- 先生. 去哪裡? - 搭去芝加哥的火車. 銀線號.
我幫你拿行李, 先生.
謝謝你. 謝謝你.
謝謝.
- 那些會議代表在行李車上幹什麼?
嗯, 嗯, 嗯. 這還不算大件事嗎?
我還以為那些嬉皮士在車上 已經夠糟糕了. 現在他們的父輩也來了.
- 噢, 我們必須帶上瑪麗·露. - 她和我們的聚會有個約會.
來吧, 乘務員! 我們在路軌上進行表演!
噢, 噢, 噢. 不好意思, 先生.
哈囉. 是這裡嗎?
頭等廂. 是的, 先生. 這裡上.
小心落腳.
- 這是你的廂房, 先生 - 好的, 非常感謝.
- 謝謝你, 先生. 旅途愉快. - 拜拜.
先生, 你需要將所有的 包放在上面嗎?
要不我可以將一部分放在下面那頭.
- 當然, 當然. 我只需要這個和那個. - 好的.
- 這個拿走. 公事包留在這裡. - 我來拿那個.
- 這是床嗎? - 是的. 過一小會兒我就可以鋪好.
好的, 謝謝. 那這是...
- 抽水馬桶和洗手盆, 先生. - 是啊.
- 不錯, 夠大. - 很方便.
- 這部分隔斷是什麼? - 噢, 打開那裡就會變成雙人套房.
很多度蜜月夫婦會...
- 打電話來訂這種套房. - 對不起.
- 我不是有意的. 門閂好像卡住了.
萬事都變了. 你說了什麼?
沒有! 沒有. 我-我同意你說的一切.
- 我現在只想放鬆一下. - 很好, 很好.
那就靜下來享受一個愉快旅途.
途中雖不會有太讓人激動的事, 但我們會將你準時送達.
- 好啦. - 好好休息.
- 非常感謝. 拜拜. - 晚安.
請登車!
再見, 洛杉磯! 再見!
你喜歡這種香水嗎?
我自己配的.
很好. 很不錯.
很了不起, 是吧? 是的, 先生.
我們離開洛杉磯, 上行去內華達...
進入科羅拉多, 穿越洛磯山...
上行到坎薩斯城, 堪薩斯.
在那裡有個城鎮叫阿什蘭, 密蘇裡.
橫過大密西西比.
兩天半後, 到達伊利諾州芝加哥.
- 很長一段旅程, 對吧? - 嗯-嗯.
- 你是芝加哥人? - 不是, 洛杉磯人.
我是芝加哥人. 我叫鮑勃·斯威特.
溫柔的男人, 刻毒的小孩.
- 喬治·考德維爾. - 是嗎?
耶, 喬治, 你從事哪行?
- 出版業. - 不會吧? 來. 坐這裡.
- 謝謝. - 我是作維他命生意的.
嗯-嗯. 這兒. 給你一個樣品. 維他命 "E."
會讓人“老當益壯”啊.
但它真的會讓人精力充沛, 我這可不是在開玩笑.
Have you had a chance yet to check out the action?
沒有. 事實上, 這是我第一次坐火車.
- 開玩笑吧? - 沒有.
Come on. Well, you're in for the ride of your life.
- Oh, yeah? - You just pick out a little chickie, my friend...
and it's hug and munch all the way to Chicago.
Really?
I do it all the time. I tell my boss that I'm afraid of flying...
and I get this action twice a year.
It's a cathouse on wheels.
No... Hey, listen. Come on.
It's something about the movement of the train that does it.
All that motion makes a girl horny.
Well, I'll tell you, Bob.
I'm not really interested in a shipboard romance. I took the train...
- to rest and get a lot of reading done. - Hold it, hold it.
Right there, 喬治. I believe I see my chickie for tonight.
Hi, there. Can I, uh, buy you a drink?
I have one. Thank you.
Well, I'll just, uh, join you then, huh?
That's an old-fashioned, bartender.
You go all the way?
What?
I said, do you go all the way... to Chicago?
Oh. Yes, I do.
Well, then maybe we can do it together.
- Do what? - Go to Chicago.
I mean, you know, we're gonna be, uh...
stuck on this train together, and we can't jump off.
Do you feel that motion?
- Are you hot? - What?
I said, are you hot?
Lady, I am always hot.
Maybe I can cool you down.
How's the latch? May I?
Yes. Please, sit down.
What a nice surprise.
