"You're a born horse-trader, Heyes." "Oops." "What are you doing?" "Keep walking." "It's him, isn't it?" "Remember Kingsberg?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "It's him." "He didn't see us, did he?" "No, I saw him first." "What's he doing here?" "Well, from the badge, I'd say he's employed here." "In the Sheriff's office." "HEYES:" "Maybe he's just passing through." "No, Heyes, it's you and me that's just passing through." "NARRA TOR:" "Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry, the two most successful outlaws in the history of the West." "And in all the trains and banks they robbed, they never shot anyone." "This made our two Iatter-day Robin Hoods very popular with everyone but the railroads and the banks." "CURRY:" "There's one thing we gotta get, Heyes." "HEYES:" "What's that?" "CURRY:" "Out ofthis business." "LOM:" "The Governor can't come flat out and give you amnesty now." "First, you gotta prove you deserve it." "Ah, so all we have to do is just stay out of trouble till the Governor figures we deserve amnesty." "But in the meantime, we'll still be wanted." "LOM:" "Well, that's true." "Till then, only you, me and the Governor will know about it." "It'II be our secret." "(GUN FIRING)" "CURRY:" "I sure wish the Governor would let a few more people in on our secret." "NARRATOR:" "Alias Smith and Jones, starring Pete Duel and Ben Murphy." "Well, back so soon?" "Uh-huh." "We thought it over and decided selling our horses for a poker stake wasn't very good thinking." "So we're here to take 'em back." "You wanna buy a couple of horses with gear, right?" "No, no." "Same horses, same gear." "Fair enough." "Good animals, good gear." "An even $100 should cover it." "An even what?" "$100." "We just sold them to you for $80." "That's why I'm selling them to you for only $100." "No, no." "What we want is just to forget the deal we made five minutes ago." "We give you back your money and you give us back our horses and our saddles." "Well, now, I'd be out of business tomorrow if I was to sell things for the same price I pay for 'em, wouldn't I?" "We just want you to forget this one transaction, Mr. McDuff." "Not change your whole philosophy of Iife." "I can't do it." "Fellas, if you understood the principles of free enterprise, you wouldn't ask me to." "No, sir." "$100 for them two animals with gear is a real bargain." "Well, now, you just told us they weren't worth $80." "Well, now, I don't know your trade, boys, but you better stay out ofthe horse-trading profession, because you just ain't qualified." "They're worth $100." "We haven't got $100." "Well, how much you got?" "$86." "Boys, I ain't got two animals with gear in the whole place for $86." "No, I'm real sorry." "There's no doubt about it, McDuff, you're gonna die a rich man." "If you live long enough." "Well, I'II keep the price open for you boys." "Yes, sir." "Uh, sir, excuse me?" "Where's the stage depot?" "Right next to the hotel." "But the stage is gone, left an hour ago." "On the other hand, be a train through here going east, 8:00 tonight, if you happen to be going that way." "We happen to be going that way." "Thank you." "More than welcome." "What's the next stop east?" "Brimstone, 60 miles." "We'll take two tickets to Brimstone." "Not tonight, you won't." "Why not?" "The whole train's all sold out." "No seats left." "When's the next train?" "Tuesday, 4:00." "Now, I bet $10 cash could find us a pair of seats on that train." "Mister, you'd lose." "There is no way I can get you on that train." "We gotta get out of here." "Sawyer could spot us from 50 yards away." "You feel like walking 60 miles?" "You got a better idea?" "Help you, gents?" "Yeah, two tickets on the 8:00." "Sorry, all sold out." "No, you're not." "My name's Grant, this here is Mr. Gaines." "Right you are." "Yes, Mr. Grant and Mr. Gaines." "That'll be $9 apiece." "Thank you." "Have a nice trip, gentlemen." "Still all sold out." "How come they got tickets?" "They had reservations." "Fine, sell us a couple of reservations." "Sorry." "That train's all sold out." "Excuse us, gentlemen." "We kind of need to get onto that train." "Suppose you could give some help?" "What do you mean, give you some help?" "Well, they wouldn't sell us any tickets." "But they sold you a couple." "Yeah, well, we had reservations." "We'd be willing to pay you double what you paid." "No, I'm sorry." "Oh, maybe a little more." "I'm sorry." "Wait a second, Grant, I don't like this." "AII right, forget it." "No." "What's so important to you fellas about this train?" "There's