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Damn it, this is ridiculous. |
At least the thing's not that fast. We just follow it. Whenever it stops, we're there, waiting. |
That's right... That's good. |
Jim, are you all right? |
No, I'm not all right. They got away. And we can't even follow them. They can get off the tracks anywhere they want. |
Which is why we're heading to Houston, Texas. Home of the Loveless Steam Engine Works. |
If you don't mind my asking, were you always the way you are? |
What way is that? |
So... spontaneous. All that leaping off buildings and Chinese fighting and whatnot. |
"Spontaneous." I like that. Most people say something like "hare brained reckless sonofabitch." |
Well... that, too. |
Nothing much to it really. When I was younger I got into a pretty bad runin with the Wyler Boys. I saw them coming. But I didn't act fast enough. Secondguessed myself. And it cost me... cost me dearly. |
So... what happened? |
Those kids, they took my wagon. Never got it back. |
Uh... how long ago was this? |
I was six. And ever since, my policy is: Act first and worry later. |
You might have mentioned you had that. |
I thought all you needed were your fists and your gun. |
Strange... you'd think he'd have this place better guarded. |
I find most criminals slip up somewhere... |
They're so precious when they're asleep. |
You really enjoy yourself, don't you? |
Can you fill me in here? |
Sure. We have no idea what's going on. |
Thank you. |
Come on, let's at least see if we can find Dr. Pemberton. |
You go ahead. I'll stick with Loveless. |
Know what this is? |
Sure. It's a windup... thing. |
A cylinder recorder. My own design. |
This is good. |
Shhh! Come on. Tell us something! |
Oh, damn! That's it. |
It's better than nothing. |
It is? |
He's going to put on a pith helmet and kill some guy named Willard. |
No record of him. |
You'd think if Loveless is going to kill him he could at least be a prominent citizen. |
What's this? |
Sounds like a train. Looks like a train. |
Yes. And a much nicer one than ours. |
Willard... |
It's not a guy... |
It's a town! |
Got to be somewhere that's hot. He said it was "damnably hot." |
That rules out Willard, Vermont; Willard, Minnesota... Willard, New Mexico? |
Damn, I wish this thing would go faster. |
Relax. We're almost there. |
We oughta get a couple of those rockets. Voom! We're there before we left! |
What is that? |
This? I'm testing a new spirit gum, to see how it holds. |
And people are actually fooled by that? |
My disguises have helped me solve many a difficult case. I spent three years on the stage, you know. Remind me sometime to regale you with my Lear. |
Not again. |
I adjusted it. |
So the idea is if a guy punches me, he really hurts his hand? |
You said it popped out too easily. Nothing's ever good enough for you, is it? |
When we find him, he is mine. |
Oh, no, we split him fiftyfifty. |
What if these tracks are just leading us to an Indian village or some old coot's mining claim? |
Not likely. There must be tracks of twenty different wagons. Freight wagons, carriages, buckboards... |
Excellent detective work, sir. You should have the honor of going first. |
Oh, thank you. |
My pleasure. |
Artemus, you ready for this? His next target is Albuquerque. |
What? President Grant is...! |
I know! I know! |
I don't have to tell you what that would do to our careers! |
We've got to stop him right here, now! With that armored steam engine of his it'll be a slaughter. |
I'd love to stop him, but have you noticed the hundred armed men? |
There's only seventyeight. |
Oh, well, then let's kick some ass! |
It was in your book. |
Well, hell, maybe we do have a chance. |
Are those just button buttons or...? |
Of course not. |
My hat is off to you, sir. |
Thank you. |
God in heaven, what is that?! |
That's... that's the criminal mind about to stomp our sorry butts! |
My God! He's so excessive! |
Where have you been? |
Pull the balloon right in front of him! We'll board the damn thing! |
Oh, I see, an easy plan! |
The machine was stopped! It seemed like a perfect time to disable it! Why'd you have to throw it into full throttle?! |
He was going to shoot me! Do you mind?! |
All right, all right... It'll be okay. I mean, eventually it'll just run out of steam. |
In the next two minutes? |
Artemus! Look at that. Brand spanking new. She's a beauty, huh? Let's get rolling. |
What is this? A whole new train? |
Well, sure. Didn't you get your orders? |
Well, we'll stay in touch... you know. |
I'm sure we will. |
What? You're going to drive off without even saying hi? |
Hi, Sandy. |
Why don't you come in, have a drink? |
Can't. Got a passenger. |
I can't, Sandy. I've got to run. |
I'll bet. Look, Sam. Why don't you come by this weekend. We'll take the boat out... |
Sorry, Sandy. I've got plans. |
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