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Senator Rawls.

Good of you to come, Jim.

You said it was
urgent, sir.

Urgency and the Secret Service
seem to go together.

Well, this urgency
could spell a lot of trouble.

It could threaten
the entire United States.

Well, how does
your niece fit in, sir?

I don't know-
not quite.

This, uh, fiancé of hers,
uh, Talbot, he's always been

a wild, unstable person,

in and out of
all sorts of problems.

But Lola
won't accept it that way.

She won't believe it.

Won't believe it?

Won't believe
that, uh, Talbot

has finally
thrown her over, jilted her.

I don't mean
to be impolite, sir,

but how does
a broken love affair

threaten the security
of the United States?

Well, Lola is going to tell you
a bizarre tale-

weird, if you will.

You know, I was hoping that,

without being
unkind to her,

you could give her
some perspective...

on the truth
of Talbot throwing her over.

Except...

Except what, Senator?

Except I believe that
what she's going to tell you

is the frightening truth.

Room 406, sir?

Miss Bracer, I'm James West.

For the first time
in my life,

it's been a pleasure
to hear a woman scream.

Won't you come in?

I ask you, Mr. West,

is that the letter
of a man

trying to break
his engagement?

"The elite class

"will rule the world
for the strong only.

"No place for the weak.

"The government is decadent.

We shall form our own empire."

I must say,

your fiancé has some peculiar
political sentiments.

From Mars, Nevada.

I can't find it
on the map.

Well, this postmark
is genuine.

He ought to be
easy to locate.

How did Jack Talbot get involved
with General Grimm?

Then you believe me.

Well, those three men
in the hall a few minutes ago

were a strong argument
in your favor.

Yes, I believe you.

Jack met this man who calls
himself General Grimm

about four months ago.

He wouldn't talk much about it,

but when he did,
he was excited, almost feverish.

Once, I recall, he said that
this Grimm was recruiting men

who had the same ideas,
the same purpose,

from all over
the country.

And then he just disappeared.

And except for that letter,
I haven't heard from him since.

I'll do
what I can for you, Miss Bracer.

Please...

Please find him.

He's either gone mad or
is in the hands of madmen.

I'm terrified
for his safety.

If half the things
in that letter are true,

I'm more concerned

for the safety
of the United States.

Mars, Nevada, Jim.

Got your horse
waiting outside for you.

That's Mars, Nevada?

Friendly little place,
isn't it?

Sun, sand, cactus, gila
monsters and rattlesnakes-

ideal place
for a honeymoon.

There's no such girl.
I know.

The map charts the place
about eight miles from here.

There's a railroad siding
about six.

Pull over some place;
I'll get word to you.

Suppose you don't?

Artemus, you're going
to have to do something

about that gloomy
outlook of yours.

No, no,
I'm just being selfish.

You know, after
a certain point,

the siding starts
to lose its charm.

I might want
to run up to...

San Francisco, Chicago.

Try reading a book.

Hey, Jim?

Hmm?

Listen, where you're going

without wine, women or song,
you might want a smoke.

Little tobacco
I blended for you, special.

Thanks.

I will ask that
question again:

The names of the others
to whom you wrote.

No one, only her.

Down.

Bring him up.

The others, Talbot.

She was...
she was the only one.

This time I will leave you under
for 15 minutes.

Death to all enemies
of the cause!

The truth,
Talbot!

I only wrote one letter,
General.

All right, I believe you.

That's all I wanted to hear.

However, Talbot, I'm going
to use you as an example.

Because you violated...
the rule of secrecy,

you will spend one week
in the hot box.

Take him down.

Dismount.

State your business,
mister.

I want to join up.

Depends on who you are.

Being only a sentry,

you don't decide,
then, do you?

I didn't like that, mister.

We're all equal here,
not like out there-

where to some men,
you're dirt.

Look, if they accept me,

that means you and I are going
to be on the same side.

Let's not start out
on the wrong foot, friend.

All right.

The main building's
straight ahead.

Thank you.

Ask for Sergeant Musk.

The main building...

and if you go to one side
or the other,

I'll put a bullet
in the back of your head.

Knowing Jack Talbot

isn't a point
in your favor, mister.

He's weak
and unreliable.

I don't want to start

on the wrong foot
with you, my dear.

You will address me
as Sergeant Musk.

As long as I'm still a civilian,

I'd like to think of you as
a woman rather than as, um,

a superior officer.

While I am on duty,

you will not look upon me
as a woman, Mr. West.

I'll fight the impulse.

Jack Talbot's a friend of mine.

I would hardly
call him unreliable.

Come with me.

Take a good look.

Who are they?

Men like you,

who said they
wanted to belong.

They failed.

It's easier to get in

than it is
to get out, I see.

Then what is your reason
for wanting to get in?

I like strong causes.

There's no room
in the world for weak ones.

The weak ones don't
survive here, civilian.

And another thing-

there is equality
for women.

Like I said,
the strong should rule.

You better believe
that, civilian...

for the next
thousand years.

