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Isn't there anything
more you can tell me?

All I know is that Mr. Gordon
has been seriously injured.

We tried to reach you earlier,

but were told that you
were on your way back

from Washington.

I was. I was on the train
when I got the message.

Where is he?

Here.

Mr. West?

I was told, Doctor,
that Artemus Gordon is here.

I'm sorry, but
you're too late.

I don't like
to ask you this,

but... it is necessary
to identify the body.

Would you mind?

This isn't Artemus.

Are you sure?

I'm positive, Doctor.

Artemus Gordon is
a much younger man.

Amazing...

but I think you'll find
you are quite incapable

of firing that gun.

In fact, I find it
difficult to believe

that you're
still holding it.

Gentlemen.

Very fancy shooting.

You should see me perform
with a bow and arrow

or a tomahawk.

Will you, uh, join me?

Don't you realize
it's a federal offense

to offer firewater to an Indian?

Forgive me.

Four years of college
taught me many things-

a respect for calculus,
Blackstone

and Shakespeare.

And nothing but contempt
for the white man's vices.

There's one thing
your four years at college

didn't teach you,
Mr. Ahkeema.

What is that?

Good manners.

Old Indian proverb:

"Insult an Osage brave

only when you are
weary of life."

Old white man's proverb:

"Fish and bad-tempered guests
stink in a very short time."

Bravo, Mr. Gordon.

So I've been behaving
badly, have I?

Perhaps my manners
would be better

if your Mr. West had
arrived on schedule.

I see that, uh...

patience isn't one
of your virtues either, is it?

The future of my people
rests on the word

that Mr. West is bringing
from your president.

Let me show you.

Look.

Here live my people, the Osage.

Here are the Pawnee,
the Cherokee, Comanche,

Arapaho, Apache.

We are primarily occupied
in a mass suicide.

You see,
before the white man came,

Arapaho fought the Comanche
to the death.

The Osage slaughtered
the Pawnee.

After your bluecoats came,

we tried matching arrows
with your Gatling guns.

We are exotic...

beyond understanding,
a nation of lemmings.

Didn't Ho-Tami
change all that?

You know of Ho-Tami?

Mr. Ahkeema,
several years ago,

Mr. West and I had occasion to
be of some service to the Chief.

He gave us that
in appreciation.

In a world of pygmies,

he is a giant.

Only a giant
could have persuaded

our tribes
to lay down their arms

and join together
in one great confederation

as a first step toward peace.

I know the President,

and I'm sure
that you and Ho-Tami

will have the answer you want
when Mr. West returns.

Returns from where?

Where is he?

At the moment,
I don't know.

He was to have been here
at noon.

Well, I'm certain he
got back from Washington.

Otherwise the train
wouldn't be on the siding.

But something
much more important

than the lives
of my people

took him away.

I will wait no longer.

I don't suppose you'd know
anything about that.

I thought you were
informed, Mr. Gordon,

that there are those
who would prefer it

that Mr. West's message
never reached Ho-Tami.

Where do we find you?

One week from today,

I will be in St. Louis
with Ho-Tami.

If we have received no
word from your Mr. West

by that time,

a great many men
are going to die.

Good morning, Mr. West.

I am Dr. Arcularis.

I can't say it's a pleasure,
Doctor.

No ill effects, I trust?

What was that gas,
one of the methyl group?

Silicane.

How did you know?

All the classic symptoms:

impaired functioning
of the optic nerve,

lack of muscular control.

Excellent diagnosis, Mr. West.

It's quite useless
to look for a way out.

There isn't any.

No harm in trying.

If it amuses you,
no harm at all.

Thank you for joining us
so promptly, Mr. West.

It's my pleasure.

You were unfortunate enough
to stumble into the path

of a concentrated
beam of light.

The power of 250,000
candles, to be exact.

Course. A lighthouse.

A poor thing,
but my own.

I thought the government
owned lighthouses.

Ah, but you see, I own
the lighthouse keeper.

Meet Joshua Trowbridge.

Not very long ago,

I chanced to pay a visit
to his lighthouse

and was impressed

by its quiet,
isolated charm

and, uh- how shall I put it?

uh, persuaded Mr. Trowbridge
to allow me to move in with him.

What have you done to him?

And to the others?

What is your theory?

It's almost like
they have no feeling.

Very perceptive,
Mr. West.

Let us simply say that
I have desensitized them.

Look.

And here.

You see?

And take Indra,

this most delicate,
ethereal creature.

Watch.

Why...

did you do that?

Seemed like a pretty good idea
at the time.

Ah! Indra, that...
that was chivalry.

The gentleman
was defending you...

