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Captain!

Oh, Captain,

we are going to
make it, aren't we?

Of course we are.

This here is the finest,
most powerful boat on the river,

the Delta Belle.

We've got armed guards
in there,

the best pilot
on the Mississippi.

Nothing's going to happen
to us, Miss Previne.

I sincerely hope
not, Captain.

I sincerely hope not.

Yes, ma'am.

If there's anything
I learned

about this
rotten business...

...dead men
tell no tales.

Where are we?

I just got a flash
of the steeple in Springfield.

I'm laying her over to it now.

By thunder,
I think we're going to make it.

Did you doubt it?

You know darn well I did.

So did you.

If it hadn't been

for that bonus,
I'd never have left New Orleans.

Yeah. Three more hours,
and we're in Vicksburg,

safe and sound.

Pray God.

Watch it!

Look out for the rocks!

There's the steeple,
the steeple!

Out of my way!

Get out of there!

Move!

Got word they fished his body
out of the river two hours ago.

That's the fourth investigator
we've lost in as many weeks.

Moore, Fisher, O'Neill,
now Hackett.

And all of the causes
listed as accidental.

Hackett was
a good swimmer.

I don't believe
he drowned.

You think he might have
been aboard the Delta Belle

when she went down?

The others were fished
out of the river, too.

That makes it just too
coincidental for me, Artemus.

They must have been
onto something.

Or somebody.

Remember, Artemus,

there hasn't been a trace
of the boat or any cargo.

The only clue we have
is a roulette chip

from The Pot of Gold.

Hackett's luck.

He didn't live long enough
to cash it in.

So, now I'll try mine.

Uh, book says there's a law

against us Secret Service
fellows gambling, remember?

It's our only lead.

At least it's a place.

You cover the river section
of Fitch Landing,

and work your way
up to me.

I'll be glad to.

It's only 150 miles.

Jim?

Put that on number 13,
will you?

For Hackett.

Welcome, sir.

Welcome to The
Pot of Gold.

Blackjack, poker,
dice, roulette.

Take your pick
of the table, sir.

And no limits.

It's quite a place
you have here.

Or I had.

The river's dying
on its feet.

The boats, disappearing.

Yes, it's got
so everybody's afraid

to go on the river anymore.

The whole tourist trade-
shot into Hades.

This chip come
from your casino?

My hobby is remembering faces,
and I, uh...

I've never seen you
in action around here before.

A friend of mine
couldn't come tonight.

He gave me this chip
to play for him.

His name's Hackett.

Hackett. Hackett.

Oh, yes. Hackett.

Real unlucky fellow.

Yeah. Real unlucky.

Never cried, though,
like a lot of them cry

when they lose.

If he did cry, he
won't cry anymore.

He took a long trip.

Oh.

Seems like black could be
your friend's color.

Call me Crystal.

James West.

Well, take care
of Mr. West, Crystal.

Very good care.

James?

Jim?

Or Mr. West?

Take your choice.

Black.

Let it ride.

My friend never play
at your table?

A lot of men played
at my table.

Names, faces-

they're all one to me.

You think I'd remember.

It's nice to be remembered.

Seems like your friend's luck
could be changing.

That would be an improvement.

What time do
you finish?

3:00.

Will you have
dinner with me,

or should I say breakfast at that hour?

I'm afraid not.

You are lucky, Mr. West.

Does that mean you've
changed your mind

about dinner tonight?

Aah!

Why did you
set me up?

Get out of here.

Not until you answer
some questions.

I have nothing to say.

You were cheating,
letting me win.

Why?

I like you.

You know that.

Then why are you
running away?

They were supposed
to find me

with my pockets turned
inside out and dead,

and not ask too
many questions.

That was the
idea, wasn't it?

A victim
of robbery.

No.

No.

You're repeating
yourself.

It's time for some
"yes" answers.

Let's begin
with, "Yes."

What do you know
about my friend Hackett,

and, yes, who put
you up to this?

You've gotten me all wrong.