another one in a day or two." "We have very important business in Brimstone." "Just won't wait." "GAINES:" "Who are you dealing with there?" "What do you care?" "Hey." "Now our getting on that train isn't all that important." "Like your friend said, just forget it, huh?" "Yeah, Fred, let's not give them a hard time." "(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)" "Hold it, fellas." "Names?" "HEYES:" "Grant." "And?" "Gaines." "Gaines." "Okay, come onboard." "Don't be cute, boys." "(TRAIN BELL RINGING)" "GRADY:" "That's the last pickup, Mr. Briscoe." "(PEOPLE CHATTERING)" "GRADY:" "AII right, men." "Now, settle down." "Settle down, everybody!" "Here's Mr. Briscoe, men." "Thank you, Mr. Grady." "Well, we're all here now, and I guess you'd Iike to know some of the details." "Now, this is a regular, scheduled train, and this afternoon it made the regular, scheduled freight pick-up at the Wash Valley Consolidated Mining Company." "But there was one big difference." "That pick-up was three times the usual amount." "Over a quarter of a million dollars." "(PEOPLE CHATTERING)" "It's in the baggage car now." "That's right." "On the way to the Denver Mint." "Now, you know and I know that this kind of information always gets out and into the hands ofthe wrong people." "So, we decided to be sure ofthat." "And we put out the rumor ourselves." "And we put that rumor out for one reason." "So it would get to the Devil's Hole Gang" "led by Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry." "Now, in the past 14 months, this train has been attacked twice by that gang." "Now we know that rumor will get back about the extra gold." "And we feel pretty sure they're gonna make a try for it." "And that's gonna be their last try." "BRISCOE:" "That's right." "Now, our next stop is Brimstone." "We figure the gang will hit us between Brimstone and the mountains." "Now, every man on this car is a qualified agent ofthe George Bannerman Detective Agency." "The best we have." "Fields and Crawly of Frisco," "Keith and Hickson, Carson City." "Well, I'II let you get acquainted among yourselves." "But, Ithink when that gang attacks we'll be ready." "Right, men?" "ALL:" "Yeah!" "(ALL EXCLAIMING)" "MAN 1:" "Every last man." "I've been waiting for 11 years to get 'em." "MAN 2:" "I've been waiting, too!" "Hey!" "Now, when every last member ofthat gang is hanging by his heels, especially Heyes and Curry, we're gonna celebrate because in that baggage car, along with the gold, are two cases of prime whiskey and we are gonna have some fun!" "(ALL CHEERING)" "Uh, Mr. Briscoe, how will we know if we get Heyes and Curry?" "You come across some pictures ofthem or something?" "No." "And, as some of you know, that's been our main problem up to this time." "However, we've solved that detail." "I imagine some of you wonder what this pretty little lady's doing here." "Well, she's not a Bannerman agent." "No, we're not hiring ladies yet." "More's the pity." "No, we owe her to Jeremiah Daley, our man from Kansas City." "The man who thought up this plan." "But why don't I let her explain?" "Gents, Miss Sara Blaine." "How do you do, gentlemen?" "I happen to be here because I have one helpful bit of knowledge." "I can identify Kid Curry and Hannibal Heyes." "(MEN CHATTERING)" "I know exactly what they look like because I know them very well." "I'II tell you why that's important." "Because the minute that gang attacks this train this pretty little lady is gonna point out both Heyes and Curry to every man here." "Now, George Bannerman himself approved this plan for one reason." "To bring in Heyes and Curry." "The rewards on those two alone will pay for this whole expedition." "(ALL CHEERING)" "MAN:" "Yes, sirree!" "BRISCOE:" "As you know, guards are posted on the gold at all times." "The next shift will be Keith and Nixon." "Gentlemen." "Well, everybody, relax, we've got a way to go and a time to wait." "We haven't had an opportunity to be introduced." "Ma'am." "Why, thank you." "I'm, uh, Grant and this is Mr. Gaines." "Oh, how do you do?" "Ma'am." "Well, now I know all the agents here." "And it's a great pleasure." "I'd sure be interested in hearing how you come to know Heyes and Curry, ma'am." "Well, it was a considerable experience, I can tell you." "One I shall never forget." "I had a feeling it might have been memorable." "A pretty girl knowing hard-case outlaws like that." "Why, thank you." "I don't think we ought to count on that gang hitting us where we figure they will." "We've gotta expect them anywhere." "Daley?" "Don't you