...with his very life,
if necessary.

And all for nothing,
Mr. West.

I assure you
she felt no pain.

All right, gentlemen.

Be gentle with him.

Be gentle.

Now then...

as a student of knighthood,

you must be familiar
with the ordeals

those worthy gentlemen endured
to purify themselves.

Well, Mr. West,
this will be your ordeal.

At first the enforced exposure
to the lights

will be almost unendurable.

But then you will find out
that it gets...

worse.

Much worse.

All right,
that's enough.

Gentlemen, release him.

I can't understand

how he's managed to
last as long as he did.

Try courage, pride.

Nonsense.

Mr. West happens to be a
superb physical specimen.

Nerves, tissues
and metabolism

of the highest
order, that's all.

You reduce everything
to the test tube,

don't you, Doctor?

Do I detect a
note of regret?

I hope your admiration
for West's courage

will not cancel a very
important experiment that...

Remember, Doctor...

I planned
this whole undertaking,

and I am running the show.

Is that understood?

Understood.

Good.

One week from now,

I am taking Ho-Tami
to St. Louis.

Will Mr. West be ready?

One week? So soon?

So soon. Well?

It will be necessary

to condense a
little, but, uh...

yes, Mr. West
will be ready.

Ah, good morning, Mr. West.

Let us start off with a tour
of my laboratory, shall we?

I can hardly wait.

There's a brilliant,
young European scientist

whose research
interests me greatly.

He's been doing some
fascinating things with mice.

Mice?

Yes. By subjecting them

to unpleasant stresses,

he has taught them to respond
blindly and instantly

to an object or a signal,

which they have learned

will remove the stress.

I find that
very interesting,

but mice are hardly the
most intelligent of animals.

No, that's true, Mr. West,

but he has discovered
that it also works

with guinea pigs,
cats, dogs and apes.

And I have discovered that
it also works with people.

Please, please...

For the love
of heaven, please.

It's called a
conditioned reflex.

What does this man want?

A considerable number
of days have passed

since he last drank,

so I rather imagine
it's water he wants.

No, no, no, no!

Mr. West is a knight,

and knights always
rescue people

from disagreeable
situations.

Please, go ahead.

Quite an interesting
reflex, wouldn't you say?

And it's all
triggered

by a simple
little whistle.

It's too bad you weren't around
during the Inquisition.

You would've been
very good at it.

Yes.

I've often
regretted that.

Oh, I almost forget-

another unique exhibit.

Look here.

Ho-Tami.

You almost had me fooled
for a moment.

That's an excellent double.

Yes, isn't it?

I must tell you
an amusing story.

A friend-
no need to mention names-

has decided
that Ho-Tami must die.

That's not amusing.

Everybody must die.

Ah, true, but here's the part
of the story I left out:

Ho-Tami must die by your hand.

That is amusing.

Any particular reason why?

Ho-Tami has
told his people

that James West, the
man he sent to Washington

to ask the President
for an honorable peace,

is a friend to their cause.

So what happens when West
cold-bloodedly guns down

Ho-Tami in full view
of everyone?

Your friend wins the whole pot.

Shoot.

Shoot, Mr. West,

three or four
well-placed bullets.

Shoot.

Me?

You would shoot down
an unarmed man?

Why not?

After what you've done
to that girl

and these innocent people?

Not to mention the fact

that you're going to destroy
100,000 Indians.

Rhetoric, Mr. West.

I will believe you
when you pull that trigger.

You're a strong
man, Mr. West.

Yet strong as you
are, I promise you

that in less than
ten days' time,

you will unhesitatingly
fire three or four

real bullets into
the clay Ho-Tami

and then into
the real one.

One other thing.

People and emotions
are my business.

My guess was that
you would fire three bullets

before you concluded
the gun was loaded with blanks.

Watch.

I have told you that no
one by the name of West

or anyone answering
to his description

has come to this
hospital today

or any other day.

Now, do you leave
quietly, Mr. Gordon,

or shall I, uh, ask
Alex to assist you?

You know that might be
very interesting.

I'm afraid
I haven't the time.

Hmm.

LeFarge,
Madame LeFarge.

Heads will roll.

Heads will roll
on the guillotine.

Heads will roll.

Your head will roll.

Thank you.
You're a great help.

Still worried about him,
aren't you?

About whom?

Worried when you came in,
worried now.

Lots of reasons.

Heads will roll.
Heads will roll.

You saw me come in?

I see everybody,
see everything.

I write it all down here.

It's all right in here.

Did you see a young man
come in here

sometime yesterday, Grandma?

Saw him.

Worried, just like you.

West.

James West.

Yes. What happened to him?

