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Closed for the night.

You'll have to wait
till morning.

Open at 7:00 sharp.

An odd business
for a retired Army officer

to be engaged
in, Colonel.

Who are you?

It would be difficult
to recognize me now.

I've never seen you before.

You've aged rather gracefully.

We have met.

I was a presentable young man,
my features quite distinctive.

Torres.

At your service,
Colonel Gilbert.

You did recover.

No pity, Colonel.

Not for me.

I am now a superior man:

There is steel in my skull,

layers of metal
protecting my heart,

my hands are made of steel,
my sinews are wire.

It is a bit difficult to look me
in the face without flinching.

But all in all,

you have made
of me

a man far superior
than I was.

Made of you? I?

And the others.

Torres, as God is my witness,

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

Then why the hiding?

Hiding from what?

My Army pension and
the little the shop brings in...

I earn
my living here.

After tonight, you will
no longer be so burdened.

What do you want?

Your life.

A small thing.

Torres, how
have I harmed you?

Explain to me!

Why the others
in the cadre died

and you were too
stupid to comprehend?

I wrote my niece,
the coincidence-

within the year...

five of
the officers dying.

And you the sixth.

The superior man.

And you now have
my thanks, my gratitude.

A prudent man
simply leaves, my friend.

It's from the president.

He wants to know...

What progress
we've made locating...

Gilbert's killer.

Right.

I don't
understand it.

The man retired after
30 years with the Army,

as far as we
can discover,

didn't have an enemy
in the world.

Well, I'd hardly call

the man who killed him
a friend.

He didn't drink
or gamble,

respected member
of the community.

What possible reason could
anyone have for killing him?

Well, obviously
the iron man

thought he had
a reason.

Anything new
on the girl?

No, just that she's
at some school

for young ladies
back East.

They're still trying
to find her.

I can't see what possible
help she could be,

but she's the only
lead we've got.

Well, there goes
our lead-

she's left school.

Four days ago.

Mm-hmm.

If she was aware
of her uncle's death,

there's only one place
she could be heading.

Right.

May we be
of some help?

What are you doing here?

You're Nina Gilbert,
Colonel Gilbert's niece?

That is correct.

I'm James West, and
this is my partner,

Artemus Gordon.

We're investigating
your uncle's death

for the Army.

Oh.

And what have you discovered?

Well, nothing,
I'm afraid,

that would give us
any indication

as to why
he was killed.

Do you mean to tell me

that you have been investigating
my uncle's death

for over a week now and you
still have not discovered

that he was the victim
of an assassination plot?

A plot?

Yes.

I have a photograph

of the eight junior officers
in my uncle's regiment.

Six out of the eight
have died violently

during the past year.

How do you
know that?

My uncle sent me
this picture

along with a letter
saying that he thought

he was going to be
the next.

Artemus...

What is it?

You mean to tell me

you don't know
who this man is?

Well, he
certainly seems

very handsome
and dignified.

The president of the United
States will be very flattered.

The president?

Then he must be in danger, too.

Army intelligence
also received

a letter from your uncle.

The fact that the president
may be involved

means we must move
as quickly as possible.

Mr. West, I loved my uncle.

He educated and supported me.

And I do not intend for him
to remain a statistic

on a police
blotter.

Miss Gilbert, we have already
discovered that Dr. Meyer,

the physician
in your uncle's regiment,

is practicing here in the city.

He would have intimate knowledge
of these eight men-

information which would not
appear in the dossiers.

The seventh man
in this photograph

is a Lieutenant Torres.

He has a villa
on the Texas border.

I'm leaving for there tonight.

Good day, gentlemen.

There should be a law
against educating women.

One good thing-

she knows where
Torres can be found.

Please wait, driver,
I'll return shortly.

I have come to see
Mr. Torres.

He sees no one.

Go away.

My name is Nina Gilbert.

Will you please
tell Mr. Torres

that I desire very
much to see him?

You have
no business here.

Admit the young lady.

Let's not be
rude, Maria.

Please be seated.

I shall be
down presently.

Cuidado, hombre!

You took a girl
out this way.

Where is she?

No comprendo, se�or.

I've been in this saddle
for three days

and I'm losing my patience.

Where is she?

They told me in the village
you took her out this way.

Where did you take her?

La se�orita est� en la villa
de Se�or Torres.

How far?

Un kil�meter.

Torres!

Oh, yes, Torres-
a remarkable man.

Well, according
to these records,

you're the remarkable man,
doctor,

patching him up as you did.

Yes, I did perform the
operations, that's true.