agree?" "Why, yes, we do have to figure it that way," "I guess, Mr. Briscoe." "You remember the train they robbed just west of Cheyenne last year?" "Yeah, I read about that." "Well, I happen to have been a passenger on that train." "I was traveling alone to see my mother in Frisco when the dynamite went off." "Dynamite?" "They blew open the safe." "Oh." "It was terrible." "I read about that." "Well, I think they used a little too much dynamite." "Anyway, I was thrown to the ground behind some bushes." "Hit my head on a rock and I lay there unconscious when the train pulled out." "I didn't read about that." "Nobody did." "You see, Kid Curry found me lying there." "He and Hannibal Heyes took me back to their camp." "Then, when it was safe, a few days later, they escorted me back to Cheyenne." "They even gave me some money to go on my way." "Well, that was why I didn't say anything." "They treated me like real gentlemen and Ijust couldn't bring myselfto do anything that would hurt them." "Well, I sure am glad you decided to do the right thing." "Well, I became acquainted with Agent Daley and he convinced me that I ought to help bring them to justice." "If you'll excuse me, gentlemen." "What?" "What were you talking to them two about?" "VVhy?" "Just answer the question, will you?" "I did exactly the right thing." "They asked me about Curry and Heyes and I babbled my story." "It all looked just right." "What's wrong with you?" "Oh, there's nothing wrong with me at all." "But there's plenty wrong with our plan." "Them ain't Gaines and Grant." "What?" "They said they are." "Well, they ain't." "And that means something has gone wrong." "Now, wait a minute." "Maybe not." "At least nothing serious." "Do you have any notion at all what she's up to?" "I'm afraid I don't, Mr. Grant." "Not even a small hunch." "I'm Gaines, you're Grant." "They can't be a plant by Briscoe, it doesn't make any sense." "You go talk to them." "What about?" "About who they are." "I'm Daley." "Jeremiah Daley of the Kansas City office." "Oh, pleasure." "I'm Grant, and this here's Gaines." "No." "No, you ain't." "What?" "What do you mean?" "Well, just that." "You ain't Fred Gaines, and you ain't Carl Grant." "You sound pretty sure ofthat, are you?" "You bet I am." "I used to be in the Fort Worth office with Gaines and Grant before I was transferred to KC." "We was all there together with Harry Bright." "And you just ain't them." "Well, what are you gonna do about it, Mr. Daley?" "Well, now, that depends." "On, let's say, uh, how y'all got here, for one thing, and why." "We wanted to get out ofthe last town." "We was in a hurry." "We couldn't buy any tickets, so we took some from Grant and Gaines." "Uh-huh." "We tried to buy them from Grant." "The other one, Gaines was it, pulled a gun and started asking questions." "So we had a little scuffle." "And then you just decked them and here you are?" "That's the truth of it." "Well, I believe you boys." "Now, tell me your real names." "Hannibal Heyes and Kid Curry." "(LAUGHS)" "You don't wanna talk, eh?" "AII right." "I guess you got your reason." "And I never was a man to cause trouble without a reason." "So, I am not gonna tell Briscoe there about you two." "Why not?" "Well, let's just say I've got my reasons." "Same as you had for getting out ofthat town so fast." "What reasons?" "Yours, I mean." "Ain't you looking a gift horse in the mouth?" "Now, if I was to tell Briscoe that you ain't Gaines and Grant, you'd be in trouble." "I mean, big trouble." "Let's just say that" "I'm doing you a little favor and, who knows, maybe one time soon" "I can ask you fellas to do me a little favor, huh?" "Nice seeing you again, Gaines, Grant." "It's gonna be all right." "How?" "Well, they wouldn't tell me who they were, but they did admit that they wanted to get out of that last town real bad, so they knocked out Grant and Gaines, took their tickets, and here they are." "We needed Grant and Gaines." "What we need is two fellas handy with their guns." "And if I'm anyjudge of human nature, these two in here will dojust fine when I tell them what's in it for them." "Don't do that yet." "I want to think about it more." "AII right, Brimstone's next, boys, everybody on their toes." "That's where we ditch this train, right?" "And end up with half the Bannerman Agency on our tails?" "Like I said, we stay on this train in Brimstone, right?" "No, we get off and try to intercept the telegram." "What telegram?" "The one Grant and Gaines no doubt sent to Mr. Briscoe." "(TRAIN BELL RINGING)" "We'll be pulling out in