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Emperor of the North (1973), Part 2







Emperor of the North (1973)

Movie-play - Lines from the film, action and comments by Qrahamqckr.

PART 2





Shack: (Saying to Engineer.) All right, move it out!



The Engineer and the Fireman still sit there in the seats of the locomotive cab still stunned by the close call with death that they just experienced.



Shack: (Turning around.) I said move it!



Engineer: (Turns to Shack, the Engineer blows air out of his mouth, but does not say anything. He only nods his head that he understood. Then he lets off the engine's brake and pulls back on the throttle. The engine begins to move.)



Shack: (Turns and shacks his head, saying.) Sh...........



Shack climbs out of the cab of the engine, and Cracker climbs up the ladder of the caboose walking towards the front of the train.



Shack is moves along the side of the tanker car looking for hoboes as he goes along the car. Cracker runs along the top of the railroad cars on the catwalks. A-No.1 is laying partly out of one of the large pipes on the flat car with his head on his hands. A-No.1 then hears Cracker running along the top of the cars and raises his head. Shack climbs on top of the flat car loaded with pipes and meets Cracker.



Shack: Well?



Cracker: I didn't see nothing!



Shack: You didn't see nothing? (Pause.) Well check it again!



A-No.1: (Slides back into to pipe out of sight.)



Shack: Move it! (To Cracker who turns around.) God Damn! (Climbs down from top of stack of tubes.)



Cracker: (Turns around in his tracks, and climbs down from top of stack of pipes using them as a ladder. He looks through the stack of pipes on the back of the flat car. He gets down to look at the pipe on the lower corner, and all he sees is black, no light shinning through the pipe. He pauses, and then begins looking though more pipes.)



Cigarette's hat is laying on the deck of the flat car between the rows of pipes. A-No.1 sees it, and looks concerned. Cigarette moves along the pipe on his elbows towards the end of the pipe. He looks at the hat, and then looks eye to eye at A-No.1 who is moving towards the end of his pipe. Cigarette moves to get the hat. At that instant A-No.1 moves more towards him. As if this is not a game, but A-No.1 stops, and motions with his head to Cigarette to get the hat.



A-No.1: (Craws out of the end of his pipe.) God Damn you! One dumb son-of-a-bitch!



Cigarette: You want to pick one, you got it!



A-No.1: (Flipping out his straight razor in his direction.) This ain't no game!



They look at each other for a moment.



Cigarette: Hell it ain't! (Pause.) You look like a sore loose to me!



A-No.1: Yea. (Tosses straight razor to Cigarette.) Get grease on that!



Cigarette: (Looks down at the straight razor wondering what he means or wants?)



A-No.1: Grease from the journal box.



Cigarette: (Pauses for a moment. Then comes out of his pipe with the straight razor in hand. While A-No.1 is also climbing out of his pipe in pain. Cigarette puts on hat and goes to journal box.)



A-No.1: (Gets to his feet holding his left shoulder in pain from where the Fireman got him with the steam line.) Ah............ (Looks back at Cigarette who is climbing back to the journal box. A-No.1 begins to take off his coat. It is a struggle. He gets the left arm out of the coat. Then he pulls at the seam of his shirt were there is a large round stain on his shirt. He pulls open the shirt to reveal a burn from the hot steam. He looks at it.) Son of a bitch! (Then looks back in the direction that Cigarette went.)



Cigarette: (Climbing down to the journal box. Holds straight razor to journal box to fill the flat blade with grease. When he goes to climb up and while he does the wind blows off his hat. He turns his head, and looks back at it. Looking forward in the direction of A-No.1, he turns, and climbs back up the side of the car.)



Cracker: (Sitting in the crow's nest of the caboose eating with big red handkerchief around his neck, stops and looks up. And then turns his head back to see the hat rolling down the railroad tracks. He turns forwards, chews, and then wipes his face with the handkerchief. Then he throws down the handkerchief on the table, and gets up to leave.)



Cigarette climbs back along car to where he left A-No.1. When he gets back A-No.1 reaches out to take straight razor.



A-No.1: Give me that! (Taking the straight razor from Cigarette. He then smears the grease on the steam burn. Looks back at Cigarette. Then wipes the rest of the grease off on his sleeve. Folds the straight razor and puts it into his vest pocket. Then he lifts up the torn sleeve and cover the burn on his arm. He looks back at Cigarette who is not helping him put back on the arm of his coat. Finally Cigarette helps him on with his coat. A-No.1 holds his arm for a moment, and turns picking off his gloves from where he left them laying inside of a pipe. Then he craws back into his pipe while Cigarette is watching him all the time. Then Cigarette craws back into his pipe looking up at A-No.1 off and on.)



The train moves on to a large wooden trestle. Then stops. Cigarette is laying at the end of the pipe with his head in his hands. The train slowly sways.



Fireman: (To the Engineer.) All right bring her back.



The train slowly jerks back. Cigarette eyes are open now as he wonders what is going on. The wood of the trestle creaks as the weight of the train is moved back along it. Cigarette lifts up his head. Then he looks into A-No.1's pipe, and it is black. Looking to the side of the train, and back again he climbs out of his pipe. He gets to his feet and looks down at the stream flowing underneath the trestle. Looking back he sees Shack searching the cars at the bridge abutment.



Voice of Cracker: Nothing so far!



Cigarette looks forward at the locomotive. Then he goes to the other side of the train where Cracker is searching.



Voice of Shack: Anything in the empty?



Voice of Cracker: (As he looks into empty boxcar.) He ain't in here neither.



Cigarette gets out of sight, and looks at locomotive. Then he looks down the side of the trestle.



Voice of Shack: Are you looking careful?



Voice of Cracker: Sure I am, I am looking careful.



Cigarette climbs down to deck of flat car.



Shack is looking underneath a car, then motions for the locomotive to move back.



Fireman: (Looking back taps Engineer on shoulder.) Come on back.



Cigarette climbs down from flat car onto trestle just as the train begins to move. He just pulls his elbow out of the way from the wheel and the track. The train is moving back as Cigarette climbs onto a diagonal tie rod of the trestle. Almost falling off he slides down the rod. Shack is still searching with hammer in his hand underneath the cars as the train moves back along the trestle.



Fireman: (To the Engineer while looking back towards the end of the train.) I don't know why the Captain don't stop messing around. (Pause.) He knows them Bo's ain't no account.



Shack: (Still searching holds up hand in the air for the train to stop.) Hold it. Hold it.



Fireman: (To Engineer.) Hold it.



Train stops on trestle. Cracker walks over to a boxcar door and flips the latch to open the door. He slides open door and looks both directions inside of the car. Then he looks up at the other door as Shack opens it with hammer in hand. Shack looks both directions, and then they are looking at each other. Shack slams the door shut with a grunt. Cracker is standing at the open door looking sorry to himself. Pauses, he then closes the door.