It's all right in here.

Yes.

Take me out?

Take you out?

Oh, take me out of here.

I'll tell you what happened.

I'll tell you
where they took him.

I heard it all.

It's all right in here.

Hey...

Grandma.

Now you promised

you were going to tell
me about James West.

I've never heard of him.

Oh... Listen.

How'd you like a great
big box of candy, huh?

Great big bonbons.

Thick...

gooey centers.

Nuts marshmallows,
caramels?

How many?

As many as you can eat
in a whole month.

Madame De LeFarge!

You're being very naughty.

Now, you know you're not allowed
out of your room.

I am not going to tell you,
again.

Grandma... bonbons.

Heads will roll.

Heads will roll.

Six hours, Mr. West.

A long time to
listen to bells.

I almost like them.

Good. You'll
hear them more.

Now just in case
you tire of the bells,

there's a way
to turn them off.

Shoot Ho-Tami, Mr. West.

Shoot the bad,
bad Indian,

and the bells go away.

Mr. West.

You talk.

Mr. West, please.

Do what
he wants you to do.

You don't make much sense,
but you talk.

He'll win in the end.

You know he will.

He?

You mean the wicked doctor

that's locked us up
in this enchanted tower?

Mr. West, please.

He holds the high cards.

Maybe he'll win the pot,

but I'm going to give the good
doctor a run for his money.

Indra?

Didn't you feel anything when
the doctor twisted your arm?

I felt nothing.

You must feel
something.

You came here to tell me
to do what the doctor wants,

not because of him,

because you didn't want
to see anyone else hurt.

Isn't that right?

I don't want to see you hurt.

Then help me.

I can't.

You can, but you won't.

I can't.

I don't know why,

but I can't.

How long have
you been here?

I don't know.

Do you do everything
he tells you to do?

Even though you
know it's wrong?

You've got to try
hard to disobey.

You must try, Indra.

You must.

You display an
amazing resistance

to being indoctrinated,
Mr. West.

But hunger, pain,
exposure to cold...

all these traumas
should make you

considerably
more receptive.

You do understand,
don't you, Mr. West?

Ah, two hours already.

Gentlemen, release him.

We mustn't overdo things.

You are a very
stubborn man, Mr. West.

Too stubborn for
your own good.

But you will learn.

It simply takes a little
longer, that's all.

It's no good.

They'll have that door down

in five minutes.

Let's see how much damage
I can do in five minutes.

Get up there!

You said this lamp had the
power of 250,000 candles.

Well, let's see what kind
of signal it can make.

Captain, this is strange.

I've picked up a blinker SOS.

What's so strange

about a ship in
distress, Mr. Hale?

It's not from a ship,

it's from the lighthouse
at Barrows Point.

Have the signalman

contact the Naval Station
at Barrows Point.

Aye, sir.

It just beats me

how in spite of a badly
broken arm and all,

you managed to set up
that blinker system.

The human mechanism under stress

is capable of almost anything,
Commander.

I guess so.

An ingenious stunt,
Mr. Trowbridge,

summoning help
the way you did.

And mighty lucky that you
saw that signal, Doctor.

Yes, it was.

Well, I guess everything's
under control here.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Good evening.

Press the trigger, Mr. West.

Kill the bad Indian,
and it will all be over.

No more light.

Darkness.

Peace. No more bells.

Quiet.

Go on!

Shoot!

Ho-Tami will be in St. Louis
tomorrow morning.

You guaranteed me that West
would be there waiting.

Now will he be?

I don't know.

I just
don't know.

The man isn't a human being. He's a...

So, we win after all.

Is he all right?

Of course, he's just
unconscious, that's all.

How wonderful.

The triumph of science
over bravery.

Bravery?

To a scientist,

that is a sentimental
term signifying nothing.

So far as I'm concerned,
West is simply a vehicle

with certain useful
preconditioned reflexes

programmed into his central
nervous system, that's all.

What do you want?

Information, friend.

About what?

A man called James West.

I never heard of him.

Sikes.

How'd you know my name?

I not only know
your name, Sikes,

I know you have James
West, or you had him.

He was brought here to you.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I have a great deal
of money here, Sikes.

Would that be of any
interest to you?

Well, maybe it just might.

It depends on what you mean
by a lot of money.

Mm-hmm.

Now where is he?

He'll kill me
if I tell you.

And I'll kill you if you don't.

The only difference is,
I'll do it now.

All right, all right.

They got him
at the lighthouse.

You will be leaving here
quite soon, Mr. West.

It may interest
you to know

that your friend,
Mr. Gordon,

has been making
quite a nuisance

of himself trying
to find you.

