly.
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You been with a girl ever?
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Hell yeah! I been with... Uh, not exactly. It's just, I don't want to get one of these paid ladies, you know?
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I think so.
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You and Frank and Cole, and even Bob, get all these girls because you're good looking and famous. You don't have to pay. They just look at me like I'm the baby brother. Don't tell anyone, okay Jesse?
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I swear.
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Tell you something else. I can't drink that good neither. I'm going to go outside and throw up.
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You do that.
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What about that Rock Island bastard?
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It's his money. He's putting up the payroll out of his own fortune. You do want to hurt Thaddeus Rains, don't you Jesse?
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... too young for whisky...
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This time we'll make an exception.
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Jesse, you explain to Lyla. My girl, you know, from that time...
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You're gonna tell her when you're resting up in bed with her, Jimmy.
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This is unusual. Most of our marriages are members of the congregation.
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You don't think God'll mind, do you?
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The Lord is remarkably tolerant of the charitable. "Jesse Woodson James." Jesse James? The Jesse James?
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I could have lied I suppose, but I want this marriage to be legal. I just want you to know, I'm trying to start a new life here. I'm depending on your...
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Discretion? Sir, I am a man of the cloth.
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Thank you.
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Who needs to repair a leaky church roof.
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