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What do you want up here?

I'm here to find
John Maxwell Avery.

I said I'm here to find
John Maxwell Avery.

And now you've
found him.

I'm John Avery.

Tom Hendrix,
Attorney General's office.

Pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Hendrix.

I'm here to take you back.

Back where, sir?

Washington.

Under direct orders

of the President
of the United States.

Really?

And who are the gentlemen
with you?

Marshal Kirby of Pima County,
and a deputy.

You'll be granted the protection
of presidential custody.

Well, now,
that sounds impressive.

I have my orders,
Mr. Avery.

So you do, and from Washington.

I would advise you

not to try anything foolish,
Marshal.

You can take the
body back with you,

and you can tell Washington...

there's my answer.

Are you Mr. West?

No, sir.

If you will follow me?

Chopin's "Nocturne in E Flat,"
gentlemen,

and beautifully executed,
wouldn't you say?

Artemus Gordon, gentlemen,
at your service.

Tennyson,
where's my coffee?

And that, gentlemen,
is Mr. West.

Your coffee is
almost ready, sir,

and your guests
have arrived.

Gentlemen.

Captain Davis.

Marshal Kirby.

Won't you gentlemen
please sit down?

Appreciate your
hospitality, Mr. West,

but I'd much rather learn
what this is all about.

Just as you say,
Captain.

There was some mention of help.

What kind of help, Mr. West?

The army's spread
thin out here.

No time to play guide
to visiting tourists.

The Secret Service
takes a dim view

of pleasure trips, Captain.

We're here to find John Avery.

Look, John Avery
is a stinking butcher.

Him and his
thieving gang

have turned this area
into a slaughterhouse,

leaving nothing
but a trail of blood.

That trail
still must lead somewhere.

It does.

Up there
among those devil-cursed rocks.

A deserted, worked-
out mining camp-

that's where you'll find
John Avery.

Can't the army flush him out,
Captain?

Mr. West,

we've been up there.

A full troop,
all the men we could spare.

There are 22 new
military graves

to prove
our attempt.

Would you like to see
those graves?

Thank you, Captain.

We have our assignment.

Still, I think a man

could work his way
up there alone.

If a man
was foolish enough to try,

and if a man was lucky enough
to reach John Avery,

even get close enough
to kill him,

that man wouldn't stand a chance
of getting out of there alive.

Our assignment's
not to kill him.

It's to find him
and bring him back alive.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

I wish we
could help you,

but if you still intend
to find John Avery,

there are two things
we can offer.

What's that?

Our condolences,
and a decent burial.

Good day, gentlemen.

Mr. West.

Well...

I say
let's wire Washington

and ask for
another assignment.

Something simple,
like, uh, cutting our throats.

Oh, we don't bring Avery
back, and they probably will.

Mmm. Why is the president
so anxious

to bring him back alive?

Avery was a big man in
Washington, you know that.

A close confidant
to the president.

Sure,
till they found out

that he was a corrupt, vicious
political manipulator.

Too many people think
the president fixed it

so Avery could get away,

and now the president has
to personally produce Avery

at a Senate hearing.

Bringing Avery back alive
could stop a scandal

that would rock the nation.

Ah, now it's clear.

James, my boy,

you're grinning
like an undertaker

ready to dress a corpse.

Mine.

Artemus, have you
ever considered

returning to the stage?

Yes, many times,

and never more seriously
than right now.

What are you looking
at my violin like that for?

Um, a Trojan horse.

An innocent show wagon,
traveling in the west

and innocently
getting lost.

Oh, no, oh, no.

That gambit is not going
to work with me.

If you think I'm going
to step into a coffin

just because
you hold out an offer

for me to get back
on a stage, not on your life.

Ah, trodding
the boards again.

Performing
before an audience.

The sound of applause.

A standing ovation.

And no song and
dance, now, Jim.

Readings from the Bard.

From Hamlet to King Lear.

Hamlet.

Looks like
the game's started.

Only one man?

Avery can't be
that short-handed.

What are you doing
out here?

We're on our way to Pima.

Uh, yes, my good man.

An engagement there.

Pima's 20 miles
the other way.

No! Another wrong
turn, Mr. Whitney.

When will you learn?

Thank you very
much, my good sir.

Now we'll just turn
this thing about.

Mister, we don't take
to strangers coming this close,

best you keep right on coming.

Sam!

Ride back
and tell

Mr. Avery we're bringing in
some visitors.

What about
our engagement in Pima?

Let's go.

Uh, do as the man
says, Mr. Whitney.

Found them headed
this way, Mr. Avery.