I said, how's the latch? We have connecting rooms.
The latch. Good. It's good. It's fine. Thank you.
It's a little bit rusty, but nothing serious.
I'll get the porter to look at it.
There's no rush, is there?
Would you folks like a cocktail?
Uh, a martini on the rocks with a twist.
- Two. - Yes, sir.
我叫喬治·考德維爾.
Hilly Burns.
- Hilly Burns? - Yes.
That's short for Hildegard. What's that pencil for?
Oh, you have to fill out your own menu card.
"One macedoine of fruit, beef Oriental, rice, carrots...
coffee, apple pie a la mode. "
- You print very well. - Thanks.
I'll have the same thing.
You do it for me.
I can't even read my own writing.
I don't do shorthand, and I can't type.
What do you do for a living?
我是個秘書.
- 那, 你是怎麼保住自己的工作的? - 我打電話很拿手.
我很討人喜歡.
- 你去芝加哥? - 是的. 去參加我妹妹的婚禮.
為什麼乘火車? 害怕飛行?
不是, 我不怕飛行.
我, 啊... 我只是想找點“悶子”.
那你呢?
Oh, my new boss likes the old-fashioned ways.
He's just written a book on Rembrandt...
and he's gonna kick off his publicity campaign...
with a lecture at the Art Institute.
Oh, yes? I'm in publishing. What's his name?
Professor Arthur Schreiner. Have you heard of him?
No.
Most people haven't.
He's, um... He's been a recluse working on this book for about 20 years.
- Where is he now? - Oh, he's in bed...
with a glass of hot milk and molasses.
He's a health nut. What do you publish?
Oh, mostly nonfiction.
Gardening, cook books, how-to-do-it books.
Like sex manuals?
- I've edited a few. - An authority, huh?
I know what goes where... and why.
That's very interesting. Are you married?
- Divorced. - How come?
My friends all told me that my wife was too good for me...
and after a couple of years I decided they were right.
Sounds sad.
You say that your boss is in art history. Is that what you're interested in?
Not really.
I just got this job because I was available. I was willing to travel.
Would you like some wine with this meal?
Oh, what a question.
Um, we'll have a bottle of the Mouton Cadet.
Very good, sir.
- You do that very well. - I give great French.
- He'll never talk. - We gotta find those papers.
Come on. We'll look in his compartment.
So that was your introduction to high society?
Look, he was very good to me.
He taught me everything from the pill to Picasso.
- What was missing? - A marriage license.
Is that what you want?
I did then.
Right now, I'd like some more champagne.
Uh-oh. Shall I get another bottle?
Two.
This place seems to be closing down.
Why don't we take our glasses...
and go to our rooms?
We could even open the connecting door.
We could even break down the whole partition.
- I'll speak to the porter. - I'll get the champagne.
You were right. It's that motion.
I didn't understand it, but you were right.
Good night.
- Rapist! - No, no, no, no!
Pardonez-moi, por favor.
Excuse me.
Um, this won't take a minute.
Good.
Excellent. These are all right. Sorry. Good evening.
Come in.
This is very nice.
- Would you like some champagne? - Yes.
I can't get over the size of this room without the partition.
They are small rooms by themselves.
- They're perfect for juggling. - For what?
For juggling. When you practice...
the balls would always bounce off the walls.
Do you juggle as lot?
I know what goes where and why.
I like that song.
If I ever hear it again...
it'll be difficult not to think of you.
You put that very nicely.
Thanks.
To traveling by train.
Trains that pass in the night.
- You like my new shoes? - Yes, I do.
Why don't you take them off? You can put them in that little locker over there...
and the porter will have them shined for you in the morning.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
That's terrific.
- Is that the master's work? - Mm-hmm.
He gave me this copy for safe keeping.
Do you want to read it?
No.
Slide over.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
Very.
- 喬治? - Hmm?
Do you really edit sex manuals?
I really, really do.
- But I have a confession to make. - Oh?
I'm much better at books on gardening.
- Really? - That's my specialty.
Well...
is there anything that you might wanna pass on?
- You mean about gardening? - Yes.
Some helpful hints for the beginner.
Well...
One tip is...
always be nasty to nasturtiums.
- Is that so? - They love that.
- They like it rough? - The rougher, the better.
Great.
What else should I know?
I could teach you the secret of how to treat azaleas.
Oh, tell me. I'm all ears.
I can see that.
Well...
just treat them the same way as you would a begonia.