Cigarette in hanging on a diagonal wood brace just underneath the track bed on the trestle. He is holding on for dear life and then slowly moves down the brace. Back at the end of the bridge Shack motions to the locomotive to move back again.



Fireman: Okay, bring her back.



Cigarette looks around, and up at the track. The train moves and the trestle creaks again. He then climbs from one main vertical post of the trestle to the next until he gets to the catwalk in the underside of the trestle. The locomotive passes over head as he runs along the catwalk ducking under the cross braces as he goes.



The train stops again, and Shack is standing at the coupling between two cars. Cracker is searching, and then finally he knows he is coming to where Shack is standing. He pauses for his sorry ass, then rolls his eyes in his head, and knows he has to face the Shack. Takes a breathe, he turns around the side of the car to come face to face with the Shack.



Shack: (To Cracker.) Well?



Cracker: (Turning to Shack.) Nothing! (Then turns away.)



Shack: (To Cracker.) You are dam right nothing. You never seen nothing!



Cracker: (Turning to Shack.) I did!



Shack: (To Cracker.) A hat! A God damn hat!



Cracker: (Turning to Shack.) Coming off of a car going past.



Shack: (To Cracker.) A rag, some axle packing.



Cracker: (Turning to Shack.) No! Shit.



Shack: (To Cracker.) A God damn newspaper that is what you saw.



Cracker: (Turning to Shack turning his head back and forth.) May be?



Shack: (To Cracker.) May be?



Cracker: (Turning to Shack.) I don't know.



Shack: (To Cracker with anger in his voice.) Something or nothing? Which did you see? (Pause.) Well?



Cracker: (Turning to Shack.) Nothing.



Shack: (To Cracker with anger in his voice.) Bull shit nothing. (Pointing his hammer at Cracker.) You saw a God damn hat. (Very mad, he turns to motion the train to move.)



Fireman: (Laughing.) Hee......



Cigarette looks back at train as it begins to move back along trestle. Then he gets up and runs down tracks. He stops at the edge of the bank looks down.



The camera lens moves it way closer, and there is A-No.1 sitting at the bottom of the bank on a car seat with his feet crossed up on a metal pipe. His arms are folded back behind his head, and he is puffing on his cigar.



Cigarette: (Kicking a tin can in the air off the bank.) Shit head.



Cigarette walks along top of bank to where there is a place to walk down a path with a hand railing. He turns, kicks some cans. A-No.1 is still in position as he was a moment ago puffing on his cigar.



Cigarette: (He begins to fall saying.) Ouch, oh......(Then falls some more, and rolls over.) Ouch, oh......shit (He suddenly falls even further.)



A-No.1: (Gets up to look at Cigarette. Puts his feet on the ground takes the cigar out of his mouth.)



Cigarette finally emerges from behind the pile of junk. A-No.1 puts his cigar back into his mouth. Flips back his cap, takes the cigar out of his mouth several times. Cigarette climbs closer to A-No.1.



A-No.1: Like I was telling you. There was a day a dump had quality. (Shaking his head.) By God the trash in this country has gone to Hell.



Cigarette: (Sitting down.) You son of a bitch!



A-No.1: (Talking the cigar out of his mouth, not knowing what he did to upset the young road kid. He looks back and forth and then motions his hand on his chest.) Why I thought we was buddies?



Cigarette: Leave me to get messed! (Standing to his feet.) On your feet!



A-No.1: Regular out and out?



Cigarette: Yeah, your remember it.



A-No.1: (Gets to his feet. He puts out his cigar on the tin that his feet were resting on, and puts it in his vest pocket.) Well then, I guess the game is up? Mmm........ (Pause.) We're finished!



Cigarette: I'll do my share.



A-No.1: (Taking off his gloves, and puts them in his coat pocket.) Drive away.



They stand there for a moment looking at each other. Then Cigarette begins to take off his gloves.



Cigarette: You ever ride the Cannonball on the Wabash? Come up on the C.A., from the K.C. were there ain't no steps to grab? (Taking off his coat throwing it down puts up his fists.)



A-No.1: (He walks past the kid.)



Cigarette: (Then grabs his coat.) Now wait a minute listen. (Pause.) Listen.



A-No.1: (Turns around to the kid.)



Cigarette: Wait a minute, listen. Lets give them something to talk about. Take the 19 and breaks Shack's neck. Hell who knows this business better than we do?



A-No.1: Look, you don't you give it up kid. Walk on to the next town and buy a ticket out. Hit the French country, Montreal, why you rub stomach up there, why those nuns up there will give you a piece of sow belly and a crust of bread. (Pause.) Even let you sleep with the mules. (Turns and walks up the bank.)



Cigarette: I bum this country 5 year. (Pause. Takes crayon or chalk out of pocket swing his hand.) Why I got my moniker written on towers from Seattle to Miami.......I've been where it is mean and I want it that way. (Takes coat and climbs up hill after A-No.1.)



A-No.1: (Turns holding out left hand at him) You ain't stopping at this hotel kid. My hotel.......the stars at night, I put them there. And I know the presidents, all of them. And I go where I damn well please, even the Chairman of the New York Central can't do it better. My road kid, and I don't give lessons and I don't take partners. (Pointing to him again.) Your ass don't ride this train. (Turns and walks away up hill.)



Music:



A-No.1 climbs up hill knocking big stones down on to kid.



Cigarette: Hey! (Falls down off of board on bank.) Ouch!



A-No.1: (Turns and looks back.)



Cigarette: Ouch! (Gets up and begins climbing up bank.)



A-No.1: (Gets to his feet, looks down at the kid and shakes his head.)



Cigarette: (Struggles to get up hill.) Bastard! (In a low voice.)



A-No.1 gets to top of bank as train comes by. The Fireman is hanging out of his window. Shack is between the locomotive and the tender. Cracker is between the tank car and the flat car with the stacks of pipes.



The train passes and Shack is looking back and forth. A-No.1 gets into position as the train comes down the track. Moves his leg forward to put his pant legs in his stocking. Then reaches into his left pocket to take out his gloves and puts them on. The locomotive passes. A-No.1 sees the rods underneath a cattle car coming up. A-No.1 runs, he cross the track, and goes to slide onto the rods, just as Shack looks back and sees him.



Shack: (Grabs the Fireman and moves him out of the way) Get out of the way you miserable. (Shack takes metal weight from pocket in tender and puts it into his belt. It is a coupling that would hold the locomotive to the tender. He takes a roll of rope, and climbs over coal to back of tender then down ladder.)



Cigarette is running up the bank as Shack is moving along side of the tanker car hand railing.