They claim they're lost,

but I figured
you'd want to look them over.

Which one of you is in charge?

Here, sir-
Conroy Whitney.

My partner,
Mr. Artemus Gordon.

Mason, search them.

Check the wagon

from top
to bottom.

Perhaps you'll perform for us,
Mr. Whitney.

My men could use
a little diversion.

Well, at least
Avery was kind enough

not to put a guard
on us.

Why bother?

He's got the place
surrounded like a fortress.

We'd never get out
the way we came in.

My guess is
there's another way out-

an escape route set up by Avery
just in case.

All right, James, let's
assume you're right,

and that we even find it.

Now, how do you propose to
invite Avery to join us?

I'll try
to endear myself to him.

Uh-huh.

James, my boy,
start endearing.

Mr. Avery,
I've been hoping to see you.

Were you,
Mr. Whitney?

The way we were brought here,
almost like prisoners.

Are we your prisoners,
Mr. Avery?

"Prisoners"
sounds so melodramatic.

Let's just say
that you're my guests.

Oh...

Artemus, I told you
he was a gentleman.

A man of his character
doesn't change.

Then we've met before,
Mr. Whitney?

Well, never socially,

but, uh, when I
played Washington,

the name John Avery
was very important in politics

and in society.

Box "A" at the theater?

And now you find me out here,
in a place like this.

Oh, as I find
myself, sir.

A turn of the cards.

That's right, Mr. Whitney.

A turn of the cards.

You're overdoing it,
you ham.

Mr. Whitney,
my men tell me

they have found two rifles
in your wagon.

Traveling in this wilderness,
one must take defense measures.

And you're on
your way to Pima?

Yes, yes,
an engagement there.

And you lost your way?

Mm.

I'm looking forward to seeing
your performance this evening.

That's a very tough
and cool customer.

Agreed.

Still has to be another
way out of here.

You finish setting up.

I'm going to take
a look around.

Well?

I still think
he's nothing

but a fancy-hatted
dude, Mr. Avery.

Harmless as
a baby jackrabbit.

We can't afford the luxury
of thinking.

Mason, round up the boys,
and we'll find out

just how harmless
he is.

Howdy.

Howdy, Mr. Mason.

Nice to see you again.

You know, that's
one fancy hat

you got there,
Mr. Play Actor.

Oh, thank you very much.

You know, I ain't
been able to get

that pretty hat
out of my thoughts.

Mr. Mason...

Hey, Chuck, you ever
seen a hat like that?

Well, now that you
mention it, I ain't.

Mr. Mason, I don't want
any trouble.

What did you call me?

All right, Jim,
that's enough.

We got to play
the game their way.

Chuck, you're going
to let him call me that?

Oh, I don't know
why I should.

Come on, you can do
better than that.

Hold it.

I must apologize for
my men, Mr. Whitney.

They can get
a little boisterous.

Boisterous?

Rowdies, that's
what they are, Mr. Avery.

Rowdies.

Yeah, he's harmless
all right, Mr. Avery.

Yeah, it certainly appears
that way, doesn't it?

Yeah, if he was
a federal man,

he'd sure know how
to take care of himself.

Wouldn't take
that kind of a beating.

But suppose he was
a bounty hunter?

There's still a generous
price on my head, Chuck.

How you going to go about
finding that out?

By giving him
his opportunity.

Mr. Whitney...

I do regret what happened.

The feeling's mutual.

I would like
to make amends.

Oh, don't bother.

There's no bother, Mr. Whitney.

I was on my way
to enjoy a little sport.

Why don't you join me?

Sport, Mr. Avery?

Hunting.

I find it relaxing and, uh,

a wonderful way for men
to get to know each other.

I don't know anything
about hunting.

He doesn't even know

which end of the rifle
to hold.

We'll be ready to leave
in half an hour, Mr. Whitney.

Do you call this
"sport," Mr. Avery?

My own private
hunting preserve,

Mr. Whitney.

I doubt if many men can
lay claim to such a luxury.

I suppose I'll miss
all of this when I leave.

You're leaving?

Oh, yes, of course.

Greener pastures, you might say.

Canada, Europe...

It all depends on the financial
gains I realize here.

From what I've seen,
you've been quite successful.

Then you've seen the wanted
posters on John Avery, huh?

Tell me, Mr. Whitney,
do they do me justice?

Well, let's say they show
a healthy interest in you.

Last I heard, it was $10,000.

Oh, it's up to 15 now.

Ooh.

I feel honored.

Imagine what a man like you
could do with $15,000.

