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Señor West?

- Did they not tell you?
- Tell me what?

Captain Jackson.

He's in the patio.

He wish to speak with you.

Muchas gracias.

- Where's Jackson?
- In the warehouse.

Captain Jackson.

Captain Jackson?

Come on in, Jim.

Flory.

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THE WILD WEST - S01E02

"THE NIGHT OF THE DEADLY BED"

Coal.

Why did Jackson want coal?

Not just
plain coal, James...

coal as a disguise
for dynamite.

Plaster of Paris coating

designed to resist heat
up to 375 degrees Fahrenheit

before it burns through
to the fuse.

I must say, Artemus, you did
a beautiful job of disguise.

Thank you very much, James.

Just don't go lighting
any matches around that,

unless you want the Secret Service
to lose two of its best men.

The whole thing takes one minute
and 30 seconds to burn.

Didn't take Jackson much longer
to lose his life in that explosion.

Yeah.

You said Jackson got word
it was urgent to get this stuff.

Couldn't be he wanted it
just to keep warm in a campfire.

He was on to something he felt
could spell big trouble

for this country.

Did he say what kind of trouble?

No, never got around to it.

Now, how could works of art

and lobster on ice be a threat
to the United States?

Smuggling, you think?

Nah, too simple.

Jackson was a man in a hurry.

The last thing he said,
"Flory"... what is it?

A thing? A name?
A person?

I don't know.

Sounds like it might
be French to me.

Here's that other little thing
you asked me to make for you.

Wear it in good health.

Thanks.

¿Sí, señor?

The girl that was here
the other night...

where is she?

Girl?

She was behind the bar...
an Oriental.

You must be mistaken, mister.

I'm the only one
in back of the bar.

And besides, my wife,

she says I do not
look like a girl.

Very funny,
but there was a girl,

- and she was behind that bar.
- No, no, no girl.

I look at you, señor,
and you look right through me

and you do not applaud.

Don't you like my dancing?

It isn't that, señorita.

But what?

I'm...
I'm looking for a girl.

Any other time.

What happened to
your friend, friend?

What friend, señor?

The fellow
that plays the guitar...

strings around your neck.

Flamenco?

More like garrote.

Garrote?

No, señor,
no garrote.

You are a very busy person.

First you are looking for a girl,
and now you are looking for a man.

Perhaps you are not sure
just what you are looking for.

Maybe you'd like to try
to convince me.

If I am the girl...
and you are the man.

What's your name?

Gatita.

"Little pussycat".

I promise I won't scratch.

When I find the other pussycat,

maybe you and I can
go out and chase a ball of yarn.

Americans... always hunting.

You are like
that Captain Jackson.

He, too, always hunting.

Sometimes too much hunting
hunts trouble.

What did you say?

- Trouble?
- No, Jackson.

You said you knew
a man named Jackson.

Very friendly.

Now he's very dead.

Let us not talk
about death, señor.

It is too depressing.

I do not like to talk
about the dead.

If they hear you speak of them,

they come back in the night
and steal your eyes.

You have beautiful eyes.

I wouldn't want
you to lose them.

You should be careful,

for you, too, have pretty eyes.

It would be a shame
if someone stole them.

Now, if you will excuse me,
I must change for my next dance.

About Jackson...

He said he was searching
for treasures of art.

Treasures of art are found
in the most peculiar places.

Yes.

If you come with me,
I will show you.

Early Aztec.

My ancestors were known
for their silver craft.

I'd say they had
other virtues, too.

Lime...

and salt.

It's a custom in my country
to have the hostess drink first.

But in my country,
we drink together,

especially tequila.

¿Bueno?

Muy bueno.

Tell me, little pussycat,
what's a "Flory"?

You are hunting
again, señor.

Well, you did invite me up here
to see your, treasures.

And you will.

You really do have pretty eyes.

Any other time, señor...

any other time.

I will tell Señor Flory
you were asking for him.

Same size, same shape.

This is ours, this is theirs.

They were carrying the coal
in baskets, just like this.

You saw them carrying this coal
into the mission?

Now, the temperature today
is 80 degrees Fahrenheit.

And you don't figure they were
using it to warm the pews.

Jackson wasn't a religious man,

but I doubt if he'd blow up
anybody's congregation.

Well, then what was he
so anxious to blow up?

That's what I'm
going to find out.

While I just sit around here
and make bombs?