Convince me.

There was no one.

Then I'll have
to convince you.

Hackett was working
for the government.

So am I.

Hackett was murdered,

and so were three other
government agents before him.

And tonight,

they tried to kill me.

A simple accident.

Who knows?

Maybe you're next.

Another accident.

No!

You're still
repeating yourself.

Or maybe it won't be the river.

A simple drowning.

Or maybe
they have something special

in mind for you, Crystal.

I-I was given
the message.

Instructions
to let you win.

I was going
to be paid.

Who by?

I don't know.

Crystal?

I don't know.

C...

Co... Coffin.

Coffin.

I can forgive a mistake
made by a man.

None of us are all that perfect.

I can excuse a misjudgment,
underestimation, even a failure.

Mr. West is not an ordinary man,

but cowardice-
that is unforgivable.

Wouldn't you say so,
Poavey?

Wouldn't you say, Poavey?!

I wouldn't do nothing like that,
Captain.

Liar!

Poavey...

it's written
in your eyes.

You're the liar, Captain!

You can't see anything
with them eyes.

I can see right through them
to your rotten soul.

Your heart bleeds yellow!

No man calls Poavey a coward!

Coward!

Coward...

Get rid of him
quickly.

And now, Oriana, we must devote
some thought to Mr. West.

His train is still going north.
He himself remains here.

He's a dangerous man,

and that requires something

quite out of the ordinary.

Jennifer... Wingate-

we've called on her before-
several times.

Is she... beautiful?

But beautiful enough to interest
a man like Mr. West?

But not as beautiful as you...
Oriana.

So lovely.

So uniquely... lovely.

Oh, Oriana, my golden one.

Send a message
of instruction

to Jennifer Wingate.

Tell her to make contact
with James West.

She has never failed...
to kill.

I tell you, Jim,

this crew would put
Captain Kidd to shame-

one speck of debris
from The Dixie Belle

found floating 100 miles
downstream from here.

What I'd like to know
is how he does it.

And who's Coffin?
Right.

That's all the poor girl
said, huh? "Coffin"?

That's all she
had time to say.

That bar of soap on the floor-

could you hand it to me, please?

Well, it could be

the fellow's voice
is changing, Jim.

Could be.

Clumsy.

Now, will you please hand me
the soap and get out of here?

But lady, you're
on the wrong side.

Jim...

I know, but the ladies' side
is occupied.

Jim, don't be so
old-fashioned, will you?

In Japan, everybody
bathes together.

This is not Japan.

Ah.

this is not Japan.

And you have more
investigating to do.

Uh, y-y-yeah, l-look, let me
just clean up a little bit...

There's no need, uh...

If you were a gentleman,

you would leave
with your friend.

And if you were a lady,

you wouldn't be here
in the first place.

Would you like me
to call the manager?

Under the circumstances,
that might be very interesting.

I'll wait outside.

Oh, oh, sir...

Name's West... James West.

Mr. West, would you kindly
hand me that towel, please?

Discreetly.

I'm always discreet.

The towel, please.

For some reason, bathing
invariably gives me an appetite.

It often has the
same effect on me.

Wonderful- then we can
have dinner tonight.

We can share a finger bowl.

Hardly. We haven't been
properly introduced.

My name's James,
and yours?

Jennifer Wingate.

Now, the towel,
please, Mr. West.

James.

Dinner?

Dinner.

Mmm...

Mister...

I heard you was
looking for someone.

Well, if I were looking
for someone, sugar,

I could stop
right now, huh?

What, uh, friendly thing
did you have in mind?

Conversation?

Charming way to start.

What'll we talk about first?

What you want to know about.

Facts of life?

Ask me anything.

I suppose the first
subject of conversation

should be money, huh?

I don't want your money.

Well, that's interesting.

What, then?

Revenge.

Aw... a woman scorned.

A father killed!

Cold blood, just like that.

I want to see the man
who killed him dead.

Coffin?

Coffin. Ansel Coffin.