For a man who knows
nothing about rifles,

you caught that
quite professionally.

Well, it was an accident.

Pure instinct.

$15,000, Mr. Whitney.

Doesn't instinct
make you want to point

that rifle at me
and pull the trigger?

You're not a stupid man,
Mr. Avery.

I have no interest in the money,
but even if I did,

how far do think I'd get
with... blanks?

Blanks, Mr. Whitney?

Hey, Whitney!

Come on, Mr. Avery
wants to see you.

But we're preparing
for the show.

Mr. Avery says now.

Trouble?

Let's hope not.

At least not till
I finish my soliloquy.

This is hardly
what I'd expect

from a man
of Mr. Avery's tastes.

Mr. Whitney?

Yes.

Won't you come in?

Please?

Thank you.

Mr. Avery sure is a gentleman
of elegant taste, ain't he?

That would be
a difficult point to argue.

Listen, um, that show wagon,
is it really yours?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, gosh.

I feel like I know you.

Really?

Uh-huh.

You see, I used to be

in the entertainment
business, too.

Laurie Morgan?

I used to sing in San Francisco.

Oh, oh, how lovely.

Uh-huh.

And of course a showperson

always feels close
to another showperson.

It's sort of like family.

That's how I always
feel, Laurie, yes.

Oh, I can hardly wait
to see your show tonight.

Maybe we could convince
you to sing with us.

Oh, gosh.

Oh, I'd like that.

And I have got this outfit

that I used to wear
in San Francisco...

No, Laurie.

I'm sorry.

I wouldn't think
it proper.

I'm glad you could come,
Mr. Whitney.

I thought we'd have
a brandy together

before your performance.

I'd like that
very much.

Why don't you get
your wrap, my dear.

There's no need to hurry.

This elegance, Mr. Whitney,
I suppose it surprises you?

I wouldn't have expected
anything less

from a man like you,
Mr. Avery.

Although I must admit
I was bit confused

by the entrance.

Small precaution.

If this town were suddenly
to be overrun,

who would bother with
a deteriorated storefront?

True. Very true.

Then there are
other precautions.

I'm a cautious man, Mr. Whitney.

To your health, sir.

To yours.

Mr. Whitney, I can't help
wondering

why our paths never crossed
back in Washington.

Traveling in different
circles perhaps.

Mm-hmm, perhaps.

But you probably do know why
I had to leave Washington.

Hmm, well, yes, I...
I heard rumors.

Good choice of a word,
Mr. Whitney.

Well, I know you're anxious
to get back.

You may leave the way you came.

Oh, you will be
at the performance?

Of course.

Don't start until I get there.

Laurie, are you ready?

And, Mr. Whitney,
I'd appreciate it very much

if you would escort Miss Morgan
to your wagon.

I'll be along shortly.

My pleasure.

That's him, Mr. Avery-

James West.

Out here on orders
from Washington.

He needs to be
taken care of.

Oh, he will be.

There's no rush.

Where can he go?

And you did say his orders
were to take me back... alive.

Strange man Avery.

Oh. Yeah, you might
sort of say that.

You met him in San Francisco?

Mm-hmm.

He was very nice.

Elegant gentleman

and all that.

And now you're afraid of him.

Look, um...

I think we better talk
about something else, huh?

You don't trust me, Laurie.

I saw your face
in there.

I see the fear on it now.

Look, I just met you.

I don't want any trouble.

I'll scream.

He's got a lot
of men around here.

I want to help you, Laurie.

Remember what you said?

Like family almost.

Well... gee, you look like

the right kind of gentleman
and all that,

but, uh, why would you want
to stick out your neck for me?

Well, it's my neck.

When I leave here,

I may be able
to get you out in my wagon.

Oh... sure.

Just like in a storybook.

Why don't you trust me, Laurie?

You don't know Mr. Avery.

He isn't fooled so easy.

Isn't it worth a try?

Try what?

He's got this place locked in
like it was a prison.

But I think there's
another way out.

A way only
Avery knows.

Hasn't he ever mentioned
anything like that, Laurie?

Look, mister, you're going
to get us killed.

Now, come on, let's go over
to your show

before somebody sees
us in here like this.

Ooh.

That didn't feel like no family.

Wasn't meant to.

Abracadabra.

And now, for my next act
of prestidigitation.

Yay!

Yoo-hoo!

And now to prove that the hand
is quicker than the eye.

Hand sure is quicker.

Please continue,
Mr. Whitney.

There'll be no further
vulgar behavior.

Thank you.

And as I said,

to prove that the hand is
quicker than the eye...

Oh!