A-No.1: (A-No.1 is trying to make himself comfortable laying on the rods underneath the cattle car. He pulls out a board from his pocket, and puts it underneath his butt so its not directly on rod.) Yeah, that better.



Cigarette gets to bank as A-No.1 passes by laying on the rods. He runs for the train. A-No.1 looks back at him.



A-No.1: Not the gunnells try the roof.



Cigarette runs along side train trying to get on. Shack on top of cars see another hobo trying to get on. Finally Cigarette jumps onto the same rods as A-No.1. Shack climbs down ladder to get between the two cars ahead of the hoboes.



Cigarette positions himself on the rods and finally gets comfortable, then similes.



A-No.1: Didn't you hear me kid?



Cigarette: Yeah, I head you. (Pause.) Don't mean a God damn thing to me. Not to old Cigarette it doesn't.



A-No.1: (Tried to look away.)



Shack between the cars takes coupling pin out of belt loop. Then he ties on cord to heavy weight of the pin. Then he drops coupling pin down underneath the train. The coupling pin bounces along the gravel of the road bed. A-No.1 looks around, and then up and across. Cigarette looks worried.



Cigarette: (He begins to get hit with brass weigh and yells.) Ouch, ouch......Ouch, OUCH!



Shack: (Laughing.)



Cigarette getting hit harder and in the head a number of times. A-No.1 reaches under him. and grabs the cord, then he pulls up the cord, and coupling pin away from the kid. A-No.1 then ties the pin and the cord around the slid rod of the car door. The kid bids a sigh of relief.



Shack: Hey? Hey? (Pulls on cord. When it won't move he ties it off on car and pulls on it again.



A-No.1: (He then climbs out on the side of the rods, and goes over to the kid.) Give me your hand!



Cigarette: No.



A-No.1: Come on! (Pause.) Get your hand on the rod and hold yourself up. Now give me the other hand. Come on lets go, now swing your ass across. On the rod. Get out. Now old Hew Haw Mike never taught you to ride down trains did he? Get your other hand up. (Shack hearing this looks around side of car.) Now keep on going right up to the roof. Go on kid. (Shack climbs to roof of cars.) Don't stand there keep going. Come on. (He grabs a hold of one of Shacks traps and falls head over heals off of the train.)



Shack: (Climbs up to the top of the car. The kid is hanging on the side still while Shack pulls out the hammer from his belt, and throws it at the kid's head.)



Cigarette goes "Ouch," but still hangs on, but this feet slip off the rod begins to run along the tracks, and then he ends up in the grass along side of the train tracks. He sits up just long enough to see the train go past him, then the lights go out as the stars come out in his head.



The train blows its whistle. Shack is still on top of the train.



A-No.1: (Sits up, rubs his head, and then looks down at hand hold still in his hand. He looks close at the bolts that have been sawed off with a hacksaw, and then looks up at the train. Then he throws the hand hold to the ground, puts on his hat, and gets to his feet.)



The caboose passes by the two hoboes. A-No.1 looks down into the face of the young kid, Cigarette. The kid opens his eyes, everything is fuzzy. When they clear, and things become in focus, he sees only the face of A-No.1. Then A-No.1 walks off knowing the kid is all right. The kid sits up, and looks in the direction of where he went. Then looks around at the train that is gone. The kid gets to his feet, and walks down the track behind A-No.1.



(Fade into to the right.)



A-No.1 and Cigarette are climbing back down to the bottom of the hill where the junk is located near the trestle. (Music.) They slide down one board, and A-No.1 is looking for something in 5 gallon metal pails. He tosses one aside one, then another, then a third, and picks up a fourth. Then he walk down towards where the kid is sitting down on his legs folded up underneath him. He tosses one can aside, then one in the direction of the kid, and then another that the kid deflects with his hands. A-No.1 walks around tosses another can in the kids direction. He swings one in a big circle over head and then walk back in that direction. Bends down and tosses another one in the kids direction again. Then A-No.1 tosses one back towards the kid, and he deflects it out of the way with his hand. A second can comes at the kids feet. Three cans are tossed, and the fourth one goes in the kids direction with an, "ouch." A-No.1 tosses another can, and comes back close to the kid, and looks around.



Then A-No.1 puts four cans on his left arm, and puts three cans on his right. He look at the cans on each arm. Then at the kid, and at the cans, the kid who is looking at him. The dirty face kid looks around, then at A-No.1. They look at each other, then A-No.1 walks up the hill leaving the kid. The kid looks around, and does a double take at A-No.1 walking up the hill with an arm full of 5 gallon metal buckets.



The kid sits there for a few moments. Then looks up the hill again. Finally tosses sideways a stone with anger. He rises to his feet, picks up three cans with his left hand, and then two with his right. The kid walks up hill after A-No.1.



(Fade to the left.)



The kid is walking to the top of the hill along the path with the wooden hand railing. He walks down a railroad tracks cut carrying the 5 gallon cans. The kids stops to take a deep breathe and bend, over to get a rest. He looks up, and sees A-No.1 sitting along side of the tracks with the cans between him and the rails. Just up the tracks is a bridge or sluice way over the cut for the railroad. A-No.1 see the kid, takes a deep breathe. The kid picks up his cans walks to the hobo. The kid sets down his cans next to his, and sits down on a rock like A-No.1. A-No.1 looks in both directions. A bird is singing. He gets to his feet looks up the track towards the over pass sluice box. He hears a train blowing its whistle coming up the grade, and looks down hill. He walks in that direction, and then turns around, and puts the kids hand down in the grease bucket.



Cigarette: Nada, nada, look if you think I am gona.......(His hand is put in the grease bucket by A-No.1. He pauses to hold the glove covered with grease to his face, and then looks at A-No.1.) What the Hell are you doing?



A-No.1: (Taking his board out of his back pocket, bends over, and puts it into the bucket of grease. Gets a full board full of grease, takes it out of the bucket.) I am still working on that. (Then he begins smearing it on the left rail going upgrade.



Cigarette: (Looks at A-No.1 smearing grease on the rail, and then down at his glove cover with grease. The whistle of the train blows, the kid looks in that direction, and then again at A-No.1. The kid looks up at the bridge, and appears to finally get it. He springs to his feet, and begins smearing grease of the same rail behind A-No.1.)



A-No.1: (Stands up, and looks at kid. Whistles out of the side of his mouth to get his attention, and motions with his head in the direction of the other rail. Like kid the train runs on two tracks!)



Cigarette: (Looks up at A-No.1.) Haw?



A-No.1: (They look at each other, then the kid looks at the other rail. He nods his head. The train is chugging up the long grade. The kid goes to grease the other rail. A-No.1 shakes his head as if the kid could be that stupid? Then he continue to grease the rail.)



