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