What'd your father
have to do with Coffin?

He was one of his men.

Not that I excuse him

for helping do
Coffin's dirty work...

but no human should be choked
like a rat!

Sugar, I want Coffin
more than you do.

Where do I find him?

I don't know.

He's got a place...
hidden away.

My father would
never say where.

Sugar, you're
not helping me.

It's your friend
who needs the help.

Friend?

Now what friend would that be?

Jim West.

Jim West... Jim... West.

He's gonna be dead.

Coffin hired somebody
to kill him.

You do know something,
don't you?

Who?

A girl... Jennifer.

Her name is
Jennifer Wingate.

Thank you, Miss, uh...

Poavey. Glory Poavey.

Thank you, Miss Poavey.

I'll talk with you again
sometime.

Next time you
talk to me,

tell me about Coffin's funeral.

Miss Poavey,
it'll be a pleasure.

I complement myself
on this dish, Mr. West-

a recipe handed down

through several generations
of my family.

Old World or New?

Does that make a difference?

It has been said that
the Old World recipes

were so highly
seasoned

that they disguised their
true taste and flavor.

Such as, Mr. West?

You may go now, Arnold.

Such as was the custom of the
vendetta in the Old World.

You mean that such dishes
often contained poison?

That has been said.

We're not related,
so you, of course,

would have nothing like that
to worry about.

Of course.

And why would a girl like you
want to revenge herself

against a charming, defenseless
man like me anyway?

I would never use poison.

What would you use?

Let us have some secrets
from each other... shall we?

I suppose everyone has
their own style...

you yours, I mine.

The luxury of choice

is always in the hands
of the aggressor.

I'm the passive type.

Which are you
at the moment?

You're not afraid
of me, Mr. West?

You're a woman.

If I weren't
afraid of you,

I'd be a reckless fool.

And my lips...

do they frighten you, too?

Especially your lips.

Be a reckless fool, darling.

Try mine.

I don't know
you that well.

You talk too much.

Who's Coffin?

I suppose I'll have
to tell you now.

Why fight it?

I'm afraid I singed
your bullet-proof vest.

That's all right.

I'll send it to the
foundry for repairs.

I'm sorry, darling.

Think nothing of it.
It's insured.

Do you ever
take it off?

Only on my birthday.

Happy birthday,
darling.

About Coffin.

It would have been a shame
to have killed you, darling.

Some other time.

You were saying about Coffin,
darling?

He does want you killed.

You'd be flattered

at how much money
I was going to be paid.

Of course, there was nothing
personal about it.

Naturally.

I like your style, Mr. West.

Now, why don't you take off
your bullet-proof vest?

About Coffin, and riverboats,
and Old World recipes?

It's a way of life,

and one does have
to live these days.

I pass on information about
every riverboat that passes by.

The name,

destination, cargo,
that sort of thing.

What's the information for?

I don't know.

The boats are being wrecked.

How about the cargos?

Stolen, and then sold.

The passengers?

Killed.

You're a naughty girl, Jennifer.

I don't want to be...
not really.

If you mean what you say,
take me to where Coffin is.

When I shot you,
it was a signal to Arnold.

He released a pigeon.

The message said you were dead.

But you and I know differently.

Pity.

About what?

When I do take you to Coffin,
he will kill you.

Like you said... a way of life.

Well, now, shall we eat?

Delicious.

Delicious, darling.

Cozy surroundings.

Like a graveyard,
darling.

It's not too late
to turn back.

You tempt me,
Jennifer.

Maybe in some
other life.

If you live that long.

Thank you for
waiting, gentlemen.

I brought him to you.

I sent word
so you'd be ready for him.

I told you to kill him,
not to bring him here.

I tried.

You failed.

No one comes here
unless I send for them.

I do not tolerate
such failure.

I will decide what
to do with her later.

She did the best she could,
Captain Coffin.

It's not her fault
I'm still alive.

But not for long,
Mr. West.