But, you know, he engineered
each and every one of them.

That's funny,
there's nothing in the records

about any medical training
for him.

Self-taught during his long
periods of convalescence.

Yes, a really
remarkable man.

No, by all the rules
in the book,

Torres should have died
in that explosion.

By all the rules of the book,

Torres should have died
after each succeeding operation.

Now, this isn't
strictly medical,

but, uh... Torres
was on guard duty

the night that
the arsenal blew up.

Could you add anything
further on that?

Oh, no...

Well... just the fact

that he was in agony
for many, many years.

The nature of these
injuries was such

that neither sedation
nor anesthesia

had any effect
on him whatsoever.

Did you operate on him
without anesthetics?

After he learned to divorce
himself from pain

by autohypnosis... hypnosis...

I can tell you
it's quite disconcerting

to be performing an operation

and have your patient
commenting on your procedure.

No, he had a really
remarkable intellect.

Do you know that he designed
all the metal parts

that were used
in reconstructing his body?

Metal parts?

Do you know that
over half the bones in his body

are made out of metal?

The iron man.

Good evening.

You are Mr. Torres?

I am Torres.

May I offer you
some wine, Miss Gilbert?

Thank you, no.

I do not care
for alcoholic beverages.

You did not seem
to be repelled

by my appearance.

I had understood

that you had been injured
in the war, Mr. Torres.

Injured?

Yes, I suppose that
would be the word.

I hope you weren't
made to feel

to be too unwelcome,
Miss Gilbert.

Maria was my governess
when I was a child.

She now feels
overly protective,

feels that people
want to hurt me.

Such anxieties should be
redirected if possible.

Physical illness
often follows

such emotional
conflicts.

Psychophysics.

Postgraduate
work.

Eventually I hope
to obtain my doctorate.

Isn't that rather a dreary study

for a young lady
of such obvious charms?

I do not find it dreary.

Mr. Torres,
do you recall

my uncle,
Ralph Gilbert?

Of course.

I offer you
my condolences.

Six out of eight
are dead.

That is why I am
here, Mr. Torres.

Coincidence is too
unsatisfactory an answer.

Intellectual puzzles bore me.

Miss Gilbert, learning
should supplement your life,

never dominate it.

I beg your pardon.

You must learn to seize life,

not temper it.

Getting back to my uncle...

I find you interesting,
Miss Gilbert,

besides charming.

Mr. Torres, I much prefer
discussing what I...

In your study

of the mind's effect
upon behavior,

you must have touched
on regression.

Yes.

Can you define regression?

Uh, well... it is a reversion

to simpler patterns of character
behavior, uh, childhood.

Not an unpleasant thing,
in one sense.

Childhood is the most fortunate
and happy of all times.

A most pathetic thing
to witness, regression.

You will never have
another care in your life.

The joys and simplicities
of childhood are now yours.

You will gratify
every wish, every whim.

You will never waste
another moment

on serious thought.

I... I do not understand, I...

Laugh, Miss Gilbert.

As children, our lives
were uncomplicated.

We laughed.

Everything was fun.

Laugh,
Miss Gilbert.

Everything is fun now,
Miss Gilbert.

Come, come, laugh... laugh.

Laugh, Miss Gilbert.

Gone are the studies.

The world is to play in.

Laugh,
Miss Gilbert.

Laugh.

Laugh.

It seems that we have
an uninvited visitor

in my wine cellar.

A friend of yours,
no doubt.

I don't really think
we need wait for him.

Do you, my dear?

Where is she?

She is gone.

Where's Torres?

He's gone, too.

You don't mind
if I look for myself.

Now will you tell me
where Torres is?

I told you,
he is gone.

She is gone, too.

Look if you want to.

Go ahead, look.

You have three seconds
to tell me

where Torres
has taken the girl.

Mr. Gordon.

Oh...

Excuse me, se�orita.

Se�orita.

Why do we always
find ourselves

working on holidays?

I'll look it up
in the manual.

What's the reply
from the president?

Oh, you know
the president.

After living, by
the grace of God,

through two wars,

he cannot find
his way clear

to hiding in a corner

every time some crackpot
causes a ripple

by making a threat
on his life.

That leaves it up to us, huh?

Yeah, that's about
the size of it.

You sure Torres is here?

Yeah, I'm sure.

And the girl's with him.

Supposing we find them,
do we just pick him up?

We can't take
the chance.

If the plan's in the works,
they may go ahead without him.

When's the president arrive?

Oh, early
this evening.

Anything you can do
to stop him?

I'll try to think
of something.

Buy a mask, se�or?

