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Tell Professor Bolt

the governor
has arrived.

Remind me
to draft a letter

to Professor Bolt
tomorrow,

thanking him for
this private showing.

Yes, sir.

I understand the statue

is a magnificent work
of art, Governor.

Oh?

A remarkable
likeness of you.

Well, it had
better be.

Otherwise,
I can assure you,

there'll be no public
unveiling tomorrow night.

Hmm. Amazing.

What?

Hurry up.

Yes, ma'am.

Guard.

Call the carriage.

The governor will be
ready to leave soon.

And tell Professor Bolt

that the statue of the governor
is an excellent likeness.

Yep.

I think I'm
going to be able

to build this thing
so it can be concealed

in either a... ring
or a stickpin.

"Priority."

"Clear... line."

"Urgent."

"Classification...
most secret."

Give me the date,
time and route.

"Have received..."

"letter."

"Most critical subject."

"From Governor Bradford."

"Contact him immediately."

"Extend full cooperation."

"Secrecy vital."

"President Grant."

Governor Bradford again.

Yep.

Fine man.

Yeah, I like him
very much.

I always had a great
deal of respect for him.

Oh, so do I.

So do I.

His taste,
his judgments...

his ability to, uh,
select people.

I'm looking forward to
working with him again.

Artemus, you're
a hypocrite.

Yeah!

So are you.

He just happens
to have

one of the most
beautiful secretaries

I think
I've ever seen.

Miss Piecemeal.

Mmm, it's been
over a year, though.

She, uh, might not even
be working for him anymore.

Oh, what
an ugly thought.

If you could just
give me some idea

of what your business
is, Mr. West.

I'm afraid not,
Miss Piecemeal.

The governor stressed
the need for secrecy.

The last
time we met,

there was
a frightful crisis.

I don't always
mean trouble.

I know.

There were some
moments last time

I distinctly enjoyed.

The, uh,
governor...

I'll see if he's free.

Thank you.

How's your nerve?

Holding up fine,
so far.

Good.

There are two Secret Service
agents outside from Washington.

Oh.

Can't we...

Can't we tell them
the governor's busy?

He sent for them...

somehow, secretly,
without telling me.

Why?

Obviously,

he suspected something.

How much, I don't know.

I can't find out.

I...

I may have overestimated
the state of my nerve.

What'll I do?

Play along...

until we can find out

why they're here
and how much they know.

The governor and I met
them over a year ago.

He's on formal terms

with both of them.

One is called Artemus Gordon.

I'll be standing beside
the other- James West.

Be calm.

If there's any trouble,
we'll kill them.

The governor
will see you now.

Thank you.

Mr. West.

Governor.

Good to see you again.

Good to see
you, sir.

Mr. Gordon, how
long has it been?

A year since
I saw you last?

Almost, sir.

Uh, sit down,
gentlemen.

Thank you.
Thank you.

The president told us that
according to your letter,

you had highly confidential
information for us.

O-Oh, I have no secrets
from Miss Piecemeal.

Now, how can we
help you, Governor?

Well...

You see, Mr. West,
there was no need

for us to play
cat and mouse outside.

I asked the governor
to write the president

because of threats
against his life.

But surely, sir, you
have the state militia.

There's a great
deal more to it.

A-Allow me, please.

Mr. West, under
the present circumstances,

I cannot trust
the state militia.

You see, my death is
only part of a larger plot

to take over the entire state government.

Do you have any idea
who's behind it?

Unfortunately, no.

Now, how did you find out?

An informant.

Who was that?

Well, I'm afraid
I can't divulge that.

In any event,
he was killed.

Governor, you should
divulge everything

if we're to assist you, sir.

Mr. West,

I asked you and Mr. Gordon here

for one reason and one
protection.

The conspiracy
cannot succeed

as long as
I am alive.

Now, I am not powerless,
and given time,

I can deal with the conspiracy
in my own fashion.

But if I am to stay alive,

then I must have someone
guarding me whom I can trust

without reservation-
you and Mr. Gordon.