No, you take the coal...
our coal...

- and get it in the place.
- Well, of course.

Don't I make the sun rise
in the west every morning?

James, just one thing:

We'll be in a foreign country.

If you get into any trouble,

you can't look
to Washington for help.

And just one thing
for you, Artemus:

Don't get tired
of this job and lay down.

The beds in this town...
they're pure murder.

No, go away!

Please, Monsieur Flory!

Monsieur Flory...

Emmenez-la!

No!

Help me.

Help you?

After the way you tried
to tuck me into bed?

I could not help myself.
I had no choice.

You must believe me.

You nearly had me
garroted, blown up,

then carved up in the bed.

You show me a man who
wouldn't believe you

and I'll show you a coward.

It is not for myself,
it is for the others and...

please, listen to me.

Listen to you once again,
I could end up pretty dead.

After you, little pussycat.

And the Chateaubriand,
perfectly underdone.

Wine...
the blood of life.

You must remember that,
my dear Roxanne.

And the shrimp...

absolutely delicious, Roxanne.

Fresh from the Gulf,
there is no finer delicacy...

pink and tender...

just properly chilled.

Take it away.

Please, Monsieur Flory,
I'm so hungry.

Abstinence is good for the soul,
my dear Roxanne.

I do hate the sight of blood,
Monsieur West.

Guard.

No, no...

Next time such compassion
possesses your heart,

you will take her place
in the hunt, Gatita.

Get her out of here.

Leave her alone.

Come on.

But now, mon ami,
welcome to France.

- France?
- Elba, France, to be exact.

Elba, France?

Well, everyone
does have his Elba.

Napoleon had his...

I, mine.

You, yours perhaps?

You must consider
yourself my guest.

What did she do wrong,
your, lady fox?

She displeased me.

I must say,
you have a way about you.

You certainly made
a runner out of her.

So this is what a "Flory" is.

Paintings...

that complex of yours...

blast furnaces, forges,

sheets of steel,
all that coal.

Do you have something
special in mind?

Bon appétit, mon ami.

Although, unfortunately,
I cannot offer you

lobster on ice or caviar.

Your Captain, Jackson...

he saw to that.

A tragedy.

You touch me.

All that lobster and caviar

and such a treasure in art
to have to be blown up

along with
your Captain Jackson.

But I do raise
my own pheasant... under glass.

Pheasant, pâté,
Chateaubriand.

As for François René,
the Comte de Chateaubriand,

I regard him more as a poet
than a slice of beef.

I do admire culture
and breeding, Monsieur West.

I regret there will not be time
for an exchange of such cultures...

between our two worlds.

Please?

I take it you want me to savor
the fullness of life.

No, I may be many things

but never an ungracious host.

From the finest vineyard
in France.

A great vintage.

There will not be
another year comparable...

for the next ten.

Then why don't you
invite me back again?

I'm sorry, but this must be
your finest hour.

You certainly are
a gracious host.

But for you, I have
a special dessert.

Monsieur Flory,
I feel I must warn you:

If you ever cross the border
into the United States,

I'm going to have to take you
into custody.

You won't have to worry about that
after tomorrow, Monsieur West.

After tomorrow,
you will be dead.

You waste your
beautiful eyes, señor.

I can dream.

Then I will dream with you.

What's in this for you?

My people.

They are the ones you saw
in the caves underground.

We are all from
the same village.

What's Flory up to?
What's he doing?

I don't know.

I only know that my people
are like prisoners.

But he said
they will soon be freed.

So now you're his
personal hostage.

To keep them alive, you perform
his delicate art of murder.

It hurt me to think that...

that you were meant
to be my first victim.

- I don't have much choice, do I?
- Don't...

I did promise you
a delicious dessert,

did I not, Monsieur West?

Your generosity kills me.

You have put me
to a great deal of trouble,

but I shall accomplish
what I have set out to do.

In the end,
I shall be the victor.

That's what Napoleon
thought about his Elba.

He lacked... vision.

Dreams do not make reality.

And you're different?

I will reclaim the empire.
Mexico will be mine.

Talk like that would have
Napoleon I

turning over in his grave.

I said Mexico will be mine...
not for France, Monsieur West.

I will be Napoleon IV.

To be more precise,
I intend to reestablish

Napoleonic rule in
the Western Hemisphere.

The United States has already
stopped Napoleon once.

What chance
do you think you'd have?