When you get
the opportunity,

go out back and
invite Mr. Whitney

to have supper with us
after the performance.

And now my friends,

it is an honor to
introduce to you

the next performer.

Direct from a triumphant tour

before the crown heads
of Europe,

that great dramatic star,
Mr. Artemus Gordon.

To be... or not to be,

that is the question.

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind

to suffer the slings and arrows

of outrageous fortune,

or to take arms

against a sea...

...of troubles,

and by opposing, end them?

To die to sleep
no more,

and by that sleep,

say we end the heartache
and the thousand natural...

Well, I just had to make sure

it had nothing to do
with family.

Now, listen, I've got a feeling
you're in trouble.

Uh, Mr. Avery wanted me
to invite you to supper

after the show tonight.

But I don't know.

I think it's something else.

Like what, Laurie?

Well, there was a man
who came to see him earlier.

Now, I didn't hear much,

but I'm quite sure
it had something to do with you.

The man- who is he?

A lawman Mr. Avery
has on his payroll.

Thanks, Laurie.

Mm. But that's the last time
I'm helping you- no more.

From now on,
you are on your own, hmm?

Oh.

Oh.

You know, gentlemen like you
really confuse me.

Thus conscience
does make cowards

of us all.

And thus

the native hue of resolution

is sicklied o'er
with the pale cast

of thought.

Oh, what it feels like
to get back on the stage.

Just listen to that.

Congratulations.

Thank you. Excuse me.

I hate to pull the
plug on your success,

but Avery knows
who we are.

Avery knows?

Excuse me.

How?

Good guess would be our
friend Marshal Kirby.

It's good thing Avery's
the kind of man

who enjoys playing games.

Ah, especially
when he holds all the cards.

What do we do now?

Like Avery,
we play games.

Mmm.

Yes, Mr. Whitney.

Playing games.

Oh, I find I must
disagree with you, sir.

I hardly consider
the theatrical profession

as playing games.

Come now, Mr. Whitney.

Doesn't the...

the true actor cast aside
his cloak of reality

to, uh...

well, lose himself
in an assumed role?

Mm, of course,
but not as a game.

Ah.

Then for a purpose, perhaps?

game and purpose.

But wouldn't that apply
to almost any walk of life?

As Shakespeare said,

"All the world is a stage,

and men and women
merely players."

"And one man
in his time plays many parts."

Ah, Mr. Avery,
you know Shakespeare.

No.

I know people and life,
Mr. Whitney.

Well, right here and now,
this room,

all of this
could be a stage.

And you and I, merely players.

Possibly.

But we couldn't know that
till the curtain went up,

could we?

The curtain may already be up,
Mr. Whitney.

We could be waiting
for it to come down.

♪ I dream of Jeannie
with the light brown... ♪

Hey, you.

What are you
doing out here?

Get over here.

Oh, please...

Please forgive me,
uh, kind, sir,

but I am newly come
from the heady wine

of theatrical triumph.

Yeah. You been hitting that jug,
all right.

Oh, sir,
my performance tonight...

Why surely you recall
a magnificent ovation

that was given to me?

No. I got stuck
with this here guard duty.

Now you get on back
over to your wagon.

You mean you missed
my performance?

That's appalling.

But never fear, sir,

you shall not be deprived
of the right

to sit at the table
of cultural ambrosia.

"Am-" what?

No, sir.

You shall be granted
a personal performance.

Hold on now.

O that this too, too solid flesh
would melt,

thaw, and resolve
itself into a dew.

Cut that out.

But two months dead,
nay, not so much, not two

so excellent a king,
that was, to this

Hyperion to a satyr,

so loving to my mother

that he might not beteem
the winds of heaven

visit her face too roughly.

Heaven and earth!

Must I remember?

Alas, poor Yorick.

I knew him well.

Excellent dinner,
Mr. Avery.

My compliments.

Thank you.

My dear, I know how
cigar smoke disturbs you.

Oh, no!

But it does.

Brandy, Mr. Whitney?

Please. Thank you.

Well, one would think
we were back in Washington.

A pleasant thought.

Yes. The two of us
back in Washington together.

That would please you,
wouldn't it, Mister, uh...

West...

isn't it?

James West.

You're a clever and brave man,
Mr. West, and I appreciate that.

And you're going to find it
a shame

to have to kill me, correct?

On the contrary,
I expect to find it a pleasure.

Guard!

Come in here!

I'm sure, Mr. West, that you
will be delighted to learn

that you will be buried
with full military honors.

A turn of the cards,
Mr. Avery.

There's still an entire deck
to be played, Mr. West.