A-No.1 and Cigarette are hiding in the over the tracks sluice box as the train approaches. Water is dripping from the sluice box but inside of it they are dry? The wheels of the locomotive start to slip.



Engineer: (Says when the wheels start to spin.) What the Hell is going on here? (The Fireman in the other seat looks out of the window. The train struggles upgrade.)



The engine stops and the Fireman looks up the tracks at the cans.



Voice of a woman passenger: What are we stopping for?



Voice of the Conductor: Everything is okay folks. (He picks up the the platform in the passenger car, and walks down the steps underneath out of the car. Walking up the tracks.) All Right everybody back in your seats. (Walks to engine cab past the cans to the Fireman.) Mr. Collard, we got a schedule to keep.



Fireman: They grease the rails, the God damn tramps!



Conductor: I don't give a damn if they are democrats! (Pause.) Get this moving.



Fireman: Giver her sand!



Conductor: Get back in your seats. There we'll be moving right along.



The train wheels being to turn. They spin and then sand pours out the sand pipes, they grab as the wheels spin.



A-No.1 and Cigarette: (Laughing.)



Voice of Fireman: More sand. (Wheels spin.) Give more! God Damn Tramps!



Train puffs finally up grade towards the overhead. A-No.1 gets to his feet at the engine passes underneath the sluice box covered with green moss. He goes to the center as the passenger cars pass underneath going up grade. The kid begins to go over the side but he stops him by grabbing his coat.



A-No.1: (Pulls the kid back into sluice box.) Look do exactly what I do. Nothing more. Don't like it, just do it. (He looks down track, and then climbs over the side.)



A-No.1 climbs down to the catwalk along the side of the sluice box, the kid follows. He sits down on the catwalk on the down grade side of the sluice box. Holds the braces and looks down at the passing cars. The kid looks at him, and then A-No.1 jumps to the front roof of a passenger car with the kid behind him.



A-No.1: (Grabbing the kid pulling him up on the car.) Come on kid, hold on to the rail. (He undoes his belt and hooks it around the hand hold on the roof of the passenger car. The kid is watching.)



Cigarette: (Looking to do the same, he pulls out on his suspenders, and is wearing no belt. Looks over at A-No.1.)



A-No.1: (Folds his arms, and puts his head on his hands.)



The kid can only hold on to the hand railing. The train goes up the railroad tracks.



The next shot shows the train moving in the heavy rain. The kid starts to nod off, and to fall asleep, and then starts to slip off to the side. He jerks back to the top of the car.



A-No.1: (Taking off goggles.) Don't listen to the wheels kid, unless you are tied down and you want to sleep. (Pause.) And when your blood starts to get thing, edge over and take a look at them. It will start to flow again. (Puts back on goggles. He lays his head on his hands, and can go to sleep.)



Cigarette: (Closes the top of his coat and looks, around but there is nothing he can do but hand onto the and rail.



Number 19 is sitting on a siding with a saw mill in the background with rows of logs piled up. The Fireman is sitting in the window holding a sandwich. The Engineer is standing between the cab and the tender.



Engineer: Sure is nice to be eating standing still. (The number 19 is visible in big letters on the side of the locomotive cab.)



Fireman: Yeah, you are right the way things are these days.



The passenger train passes the number 19 that is sitting on a siding, and blows its whistle twice. The two hoboes look up at the train on the siding.



A-No.1: Nice site, haw, kid.



Cigarette: We'll ride that bastard yet.



A-No.1: Ought to keep you alive until we get to Salem. (Looks back at engine crew eating lunch in cab as they pass by. Turns around and laughs.)



They pass the 19.



(Fade to left.)



The train is pulling into a passenger station.



Voice of person at station: Here she comes!



Sound of car horn. Train slowing down, ringing its bell.



Voice of woman: You have to wait for the train to stop. (Pause.) Hurry up here, it only stops for a few minutes.



Voice of man: I am coming just want to get a newspaper.



A-No.1 gets up from top of car. There is a mixture of voices in the background.



Voice of Conductor: All aboard!



A-No.1 gets up from top passenger car to the ladder, and looks up train.



Voice of Conductor: All aboard!



A-No.1 climbs down ladder. Faint voice of woman again saying: "Hurry up!" A-No.1 climbs down to platform as the voice of a woman can be heard laughing. Cigarette now climbs down. He pauses then looks back into window of passenger car as men are laughing in the background. He pauses, and inside the car is a woman shaving her right under arm. She has on red lipstick, the kid glances down at her naked breasts looking at them for a long moment, and until he looks up.



Woman in car: (Shaving her underarm. Looking on opposite direction, and then glances at kid.) Well?



Cigarette: (He smiles and chuckles. He then gets down off of car.)



A-No.1: What's a matter haven't you ever seen anybody shave before. (Turns and walks away.)



Voice of Conductor: All aboard!



Voice of man: What do you know?



Voice of Conductor: All aboard!



Voice of woman: Good-by, have a safe trip. (The sounds of turkeys nearby.)



A-No.1 stops in his tracks as just up ahead is a N.R.A. truck full of turkeys. Sounds of turkeys.



Voices of woman: Good-by. (Train whistle and the sound of turkeys.) Good-by.



A-No.1 goes to look in boxes on turkey truck. Train passes down the tracks, and a policeman now can see the hoboes at the truck stealing turkeys.



A-No.1: (Taking a turkey out of its crate, looks up at policeman coming at them.) I am trusting you kid, cover for me. (Pushes kid into the arms of the policeman.)



Honkey Tonk (Keystone cops type of) music begins to play.



Policeman: (Holding kid by the coat, yells in the direction of the other hobo running away with the turkey.) Hey you come back here!



A-No.1 runs off with turkey close to his chest. Cigarette spins around on policeman who his trying to hold on to him. A-No.1 looks back. Cigarette then gets away from policeman.



Policeman: Hey! Stop! (Cigarette runs down between a row of boxcars.) Stop! (Cigarette is running after A-No.1, and policeman running after both of them.)



A-No.1 running down path in woods. Turkey is clucking. He looks back, and turkey clucks, and almost gets out of his hands.



Scene of hobo jungle. There is a hobo fishing from chair next to stream. Other hoboes are around. A-No.1 runs into jungle.



Voice of hobo: Hey look who it is? (A-No.1 looking around.)



Voice of hobo: Hot damn, its A-No.1. (Pause.) What is he doing here? What's going on? (A-No.1 hides behind a stack of metal barrels.)



Voice of hobo: (Sitting back down.) Sh........quite!



Cigarette runs up path towards the hobo jungle.



Voice of Policeman: Stop. Come back here you. Come on.



Cigarette runs into hobo jungle. The hobo siting there looks around to find out what to do. A-No.1 give the hobo sitting next to him the high sign that the kid is okay.