The first thing
that I would suggest

is that you cancel
all your public appearances.

Out of the question.

I must carry on
my normal routine

as if I didn't suspect a thing.

Besides, they're unveiling
a statue of me tonight

at the Bolt Museum, and I, uh...
I wouldn't want to miss that.

Mmm, no, if you insist
on taking that risk.

I do.

Perhaps it might work to our advantage.

If someone does make
an attempt on your life,

they might lead us
to the conspirators.

My thought precisely.

We'll pick you up at 7:00

and escort you
to the museum, Governor.

Well, I am
much reassured

now that you
gentlemen are here.

Governor.

I'll be your liaison, Mr. West-

work very closely
with you.

I was hoping
you'd say that.

Good-bye, Governor.

Gentlemen.

You were superb.

I hope I never have to go through that...

I don't believe
you'll see them anymore.

I suppose the unveiling is formal.

Uh-huh.

Doesn't give us
much time-

bite, change,
back to the capitol.

You know, with all due
respect to the governor,

I just can't take this...
threat thing too seriously.

It does sound
incredible.

Aw, take over the
government of a whole state?

It's more than incredible
- it's impossible.

Artemus, you and I
are convinced;

that doesn't mean
everybody is.

A few people think they
might get away with it...

Yeah, I know
what you mean.

They'll try.

They could succeed
in killing the governor

if we're not careful.

Whoa!

All right, mister.

Against the wall.

Okay, talk.

Look, no offense.

I was just
doing a job.

Who for?
Who paid you?

I don't know.

Honest.

It was a guy I met
in the saloon.

I never saw him
before in my life.

See?

Easy, friend.

Why, it's, uh...

just a little old
watch he gave me.

No offense.

To the left.

Lower.

Ooh, ah.

That's right.

Right there.

Still too cold.

Well?

I failed.

The two Secret Service
agents are still alive.

Hmm...

I just paid
$25,000 for this.

What do you think
of it?

Angelique?

Why, it is very beautiful, Professor.

Mm-hmm.

Miss Piecemeal?

I like it very much.

The composition
is atrocious.

I would pay $100,000
to keep such trash

from being foisted
on the public.

In the same way,

our lives must be regarded
as artistic compositions-

symmetrical,
flawless,

successful.

We shall make another attempt
to kill West this evening,

and this time

it must be symmetrically composed...

balanced...

flawless...

successful.

I understand.

Exactly warm enough.

I'm shocked at the attempt
on your life, naturally,

but not surprised.

And I must warn you,
Governor,

there may be
an attempt

on your life
tonight.

Nevertheless, I will not cancel
the unveiling, Mr. West.

Sir, there's
no further need

to keep up appearances
for the sake of secrecy.

The conspirators obviously
know we're here and why.

I disagree with you, Mr. Gordon.

In any event,
my mind is made up.

One of us will be
at your side

at all times,
Governor.

The drafts on
the state treasury, sir.

Oh, yes,
thank you.

Will you excuse me,
gentlemen?

We'll wait
outside.

Yes, I'll be with
you in a moment.

You understand your part
in the arrangements tonight?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm going back to the museum
for a few minutes.

I have arranged for West
to be standing here.

Durand himself will be
at the ballista.

It's a primitive
concept, Miss Piecemeal,

but dynamic...

raw, vigorous...
exciting.

I like it.

Well...

have you come to kill me?

That's the last thing
on my mind.

No, no, no.

I thought you might like to know
that your unveiling ceremony

shows every sign of being
an enormous success.

Everyone of importance
is upstairs.

Mmm... except me.

You shall be, too, Governor...

never fear.

This man who looks like me-
is he that good?

Mm-hmm.

You thief!

You traitor!

Murderer.

A man who brings

some of the great masterpieces
of the world to this state

cannot be all that bad, sir.

How long do you think you can go
on robbing the state treasury,

using that puppet in my place?

Long enough to make some
of the greatest acquisitions

the world has ever seen.

