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That'll be
the stage coming, miss.

Thank you.

Whoa!

Hey, what do you got
to drink inside, junior?

Coffee.
Coffee?

Good thing we got
our own refreshments.

Well, you can't
get drunk on coffee.

Boy, and I'd hate
to try.

Ain't that the truth.

And I don't even like it.

Never drink it.

Well, now.

What sort of pretty
little thing are you?

Hi, honey.

How 'bout having a drink
with me and my friends here?

No, thank you.

Now you ain't
being polite.

What, do you expect her
to bottle-lip with us?

Get a cup
for the little lady.

I told you,
I don't want a drink.

You hear that,
fellas?

She said
she'd be delighted.

Lady doesn't look delighted.

I don't like
your piano playing.

Ma'am.

I don't know how I can
ever thank you, Mr. West.

Oh, it is Mr. West, isn't it?

Have we met?

I'm Amanda Morrison.

Caleb Morrison is my uncle.

You're the niece
of the superintendent

of the San Francisco Mint.

I was lucky enough
to be visiting

the day it was held up.

I had a box-seat view

of all the exciting things
that went on.

You weren't lucky,
and it wasn't exciting.

Those were vicious killers
that attacked the mint.

Didn't mean
to sound so callous.

You know something?

I didn't mean to sound
so disapproving.

Well, actually,
I still wake up shaking

when I think
what might have happened

if you and your partner
hadn't killed that-

That horrible man
who led them.

Emmet Stark.

Oh, yes.
Now I remember.

He wasn't killed,
he was wounded.

He's now serving
a life sentence.

You know, Uncle Caleb
still has to use a cane.

And he might've been killed
like all those poor guards

if it hadn't been
for you and...

You'll have to excuse me
for staring,

but I just cannot remember
meeting you.

It was five years ago.

I've grown up since then.

Yes, you've, uh,
grown up since then.

All right,
we're ready to roll, folks!

Any time you are, you-

Hey, what happened?

Those gentlemen will be
catching a later stage.

Oh, dear.
I forgot something.

Oh, I'll get it.

No, Mr. West.

I insist on powdering
my own nose.

Hey, miss,
you forgot your bag.

Boy, he sure was a handful.

Well, he isn't anymore.

Sheriff!

Anybody home?

Thank you.

Mm-hm.

Artemus Gordon,
man of mystery.

Oh, yes.
Cloak and dagger.

Oh, actually, Velia,

there's nothing
mysterious about me at all

right this minute.

Mmm.

Oh!

Champagne for lunch.

I feel so
deliciously sinful.

I know, I feel that way
all the time.

All right then.

Artemus Gordon, if your life
is such an open book,

what do you do?

What do I do?
Mmm.

Oh, you mean what do I do?
You mean work?

Oh, I- I'm in, uh,
porcelain door handles.

Porcelain door handles?

Oh, seriously?

Velia, I hope you are not
the kind of a girl

who thinks that a man
would make jokes

about something like that.

I know, but porcelain
door handles?

As a matter of fact,

I happen to be
very good at it.

I brought a whole
new dimension

to porcelain
door handles.

Just the other day,
my divisional sales manager

told me he had me in mind
for a promotion.

He called me
into his office

and said to me,
"Gordon," he said,

"I've been keeping my
eye on you for some time-"

I do hope
I'm not interrupting.

Not at all, colonel.

What are you doing here
in Virginia City?

I just arrived.

Oh, well, excuse me.

May I present
Colonel Richmond?

This is Miss Velia Marsh.

How do you do?

I'll bet
you're Artemu''

divisional
sales manager, right?

Yes, uh...

You might say that, yes.

Well, Artemus
was just telling me

how he brought
a whole new dimension

to the world
of porcelain door-

Uh, Velia, darling,
why don't you see

whether you can get
some kind of a tune

out of that piano player
over there, huh?

Thank you very much.
I'll be right with you.

There a hon.

What's the trouble,
colonel?

Remember Emmet Stark?
Mm-hm.

He shot his way
out of prison.