He acts like he's holding
the winning hand.

Maybe he is.

We still have to get
him out of here.

Well, Mr. West, you got in,
and you've got me...

Now, how do you
propose to get out?

Laurie?!

It's all right.

I'm going to ask you to help us,
to help yourself.

That other way out...

where is it?

Don't worry,
we'll take you with us.

But I can't;
he'll kill me.

There is no other way out,
Mr. West.

If there were, do you think

that I would be foolish enough
to divulge it to her?

It's your one chance,
Laurie.

It's your one chance
to escape.

What do you think he'll do
when he tires of you?

You think he'll
let you leave?

He's right, Laurie.
You know it.

Easy...

Gadzooks.

Very ingenious,
Mr. Avery.

A clever emergency exit.

And since this is
an emergency, shall we?

But first...

You wouldn't mind

putting your hands behind
your back, would you?

It's quite damp down there,
Mr. Gordon.

How do you like that?

He's still playing it
like a winning hand.

I better have
a look down there, Jim.

Still concerned, Mr. West?

Still cautious,
Mr. Avery.

You better get a wrap,
Laurie.

Now, I wouldn't like
to be gagged, Mr. West.

Do you think that I
would cry out for help?

All clear down there, Jim.

My hat, Mr. West,
if you please.

No, I'd prefer
the black one, please.

Magnificent.

I command a loyal group
of followers, Mr. West.

Well, then I guess
it's just about that time.

I'm sure Grandfather
will forgive me.

Shall we continue,
Mr. Avery?

I don't seem to have
much choice, do I?

Lead on, MacDuff.

You better wait here.

Right.

Mr. Avery!

You all right up there?

Yes, fine, Chuck.

Good work.

Just be patient.

As I said, Mr. West,
I'm a cautious man.

That was a
prearranged signal-

this black hat.

Leaving the white
one behind

told my men
I was in trouble.

Also, a $20,000 reward
for the men who rescue me.

The winning hand.

I'm going to need that rifle.

Let's get rid of the horses!

There's no more
than eight of them out there.

Perhaps I should say seven.

Looks like your boys don't want
to spread the reward too thin.

There are more of
them on the way.

And you had to blow up
this tunnel.

You've locked yourself in, West.

There's no way out.

Perhaps you'd like to discuss
some sort of deal?

Perhaps you'd like to discuss
some sort of deal?

I can just see

a cold-blooded butcher
like you letting us go.

Artemus, do that again.

What?
Avery's voice.

What? Oh, you mean...

Perhaps you'd like to discuss
some sort of deal?

You'll have to pardon
my rudeness.

Laurie...

watch him.

Artemus, you're
about to give

the greatest performance
of your career.

Curtain's up, Artemus.

Chuck, this is Avery.

Hold your fire.

Can you hear me?

Yes, I hear you, Mr. Avery.

West is giving up.

It's all over, men.

It worked.

Let's get the others.

Where are the other fireworks?

Oh.

Take Laurie
and put her in the last car.

Right.

Well, Mr. Avery, shall we?

Hey, wasn't that Mr. Avery
they just dumped in the car?

It sure was.

Everybody all right?

A final turn
of the cards, Mr. Avery.

The engineer tells me
that steam is up, sir,

and we are ready
to press on.

It's a long trip
to Chicago, Mr. Avery.

You can ride with me,

or we do have a rolling cell up forward.

I'd like your
promise, though,

that you don't
try and escape.

However, the choice
is yours.

Don't be ridiculous, West.

The rolling cell,
of course.

Well, at least
you'll have company

in the form of
U.S. Marshal Kirby.

I'll show you
to your quarters, sir.

And, Laurie, I'm sure
I have your promise

that you won't try
to escape

on the long trip
to Chicago.

Oh, gosh, all this elegance, Mr. West.

Why, it ought
to be real fun

traveling clear
to Chicago

in such fancy style.

Not to mention the fun

of a fascinating
traveling companion.

Oh, but Chicago,
Mr. West.

I don't know a soul
in Chicago.

What would I do there
all by myself?

My dear, the name Artemus Gordon
is sheer magic

in Chicago theatrical circles.

It can open doors.

Really, Mr. Gordon?

Oh, I would deem it a pleasure,
Laurie.

Now with all that settled,
on our way to Chicago, right?

Wrong.

I'm heading
the other way.

You see, gentleman
like you still confuse me.

Oh.

I guess simple girls
like me

should just never
leave home.

Bye.

Artemus, it's going to be
a long trip to Chicago.

James, my boy,
you just can't win them all.