My museum shall go
down in history.

Art lovers will flock
to this very place.

Do you know
what I intend to buy next?

Something extraordinary.

Something personal

to hang in my
own private chambers.

I shall share it
with no one.

The Mona Lisa.

This is insanity.

Is it?

I've already sent out feelers.

The French government is having
a financial crisis.

It may cost a few million,
but I intend to have it.

You can't take that amount of
money out of the state coffers

without somebody
exposing you before long.

Expose me?

My dear governor, why do you
suppose I'm keeping you alive?

You shall have
to face the charges

if and when
they come.

I can see you trying to explain

that it was not you who signed
the withdrawal vouchers,

that it was
not you who took

the funds that
they provided.

There isn't a soul alive

who would believe
such a wild, fantastic story.

Now... do you begin
to appreciate

the artistry of the scheme?

Its delightful
symmetry?

But I still have the trump card.

You see, I wrote a letter
to President Grant.

Yes.

He sent James West.

He shall die
in a matter of minutes.

Yes, sir, I have
two men at each door.

Good.

No one is to enter or leave
after the governor arrives.

I've given them
your instructions.

Fine. Now, uh...

you've had the place searched
thoroughly, haven't you?

Oh, every inch.

Oh, I can assure you, sir,

the governor will be
perfectly safe here.

Good.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Mr. West and the governor
will be coming right in.

Fine.

I'll be glad
when this is over.

We've taken every
precaution, Miss Piecemeal.

Nice to see you again.

Hello.

Nice to see you.

Hello, nice
to see you again.

Oh, good to see you
again, sir.

Get a hold of yourself.

This is a lot more
than I bargained for.

No problems so far.

I better go on ahead
and check the other gallery.

I'll be with
the governor.

Governor.

Oh, Mr. Gordon.

You'll go
through with it.

Her name is Angelique.

Very appropriate,
isn't it?

Professor Bolt.

Good evening,
Governor.

Professor Bolt, may I
introduce Mr. James West?

Mr. West.

The governor's informed me of your mission.

I trust my guards
have cooperated.

Oh, yes indeed, sir.

One of my students,
Miss Angelique Ros�.

Bonsoir, monsieur.

My pleasure.

I must say,
you've accumulated

quite a collection,
Mr. Bolt.

I continually strive
to improve it.

Oh, some things are
perfect just as they are.

Excuse me.

It's time to begin.

Your attention, please.

If you will all
come this way,

we will proceed
with the unveiling.

Uh, you go on ahead,
Miss Piecemeal.

I'll wait to make an entrance.

Marvelous collection,
don't you think?

This is a piece

that has always
greatly interested me.

It's, uh...

It's Oriental,
I think.

No, it's Persian-
11th century, I believe.

Why, Mr. West, I had no idea
you were an expert in art.

Oh, I'm no expert, sir.

But in my line of work,
you pick up odd information.

Besides, that type
is very common.

Well, I'm sure you must be
mistaken, Mr. West.

Uh, Professor Bolt himself

assured me that
this piece is unique-

absolutely irreplaceable,
almost... priceless.

Uh, as
a matter of fact,

he pointed out this
particular inscription here.

Oh, as I said,
I'm no expert.

Don't you think we should
be going, Governor?

Mr. West...

What's the matter, sir?

I don't know.

Oh, wha...

Just a...

an attack of nerves,
I think,

to be frank, Mr. West.

Well, that's quite
understandable.

But I don't think
it's anything

to concern yourself
about here.

I think everything's
under control, Governor.

Huh?

Thank you, Mr. West.

You... you've
greatly reassured me.

Oh, this is terrible.

You could have been
killed, Governor.

Well, I... I just turned away.

Mr. West was standing
right there.

I'm sorry,
Mr. West.

Are you
all right?

Oh, I'm fine, thank you.

No harm done, except to that
vase you wanted me to see.

This is your first
failure, Durand.

You will be given
another chance.

But you, Miss Piecemeal,
have failed twice.

I have no excuses, sir.