Hobo sitting down: In the caboose kid. In the caboose. (Pointing in the direction of the caboose.)



Cigarette runs into the caboose. The policeman runs along trail after them. A-No.1 is holding turkey behind the stack of metal barrels as the policeman runs into the hobo jungle. The policeman stops, and looks around.



Voice of a hobo: Christ!



The hoboes rise to their feet, and move towards the policeman. Some of them are holding sticks or clubs. He looks around. Pause while he looks around again.



Policeman: I guess he ain't here all right. (Pause.) (He points.) You tell him it 90 days on the rocks if I get my hands to him. He's set up......



A-No.1: (Creeps up behind policeman with the turkey. The turkey goes gobble, gobble, and flaps his wings in the policeman's face. The policeman covers his face with his hands as A-No.1 is holding the turkey out in his direction.)



Policeman: (Covering his face.) Ah..........



The hoboes laughing, and Cigarette still hiding inside of the old caboose smiling.



A-No.1: He's sat up.



Policeman: Now you just give me that.



A-No.1: Naka, the sale was final.



Policeman: You can keep the turkey but I am taking the kid in. (Waving one hand in the air. Then the other.)



A-No.1: (Looking in different directions as if to look for the turkey?) Turkey! (Pause as he looks around.) What turkey? (Pause as he looks around. Holding turkey under right arm and waving the left arm.) Who sees a turkey? (He looks down at the turkey under his arm and points at it with the other.) Why this here is a dog!



The hoboes standing around start barking like a dog. The policeman looks around at the hoboes barking. A-No.1 holds up his hand to give them the sign.



Policeman: (Waving his hand in the air.) I am only doing what I am told to do you gentleman ought to understand that. (Turns around and looks at A-No.1.)



A-No.1: (Looks down at turkey. His face becomes angry, glances his head around slightly, and looks at policeman.) Look what you have done!



Policeman: (Face goes empty, and mouth drops open.) What have I done?



A-No.1: (With anger in his voice barks at the policeman.) Now he thinks he is a turkey!



Policeman: (Looks around saying nothing. Hoboes in background laugh. Policeman looks around and at A-No.1.)



A-No.1: (Glances around at hoboes, winks his eye at them. Pauses. The hoboes smile.) You better bark for him.



Policeman: What?



A-No.1: Bark for him!



Policeman: (Looking around. The hoboes move in closer to the policeman.) Waff....



A-No.1: What?



Policeman: Bark!



A-No.1: (Shakes his head.) I must have wax in my ears.



Policeman: Barks. (Pauses. Then.....) Howls.........



A-No.1: (Shakes head.)



Policeman: Howls. (Pause. Then long.......) Howls..............



Cigarette: (Laughs. Then the hoboes laugh.)



A-No.1: (Goes to pat policeman on shoulder.) Okay.A drink for this great lover of dogs. That's all right. (Hands turkey to hobo.)



Policeman: I am a man of temperance.



A-No.1: (Taking tin cup from hobo, lifts it up to wiff it under his nose.) So am I you can nurse a baby with this stuff. Right. (Pause.) How kind. (Then puts it in the hand of the policeman.)



Voice of hobo: Go on you only live once!



Policeman: (Looks around. Cigarette laughs. Then puts tin cup to mouth to drink holding it in both hands. Takes a big mouthful. Fills his cheeks and swallows it. Runs out of jungle screaming.)



Hoboes are bellylaughing.



A-No.1: (Putting his hands at his waist.) Must be a sign of the times. The Governor in this state can steal and an honest man can't. (Pause.) And we get a cop who don't drink. (Shakes his head and turns to walk away.)



Voice of hobo: How did you come in?



A-No.1: Riding atop the Great Northern Mail.



Mixed voices of hoboes.



Voice of hobo: Ain't no Shack alive who can take A-No.1 No Sir.



Mixed voices of hoboes.



A-No.1: (Turning back to hoboes.) How about a little doggie for supper?



Mixed voices of hoboes saying: Yeah........



Voice of hobo: I'll get a pot.



Voice of hobo: I'll get the water.



Mixed voices of hoboes.



Voice of hobo: Come here.



Voice of hobo:.And not have to listen to him preaching.



Voice of hobo: Get that fire going good.



Voice of hobo: I imagine not have to listen to that sucker.



Voice of hobo: We'll need salt. We'll need salt.



A-No.1 walks to old caboose. Cigarette is stilling in a bed against the far wall.



A-No.1: (Walks into caboose.) You look like the president of the railroad kid. (Cigarette taking off coat.) Why don't you take your hat off. (Goes to walk out, then turns. With a stronger voice saying:) And you come in here like you was a millionaire. Why your not! Your a casual........You ain't even seen a first class hobo yet. (Pause.) Where have you been sleeping?



Cigarette: (Still taking off coat.) Straw stakes and barns.



A-No.1: You sleep out why don't you say so. (Walking around. Pause.) Got any money?



Cigarette: A couple of pennies.



A-No.1: Are you willing to be searched?



Cigarette: (Goes to get pennies out of pocket.)



A-No.1: Your a punk! A dead beat. (Pointing his finger at Cigarette.) No bum worth a dam is going to let himself be picked over. (Pause.) How long have you been out? 30 days? (Pauses and turns around to kid.) Where do you think you are at? (Pointing out.) You let some two bit cop cut you down and now you come in here and figure you are going to cut me and Shack down at the same time. (Pause. Walking back and forth.) Damn boy. You ain't even ready for a half grown girl. One of those New Orleans woman get a hold of you, your cry for your mama. Its plain you have already cried for you mama. (Cigarette looking sorry for himself, and looks down with shame.) GET YOUR HEAD UP! (Cigarette lifts up head.) What have you learned? Spit it out? How much?



Cigarette: (Goes to say something but no words come out as if he had not learned anything.)



A-No.1: (Pause while he looks at Cigarette.) I am going to tell you once, never again. So listen tight. (Pause.) You got a chance to be a good bum. (Pause.) You can be a meat eater kid.....I mean people and not their garbage! (Pause as he goes to walk around again.) I want to see you as rough as a jungle cat.......Keep on going the way you are. Keep getting knocked around in the same places until the knocks don't hurt any more. (Points at kid.) Then you run with the train. Remember it. (Pause.) But don't ever grab unless you sure you can hold on. (Pause.) If you ever let go.......she's throw you under! (Now at the door of the caboose.)



Hobo: (Standing just out side of caboose.) Want some new togs for the kid?



A-No.1: (Looks at kid and then back at hobo.) No. (Walks over to kid and leans close.) How good of a thief are you?



Cigarette: Huh......?



A-No.1: Are you an stealing?