a few minutes, men." "Grant and me just want to Iimber up a little." "Well, don't go far." "We've gotta stay on schedule, you know." "Evening." "We're from the train with Mr. Briscoe." "The special gold train?" "That's supposed to be a secret, I know, but, well, the word got around." "I see it has." "Mr. Briscoe seems to think there may be a telegram here for him." "Yeah." "I was just about to take it out to the conductor." "From Bramberg, down the line." "A couple of fellas signing themselves Grant and Gaines say there's somebody on your train impersonating them." "Hmm." "Just as we suspected." "We'll see that Mr. Briscoe gets this." "Would you take a message to Deputy Sawyer in Bramberg for us?" "Men claiming to be Gaines and Grant are fugitives." "Hold for my return." "And sign that Briscoe." "Right away." "Oh, there you are." "It's time to be moving out." "Hey, what's up." "We had a little problem to tidy up with Deputy Sawyer in Bramberg." "Sawyer?" "Wade Sawyer?" "Good man." "Send him my best." "Send Deputy Sawyer Mr. Briscoe's best." "As long as you men are here, you can stand your shift now." "We're ready, Mr. Briscoe." "Remember, anything happens, defend that shipment." "Stay put." "Like it was our own, Mr. Briscoe." "(HORN BLOWING)" "HEYES:" "You know Wheat and the boys are gonna hear about his." "CURRY:" "Yeah." "And you know that knothead will come out of Devil's Hole and make a try for it." "Yeah." "Oh..." "Oh..." "It's gold." "Yeah." "Yes." "It's gold." "Oh, Heyes, put it away." "MAN:" "Hey, boys, easy." "That Gatling gun is dynamite." "(ALL CHATTERING)" "No, no." "I can't work it out." "Work what out?" "Daley and the girl." "What are they up to?" "They've got no way to haul the gold." "They can't even take it, not with 15 Bannerman agents aboard." "I can't work it out." "What about Wheat and the boys, you work that out?" "Nope." "We gotta warn them off, you know that, don't you?" "VVhy?" "That's gonna finish our chances for amnesty." "There ain't one in that bunch who ever killed anybody in their entire lives." "And we can't just sit on this train and let them all get shot." "They don't deserve that." "I know that." "How are we gonna stop them?" "I'II tell you." "Now, we know Wheat and the boys are gonna hit the train at either" "Summit or Harris Crossing." "We could get offthe train when it stops for water at Indian Rocks, grab a couple of horses there, and with a little luck we'll get to Wheat and the boys before they get to the train." "And kiss our amnesty goodbye." "I guess so." "If you don't mind, Kid, I'd Iike to think on that a little bit more." "(THUDDING ON DOOR)" "Oh." "I'm sorry, Mr. Briscoe." "No, well done." "Alert." "Very alert." "I brought you some rifles." "Yeah." "Yes." "Very neat, the way you did that." "We stay on our toes." "Good, good." "Who trained you men?" "Ah." "Harry Bright." "How is old Harry?" "Fine, fine." "He told us to give you his best." "Harry Bright?" "Yeah." "Why, that cantankerous length of buffalo jerky hasn't had a good word to say for me in 20 years." "Well, to be honest with, Mr. Briscoe, old Harry sent you something a lot less Complimentary, but Gaines and me figured we'd sweeten it some." "Oh." "Tell me, how's his stomach ailment these days?" "Mr. Briscoe, I can see there's some personal feeling between you and old Harry." "To be honest, I wanna stay out of it." "I don't wanna discuss him." "Your attitude, Grant," "Ilike it." "Now, you men will be relieved first thing in the morning." "When we get to Indian Rocks we have some final preparation: to make." "Preparations?" "Grady." "This should take care of any problems." "Yeah, I guess so." "We're sure gonna kill ourselves a lot of outlaws." "Every man jack ofthat Devil's Hole Gang." "(TRAIN BELL RINGING)" "AII right, men, water stop." "Limber 'em up." "Okay, 1703/5" "Kid, Ithink I finally figured out how to do both." "Both of what?" "Keep the boys in the gang from being massacred and still save our amnesty." "If you have, Heyes, then you're the genius you think you are." "Ijust may be." "AII right, men." "Everybody on." "We're ready to go." "Come on, let's do a little horse trade." "(HORSE SNUFFLING)" "Right here, men." "Let's go to work." "They aren't on the train." "Nowhere." "Well, it just don't make sense." "Harry Bright said they's good men." "There must be a mistake." "They must have got left behind at the watering station." "Maybe they lost their nerve." "A Bannerman Agent?" "Well, whatever." "We're not gonna change our plans." "Good." "AII right, men." "Get ready, men." "This is