We'll requisition
your horse

and I'll take your gun.

You can pick up
a uniform and supplies

from the quartermaster
and report to B barracks.

Thank you
for accepting me, Sergeant.

You're not accepted,
you're just... in.

So you're the new fish.

Quite a studious group.

Attention!

At ease.

This is Private West.

He's a friend
of Jack Talbot's.

That's right.

I've been looking
for Jack.

Anybody know
where he is?

I forgot, secrecy.

Our greatest weapon.

Talbot forgot.

Talbot's a weakling.

There ain't no room here
for weaklings...

and unreliable,
yellow scum.

That's how it is, huh?

This is a fighting outfit,
Private.

Your friend Talbot

was a lousy,
no-good traitor.

Anybody else?

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

All right,

get this place
straightened up!

Mess call in ten minutes!

Taps is 21:00!

Anyone outside barracks
after that is shot.

Private West.

Are you really
a friend of Jack's?

Yes, I am.

Keep your voice down.

You've got to help him.

He's out there
in that hotbox.

He'll die if you
don't get him out.

I'll do all I can.

Please.

Enter.

State your business,
Sergeant.

Sir, I wish to report

that I am most favorably
impressed with the new man.

Good, good.

However, at the moment we have

a much more
pressing problem.

Talbot's letter was delivered
to, uh, a Miss Lola Bracer,

in room 406 of the Mission Hotel
in San Francisco.

Miss Bracer has an uncle-

Senator Rawls-

Chairman of the Senate
Military Affairs Committee.

Through Rawls, the girl
was able to contact...

a member of the Secret Service.

Do we have any idea
who that might be, General?

Unfortunately... we do not.

As yet.

As I told you, General...

I saw him once.

But his face,
I'll never forget his face.

Good, good.

Keep it moving!

Next.

I said "next"!

Good, good.

Keep it moving.

Next!

Pretty good for
your first try.

You catch on quick.

Next.

The way you bounced me

should make up
for last night, huh?

Harder- hit him harder!

Forget it.

We're fighting
for the same cause.

Some outfit over there.

In the new society,
women will be equal.

Those are equal now-

shoot and fight
with the best of us.

They'll never know
what hit them.

I hope it happens soon.

They'll wake up
in the morning,

not even know
what happened.

Who said it was going
to be at night?

Well, why not?

Night's the best time.

It offers surprise-
attack or retreat.

That's the way
I figure it.

The General does
all the figuring here.

And if you're smart,

you'll say, "Yes, sir"
or "No, sir"

when you meet him
in the canteen tonight.

Hut two, three, four,
hut two, three, four.

Detail... halt!

Dismissed.

Jenny.

If I'm going
to rescue Talbot,

you're going
to have to help.

Anything.

I don't think he can live
in there one more night.

There's a man
that's liable

to recognize
me any moment.

I've got a friend
not too far from here.

We've got to get
a message to him.

All right, you two,
break it up.

You're both on duty.

There isn't any way.

Freeze.

Hands off
and hands up.

Slowly.

A little bit higher
if you would, please.

Very good.

Now, if you'd
be good enough

to just turn
around- slowly.

Sandy O'Brien,
you musty old...

Cavalry captain,
you!

Why didn't you
say something?

Well, you never
gave me a chance.

And I know what
a nervous fellow you are

with a gun in your hand.

Oh, these are nervous
times, friend.

Not like they
used to be,

oh... not at all.

That's why
I rode out.

The post has orders

to deliver a patrol to you
any time you want.

Oh, not yet,
I haven't heard from Jim.

We go riding into Grimm's place
at the wrong time,

it could be very bad for him.

I don't know what kind
of a fix he's in.

So, what are you going to do?

Try reading a good book.

Attention!

The day is almost at hand.

Doomsday will come!

Tonight, two more scouts

will leave the post
at midnight.

I call for volunteers.

I volunteer, sir.

Commendable, Private,
but premature.

I volunteer, sir!

And I, sir.

Very good.

The two of you
will report to me

immediately after this
exercise is concluded

for further instructions.

And now Private West.

Yes, sir?

You are our newest recruit.

You have not had
the intensive training

and instruction
I've given the others.

It would be military folly

to allow you to accompany us
if you're unqualified.

You'll be given
the opportunity now

to prove whether
you are fit

to join our ranks.

And the rest of you-

however long this
demonstration continues,

I want you to examine
your own skills.

Ask yourself if you're prepared.

Not only in the standard forms
of military close combat...

but to expect

the unexpected!

Enough!

Private West,
you're accepted.

You did unexpectedly well,
Private.

Thank you, sir.

My doctrine is quite simple.

Strategy and tactics
are... nonsense.

All that really matters

is the superiority
of soldier over soldier

in close, personal combat,
with the element of surprise.

An interesting doctrine, sir.

Perhaps after we've taken over,

I'll have the leisure
for a... a passage

at arms with you.

You'll find it
quite instructive.

I think he's
really quite mad.