Mr. Gordon?

Yes.

We expect him to turn up
at any moment.

It will be interesting
to see

if he's as difficult to
condition as you have been.

Now, let's run through it
just once again, shall we?

After you leave here...

Find Ho-Tami.

And where is that?

Traveler's Hotel,
in St. Louis.

Very good.

Now, let's just try it
one more time.

After you leave here...

I will go find Ho-Tami.

Excellent.

And what will you do
when you find him?

I will kill him.

Almost time, Mr. West.

No.

Not now, Mr. West.

This is to be a public
execution, remember?

You will now begin
to count very slowly.

When you have reached 25,
you will come downstairs.

Understand?

He is here?

He is here.

And the answer
from the president?

I felt he should
give it to you.

Mr. West...

I'm glad you're here.

You have good news?

West!

You have business
with the chief, Mr. West.

Mr. West,

what is your business
with the chief?

What is your business
with the chief,

Mr. West?

Ahkeema, no.

No...

Ho-Tami.

Bury the knife in me.

Not in West.

He's a...
a brave man.

His death will serve
no purpose now.

Brave?

It was I...

who wanted you dead.

By his hand.

Why?

To-To stop you from delivering
our people into slavery.

No.

Not slavery.

Peace.

A just and honorable peace
for all.

Ah, yes.

It will start that way, yes.

And then...

they will begin
their whittling down

of everything
granted us

at the peace table.

And in the end...

nothing...

nothing but wretched
little reservations

where our proud people
can starve in peace

and rot in peace.

Can there...

still be talks of peace
between us?

There is peace.

The president welcomes your overtures.

He's sending a
special honor guard

to escort you
to Washington.

I... I want you to know,
Mr. West, that...

that this plan
was his alone.

No. No, it wasn't.

Welcome back, Mr. West.

Where is he?

Mr. Gordon?

Second floor.

First door to your right.

He's been waiting for you.

One cartridge
left, Mr. Gordon.

Don't waste it.

Mr. Gordon, too,

has been a
difficult subject

for programming.

But as you
can see,

he, too, has
responded

beautifully.

Bravo, Mr. West.

Bravo.

A difficult situation
neatly handled.

And now,

what are those
lovely words

from Ecclesiastes?

I always forget them.

"A time to weep
and a time to laugh."

Ah.

My favorite is,

"A time to be born...
and a time to die."

Look around
you, Mr. West.

Programmed to kill.

You're wonderfully
perceptive, as usual.

Programmed to kill who?

Me?

Mr. Gordon?

Or you?

Remember, Mr. West,
I am the one

who does the
programming.

Well, maybe you're slipping.

It didn't work with me.

What?

Ho-Tami is still alive,
and your friend Ahkeema

is the one
that's dead.

You're lying.

It couldn't fail.

A particularly stupid lie
which I shall ignore.

I'll prove it to you.

Indra, remember what I
told you in the cell?

That you have to fight,
and fight hard

if you want
to be free?

You don't seem

to be doing very
much good, do you?

Don't I, Doctor?

Look into her eyes.

She's not a vegetable
anymore.

Indra, fetch
my casebook.

I want to record
to the second

the exact length
of time it takes

for Mr. West and
his friend...

Indra?

You are slipping, Doctor.

The program doesn't work
if you fight.

It doesn't stick
if you don't want it to.

All you have to do is resist

and fight it.

They don't hear
you, Mr. West.

Trowbridge,

this was your lighthouse.

Take it back.

Convinced, Mr. West?

And what did he take from you?

If you want it back,
you can have it back.

If you fight and really want it.

You're through, Mr. West.

Do you hear?

Get him!

Now!

Right now!

Kill him, don't
you hear me?

Kill him!

Try blowing a whistle, Doctor,
or maybe ringing a bell.

Trowbridge!

Don't you hear me?

Trowbridge!

Stop! What
are you doing?

Don't you hear me?

I'm Dr. Arcularis!

It's them
you must stop!

Don't you hear me?

No!

Them!

Jim!

Hey...

what's that for?

Nothing.

Hey, that's funny.
Here.

Oh.

I remember coming in here,

but I can't seem
to remember much else.

It feels like I've been
through a terrible dream.

I had a ticket
on that same train.

What are they doing?

They're trying
to break out

and get to
the doctor.

I guess they
want to kill him.

We'd better go
down and stop them.

Ah.

Why?

Well, there must
be some reason.

I can't think of any.

It is a problem.

Mm-hmm.

No!

Say, uh...

Do you suppose that a woman
could be conditioned

so that she'd never nag,
never complain...

or be anything but sweet
and warm and understanding...

...and kind?

You got a reason.