it." "(SCREECHING)" "This is it." "AII right, men." "Let's get rich." "Hold your fire." "Stay down till they get close." "Let's go!" "We can't get there, Heyes." "It's too late." "Let's get out of here!" "Fire!" "Don't shoot!" "I got some questions to ask first." "Go get 'em, men." "The rest of you, go fix that track." "Afternoon, Mr. Briscoe." "We're gonna have a quiet talk." "And then I'm gonna shoot you both." "Now, before you start shooting, you remember, we could have rode off." "That's the only reason you aren't both dead right now." "Take them into the baggage car!" "Mr. Briscoe..." "Inside!" "No matter what they say, you just call them liars." "We don't have too long to hold out." "We need inside help." "We do not!" "Now, if you would just pull yourselftogether, we've got all the inside help we need." "If you're talking about the Celebration, there isn't gonna be any." "AII right." "(KNOCKING ON DOOR)" "Excuse me, Mr. Briscoe, but, well, I guess you know most ofthe men are pretty let down." "We're all of us let down, Strothers, what can I do for you?" "Well, some ofthe men figured that maybe we might" "Ioosen up a wee bit and have a drink or two." "It'd help." "Sol volunteered to come back and let you know how they feel." "Strothers, I am just going to pretend" "I didn't hear what you just said." "And I'm gonna tell you why." "This entire operation has been just short of total disaster and ifthere's a Bannerman man on this train who thinks he has a right to feel good" "I wanna know his name!" "Understand me, Strothers?" "Yes, sir." "Yes, sir." "Excuse me, sir." "Now, what am I gonna do with you two?" "Well, what we have to tell you might sound kind of funny." "I personally sold this idea to George Bannerman." "It's my hide." "And now you got something funny to say." "Well, if you can get a laugh out of me it's gonna be the miracle ofthis or any other century!" "MAN 1:" "Hey, look at his face." "MAN 2:" "I told you he'd say no." "First off, we're not exactly Grant and Gaines, we're not exactly from Fort Worth and we're not exactly Bannerman men." "Huh." "You wanna tell me your names?" "Just for something to put on the tombstones." "Uh, Smith." "And Jones." "(KNOCKING ON DOOR)" "BRISCOE:" "Grady." "Mr. Briscoe, I'm sorry to intrude, sir, but, well, Ijust may have some very good news for you." "Miss Blaine, in this entire world, I can't imagine any good news for me." "Well, I didn't get a real close look at the men you killed, but..." "Well, may I?" "Go ahead." "(GAsPS)" "Oh." "I wanted to be absolutely sure." "And I am sure." "Why, this is the body of Kid Curry." "Kid Curry?" "Are you sure?" "Iam." "Well, I would swear to it." "Miss Blaine, you have produced a miracle!" "Kid Curry!" "Well, I can't help but thinking the situation is cause for high spirits!" "Right you are, pretty little lady." "Why don't you go tell the men we got something to celebrate now and something to celebrate with?" "Isure will." "Grady, get Strothers." "Tell him to break out the whiskey." "You give him a hand." "Yes, sir!" "Here we are, boys!" "We got the whiskey!" "AII right, men." "AII right." "Here we go." "Everybody gets a bottle ofthis fine bourbon." "There you go, fellas, there you go." "(COUGHS)" "Well, you're in luck." "I'm not in a killing mood anymore." "Oh, maim, maybe, an arm or a leg, that's all." "AII right." "Start talking." "You're not gonna like this very much, Mr. Briscoe." "But that ain't Kid Curry." "What?" "That girl's lying and you have got very big trouble." "And I can swear that ain't Kid Curry." "That's the honest truth." "How would you two know?" "Well, my friend and I once spent some time with the Devil's Hole Gang." "We got into trouble." "Wounded bad, both of us." "On the run." "We hid out in the hills." "And we was found by Heyes and Curry." "And I wanna tell you, Mr. Briscoe, they treated us like we were kin." "Couldn't have been friendlier." "They went into the nearest town, they brought out a doctor." "Got us patched up." "Then, when we were healthy, they loaned us money." "Sent us off, free." "Two ofthe kindest men on God's earth." "That's why we messed up your trap." "We just couldn't see them massacred." "No, sir." "Would have been the lowest form of ingratitude." "I never heard a bigger pile of lies!" "That is Kid Curry, dead!" "And I'm not about to believe anything else!" "Especially from a pair of owl hoot rag bats!" "Except I can prove what I'm saying." "How?" "Like I said, we spent considerable time with the Devil's Hole boys." "Including that poor fella." "His name's Henry