- No kidding? - That's gospel.
You mean what you're saying is what's good for azaleas is good for begonias?
- You got it. - 喬治, this is fascinating.
I thought you'd be interested.
I'd like to delve deeper.
- Be my guest. - Thank you.
- 喬治? - Hmm?
What would happen if you treated an azalea like a nasturtium?
Ahh.
Now, this is the really interesting part.
What is it, 喬治?
- Did you see it? Did you see that man? - What?
- What man? - There was a man hanging outside this window.
- He was shot in the head. - What?
Hilly, a dead man fell off the roof.
I saw it. His coat was stuck.
- Ohh. - 喬治.
Oh. I should do something.
I should report it. Maybe they could stop the train.
喬治, I'm sure you saw something.
You probably saw a kid's kite or an old newspaper out...
Look! Like that.
You see, 喬治, it could have been anything out there.
But his eyes were so clear.
I think they were clearer than your head.
- You imagined this, 喬治. - I didn't. I know I didn't.
Then why don't you call the conductor and tell him your story?
I feel dizzy.
You know what? Here. Lie down here, 喬治.
Ohh!
Whew! If this is what the D.T. S are like...
I'm gonna give up the bottle for life.
The mind plays funny tricks on you all the time.
You know that, 喬治.
Come on. Relax. It's okay.
Relax.
That sure is a pretty song.
Yes, it is.
You're very beautiful, Hilly.
I like you too, 喬治.
Hilly. Hilly.
- Hilly, wake up. - Hi, 喬治.
Hilly, the man that I saw outside the window last night... this is him.
That's my boss. That's Professor Schreiner.
I know it. That's what I'm talking about.
- What time is it, 喬治? - It's just after 8:00.
8:00? Oh, no. Wake me up again when it's after 10:00.
Hilly, this man has been murdered.
Well...
Why don't you...
go down the hall and discuss it with him?
And then come back here and discuss it with me.
He's just right past the diner, room "C."
Hilly, I didn't imagine it.
Good night, 喬治. You're a wonderful gardener.
- Rapist. - Oh!
Hey, 喬治, you devil. Come on. Join me for coffee.
All right. I'll be right back. I just have to check on something.
Yeah? What do you want?
- I'd like to see Professor Schreiner, please. - Yeah? Who are you?
My name is 喬治·考德維爾.
You a friend of the professor?
No, not exactly. I'm a friend of his secretary's.
We were a little worried about him.
Yeah? What are you worried about?
Can't I talk to the professor?
- What are you doing in there? - I think you're sticking your nose in where it don't belong.
You and that broad are gonna get yourself in trouble.
In fact, she's already in trouble.
- You're the one who's in trouble, mister, not me. - Reace!
Get rid of this bum.
Wh... What are you doing? Who is that?
Hey! Listen, you big lummox, let me go! What the hell are you doing?
Are you crazy? What the hell's the matter with you?
All right, listen, buster, you're in trouble...
and I mean big trouble, because I'm reporting you.
Oh, no, you can't be serious.
Wait a minute. All right. Enough's enough. If you're willing to forget it...
I don't believe this! Are you kidding?
Son of a bitch!
This is terrific!
Yea!
Uh...
If that's you, Pepe, you're in one heap of trouble.
No, it's not Pepe.
- Where's Pepe? - I don't know. My name is 喬治...
Goddamn it, I knew it! He's gone off again with that no accountin' Manuel.
- My name is 喬治·考德維爾. - Those two get together, smoke a little weed.
Next thing you know, they're off buzzing the turkeys in the pickup.
- Excuse me, dear. - I should've fired him 30 years ago.
Excuse me. Do you think I could use your telephone?
- Telephone? - Yes.
- You ain't from around here, are you? - No, I'm lost.
I'm not lost, but I was thrown off of the Silver Streak.
Thrown off? That a fact? Tell me, is there a woman in this?
Well, there's a girl, but...
I knew it.
No, no, no. It's nothing to do with what you're thinking.
Actually, she's in a great deal of danger. That's why I have to use your telephone...
so I can call the police and have those people who threw me off the train arrested.
- Well, it sounds like you're in an awful hurry. - I am.
- That's what I'm trying to tell you. - That suits me just fine...
'cause I'm running a little bit late myself.
- Tell you what, Steve. - 喬治.
- Hmm? - 喬治·考德維爾.
- Rita Babtree. - How do you do?