Revival Music (Fade to another place. A river bank.)



Preacher: God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son. That who shall believeth in him shall not parish but have ever lasting life.



Women in Salvation Army uniforms playing instruments.



Voice of Preacher: And so I say unto you do not displease god. What he does now says onto you to be his faithful servant. And I will make you ruler over anything.



People standing on bank.



Voice of Preacher: No, No brothers and sisters. (People going into river wearing white robes.) No, the master said by thy word. Thou shall be justified.



People are sing: We shall be gathered by the river.



Preacher: God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son. (With his hand on the head of a young girl.) And it is good enough for Jesus. Its good enough for Paul. Its good enough for you and me brothers and sisters........(Holding girl by head and waist.) For here I find the door of hope and salvation. (Ducking her head under water.) Do you rejoice in God sister?



Young girl: I rejoice!



Preacher: Hallelujah brothers and sisters hallelujah. brothers and sister. (Repeat. With people.) Oh, hear thy pray. Oh, blessed virgin mother. Free of thy wisdom now beautiful is thy revelation.



A-No.1: (Standing there with arms crossed looking at young girls breast and nipples just behind her wet robe.) Amen.........



Young girl: Lord I have sinned!



Preacher: Strive to for perfection sister. (Ducking her head under water again.) Confess your adulterations, confess your wanton waywardness.



Young girl: I confess my sins Oh, Lord.



Preacher: Hallelujah brothers and sisters. Hallelujah! (Joined in by people on bank of river.) You read god's name put of soul indeed. (Pause.) Praise the Lord and give me another sinner. Your next brother. (Pause.) Your next brother. (Taking the hands of A-No.1.) And Jesus said unto me come to me who are weak and heavy laden. (A-No.1 looking at young girls breasts.) Oh, Lord is there truth among us. Sanctify thy truth. Have you sinned brother.



A-No.1: (Looking at young girls breasts.) I have sinned. (Looking at young girls breasts.)



Preacher: How then can the Lord sanction such neglect? (Pause.) I will immerse you rather than have you go to the Presbyterians.



A-No.1: Oh, save me from the Presbyterians.



Preacher: Oh, Lord give the world to this poor sinner. (Dunking his under the water hard.)



A-No.1: Jesus Christ. (Putting his hands over his face.)



Preacher: That's right trust in the Lord. (Dunking his under the water hard again.)



A-No.1: I feel him working within me.



Preacher: He is your savior, Jesus hears you. (Pause. Looking at A-No.1.) Confess sinner? Are you resolved to devote your life to Christ and his work?



A-No.1: The Lord is my tabernacle.



Voice of Preacher: And his ship is filled with gold.



A-No.1: Set sail for the pearly gates.



Voice of Preacher: Hallelujah brothers.



Voice of man: (Yelling.) Reverend! (Louder.) Reverend! (Man runs in wearing while longs Johns.) Reverend, some son of a bitch stole our clothes.



Preacher grabs hand of young girl as they all move out of water.



Voice of Preacher: After him! After him. Catch em.



A-No.1 swims underwater in the opposite direction, and then surfaces for a breathe.



Voice of Preacher: Don't let him get away. (People leaving water.) Find the thief. After him.



A-No.1 exits on the other side of river. Then he meets the thief, Cigarette who has stolen the people's clothes.



Clothes piled on rock. They are getting dressed.



A-No.1: Now right are you listening? Are you listening?



Cigarette: Yeah, I am Listening.



A-No.1: You tighten your belt, turn up your collar. Do everything you are told. You can be Emperor of the North Pole! (Pause.) You don't. Then you are out, O-U-T!



Cigarette: Emperors they know a lot, yeah?



A-No.1: They know plenty kid. (Pause.) A-No.1 knows more. (With clothes in one and and board in the other.) Lets go.........



They leave what appears to be a smaller stream that feeds into larger one.



A-No.1: (To Cigarette who is lagging behind.) Come on lets go.



They run along water bank.



Change seen to inside railroad building. Cracker is sitting down with other train workers drinking coffee.



Cracker: It was like that all the way. He was crazy to think he could take us. (He is pouring liquor into their coffee.) Shit.........Going up against the Shack is like going up against Dempsey. He was lucky the Shack let him live.



Yard man comes in to crowd of men standing around.



Yard man: Jesus Christ on the tower! (Cracker turns around.) ON THE TOWER!



They run out of the room outside except for Cracker who is sitting there with his mouth open, and another man who is drinking form his tin cup.



Out side in the yard, Shack is putting together railroad cars on the local. The coupling comes together. He begins to check it as he hears the men running out of the railroad building.



Cracker runs out. We see the faces of the Engineer and the Fireman of number 19.



Voices of men talking: A-No.1 must be some Bo (Shack walks over to see what is going on.) This A-No.1 This Bo is going to make history. Okay what are you give odds on this Bo? 8 to 5 this Bo makes it.



Close up of words on water tank. "A-No.1 to Portland on the 19 10/25/33"



Voices of men talking: You on.



Shack smiles a big grin and walks away. Men are still standing at base of water tank.



Change scene. Shack getting orders from head yard man. Slightly folds them and walks to other side of train. Then he looks back. Then he lifts his lantern. Flips the lid that says "19" and looks out at the words on the water tank as he blows out the flame. Closes the lantern and looks up at it again. The Fireman and the crew are waiting in the train. Shack walks back and without looking hands the orders to the Fireman up over his head. The Fireman takes it.



Cracker is putting down the ladder from the back of the caboose. Shack looks back at the water tank once again and then climbs on the cab of the locomotive. He goes to the Engineer who is holding a pad of paper on a clip board. Shack takes out his watch.



Shack: 6:40 (Putting back his watch.)



Engineer: (Looking at his watch.) 6:40 (Pause.) I suppose you want to highball?



Shack: No I don't want to highball! (Taking the clipboard from him.) Regular speed. (He reaches up to pull the whistle twice.)



The Engineer releases the brake and pulls the throttle back. The train slowly moves past the water tank. Shack climbs off the train as it begins to pull out. Then Cracker runs to look out of the caboose at Shack. Shack is walking slowly up the tracks as the train moves by. He climbs on to the tank car as the train blows its whistle. Stands there with his one arm leaning on the railing looking at the words on the tower, and then looks away. Cracker also sees the words of the tower as the caboose passes by.



The train is out of the yard, and Shack climbs on top of the cars, and walks to the back. Cracker climbs up the ladder of the caboose and looks back as Shack coming. He then climbs up and runs to Shack. Shack is slowly walking back but cracker is running.



Cracker: Ain't we going to highball?



Shack: No we ain't going to highball. (Pause as he looks around.) Just regular speed.



They look back and forth.



Cracker: Oh?



Shack: Just look like you are searching the train. (Pause.) You understand?



