Dakota

John! Here I am!

Look... look up here! Oh.

- I'd like to see Mrs. Devlin. - Would that be Miss Sandra?

- She's Mrs. Devlin now. - Your name, Sir?

- I'm... - Mr. Devlin?

Yes... Mr. Poli?

Yes.

So you are the man who married my daughter.

Well, we, uh...

Sorta got the idea in a hurry.

Throw him out!!

Ornery cuss, that Poli.

He don't fiddle with nobody.

He used to run a stagecoach line,

before he went in for railroadin'. Huh?

Wait!

Papa is just as crazy as you are.

He'll get his gun, and what about me?

Papa's kind of high strung, isn't he?

Papa says you are a gun-totin',

highbindin', tinhorn gambler.

Well, papa shouldn't talk like that in front of the children.

But you are.

Sandra! How'd you get out when I locked the door!?

Get him, men!

Heya!

You'd better come back, or from between the ears

I'll shoot you!

Wait... my bags!

We hadn't better make any stops now, Sandy.

All right, then.

If I can't look pretty, you can't either.

We're cleaned out for sure now.

- Who said so? - Lunch?

No...

Twenty thousand dollars.

That cinches it...

Sandy, I love ya. Who wouldn't?

You couldn't win that much in a poker game.

You mean, unless I was dealing.

That's papa... He's shooting at us!

Hurry up! Ah, that's nothing.

All I want to know is do you take after papa or mama?

Papa always wants to shoot things out.

He has no more sense than you have.

I do hope he doesn't kill us.

He'd never get over it.

Well, I'd feel kind of regretful about it myself.

He's got himself another gun!

Can't you go quicker?!

Do you suppose it could be, Sandy,

that we weren't meant for each other after all?

I don't like to butt in,

but I thought maybe I oughta ask if you wouldn't prefer

another carriage?

Heya!

Sit tight, Sandy! We're headin' for California!

Well, do we have to go to California?

Know a better place?!

How about Dakota?

Did you say Dakota?

Yes, Dakota.

Oh, I thought you said Dakota.

We'll make it California.

Heya!

Turn left at the next crossing.

Oh!

What's the matter?

You all right, sir?

Are you all right? Yes, sir.

You're fired! Get your horses!

What are you doing here?

He's only angry now.

Wait till he finds out I sold the Gainsborough from his library.

What's wrong with Dakota?

It has lots of people in it, hundreds,

and it's a great wheat country.

What does a man do in a wheat country,

open a bakery?

There are lots of things we could do.

Once we've established ourselves...

Let's talk it over in California. But some day,

when Dakota is admitted into the union,

you could go into politics.

Oh, our money! Speaking of politics,

where we're going there are only two parties--

- The quick and the dead. - All aboooaard!

That's our train. How much do we owe ya?

Oh, forget about it, my friend.

It's on the house.

Maybe you hadn't better draw up any plans until...

Until what?

I was gonna say until your money runs out.

All aboooaaard!

- Did you say this is our train? - Yes.

That lady is Sandra Poli, Bigtree.

Her father owns this railroad. That so?

Well, guess maybe she's somebody we oughta know, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Hurry up... don't let them get away!!

Quick, send a telegraph to Bells Crossing!

Yes, Mr. Poli.

To Jake Bonzo on train 67...

Say, "hold my daughter!

"Take from her the big tin horn

and knock out his teeth!"

No, wait... It's too much.

Just his front teeth, that's enough.

And uh, wait... No... no... no.

Maybe it would break her heart.

Maybe she would be mad... it's no good. No... no.

Uh... say, "don't knock out his front teeth."

Say... oh, what's the matter with you?

Are you crazy... How can you send such a telegraph?!

Huh? She's my own little girl.

Maybe she loves him,

that big no-good.

And you will break her heart, huh?!

Me?

Send another one.

"To my daughter, Mrs... Uh...

Mrs... Uh...

Now what's his name?

Devlin... no... Yes, Devlin!

"Have a good time,

"and remember your papa

if you need money or something."

Oh, she's a sweet girl...

Oh, something else!

"If maybe you get tired of your wonderful, big, lovely man,

"don't worry, we'll put him in jail,

"that no-good rat!

I myself will take him and..."

He's bigger than I, that's the trouble.

But there's nothing in California but flowers,

and everyone knows flowers give you hay fever.

I got it myself, right now.

Look, Sandy, with $20,000,

we can open a little place in the gold fields...

A saloon and gambling palace with dance hall girls...

- Wouldn't you just love that? - Tickets, please.

I brought the tickets, like you told me.

When do we get to St. Louis, conductor?

St. Louis!? Can't do it and stay on the tracks.

We're headed for St. Paul.

Why... why, you see, John,

I had to do it.

I couldn't do anything else.

You couldn't, eh?

I just couldn't... I couldn't.

I love you and it was for you, so I did it.

But why St. Paul?

Because from St. Paul, we'll go to Dakota.

Wait.

Last night papa had some of his business friends to dinner,

and I heard them say they're going to extend

the railroad into Dakota.

In a few weeks, papa will send agents

to Fargo to buy up all the land

and the right of way,

so what we'll do...

Is beat him to it,

option everything in sight,

make him pay through the nose.

But the catch is to make the profit, we have to go to Fargo.

But it's a wonderful place! Sure.

There's probably nothing there but a trading post.

We'll be stuck up there with nothing to do but...

Make love.

Hmm, what's wrong with that? What's the matter?

Stop it!

Bells crossing!

Get rid of them.

Thanks for pitchin' in. It's all right.

Looked like you could use some help.

He's a good man. Bigtree?

Telegram for Mr. Bonzo!

He'll do... my name is Bender, Jim Bender.

I'm Devlin... This is Mrs. Devlin.

How do you do, Mrs. Devlin? Mrs. Devlin?

Yes... Thank you.

May I? Surely.

It's from papa... Everything is all right.

He says if we need more money or anything,

we just let him know. Isn't he wonderful?

Nice guy to do business with, by letter.

Going to St. Paul, Mr. Bender? I'm going to Fargo.

So are we. Really... that's fine.

We'll probably be seeing a lot of each other.

Heya!

We've passed the fort. Should be in Abercrombie in a few minutes.

And you look just as fresh as when we started, Mrs. Devlin.

Thank you... We bought some things in St. Paul.

Oh, aren't they soldiers?

Huh? Probably an escort from the fort.

Must be some hostile Indians around.

Indians... oh!

John, now that we know something about it,

do you really think we should go to Fargo?

Well, we've come this far.