Just a peso each.

Well, at a peso
it's a bargain,

if that smile
goes with it.

S�, se�or.

You got a deal.

I may just
buy a dozen.

Gracias,
muchas gracias.

De nada,
se�orita.

Artemus.

Yeah?

The iron man.

Have you gentlemen
everything you wish?

Everything's fine,
thank you.

Would you mind
talking for yourself?

�S�,
caballeros?

Cerveza.

Dos.

Dos, s�.

The girl-

take her to the cellar?

On the contrary.

Why not begin the
entertainment a bit early today?

Well, at least
she's still alive.

Alive is
an understatement.

There's something wrong
with her.

If this is
for our benefit,

Torres sure is
a confident man.

You know,
I get the feeling

this whole thing is
just a game with him.

With no handshake
for the loser.

Mmm.

Let's get her.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
gentlemen!

Would you separate a father
from a long-lost daughter?

Have him stopped.

A daughter who has
for lo these many years

pined for the return of her only
living relative, her father,

a man who has searched
this great land of ours

from one end to the other,

rockbound Maine
to golden California,

to find the child
wrenched from his arms

a few hours after her birth.

Let us, like true Americans,

give them these few moments
of quiet solitude together.

And let us instead raise a glass

in a toast
to American fatherhood!

Belly up to the bar, gentlemen,
the drinks are on me!

Hey... I didn't
finish my dance.

Who are you?

You don't
remember me?

I'm James West.

No.

But we could start over.

Last week you went to visit
a Lieutenant Torres

at his villa, remember?

Your eyes have
such a pretty color.

Listen to me-

you've been
hypnotized.

Hypnotized?

Right now I've got
to get you out of here.

Absolutely delightful.

How soon can
you be finished?

When do you want
me to finish?

Well, if...

We will
walk upstairs.

I'm sorry,
my Great-aunt Maude

told me never to go off
with strangers.

I don't
like jokes.

You'll move now

or I'll shoot you
six times.

Uh, that's introduction enough.

After you.

I didn't think so.

Excuse me.

Hey, bartender!

We must have more
before we can act, yes.

You are still without proof
anything is to happen?

There is no proof.

Very well.

Mr. Gordon...

the building we are now in
was once an old prison.

Below the first floor there are
dungeons, cells, corridors.

When you return
to Mr. West's train,

you will inform him
that you were delayed in town

while ferreting out
this information.

I will tell him.

The moment you leave,
Mr. Gordon,

you will be your old self.

You will remember only
that you and Mr. West

should find out more
about these dungeons,

that they very possibly
have something to do

with the assassin's plans.

You may now leave.

Uh, one moment,
Mr. Gordon.

If you are in
a proper trance,

you will be insensitive
to the pain from this needle.

You may now leave.

When the fight was over,
she was gone.

Which leaves us
precisely nowhere.

All I got was a needle in
the shoulder down to the bone.

What?

Well, our friend wanted to
make sure I was hypnotized.

Well, we know Torres is
after the president for sure.

We still have to find out
how and where.

You know, somehow
I get the feeling

nobody's very eager to
part with that information.

We're not going to find out
anything standing here.

The Alto Palace?

And do you have
another solution?

You mean let ourselves
get caught?

Right.

We could wind up
very dead, you know.

Now, that possibility
does exist.

I just think it's
worth looking into.

If Torres bought
a place like this,

there must be
something down here

that could break open
the case.

Locked.

It's unlocked.

It sounds like
running water.

Yeah.

An underground river,
Mr. West.

Precede us down
the steps, please.

Would you prefer walking,
Mr. Gordon?

With an old
acquaintance?

Always.

Oops.

Hi!

You look funny.

Does Torres know
you're down here?

No, no.

He's busy with
his wireless box.

His what?

I don't think
it's fair,

Mr. Torres
punishing you

for taking me away
this afternoon.

Sippy sip?

Oh, please.

Ah.

Are you going to help us get out of here?

Oh, Mr. Torres
wouldn't like that.

Do you always do everything

Mr. Torres
tells you to?

Of course I do.

Oh.

Under the lapel
in my vest

there's a pencil.

Oh?

Mm-hmm.

Oh!

Now take it and
put it in the lock

and press the button
on the end of the pencil.

W-What'll happen
if I do?

There'll be a big light.

Like fireworks.

Honest?

Honest.

Ooh!

That'll be fun.

Mr. West!

Dead end.

A most appropriate
comment, Mr. West.

Mr. President,
honored guests,

ladies and gentlemen.