Cracker: Sure......Search the train.



Shack: Well move it!



Cracker hesitates for a moment. Then they part making it look like they are searching the train.



Cigarette is looking out of an old structures at number 19 passes. He makes a run for it and the A-No.1 sticks his nose out of the building. He looks around and then makes a run for it.



Shack climbs up onto the tank car as he sees Cigarette run to the train. He quickly turns around to see A-No.1 running for the train.



Shack: (Looking back at hoboes getting on train.) Laughs. (He then runs to cab of locomotive.



Cigarette and A-No.1 are ridding the rods of a car. As the Shack comes back over the tender with the coupling weight and the length of rope. The Fireman shakes his head as the coupling weight bounces along the gravel underneath the passing train.



A-No.1 see it, then Cigarette who looks worried. Cigarette moves his butt and scoots out of its way. It begins to hit A-No.1, once, twice, again and again. Shack is enjoying pulling the rope back and forth because he knows it is hitting one of the hoboes.



Cigarette just looks at what is happening.



A-No.1: (In a low voice.) Grab the rope. (Cigarette looks at the rope and then at A-No.1.) We'll grab it.



Cigarette: (Goes to grab the rope but then lets it go. He and A-No.1 look at each other as the coupling weight begins to hit him again. The look at each other.)



A-No.1: (While getting hit with the coupling weight he moves over to put his feet on the brake of the car.)



The train suddenly stops. Cracker is thrown forward into the window glass of the caboose, and then back again. Shack is tossed back and forth between the cars. Cracker is tossed forward again, and then his body hangs down by his feet from the crows nest of the caboose. The Fireman is burned by the fire of the boiler.



The train stops. Shack's Conductor hat falls off, and he slides down the ladder of the car in front of him. Holding the rope in hand he falls to the ground.



Cigarette climbs out of the rods on the side of the car. He hobbles out. The then looks back to see A-No.1. He is gone, only the coupling weight is laying underneath the train on one of the railroad ties. Cigarette gets up. Dogs are barking in the distance. He looks around and sees Shack.



Shack: (Slumping to the ground.) Ouch....



Cigarette makes a run for it. Shack gets up. His head is bleeding from one side. He puts his hand on his head.



Shack: (In pain.) CRACKER! (He uses a foot hold on the car to get to his feet.) CRACKER! (He walks along the car. Then stops where A-No.1 was.) Why the son of a........(Holding the rod of the door slide and shaking his body in anger. He under again. Then runs to the caboose climbs on board.) God damn you, you Cracker, you son of a bitch! (Walking into the caboose door.) You stupid idiot. (In a lower voice.) What I am going to do with you. (He looks down at poor Cracker.)



We see Cracker handing upside down lifeless. The only things moving in the caboose are the tin cups that are still swaying were they hand from the ceiling.



Shack: (Looking down at Cracker.) Useless bastard.



The Fireman is laying face down in the plate between the engine and the cab. The Engineer is looking at the big round burn that went right through to his hide.



Engineer: Wait a minute, I'll get some oil.



Fireman: Moaning......... (The Engineer is getting up to get some bearing packing and then pour some kerosene oil out a oil can on to the packing. He spreads it around and then sets it down.) Moaning.



Engineer: (Putting the packing on the burn.) Easy now. Easy. (Repeating it over and over again. The fireman moans and screams with pain.)



Cigarette climbs up bank and walks to edge of railroad trestle.



Cigarette: (Looking down at A-No.1 who is putting cold stream water on hurt spot on leg.) What is a matter? (Pause. A-No.1 looks up. We hear the buzzing of a fly. A-No.1 looks down back at his leg. Puts his handkerchief in the stream.) You look broke up to me. (A-No.1 takes handkerchief out of stream and lets the water run off at his feet.) I can fight like a house afire. I am ready! (A-No.1 how holds side of hand. Cigarette looks down.) You are broke up bad. (Smiles.) Your quitting.



A-No.1 putting handkerchief on head. There is a covered bridge in the background.



Cigarette: Drag your ass back to the Jesus shouters. Tell them they got a stew bum for the choir. This Bo is heading out. (A-No.1 looks up.) He is on his way. (He begins to walk back and forth on catwalk of trestle. A train is blowing its whistle in the background.) And that ain't just to look around neither. (puffs up his chest.) I am going to parade. High monkey, monkey everything. Tramp royal. Emperor of the North Pole. (They look at each other.) Slack left and right with my razor. Put my fist in to more faces than you can figure........till they's so damn played out....... they surrender to me...........unconditionally on the spot. There be some stories about me before I am through. (Pause.) Ain't a jungle where I walk into they won't know my name. I'll have Kings, and Queens, and Royal flushes. AND I WILL BE CHIEF OF ALL! (A-No.1 looks up.) And nothing is gona be too good for this big fella, there is going to be some bust in heads. (A long pause.) Hey! Hey! (A-No.1 looks up.) I am taking straight, you better listen. I ain't sticking with you any more. You ain't good for bumming. You ain't mean enough for it. (A-No.1 looks down.) You can't handle this Shack. Get off his road.



Shack runs along to of cars to the locomotive. The Fireman is still there screaming in pain. The Engineer is still attending to his burn. Shack grabs a shovel and begins shoveling coal into the boiler. Then Shack throws down the shovel, and climbs into Engineers seat to start the engine.



Fireman: Ouch it hurts, it hurts so bad.



Shack: (Grabs the Engineer, and throws him into the Engineer's seat.) Get your ass over here! Now you get us the Hell out of here! (He turns and leaves.) Now!



Fireman: (In pain.) I need help hog.



The Engineer pulls back on the throttle, the engine begins to puff and move. Cigarette runs from the trestle. A-No.1 is still down by the steam attending to his wounds. He looks up to see the train. Cigarette runs along the train, and climbs onto a box car.



The Engineer looks down at the Fireman in pain, and then back in the direction that crazy Shack went. Shack is running long the top of the cars he sees the kid climbing up the side. Pulls out his hammer laughing as the kid climbs to the roof of the car.



Shack: (Raises his hammer and growls at the kid. The kid runs back on the train.) You bastard. (As the train moves over trestle. We hear the voice of Shack) Got yourself a game leg hey kid? You should have jumped off. That would have been the smart thing to do........(Laughs.) You should have jumped Kid. I got to hand it to you kid, you smav. You play both side against the middle. Have your self a high old time. (Laughing.) But now it has lasted long enough. Oh, you can keep running kid, but you are running out of train. (Laughing as kid falls to roof of caboose.) And there is no place to hide. The Brakie cracked his neck, the hide pealing off the black, and the hogger ready for the loony bin. (Cigarette is backed up against the crows nest of the caboose. The train whistles blows.) And all because of you. (laughs.) That's a pretty fairs day's work for a tender foot. (Belly laughs.) But now I am going to show you what happens to people who ride on my train without a ticket. (Pause.) Too bad you didn't get me too kid. Too bad you didn't let that pin bust you up instead of me. Because now I am going to spread your ass all over these tracks like manure. (Raising hammer to hit the kid.)