If you'll finish milking old Harriet over there...
I'll go in and change and you can ride into town with me.
- Oh, great! - The sheriff's a good friend of mine.
Wonderful. Just tell me what I have to do.
Well, you just take this bucket and milk her.
Milk her? I've never milked a cow before.
Cut the gas, Steve. You're a grown man.
I'm sure you've had some similar experience.
Look, you just sit down, take a tit in each hand...
- and let nature take its course. - All right.
These cows are so full...
it's like tapping a trip valve on Niagara Falls.
I'll go in and change and meet you outside in 10 minutes.
All right. I'll do my best.
Hello.
Uh...
Let's see.
Just be nice. Be nice.
Wait a minute.
Something's wrong. You've got four of them.
Oop.! Come on, Harriet.
Come on. Give me a break.
Nice, fresh milk. Here it comes.
Nothing's coming out though. Here we go.
All right, now, I know I'm a slow starter, but where's Niagara Falls?
Hey, Steve, whatcha doin'?
I was just looking at my schedule for the Silver Streak.
No, I don't mean that. I mean, why are you sittin' in that car?
- We ain't goin' in that. - We aren't?
No.! Come on, Steve. Follow me.
Put these packages in the front seat...
and I'll get the wheel blocks.
I sure hope Pepe filled it with enough gas.
We're not going in that, are we?
What's the matter? You afraid of flyin'?
No, no. I'm not afraid.
Great, 'cause it ain't no fun soarin'with a turkey.
Look out for the windmill. Look out for the windmill!
- You okay with those packages? - Yeah, I guess so.
Well, it won't be long.
We should be in Stavely by 2:00.
2:00? That's two and a half hours from now.
- Where's Stavely? - Sixty miles the other side of Albuquerque.
- Wait a minute. - What'd you say?
The Silver Streak stops there at 2:27.
If we got there by 2:00, the sheriff could meet the train when it arrives.
Yeah, I suppose so.
- This is fabulous! - Ain't it the truth?
They talk of the joy of sex, but it don't last like the fun of flyin'.
Look! There's the Silver Streak.!
Yeah.!
- I think we're going to make it. - Look at those sheep down there.
Don't they make a lovely sight? I'm just itchin'to buzz 'em.
To do what?
- You never buzzed sheep? - I don't think so.
Hold on, Steve! We're going in!
Look at those little critters run.!
Come on.! Let's buzz 'em again.! Whoo-hoo.!
Here we are.
- Hello, Rita. - Hi, Burt. Is the sheriff in?
- He's over at Clancey's Dairy. He'll be back in about... - Look!
There's the Silver Streak.!
Thank you. Thank you, Rita.
- Don't you wanna go get the sheriff? - No time! Thank you, dear.
- Good-bye.! - So long, Steve.
喬治!
This time, try to stay on!
Come on! Come on!
Jump up! Jump!
You got it!
Whoo-hoo! All right!
- Hey, welcome aboard. - Don't you just love train travel?
- I love it. - Loves it.
I asked you to join me for breakfast. This is lunch.
Sorry. I lost track of time.
Oh, uh, yeah?
Well, what were you doin' back there? Gettin' a little ass?
No, I was squeezing tits.
You are a sexy devil, aren't you?
Kind of worked up a sweat too, didn't ya, you horny bastard?
Well, what do you expect?
I mean, she's a hot little number.
And he's very heavy competition.
You know him?
Doesn't everybody know him? That's Roger Devereau.
He's Chicago's own jet-setter.
I mean, you know, he's a big cheese on the Art Institute, something like that.
Like I say, very heavy competition.
Are you gonna take him on?
Very well. Say, uh, 3:15?
All right.
喬治.
Are you all right?
What's the matter?
- Honey, what's the matter? - What's the matter?
Who left who? Last time I saw you...
you were gonna go visit the professor.
- Hilly, the professor is dead. I'm sure of it. - 喬治...
Listen to me. I went to his room this morning, and he wasn't there.
Two dumb thugs were looking through his things.
They pushed me out of his room and threw me off the train.
- Threw you off? - The point is, they were searching for something.
I don't know what, but they've killed the professor for it...
and now I'm positive they're gonna go after you.
We've gotta get off the train and contact the police.
- No, 喬治, you've got it all mixed up. - I don't have it mixed up.
I'm just worried about you.
Hello, Roger. Um, this is my friend 喬治·考德維爾. Roger Devereau.