I find that I am moved,
deeply moved,

I might even say overcome
at the enormity of the honor

which has fallen to our gracious
city on this glorious day.

A day which, if I may say,
will be long remembered in...

I'm sure you must appreciate,
Mr. West,

the number of years,
the number of experiments

before remote wireless control
was perfected by me.

I was rich
with time,

saturated
with it.

A grandstand seat,
Mr. West-

you should
be pleased.

It's about the kind of plan
I'd expect a madman to devise.

Oh, no, not madness, Mr. West,

just a man
methodically balancing

the scales
of justice.

Revenge?

I lived through
a score of operations.

No... no, it was two score.

And each day
and each night,

as I sweated through
the... the pain of living,

I kept saying to myself,

"It should have been
one of them."

Another officer should have been
on duty that night.

One of us had to stand guard
at the town arsenal.

We drew cards.

And you lost.

I was the first
one to draw.

I drew a jack.

What are the odds

that six other men would be able
to beat that draw?

Hmm?

High, but not impossible.

They cheated.

You still can't blame them

for the arsenal blowing up.

An enemy
cannonball

caused
the explosion.

But the odds should have been
seven to one

that I would be at the party
enjoying myself

instead of screaming in agony
among the arsenal ruins.

Your idea,
I suppose,

to bring the wagon

right down
the main street?

The town council considered my suggestion

a brilliant stroke
of showmanship,

paying proper tribute
to the president.

My original plan, Mr. West,

was to have both rockets
explode on the wagon.

I'm afraid I shall
have to settle

for one exploding there now.

The other over this way, I see.

In the head of each rocket,
Mr. West,

is a substance having ten times

the explosive force
of gunpowder.

I mention this
only to assure you

that your death will come
rather swiftly.

...enormity of the honor

has fallen to our gracious city
on this glorious day.

A day which, if I may say,
will be long remembered

in the hearts of each and every
citizen of this fair community.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I find that I am...

...a day upon which those of you
who are gathered here before me

will speak of to your children,

for today
on the platform with me

stands the most important man
in the entire world-

the president of the United
States, Ulysses S. Grant!

Remain here until the
first rocket goes off.

There will be
a minute's delay

until the second
is ignited-

enough time for you to join me
in the east tunnels.

Mr. West,

I hold nothing
against you.

Remember-

leave here only after the
first rocket hits the wagon.

Only Torres will know

what happened
here tonight.

He doesn't want
anyone alive

that will testify that
he killed the president.

I will not die.

Your devotion is touching...
to die for Mr. Torres.

Only one minute
to get away.

I hope you're
pretty spry.

Torres wasted no
time in leaving.

I think they're just
about ready to explode.

You better put your head down...

if you want to have
the same head

in the hereafter.

Se�or Torres!

Both explosions were
in the building.

Grant still lives.

Se�or Torres...

Give it up, Torres,
you still have a choice.

I'm sorry you don't have
a choice, Mr. West.

I sincerely am.

I... find myself
in the position

of the knights of old
in armor.

stay away
from water more than head deep.

Rule number two,
to avoid

a rope around the neck
at all cost.

The indignity would be
far more painful

than the hanging.

Take my hand, Torres.

I would have liked to...
at another time.

Artemus!

I told you
I'd think of something.

You know, there's...

headroom under there
clear down to the river.

Torres?

Yeah.

He was an interesting man, Jim.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen...

I can recall it's been but
30 short years since I was here.

At that time, I slept in a tent

where your townhouse
now stands.

I surveyed trenches
where now stands a church,

a symbol of peace.

It gives me a warm feeling,
ladies and gentlemen,

to note the progress that you
have made in this short a time.

And I look forward
with eagerness...

Now, look at it.

I want you to think of nothing.

Nothing.

Now, your eyelids
are getting heavy.

You're getting
sleepy.

sleepier...

I think that's it, Jim.

Talk to her-
softly.

Nina?

Yes?

You're a student

working for
your doctorate.

Yes, of course I am.

What was the last course
you completed?

The... cerebral motivations
of human behavior.

Wake up, Miss Gilbert.

Oh...

Welcome home,
Miss Gilbert.

Home?

Yeah, well, it's
kind of a long story.

Oh!

Who dressed me

in these
clothes?

That's part of the long story.

Have I been dreaming,
or did you just kiss me?

Oh, well, talking
about kisses...

Oh, how dare you!

Oh!

The nerve of you two!

How despicable!

The unmitigated
gall

of dressing me like a hussy!

Of kissing me while I'm asleep!

Oh!

You know, I liked
her better before.

She was more agreeable.

Yeah.

You...

Oh!