Now, I don't
have to remind you

of his curtain speech
to you and West

after the judge
sentenced him.

I remember it very well.

"Neither chains, nor bars,
nor the devil himself

can keep me from settling
my score with you two."

Listen, I just had
a wire from Jim

saying he was leaving Tonopah

for a town called Paradox.

I'm gonna go back
to the train and wire-

What's the matter?

Paradox?

Yes.

As divisional sales manager,

I should naturally know
all the towns

in my territory, right?

I never heard of that one.

Velia!

There you are, my dear.

Look, why don't you start
on the escargot without me?

The colonel and I have to plan
an emergency sales campaign.

There's a love.

Porcelain door handles.

Easy, boy.

Easy, boy.

Easy.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Well, what do they say?

Ah, same thing
Washington said.

There is no Paradox,
insofar as they know.

Not in Nevada or anywhere
in the United States.

So obviously, Jim never
sent that telegram.

Obviously.

Well, let's just separate
the fact from the fiction,

shall we, colonel?

There has to be
some connection

with Jim's being lured
into this phony Paradox

and Emmet Stark
suddenly escaping from-

Excuse me.

Oh, Jim, darl-

Oh!

Oh, dear.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
It's all right.

I thought-
I thought you were-

James West, I know.
Yeah.

Right idea, wrong man.

Oh.

Would you tell him
Amanda Vail is here, please?

Oh, I'm sorry.

He isn't here
at the moment, Miss Vail.

Not here?

Well, he has to be.

We arranged to meet here.

He's taking me to lunch.

Uh, when was
this arranged, miss?

When?

Well, yesterday at Tonopah,
when we got on the stage.

The lunch
was his idea.

Uh, excuse me, Miss Vail,

but do you happen to know
where he was headed?

I think he mentioned
a town named Paradox.

Uh, the stage stopped
at, uh, Paradox?

No, I remember now.

Jim got off at a relay station.

Como Creek.

But I don't-

Oh, well, this is ridiculous.

Why am I standing here

discussing
all this nonsense?

Jim was supposed
to meet me here,

and if he hasn't
the courtesy

to remember
an engagement, he could-

Now, miss,
I'm sure that he-

Well, she certainly
left in a huff, didn't she?

Pulled by a spanking pair
of black horses.

Good at riddles, colonel?

Not very. Why?

Why is Miss Vail's performance
like this cuckoo clock?

All right. Why?

Because it just cuckooed
four times,

while the hands
point to 7:00.

But in actual fact,
the time happens to be 12:30.

I see.

Neither one rings true.

This another one
of your talented hunches?

No, just a matter
of simple logic, sir.

If Amanda left
in such a huff

because she was stood up
for lunch by Jim,

why was it conveniently
waiting outside

for her to depart in?

As if she knew
she'd be leaving alone.

Exactly.

I just think I'll have
one of my men

tail Miss Amanda Vail.

What do you think?

I think that's
the indicated treatment, sir.

That, plus a little visit
to Como Creek.

Who are you?

I'm- I'm Betsy Cole.

You alone?

What are you doing here?

I guess I'm lost.

Well, tell me
about being lost.

Well, I-

I left home this morning.

I've never been
very far away before.

By myself, I mean.

I guess I just got lost.

Well, where were you headed?

Nowhere in particular.

Daddy thrashed me
for the last time,

if you gotta know.

You see, there was
this boy named Larkin,

and he wanted to take me
to a dance, and-

Daddy said he'd kill him
if he came around again.

And he would have.

So you ran away
to save young Larkin?

I don't wanna talk
about it anymore.

All right.

Do you live here?

Uh-uh.

Nobody lives here.
Come on.

Are you in some kind
of danger?

Yeah.

You said there were
no other people in this town.

You're hurt!

Yeah, I am hurt.

And, no, there are
people in this town,

but they don't wanna
be seen.

But they're watching us.
You can bet on it.

Why?

It's some kind of a game
that they're playing.

Game?
What kind of game?

The object is to see
if they can scare me first.

And then?

Never mind.

You get out of this place.

You'd be a lot less lost
in the desert

than you are in this town.