How do you do?
喬治 has just been telling me how he'd been thrown off the train.
Oh, you're the one? I'm so pleased to see you. Are you all right?
- Yes, I'm fine. - Oh, that's good news.
As soon as I was told, I contacted the police in Albuquerque...
and told them to spare no expense to make sure you were safe.
Reace... he's like a child... got off the train and tried to find you...
say he was sorry.
- How did you get back on? - Who's Reace?
He's the one that threw you off.
You must remember him... a large man with not very attractive dental work.
I do remember, but what does he got to do with you?
He works for me. He's my chauffeur.
Not very bright, but extremely loyal.
And naturally, I assume total responsibility for all his actions...
and will pay for any damages.
- And what about that other fellow? - Hmm?
I met another man this morning. Does he work for you too?
Oh, yes, of course. You don't know the entire story, do you?
Early this morning, I was having breakfast with Professor Schreiner...
and he wanted to show me some important papers...
connected with his book.
But, unfortunately, they were missing.
So we searched his compartment twice...
and eventually we discovered them in his trunk in the baggage room.
It was something of an upset, but if you know the professor...
you'll know he's slightly absent-minded.
Mr. Devereau, I'm very confused.
I don't understand how you could've had breakfast with Professor Schreiner.
喬治 thinks the professor's been murdered.
- Murdered? - That's right, last night.
That's extraordinary. Why should you think that?
Because I saw him fall off the roof of this train just outside this window.
- He was shot in the head. - You were in this compartment?
- I was lying right here. - Eh...
Hilly, you'll have to go back to my compartment, straighten it out.
That man Whiney doesn't know what he's doing. Devereau.
Mr. Caldwell, allow me to introduce Professor Schreiner.
- Professor Schreiner, Mr. Caldwell. - Hello.
- How do you do? - Hmm. What did you do to your jacket?
Mr. Caldwell is the man that Reace inadvertently threw off the train.
Oh, yes.
That stupid person. I do hope you weren't hurt.
No, no. I'm all right.
I suppose I'm to blame for this morning's fracas.
After all, none of this would've happened...
if I hadn't misplaced the Rembrandt letters.
The what?
It doesn't matter. I'm so glad that you're all right...
and managed to get back on the train.
Oh, Professor? Professor, I put back as much... I put back...
Hey, how'd you get here?
Mr. Caldwell, allow me to introduce an associate of mine, Mr. Whiney.
If an apology is due, I'm sure that he'd be prepared to make it.
It's a pity that Reace is not here to do the same.
Reace, that moron. It was all his fault.
I was looking for the papers. I never touched you, did I?
- No, no. - See?
It's been very hectic for me. I think I'll have a scotch and lie down.
Why don't you use my compartment?
Thank you. I will. Hilly...
will you help him with that mess?
Mr. Caldwell, it's been nice meeting you.
I hope the rest of the trip for both of us is a little less exhilarating.
Let's hope so.
Well, I think I've made a silly fool of myself this morning.
- No, no, not at all. - No, no, I did.
I was just sticking my nose into a lot of stuff that's none of my business...
and coming up with some crazy ideas.
You were right. I guess I was imagining a lot of things last night.
Probably the champagne.
Oh, 喬治.
- Well... - Here.
- Let me clean your jacket. - Oh, that's all right.
I have another one. We get to Chicago tomorrow...
and I did come on this trip to do some work.
So I'll say good-bye.
- Couldn't you possibly join us for dinner? - Oh, yes, do.
Thanks. No. I think I'll just eat in my room.
This latch... seems to be stuck.
I'll get the porter to fix it right away.
What are you up to there, lover boy?
Hello, 鮑勃·斯威特.
- Hello, Bobby. - How are ya?
- Huh? - I'm all right.
Better yet, uh, what are you? A miniature alcoholic?
Did you know that the Blanard Tunnel...
- was the highest point on this line? - Yeah, I knew that.
Did you know that when we reach it, I intend to be higher?
Just don't fall off, huh? Okay?
Oh, no. I've left this train once already.
- That's enough. - You have? What do you mean?
Last night...
just as I was about to...
kiss my beautiful blonde...
I saw her boss hanging outside the window.
Wait. You saw her boss, Professor Schreiner, huh?
- That's him. - Yeah.
That's the fellow.
He was shot in the head.
I knew that I had been drinking...
so I went to see the professor this morning...
and I found this little weasel of a guy in his room.