If you were I,
what would you do?

I know the penalty.

When faced with a difficult
artistic problem,

Rembrandt, da Vinci, Giotto

were men
of infinite patience.

West is a difficult problem;
I, too, shall be patient.

You will be given a third
chance, Miss Piecemeal.

Thank you, Professor.

Remember, West dies or you do.

Artemus and I
were sent here

to protect the governor.

Since we've been here,

there have been
two attempts on my life

and none
on the governor's.

You must admit,
that's a trifle peculiar.

Everything about
this conspiracy

is peculiar...
bizarre.

Do you, uh, notice
anything unusual

about the governor?

No.

And I've worked for him
for three years.

Have you noticed
me at all?

Certainly.

I mean noticed...
like the last time.

Angelique?

No, no, this is a much
different situation this time.

It takes more
of my concentration.

So you've
lost yourself

in a little world
of doubt and distrust

and suspicion.

All work
and no play?

You've lost
your perspective.

Soon you'll be
suspecting everyone.

Unless you get
some relaxation,

some distraction.

Mmm, certainly
is distracting.

You're incorrigible.

Just a dedicated
public servant.

I'm not flattered.

But since
I can't distract you,

what exactly is it
about the governor?

I don't know.

Something about him
seems different.

I can't put
my finger on it.

He just doesn't seem
to be himself.

Of course not.

His life is
in danger.

He's under
constant tension.

Even a courageous man

under the same circumstances
would be affected.

I suppose so.

I do have work, Miss Piecemeal.

I'm sorry.

Purely a therapeutic
gesture, Governor.

I prepared the papers you wanted, Governor.

If you'll excuse me, Mr. West.

Governor, I'd like
to show you something.

The real Governor Bradford
was left-handed.

Well, that's right, I am.

You're a fake.

You're wrong.

How dare you, sir?!

Put your hands on the table,

flat.

Last night, when you were setting me up

to get killed,
you were so nervous

you kept using
your right hand.

Get the guards,
Miss Piecemeal.

But I...

I said, get the guards!

More vouchers.

You must be stealing
the state blind.

Who are you?

I'm Sam Jameson.

I'm an actor.

Miss Piecemeal hired me.

Miss Piecemeal?

Yes, she offered me
a great deal of money.

A certain physical
resemblance...

I studied, prepared...

To step in after they killed
the real governor.

No, the governor's still alive.

Alive? Where?

There he is.

Seize him.

I'm a Secret
Service agent.

He tried
to kill me.

Arrest him!

Drop it.

There are museum guards
waiting in the car.

From Bolt's museum?

Yeah, I counted
six of them.

That's odd.

The state militia
left ten minutes ago.

The guards stayed on.

Just thought
I ought to warn you.

The state government's
already been taken over.

The man we've been talking to
is a double.

Bradford's been kidnapped.

By whom?

Miss Piecemeal's in on it.

I don't know who else.

The important thing is
they've taken the governor,

and we've got to find him.

Oh, that might be tough.

With the machinery of the
whole state at their disposal,

he might be any place.

I'm going back
there tonight.

Helva!

Your hands are like
two great blocks of ice.

No, no, no, the only safe
assumption we can make

is that now West
knows everything.

Even so, it's only
a question of time

before the militia
find him.

Have you become completely
unreliable, Miss Piecemeal?

Durand-

a man like West,
bold, daring, experienced...

what will he do?

I have come to see
Professor Bolt.

Who shall
I say?

Sir, who
shall I say?

Sir, who
shall I say?

Gaston Larousse,
Acad�mie Fran�aise.

I must see him
immediately.

Durand, you know
what to do.

Monsieur Larousse.

Professor Bolt?

I have long
anticipated meeting

the representative
of the French government

so that we might conclude
our negotiations

for the Mona Lisa.

Uh, please,
if you don't mind,

I prefer the proper
title, eh? La Gioconda.

Oh, of course,
of course.

Do you approve
of my collection?

Amusing.

Stimulating.