Maxwell Jenkins." "And if you look on his left hand you'll find a gold ring." "Mexican." "In the shape of a snake." "And inside that ring, you'll find his initials carved." "Henry Maxwell Jenkins?" "Not Kid Curry?" "You mean I got me some no-good nobody named Henry Maxwell Jenkins?" "I'm beginning to believe you're telling the truth." "But why?" "It don't make no sense, you riding back here into my hands?" "Yes, it does, Mr. Briscoe!" "We didn't want you as an enemy, we want you as a friend." "We have a plan that'Il make you not only a friend, but a hero." "You'll get a promotion, maybe a medal." "And an awful lot of cheering from every honest man in this country." "And that's an awful lot, compared to the mite we'll be getting." "What will you be getting?" "Just $500." "$500?" "For what?" "For making you a hero." "How about settling for my not blowing you in half?" "Now, Mr. Briscoe, Iike you said, would we have rode back to this train if we didn't have something that could back us up?" "No, I guess not." "But you still haven't said anything that explains why." "First, $500." "Cash." "It's just a little stake to help us get started again." "If I buy whatever it is you're selling." "Deal." "Now, first off, you can see that the girl, Sara Blaine, she's aliar." "I guess so." "But why?" "Who brought her to you?" "Jeremiah Daley, one of our top agents." "Mmm-hmm." "And who brought the liquor into the plan?" "Daley." "Right." "They're together in this." "In what?" "Mr. Smith." "This gold train wasn't gonna be attacked by one gang, but by two." "First, the Devil's Hole Gang, and second, the Daley-Blaine outfit." "What Daley-Blaine outfit?" "The one put together by your crooked agent Jeremiah Daley and Sara Blaine." "You see, they figured you'd massacre the Devil's Hole boys and then everybody'd celebrate on the liquor Daley got you to put on." "And then when everybody was good and drunk, the second gang, it'd hit, and take off with over a quarter million in gold." "Like taking candy from a baby." "You got any proof of this?" "No." "But I can work some up." "If you'll get Daley in here." "Grady!" "It's all over, Daley." "What's all this?" "End ofthe line." "I'm agent Smith, central office of the agency." "Direct from George Bannerman himself." "Did you really think you'd tricked us?" "I..." "I don't know what, what this is all about, Mr. Briscoe?" "I'm handling this, Daley." "You're girlfriend, Sara made a big mistake." "She identified one ofthose men as Kid Curry." "Now, Mr. Briscoe happens to know he's an outlaw named Jenkins." "Not to mention your not reporting that Grant and Gaines never got on this train." "Now, all we want to know is how many men will be in the attack." "Attack?" "Do you wanna go on playing a losing game, Daley?" "How many men?" "Well, I don't know." "You sure do know there's gonna be an attack, though, don't you?" "Well, yeah, I mean, no..." "That's good enough." "Grady, get that girl and tie her up." "Then get some hot coffee boiling." "I want every man in shape." "For what, Mr. Briscoe?" "Didn't you hear Mr. Smith?" "We're gonna be attacked!" "GRADY:" "AII right, boys, everybody drink up!" "Hot java." "This is it, men." "On your posts, men." "BRISCOE: 480, 49o, 495, 500." "Didn't I call it a bargain price?" "Oh, thank you, Mr. Briscoe." "And ifthere is anything else that we can ever do for you..." "As a matter of fact, a little information." "Now, of course the Bannerman Agency has an accurate description of both Heyes and Curry, but seeing as you spent a great deal oftime with them perhaps we could just check out the facts." "I guess we could." "Hannibal Heyes?" "5' 11", no distinguishing marks." "No distinguishing marks?" "What about the scar?" "What scar?" "It's right here, just under his chin, it's about an inch." "More than that, long." "Scar, over one inch long." "Kid Curry, 170 pounds?" "No, skinny." "Skinny as a rail." "Weighs about 140, wouldn't you say, Smith?" "Oh, yeah." "Skinny." "Carries his left shoulder kind of Iow." "Kind of like that." "Shoulder low." "Go on, go on." "HEYES:" "Of course you know about Heyes's gold tooth?" "What gold tooth?" "It's right here." "Yeah." "Right incisor, gold." "Yeah." "Aside from that, I think you got the descriptions pretty good." "Yeah." "Well, thank you, gentlemen." "Oh, any time." "Thank you, Mr. Briscoe." "Well, all set, Mr. Briscoe." "I tell you, Grady, lucky day when those men came aboard." "We got Daley, the girl, the gang and, now, a really accurate description of both Heyes and Curry." "Great, great." "(HORN BLOWING)"