When Napoleon
moved into Mexico,

he expected the civil war
to give him enough time

to secure
his puppet government.

That estimate was inaccurate.

Before we knew it,

American troops
were threatening our existence.

The threat of these troops
forced us to depart.

And now you think
you can change all that.

Your government was able
to move its army

and all the supplies it needed
with such speed

for one reason...
its great railroad system.

That is my obstacle.

That railroad system
still exists.

But not for long.

My design.

My engine of
destruction, monsieur.

I have laid secret tracks
leading from here

into the main trunk line
in the United States.

My monster will seek
out its prey, destroy

and return
under the cover of darkness.

It is almost finished.

A toy's never yet won a war.

But I do not have a toy.

As you shall see.

This is the battering ram
on the front of my monster.

No train could possibly
withstand the impact.

The demands of power and speed

have led to a far greater increase
in steam pressure...

200 pounds per square inch.

The boiler tubes
must be extra strong.

I imagined that.

These driving wheels...

they give my machine
a far greater tractive force.

What happens if the track gets
wet after a night's rain?

Vents of hot air will be placed

in front of the wheels

to dry the rails.

My machine will be limited
only by the ability of the firemen

to shovel coal
into the firebox.

My monster will soon
be sent out to play.

But we have had
our little game, mon ami.

We should now get back

to the matter of life...
or death.

That depends
on whose point of view.

Shall we say... mine?

At precisely 12:00,
water triggers the gong.

That gong was hand-crafted

by some of the
finest metalsmiths of France.

I seem to find my mind fixed
upon a great sermon by Jean...

John Donne.

There are some lines that might be
of particular interest to you...

"Never send to find out
for whom the bell tolls;

It tolls for thee".

Take him over.

That he might
inspect it more closely.

Any last words, Monsieur West?

Nothing you'd agree with,
Monsieur Flory.

Shall we just say au revoir,
then, mon ami?

Malagueña...

Hey, toro!

Malagueña...

- See to that peasant!
- Besar tus labios quisiera.

Compadre de mi vida!

¿Quieres un poquito a beber?

Take them alive!

- What's that?
- Some sleeping gas I dreamed up.

They will finish his monster
and no one will be free,

and he will kill
everyone to keep his secret.

Not if we kill
the monster first.

No, no, no.

Nothing ever works right,
does it?

I mean for people like us.

Just keep purring, pussycat.

How can I keep purring
when my people are in danger?

I, hate to break into
anything chummy, James,

but it looks like things are going
to be getting warm here

in a minute or two.

It is a pity you have made things
so difficult, mon ami.

I had hoped to treat you
in a civilized manner.

But... you and your friend
shall be the first passengers

aboard my train.

You will ride
in a special place.

Directly at the point
of the battering ram.

You will be able to see everything
with an unobstructed view.

And so the long ride
will not prove too lonely,

there will be the company of
a third passenger.

I'll be back to wish you
bon voyage, mon ami.

They shovel like the rest.

Do something
to get their attention.

I could recite.

If it'll work, do it.

Friends, friends!
May I have your kind attention

for one moment, please?

You slave here
in the devil's land,

you all work, and for what?

Do you think this toy
that you're building

is going to bring you
wealth or freedom?

And what if it doesn't even run?
Tell me that.

that gives you pause
to wonder, doesn't it?

you really have to be careful of,
and that is

that they'll make you ride
in the baggage cars!

They will be asking for you to ride
in baggage cars

all the way through,

and they won't even let you
ride on the train!

I ask you this...

You see, even now they will not
allow the truth to be heard!

Ayúdenlos!

Ayúdenlos!... Ayúdenlos!

Tell your people
to get out of here!

This whole place is going up
in a minute and a half!

Take the guards with you!

Todos para afuera!

En menos de dos minutos
explotará!

Llevan a los guardias consigo.

Artemus, get her out of here!

Get back, I say!
I'm in command here!

Para la lucha,
para la lucha...

Jim!

Come on!

Non, Angélique.
Non, Diable.

Au revoir, mes amis.

You have destroyed my dream!

Can I do less than destroy you?!

One minute and 30 seconds,
was it not, mon ami?

Now...

we shall wait together.

Jimmy?

There just isn't any room
for Napoleons anymore.

- ¿Bueno?
- Muy bueno.

- More?
- More.

This from the front, James,
right off the press.

Guess this is the wrong time.

He could be right,
little pussycat.

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