Well, if somebody's
trying to scare you,

why don't you leave?

Because I like to see
how games end.

If you know anything
about a telegraph,

maybe you could get help.

I mean, I just passed
a telegraph office.

Down there.

And I heard kind of
a clicking sound inside.

Of course, there had to be
a telegraph office.

Working?

Naturally.

Maybe somebody
will hear you.

I'm sure somebody will.

Nobody heard you.

Wait.

What are they saying?

"Count the hours,
Mr. West.

"Tomorrow you will die,

"hating yourself for what
you will have done.

Emmet Stark."

What does that mean,

"Tomorrow you will die,

hating yourself for what
you will have done"?

I don't know yet.

Good morning.

How's your leg?

I've known it
when it's felt better,

but fortunately
the bleeding stopped.

I was going to make us
some breakfast,

but there's no food
in the kitchen.

There's plenty of food
at the general store.

I'll get it.
No.

No, you rest.

I'll get it.

Thanks.

Good morning, sir!

Fine-looking town
you got here.

You like it?

It's yours.

Aw, give me a man

with a sense of humor
every time.

The name's Goff.
Hector Goff.

Traveling man
in dry goods and sundries.

There. How is it now?

Thanks, doc.
It snapped.

Great day in the-

Morning.

Well, maybe this won't be
a total loss after all.

Oh, uh, this is Miss Fogarty.

Most recently
from the thriving mining town

of Dead Dog, Colorado,
on our way to-

Excuse me,
Mr. Goff.

This man
is injured.

I'm Dr. Prior.

What's the matter
with your leg?

All right,
come on.

What's next?
Come on, I'm waiting.

I'm afraid
I don't understand.

What are all you people
doing here?

Look, mister, we-

We come awful close
to losing a wheel

a few miles back,

so I figured I better
pull in here

and tighten up this
here axle nut, see?

Yeah, that desert
out there isn't my idea

of a pleasant place
to be stranded in.

No, this town's
not on my regular run either.

Fact is, I, uh-
I never heard of it before.

But you've all heard
of Emmet Stark.

Who?

Never mind.

It's a long story.

Well, perhaps you'll
tell us about it

while I have a look
at that leg of yours.

Come along, Mr. Goff.
Lend me a hand.

How long will it be,
driver?

Few more turns
of the wrench,

we'll be ready.

Thank you.

Thank you,
Miss Fogarty.

You would make
an excellent nurse.

The kind of places
I work, doc,

it's just
part of the job.

I'm afraid I had to be

a little rough on you,
Mr. West.

That's all right, doc.

That story
you told us, friend,

now that's one
for the books.

That's for sure.

There.

That'll take the edge
off the pain.

You're coming with us,
of course?

I'm very grateful, doctor.

We're all set to roll.

About time.

Come on, honey.

Come along, Mr. West.

What is it, Mr. West?

You haven't changed
your mind, have you?

If you don't get out
of this town,

you're making
a big mistake.

Well, I guess you know
your own mind, honey.

Doctor.

Doctor, wait.

You said I could
come with you.

Doc!
Ha!

Excuse me, are you
the station master?

Yes, sir.

Well, I'm looking
for a friend of mine

who came in on a stage
here yesterday.

His name is West.

West?

Let me see now...

Excuse me, sir.

Maybe I could help.

Sir?

I'm Dr. Prior.

I couldn't help
overhearing your question

to the station master.

Could the friend
you're looking for

be James West,
by any chance?

Yes.

It is the same one.

We saw your friend
this morning.

Oh, fine. Where?

Oh, won't you sit down
and we'll fill you in, Mr...

Gordon.
Artemus Gordon.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Oh, uh, may I present
Miss Fogarty?

How do you do?
Hello.

And Mr. Goff.

Pleased and proud
to meet you, sir.

Likewise, I'm sure.

Thank you
very much.

Uh, may I ask
where it was

you saw Mr. West?

On the road
just a few miles from here.

Our stage
developed wheel trouble

and while we were stopped,
Mr. West rode by

and asked if he could be
of any assistance.