My companions-
scum, riffraff,

cutthroats from every
treacherous coast in the world.

Zanzibar, Hatteras,
Key West, Cornwall...

Wreckers, and none
better or worse.

Not that way, Farley.

For you, Mr. West,

I have other
things in mind.

I think I've drawn your fangs,
Mr. West.

This is my headquarters
and my home.

Looks more like
a warehouse.

11 years ago
when I had my eyes,

I might have said
the same thing.

An explosion took away
my sight and my livelihood.

I was the finest pilot
on the Mississippi.

I still am.

You'd be amazed how blindness
sharpens the other faculties.

Everything here is for
the pleasure of my senses.

Smell.

Touch.

Hearing.

And this
is my greatest treasure.

The one I prize

above all the others.

Oriana, my wife.

Are you afraid
of him now?

She has a premonition
about you,

Mr. West,
but presently,

I will give her
final, positive proof

that you can no longer

harm me.

Exquisite,
isn't she?

One of the loveliest women
I've ever seen.

Praise from
a connoisseur.

You must thank him,
Oriana.

Go ahead.

You are very
kind, Mr. West.

A Chinese potter

always deliberately
flaws his work

to avoid... perfection.

Her voice is Oriana's flaw.

A flatboat
is leaving Natchez.

How do you
know that?

One of my eyes has seen it.

Come here.

From one end of the river
to the other,

I have 1,000 agents-
my eyes.

Nothing
moves on the river,

even a small,
unimportant flatboat,

that I don't know about.

From hour to hour,

I know the whereabouts
of every vessel.

And you destroy
them- how?

There are critical points
where a pilot lays his course

according to landmarks-
a tree, a rock, a steeple.

We provide
alternate landmarks.

And the ships
wind up on the shoals.

Exactly- to be looted,
dismantled, burned.

To vanish.

A month ago,
there were 100 vessels here.

Now only two,
and a flatboat.

No question
it's been most profitable.

Gleanings, gleanings.

Tomorrow I will send a message

to the President
of the United States

demanding a tribute.

One cent
for every pound of cargo

that I permit to move freely
along the river.

Impossible; you'll never
get away with it.

Your voice betrays you.

You're not at all sure
it's impossible.

What's to stop me?

In a year, I'll be
the richest man in history.

It's nearly time.

Dooley!

To the cage.

The storm's upon us, Mr. West.

If you look behind
you, you'll see

there's a
lightning rod

attached to
your cage.

Already, the
very ground

is charged with
electrical fluid.

The air tingles

with it.

You will be electrocuted.

Where are they?

Who, sir?

The girl
and the man.

You'll have to be
more explicit, sir.

What girl
and what man?

Jennifer Wingate-
she is a girl.

And Jim West-
he's a man.

And don't "sir" me.

Talk.

Well, sir, I mean,
they did dine, sir,

and then Miss Wingate
had to leave hurriedly

to visit a sick uncle,

and the gentleman
went on about his way.

That sick uncle
wouldn't happen to be

a man named Coffin,
now, would it?

"Coffin" is a casket,
sir.

A box in which one
is usually buried.

Thank you very much.

Jim?

Jim?!

Forget him, mate.

Uh, you say
forget him?

May I ask what
you mean by that?

What I said-
forget him, mate.

Ah. You must
know something

that, uh, I don't.

Yeah, like you're going
to join him real soon, mate.

I see.

And, uh, you gentlemen
are going to escort me there?

That's right,
we're going to take you,

right, Lug?

Right, Mike.

Well, if it's going
to be a long journey,

I'm sure you won't mind
if I, uh...

Oh, no.

We'll even
go in with you,

won't we, Lug?

Right.

Well, thank you, thank you.

Ah, drowning's
much cleaner.

Yes, gentlemen, it's always been
an old tradition of the family

among my ancestors.

Almost a, uh, motto of the clan,
if you will.

Never take a long journey
unless well bathed.

One never knows whom one
may meet along the way,

and as my father
always said to me,

"One should always look
his best, Artemus."