You have a marvelous sense
of humor, monsieur.

Oh?

Oh, the idea
of including

so many fakes
and forgeries

amongst the genuine
masterpieces.

As a challenge to
the connoisseur, huh?

Fakes, sir?

Mais oui.

This, uh, so-called Duccio,
for example, here.

Oh, oh, oh,
be careful.

Old Wahlweber turns
those out by the bale.

What are you talking about?

Who is old Wahlweber?

Heinrich Wahlweber...

the German art forger,
now living in Florence.

But I examined
the canvas myself.

It is authentic, I assure you.

Oh, the canvas,
of course.

A worthless painting
of the period

scraped down to the fabric.

Quickly, sir.

That's far enough,
Mr. West.

Raise your hands.

Mr. West!

One more move

and the governor's
a dead man.

It's no use, Mr. West.

This, too?

Uh, oui.

Of Carlos Mendona,

a Spanish stonecutter
who died six years ago,

uh, leaving nine children.

I thought
you recognized

the typical chisel marks
on the base

and the stain caused

by the mild solution
of nitric acid

to give it the sense of age
and, uh, weathering.

Matter of fact, they escaped me.

Uh... monsieur,
am I to assume

that you bought
so many fakes and forgeries

as, uh... as genuine?

I'm afraid so.

Oh l�, l�, l�,
l�, l�, l�, l�.

Quelle folie.

Thank you for pointing
them out to me.

Now, may we retire to my study
to discuss the Mon...

La Gioconda?

Monsieur, I must address myself
to you with brutal frankness.

At the time we entered
into negotiations with you,

we assumed that you were
an expert, a connoisseur.

But, uh...

I seriously doubt

whether we can in good
conscience sell to you

what is without doubt

the greatest art treasure
in all the world.

I will pay...

At any price.

As my Grand-tante Maude
always used to say,

"To own a priceless treasure,
one must first be worthy of it."

Uh, Professor Bolt.

The bird is back
in the cage.

The other one?

Also in a cage.

Forgive the interruption.

Oh...

Uh, monsieur...

Um, do you value
your life?

Of course.

What you feel pressing
against you, Professor,

is a pistol of
quite large caliber.

Mr. Gordon?

The same.

What a relief!

You actually
had me convinced

that I had bought fakes.

Oh, thank you.

Now, where are West
and the governor?

In the cellars
below us.

Durand, fetch Mr. West
and the governor.

Stay right
where you are.

There's no need to be
too cooperative.

We'll go down
to them.

As you will.

Durand, this man
is a Federal agent.

He has a pistol
to my side.

Do you have the keys
to the cellar?

I do.

Drop your gun belt.

Lead the way.

Whoa.

Gently.

Hold it
right there.

Jim!

In here, Artemus.

Can you get out?

I need help.

Unfortunately, only one of us
at a time can climb the ladder.

You two, drop
your gun belts.

Go ahead.

You two, back
to the wall.

Both of you.

A wine press,

Mr. Gordon.

Lights!

As I said,

a wine press,
Mr. Gordon.

But it can be used
to crush other things.

I must confess to
a certain twinge of regret

concerning you, Miss Piecemeal.

You were extremely
useful to me for a time.

I did my best.

At least
let her out.

I know.

She's young and beautiful.

It's no use.

I understood

when I agreed
to work with him

what would happen
if I failed.

She failed not once
but several times...

beyond the point of tolerance.

So I had her put
in there with you.

I expected
nothing different.

Console yourself,
Miss Piecemeal.

At least you won't live
to lose your beauty.

Besides, I think I prefer inanimate beauty.

It never fades.

It never ceases
to give pleasure.

It never fails.

Farewell.

It's redwood.

Still soaked and wet
from the wine,

but I think the magnesium
should work.

I told you never
to come here.

I-I'm worried.

I can't find
Miss Piecemeal.

She is being taken care of.

Henceforth, Jameson,

you will take your orders
through another channel.

The militia-
they still haven't found West.

He's right here.