He certainly has polish
and breeding, your friend.

There you go.

Oh, thank you.

Here, Mr. Gordon.

Let me get that
out of your way.

Thank you.

Fortunately,
the trouble was minor.

Something the driver
took care of.

So after we chatted for a while,
your friend rode on.

Rode on where?

He said he was on his way
to Virginia City

to meet a friend.

Might have been referring
to you, Mr. Gordon.

Did, uh, he seem strange
in any way?

How's that?

Oh, he had real lovely manners.

Oh, no, no, no.

I mean, he wasn't hurt

or anything like that, was he?

Looked in good shape to me.

I'll say.

Well, it's a relief
to know he's all right

as far as he went, anyway.

He, uh, didn't happen
to mention where he'd been

or anything like that,
did he?

No. Can't recall he did.

Are you figuring
on returning

to Virginia City
to meet Mr. West?

Yes, I am.

Long ride, isn't it?

Why not come along with us
in the stage?

Yes, Mr. Gordon.

Why don't you?

Well, thank you.

I don't mind
if I do.

Good!

Oh, excuse me.

All right, you three,

we're gonna have the truth
out of you now.

Where's Jim West?

Talk!

I'm gonna ask you
just one more...

time...

What's the matter,
Mr. Gordon?

Sudden attack
of vertigo?

It was in the coffee,
wasn't it?

From the classic double vision

and the lack of balance,
I'd say it was...

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Jim.

Relax, Artie.

You're all right?

Fine.

Let's get ready
for Emmet Stark.

I got you.

You filthy...

I killed him.

The man that was like
a brother to me.

I killed him for you,
didn't I?

I really should apologize,
Mr. Gordon.

It was what you wanted,
wasn't it?

You planned it that way
all along.

No, no, no.

Actually, I planned
that Mr. West would kill you.

However, in a drama
as intricate

as the one
we've just enacted,

we shouldn't quarrel
with a slight variation

on a theme, should we?

So you killed West.

A mere detail, really.

Not really.

Well, well, well,

I'd almost forgotten
how full of subtleties

you and Mr. Gordon were.

What now?

I suggest it's
a Mexican standoff, Stark.

Why not?

Check, double-check,

and finally...

...triple-check.

You are now covered
by a double-barreled shotgun.

Drop your guns, both of you.

You can come out now.

Thank you, my dear.

Gentlemen, my daughter.

This seems to be a day
for resurrections,

doesn't it, Mr. West?

First you and now Betsy
returned from the dead.

What about the other members
of your company?

The three soldiers
and Amanda?

Not to mention
that sterling trio

that sing and dance their way
into your hearts-

Prior, Goff and Fogarty.

All patiently
waiting for us

at Como Creek.

And now, with due regard
for your masterful stalling,

au revoir.

Come, my dear.

These men
have work to do.

Let's go.

Move it.

Let's go.
Get over there!

Face the wall
and turn around.

Jim, the gun!

May I have the gun,
dear?

Jesse.

Here we are, darling.

Thank you, Daddy.

There we go.

It was fun,
wasn't it, Daddy?

Indeed it was,
my dear.

It worked out
quite well.

You may drive on,
Jesse!

Daddy?

Jesse!

Hang on, Artie.

You bet.

Stop, you hear! Jesse!

What's going on here?

Stop! Stop, do you hear!

Artie, what did you
do that for?

I was enjoying
Stark's music box.

It was like
an instant party.

Until our legs heal,

we couldn't do any
dancing anyway.

Let's face it.

Something's gone
out of our lives.

I'm glad Stark
and that whole gang

are rounded up
and back in the poky.

Yeah, nothing
but dullness

facing us now.

I can stand
a little dullness.

Artie?
Hm?

I got a surprise
for you.

It just might
cheer you up.

For me?

Oh, you shouldn't have.

I know.
That's why I didn't.

Hey, it's from Velia Marsh.

Oh, that sweet
little thing.

And after the way
I left her alone

in that restaurant.

You would have-

Oh, something died.

Escargot aren't supposed
to smell like that.

They do after they're
a week old.