Ha-ha-ha!
You're the jolly pirate.

And you're daft, mate.

Go ahead and
enjoy yourself.

Hold that for me,
will you?

Thank you very much.

Hey, take the Greeks and
the Romans, for instance, eh?

Why, they were known
for their baths.

All our modern plumbing
comes right from their culture.

That goes back
centuries.

Thank you very much.

You, uh... have heard
of baths, haven't you?

Not me, mate.

They rust the bones.

Oh, not at all.

They're wonderful.

Why, take soap, for instance.

It's a magnificent
invention.

Absolutely evaporates the dirt,
tingles the skin,

gives one
a deep sense of purity.

Soap, soap,
beautiful, beautiful soap.

Thank you very much.

I tell you, gentlemen,

baths are probably
the best things

that one can ever take.

You ought
to try it sometime.

You too, Mike.

You.

$100 if you tell me
where I can find my friend.

Sure.

Where is he?

He's where nobody
can do him any good.

By now, he's
in the river,

dead.

Ansel?

Yes, Oriana?

I have never questioned
your wisdom.

But now?

Release Mr. West.

Oriana, soon now...

the whole river will be mine.

Ansel...

can we leave here?

Go away.

Live in peace?

Just when I have them
at my feet?

I don't want the river
to be your grave.

The river will be my throne.
Our throne.

I'll give you the whole world
for a kingdom.

I do not want a whole world.

I want you.

Alive.

I want you alive.

I only want to share

your love.

You already have all my love,
Oriana.

That can never be lost.

I'm afraid
that if you kill Mr. West...

you'll kill us, too.

I was very fortunate
that night the boat blew up

and I lost my sight
because you were aboard.

You found me on the deck,
you stayed with me.

You became my eyes.

You are my life.

Do you think I would let
anything or anybody

take you away from me?

Take us away
from each other?

I would rather die.

But I am afraid.

Do not be afraid
of a dead man!

The dead cannot hurt.

Something wrong with
your eyes, Mr. West?

Your powder flash
blinded me.

Very good, Mr. West.

But not nearly
good enough.

You will have to practice
for 11 years in the dark-

the darkness of your skull!
- to compete with me.

There are weapons all
around you, Mr. West.

Guns... knives...
rifles. There.

You catch on
quickly, Mr. West.

It will only slightly
prolong your life.

Don't make a sound,
Oriana.

I have an ingenious weapon
for your demise...

Mr. West!

Ansel!

Oriana?

Oriana!

Oh... Ansel.

Oriana.

I'm sorry, but under
the circumstances

life imprisonment
is almost mandatory.

Surely you must have some
influence with the judge.

Mmm, mmm, under
the circumstances,

my recommendation
might do some good.

I've already promised
I will never again

do any of those
evil things.

Artemus, do you
believe her?

I certainly do not.

How can you say that?

Easily.

I can't understand it, Jim.

How can you sit there

and let yourself be stung
by the kiss of death?

No, no, Artemus.

No, no, no, really.

For three days and nights,

I've been tramping up and down
that river without sleep.

Certain that, at the next bend,

I'd find you floating somewhere,
face down in the water.

I get jumped on
by two men

and nearly drowned myself

in a bathtub!

And you say,
"No, no, no, Artemus.

No, no."

Artemus, why should
you complain?

Coffin put me into a cage
and tried to electrocute me.

And she... she tried
to shoot me.

And... at close range.

Aah.

So, I was wrong,

darlings.

But there must be some
forgiveness in your hearts.

Life?

Ten years.

Five.

And of course, time off
for good behavior.

Jim...
I am simply appalled.

How can you even
consider leniency

at a time like this?

This woman tried
to kill you.

She tried to kill
both of us.

I've turned over
a new leaf.

That must count
for something.

Besides, do we know how many
other monstrous crimes

she may have committed?

Mmm...

W-Well, on the other hand,
I mean, there's no need

to be vindictive, either,
you know.

Poor little thing.