He, too, is being taken care of.

Give me a hand here!

Match.

Here.

Here.

Another match,
please.

That was the last one.

Here.

Here it is.

Gently.

Hey!

Well, that was
quick and easy.

Let's find the governor, eh?

What is it?

I rather imagine...

that Mr. West has
somehow managed

to escape from
the wine press.

Where's the guard room?

Jim... I'll go to jail.

But I'll be alive.

I find I like the idea.

You get the governor,
I'll get Bolt.

Right.

What are you going
to do?

What I should have done
in the first place.

Take care of Mr. West myself.

Well, how do you know
he'll come here?

He will come.

Oh, look out!

Unless I miss my guess...
it'll be a matter of minutes.

Well, what about your guards?
Won't they...?

My guards have not been
very successful

with Mr. West up until now.

I've no reason to assume that
they will be more successful.

Mr. Bolt, I... I hadn't
bargained on anything like this.

I know.

Miss Piecemeal
has already told me.

I want to get out.

It's a little late for
that, isn't it, Jameson?

On the other hand...

no one is holding you.

But what about my pay?

Miss Piecemeal
promised me $10,000!

Mr. Jameson, I don't have
that much money with me.

Be careful!

Mr. Jameson, when I have
eliminated Mr. West,

I shall have further use
for your services.

Until then, I suggest

that you make
yourself scarce

or you may find
yourself dead.

No, no!

Not that way,
this way.

And do try to
get out unobserved.

You're a few
seconds earlier

than I expected, Mr. West.

You can't escape, and you
can't get any assistance.

Neither can you.

Your guards are locked
in their own quarters.

On the contrary-

every door in the museum
is bolted

except the door
to the guard's room.

It won't be long
before they break out.

It'd be a shame
to wreck a Rembrandt.

Put that down.

It's the only way you'll get me.

It's irreplaceable.

It's my favorite.

I was hoping you'd say that.

You have no appreciation,
Mr. West,

or you wouldn't do such a thing.

At this moment... my
appreciation is limitless.

It's an art treasure,
a masterpiece!

Compared to it,
our lives are as nothing.

I admire Rembrandt-
with my life.

Get back.

Get back!

You all right?

Yeah.

The Rembrandt...

It's not damaged.

You're a vandal, Mr. West.

A barbarian.

Perhaps.

But I do have an eye for beauty.

I suppose the museum's collection

will have to be
broken up now.

There must be hundreds
of thousands of dollars

from the state treasury
tied up here.

I guess they'll have
to auction it off

to try and recover
some of it.

It's a shame
in a way.

You know, it's a rather
remarkable collection.

Gentlemen.

Governor.

I've spoken to
both these young ladies,

and I've decided
to follow

your recommendation,
Mr. West.

I'm very pleased, sir.

Yes, I'll instruct
the attorney general

not to make any charges
against either one of them.

We really
don't know

how to
thank you.

As a matter of fact,
I've decided to take

both Angelique and Helva
into my employ.

Isn't that wonderful?

Yes.

Now, if I may

make a suggestion,

I think the occasion
calls for a celebration.

Oh, I... agree.

You'll join us,
of course, sir.

Well, I'm afraid not.

I am, uh, due
at a banquet right now

and I have a mountain
of paperwork to catch up on,

not to mention
the problems

that that rascal
Bolt left me.

Oh...

You know,
it's a shame

that Jameson has to go
to jail, too.

I could use
a good double, you know?

Well, thank you again,
Mr. West.

And you, Mr. Gordon.

Thank you, sir.

Mesdemoiselles-
� toute � l'heure.

Uh, ladies, I recommend
dinner and the theater.

And, uh, maybe a tour
of the Barbary Coast?

Could we go dancing?

I'm afraid not.

You see, I...
I have this...

little crick
in my neck.

Ah, that is simple.

Aha.

Uh, thank you,
thank you very much.

Thank you, that's
so much better.

I think we can
start now.

Will you tell me
why do I always get

the one with
the cold hands?