A-No.1: (He has climbed on the train behind the Shack.) Shack! (Shack turns around.) Your fights over here.



Shack swings at A-No.1. Cigarette ducks to the deck of the caboose. A-No.1 grabs the Shack, and they fly over the kid and land on the stake bed flat car behind the caboose. A-No. 1 gets up first, and kicks the hammer out of the way. Shack craws along the car to get it. A-No.1 kicks it out of the way again. Then runs to get, and pick up the hammer. Shack runs over to pick up one of the two by fours laying on the side of the car. A-No.1 swings the hammer, and gets Shack across the leg. Shack screams out in pain. A-No.1 goes to swing the hammer again, and Shack whacks him in the side with the two by four. A-No.1 hangs over the side for a moment to get his breathe, then goes at Shack with the hammer. Shack holds up the two by four. A-No.1 swings the hammer breaking the two by four in half. Shack wrestles the hammer from A-No.1 who is tossed to the back of the car. As A-No.1 goes to pick up a two by four, Shack throws the hammer, and hits him in the side of the chest. Cigarette is watching the action hanging on to the catwalk of the caboose.



A-No.1 picks up a two by four, while Shack climbs out of the car and goes to get the chain of the back of the caboose railing. Shack laughs as he swings the end of the chain at the end of the two by four. A-No.1 jabs him with the end of the two by four. Then they go at each other. Shack hits him with the chain, and he strike back with the two by four.



Shack comes at him with the chain, and wraps the chain around his neck over one of the vertical post of the car. A-No.1 swings and misses. Shack gets him in the back with the chain. They struggle at each other, and they look directly into each others faces. Then Shack tightens the chain around A-No.1's neck, and he stumbles down appears to be dead or dying. He lets go dropping A-No.1 to the floor of the car.



Shack: Don't belly up on me Bo! You promised me a fight. (Laughs.) (Cigarette looks around for something to do.) Ghost story haw?



A-No.1 grabs a two by four, and gets Shack in the leg. He swings again and misses. Shack knocks the two by four out of his hands. Now he teases A-No.1 by kicking the two by four in his direction along the floor of the car. The move back and then A-No.1 sees the fire ax on the back of the caboose. He tries for another two by four but Shack swings the chain at him. They go at each other, A-No.1 grabs the chain and kicks him in the leg. Then they swing around holding the chain. A-No.1 tosses him back to the end of the car while he runs to get the ax.



A-No.1: (Pushes up several times to fire the ax. Cigarette looks down to see what he is doing. Then comes back in to the car after the Shack.)



Shack comes forward holding the chain in his left hand limping on the right leg laughing.



Shack: Wana play, wana play haw Bo? (laughs.) Come on.



They lock the chain and ax together as the train goes over another bridge. The train whistle blows.



Shack: Smart ass! (Laughs.)



A-No.1 jabs the Shack several times in the gut with the ax. Shack falls over the side of the car hanging on. A-No.1 unwraps the chain and tosses it down off the train. He looks down and sees him hanging as they pass over the trestle. Shack looks up at him.



A-No.1: Oh, no you don't Shack. I promised you a fight.......(Pulling Shack into the car.) Now get your ass up here. (Throwing him to the floor of the car.) You no good miserable son of a bastard. (Picks up two by four and goes to swing it at him. Drops it then goes back in the car to get the ax. Shack gets up with a two by four. They cross weapons. Then Shack hits him with the two by four. A-No.1 hits him with the ax. Shack screams out in pain. Holds up ax to strike him again but lows it.)



Shack: (Gets up from front end of car holding arm.) Blood. (Comes at him swing his empty flat hand several times. A-No.1 turns the blade of the ax as he sways there for a moment or two. A-No.1 pushes him off the car with the blunt end of the ax. Shack falls head over heels off the train. Shack is yelling.) Hey you let me........me.......



Cigarette climbs down from top of caboose to A-No.1 who is trying to get his breathe and dripping liquid from his mouth.



Cigarette: (Laughing as he cross the coupling into the car.) Yes Sir. Ain't we the team. Why we can go to prison and free the con. We can go and capture Mexico. We can do in Rome what the daygos do. Knocking down everything we see all stuck from ourselves. Cigarette and A-No.1. (Laughs.) Yes, sir.



A-No.1: (To his face.) Hey kid you got no class. (Kids face goes blank as he is suddenly grabbed, and tossed from the moving train into the stream below. The kids face rises out of the water. A-No.1 walks back in the car.) Hits the bums kid. Run like the devil. Get a tin can and take up mooching. Knock on back doors for a nickel. Tell them your story. Make em weep. You could have been a meat eater kid. (Pointing at him.) But you didn't listen to me when I laid it down. (Kid swing hand in water.) Stay off the tracks. Forget it. Its a bum's world for a bum. Your never be Emperor of the North Pole Kid. You had the juice kid but not the heart and they go together. Your all gab and no feel, and nobody can teach you that, not even A-No.1. So stay off the train, she'll throw you under for sure. Remember me for that. So long kid.



(Music.)



CAST



A-NO.1.................................................... LEE MARVIN

SHACK....................................................ERNEST BORGNINE

CIGARET.................................................KEITH CARRADINE

CRACKER...............................................CHARLES TINER

HOGGER................................................ MALCOLM ATTERBURY

POLICEMAN..........................................SIMON OAKLAND

COALY....................................................HARRY GAESAH

YARDMAN'S HELPER.........................HAL BAYLUH

YARDLET................................................MATT CLARK

GRAY CAT..............................................ELISHA COOK

GINGER...................................................JOE O. REDA

SMILE.......................................................LIAM DUNN

GIRL IN WATER......................................DIANE DYE

CONDUCTOR.........................................ROBERT FOULK

FAKIR.......................................................JAMES GOODWIN

PREACHER.............................................SID GUTH

GREASE TAIL.........................................SID HAIG

POXEY CLERK.......................................EDWARD McNALLY

STEW BUM.............................................JOHN STEAUMAN

YARD MAN...............................................VIC TAYBACK

GROUNDHOG.........................................DAVE WILCOCK



WE WOULD LIKE TO ACKNOWLEDGE A DEBT OF GRATITUDE TO THE STATE OF OREGON AND THE OREGON PACIFIC AND EASTER RAILROAD FOR THEIR COOPERATION DURING THE FILMING OF "EMPEROR OF THE NORTH"



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