- Edgar Whiney. - That's him.
- How did you know that? - Oh, I-I know. I just know.
Go on, go on.
Well, then this huge mountain with a gold mine stuck in his gums...
picked me up and threw me off the train.
What... But you never saw the professor, huh?
No, I saw him. I saw him this afternoon.
- Where? - In Hilly's compartment.
See, the man I saw last night was a hallucination.
- What did he look like? - Who?
The professor, you know, that you saw this afternoon.
Like his picture.
Did he, uh, say anything to you?
Why are you asking me all these questions?
- Did he say anything... - Nothing, nothing.
He was tired and wanted to have a scotch.
You don't have any ice in your drink.
That's it! Scotch! Listen.
See, you didn't have a hallucination.
The professor's been murdered. The guy you saw this afternoon was a fake.
- Oh, no. - Yeah. Listen.
I talked to the real professor last night. I mean it.
He didn't wanna have anything to do with Mr. Devereau.
Besides that, he's a health nut. Doesn't touch alcohol.
Oh, Bobby, just because you're a vitamin salesman?
My name is Stevens. I'm a federal agent.
We've been working on this case for two and a half years.
Well, what are you tailing the professor for?
I am not tailing the professor. I'm tailing Devereau.
- Come on. Let's go. - Wait a minute. What about Hilly?
Don't worry about it. They're not gonna kill her till we get to Chicago.
I don't even think they'll try to kill you till then. Come on.
Devereau's men must've brought the professor back here after 9:00 last night.
- How do you figure that? - Because I left him at 9:00...
and because this is the easiest access to the roof.
Somehow, he must've escaped.
He got out to this ladder, then ran back down the train before they shot him.
You're not going up there, are you?
Yeah. The Blanard Tunnel is up ahead.
Come on up and keep a lookout, will ya?
All right, I'll try.
What did you find?
It was hooked on a protruding bolt.
Then I was right. I did see him.
I'll bet Devereau has already got the body...
picked up and placed in cold storage someplace.
Too bad. He was a sweet old guy.
Buy why did he have to kill the professor?
He was going to be embarrassed by the findings in the professor's book.
Two of the institute's Rembrandts...
both bought and authenticated by Devereau...
were going to be proved forgeries.
The professor had the proof in his possession.
I asked him last night, "What was the proof?"
He told me I was going to have to wait for his lecture.
And Devereau wasn't going to wait.
No.
I think the idea was to kidnap the professor...
then kill him...
and then substitute some phony look-alike...
who would botch the lecture and discredit the book.
We've gotta find the proof.
But they have the proof. They have it.
That's what Whiney and everyone was looking for this morning... the Rembrandt letters.
- They said that they found them in the professor's trunk. - They're lying.
That's the first place they would've looked...
before they started turning his room upside down.
No! No, the professor hid them someplace...
somewhere simple, as a precaution when he found out Devereau was on the train.
My God! I know where they are! Come on! Come on!
The Rembrandt letters.
Holy Toledo! I think you've found it.
This is the genuine article, penned by the old boy himself, huh?
"Rembrandt Harmenszoon Van Rijn. "
Yeah. My guess is there's a fact...
there's some kind of a date in all this that proves...
the charges the professor makes in his book.
Push the button for the porter, will ya? I wanna get the conductor...
to radio ahead to the next town.
You know, it's difficult to believe that a man was killed over those.
This is the tip of an iceberg.
You know that plane crash in Cologne, Germany last year?
That was a Devereau special. A hundred people got killed in that one.
It was just to cover up his involvement in the Metropolitan Gallery scandal.
We knew he was responsible. We couldn't pin it on him.
These letters are gonna blow his multimillion-dollar operation in art sky-high.
That's why she was so distant. They must've had her in a corner.
I want you to remember that your neck is on the line too.
You already told him you saw the real professor shot.
Yeah, I did.
- So what do I do now? - You be responsible for Hilly.
Get her off the train and to safety. I'm gonna take care of Mr. Devereau.
- Here comes the tunnel. - We'll make our move when the train gets to Dodge City.
That's appropriate, huh?
Gun smoke at the O.K. Corral.
What happened?
Bob, what happened?
Put-Put 'em back.
Go on, now. Do it. Get my gun. Take my gun.
Take my gun. Go on. Get the girl off the train, okay?
Go on.!
You know, I got a funny feeling this bullet was meant for you.
Shoot.! That man's dead.!
- Holy moly, you shot him! - I didn't... No.
- No! Wait a minute! - He's been shot!
A man's been shot!
I didn't shoot him!
Hey. Hey, you're not...
Hey! He's not dead!
Hold it! Don't move, or I'll shoot!
Son of a bitch!
Wait! Wait!
Wait!
Wait! Hello!
Hello! Hello, please! Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
Wait a... Come on, please! Stop!
Please... Bastard!
Thanks a lot, Eddie.
That's it, boys.!
Blow those babies' heads off!
- Excuse me. - Just a minute.
Geez, would you look at that!
Bam.! Bam, bam.!
Whoo-hoo.! That boy is somethin', ain't he?
Oops. Commercial.
- Now, what can I do for you? - I want to report a murder.
- Huh? - A murder. A man's been shot on the Silver Streak...
and there's a girl who's in great danger.
- We have to stop the train. - Now, wait a second. You say a man's been shot?
Yes.
Jumpin' Jiminy! We've never had a murder before.
Sit down. Have a cup of coffee.
Help yourself. Now, uh, let's get the facts.
What did you say your name was?
Caldwell. 喬治·考德維爾.
I'm from Los Angeles.
L.A. Okay. Who was shot?
- Actually, there were two. - Two?
Yes. The first was 鮑勃·斯威特.
- He was a federal undercover agent. - A fed? No shit?
Yes. And the second was a man by the name of Reace. I shot him.
- You shot him? - Yes. He shot Sweet.
- Because Sweet was a fed? - No, because he thought Sweet was me.
- Reace shot Sweet, and you shot Reace? - Right.
- With a spear gun. - W-With a what?
You see, I took Sweet's gun, but I dropped it...
so I had to use a spear gun.
Uh, don't you... can't we call someone?
Wait a second. You say you shot Reace with a spear?
Yes. He was going to shoot me.
- With a spear? - No, with a bullet!
- He shot the professor. - Who shot the professor?
- Reace. - Reace shot Sweet!
- And the professor. - Makes three.
Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. The professor was shot last night.
Uh, can't we just do all of this later?
- Was there anyone else? - Anyone else what?
- Shot! - No. No.
But there will be soon if we don't stop the train.
Please, just pick up the phone and call your superiors.
Tell them I have the Rembrandt letters.
- That's why the professor was shot. - Was he with the feds?
- Who? - This guy Rembrandt.
Rembrandt is dead.
Dead? That makes four.
Listen, feller, you sure you're not makin' this up as you go along?
I'm an officer of the law and I got better things to do than listen to that funnin'.
That's my hot line. Now, you take the time to get your facts straight.
When I come back, I want your answers clear and to the point.
Got that? And you can start with who shot Rembrandt.
Hello. Yeah.
This is Chauncey.
No shit!
Jumpin' Jiminy! He's sittin' right here in my office.
That's right.
Came in here spoutin' some bull about shootin' some people on the train, wanted to confess.
I knew he was a loony right off.
Oh, yeah. Don't you worry. I've handled loonies before.
Gotcha.
Sheriff, I'm sorry. I guess I was a little rattled before. It must've sounded crazy to you.
Oh, that's perfectly all right, Mr. Caldwell.
That is what you said your name was, didn't you? 喬治·考德維爾?
Yeah. Um, I really think that we oughta get on the phone to Washington.
If they heard what I have to say, they would stop the train.
Oh, yeah. Them boys in Washington, they're pretty smart.
You ever watch 'em on TV? Bam, bam.
Sheriff, listen to me! They know all about Sweet and Devereau.
I figured that the Silver Streak should be in Kansas in an hour.
We could stop the train at Scott City or maybe Dodge.
All right, mister! Keep your hands where they are, and we'll have no trouble!
- Give me that! - Don't shoot.
"Don't shoot"? You stupid, ignorant, son-of-a-bitch, dumb bastard!
Jesus Christ! I've met some dumb bastards in my time, but you outdo them all!
Get over there! What the hell do you think I'm doing?
I come here to help a girl who may be killed at any minute; you're playing cops and robbers!
There ain't no way you're gonna get away with this!
Get a... Pick up the phone!
Pick it up!
- We know who you are. - What are you talking about?
That was the county sheriff. They're comin' to get you.
Get me for what?
For killin' a vitamin salesman on the Silver Streak.
He was no vitamin salesman. He was a federal agent. They should know that.
If you'll just put down that gun and come along quietly.