Why the dress
and the Cavalry uniform?

Well, we're a Cavalry trooper
and his wife, transferred.

We're to penetrate
the fort at Gold Town,

establish ourselves
and wait for the signal.

What kind of signal?

I don't know.

Well, what happens
when you get the signal?

We set off an explosion-
blow up the munitions depot.

But nobody knows when,
except the general.

How many have gone out
before you?

Oh, perhaps a hundred.

Do you know where
they are now?

No.

There's a railroad siding
six miles outside of Mars.

I want you
to go there.

I'll try.

There's a private railroad car-

a friend of mine
named Artemus Gordon.

Tell him
everything you know.

What about the trooper?

He'll take care of the trooper.

Jenny, come on.

We're leaving in an hour.

I'll get him out.

Private.

You should be
in the canteen.

I didn't know.

You're supposed to be
enjoying yourself.

Is that an order?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

That's not
very military!

You said enjoy yourself.

This is not according
to the Blue Manual.

What do I get, 50 lashes?

Oh... about your
punishment-

uh, we'll discuss
that later.

Be my pleasure, Sergeant.

Who are you?

A friend
of your fiancée's.

I shouldn't have written.

But I wanted to tell her
how great...

how great it would be
when we took over.

What's Grimm's plan?

How does he plan
to take over?

You have no right
asking that question.

He leads, we follow.

His word is final.

You ought to know,
you're one of us.

Or are you?

Maybe he was right.

My letter did fall
into the wrong hands-

the government!

If you don't keep
your voice down,

we'll never get out of here.

He was right.

She showed it to you
and you're not one of us.

You're here to spy on us!

Spy! Help! Traitor!

Spy!

Traitor!

Spy!

Traitor!

Private, what is
the meaning of this?

I heard groaning, sir.

He was crying,
"Spy, traitor."

Thought he needed help.

Uh, he must be delirious,
out of his head.

Was.

He's dead, sir.

Pick a burial detail.

And henceforth,
Private,

leave things
as you find them.

Yes, sir.

Well, this
has spoiled

the evening's
entertainment.

You will leave
immediately.

General.

That's the man, General.

He's a Secret Service agent.

Well, that explains
a good deal.

There's no question.

I said I never would
forget his face.

That is him.

Let's give Private West
his head a bit.

We'll find out
what he's about,

who his friends are,

what information
they may have.

It might be very helpful.

Presently... he will die.

Oh, Mr. Gordon?

Yes.

Oh, how do you do?

How do you do?

Uh... I'm afraid
you have the advantage of me,

Miss, uh...

Oh, this is George.

Uh, I'm Jenny.

We're very informal
here in the West.

Oh, yes, of course.

Won't you come in?

Uh, thank you.

Uh, Artemus Gordon

is our general's
head of intelligence.

I have a message
for you, Mr. Gordon.

Oh, really?

From the, uh,
general?

But straight
from the general.

Why, George!

You shut it.

General Grimm has
no head of intelligence.

He does it all himself.

We should have figured
about you.

You and that dirt, Talbot.

You don't fall in love
with a man like Talbot.

Not in General
Grimm's army.

All right, spill out
who you are, mister.

Well, of course,

that's, uh, easy
enough to explain.

Start explaining, mister.

Oh, I'd be glad to.

Now, if you'd just turn
your head a little to the right

and lower your
eyes somewhat.

Tell me
what you see.

Them pistols.

Well, "them pistols" are loaded
with real, live bullets.

So what?

So, they're pointed
right at you,

and I suggest you put
your gun up, trooper.

That's big talk.

They're over here
and you're over there.

All I do is pull
this trigger once

and you never get
to those pistols.

Oh, brilliant
deduction, trooper,

except that I don't have
to get from here to there.

Watch.

Now, in the same way

that I was able to point
those guns at you,

I can fire them.

And if, for any reason,

my foot leaves
this button-

such as your shooting
me, for instance-

you'll be blasted
right out that window.

Now, you going
to be a hero

and take all six bullets
from each pistol?

Or do you want to hand me
that gun butt-end first?

That's clear
thinking, trooper.

Come over
here, Jenny.

Now, you point that
gun right at him,

and if he so much
as blinks wrong...

shoot him.

Now, what about Jim West?

He's waiting
for doomsday.

It's serious.

There's a man at the fort
who can identify him.

It's only a matter of time.

If the general finds out,

he'll toy with him for a while
and then kill him.

Well, I've got other ideas
about that, Jenny.

Now, you keep
the trooper here company.

I'll send word
for your relief.

Right now I have to
keep another appointment

for somebody else's
doomsday.

So long, trooper.

♪ Ha-ha-ha, you and me ♪

♪ Little brown jug,
how I love thee! ♪

♪ Ha-ha-ha, you and me ♪

♪ Little brown jug,
how I love thee! ♪

When the right
flank was turned,

all he had to do was drive
through their center,

and split them in two.

He still took quite a risk, sir.

Risk, you say?

Ridiculous.

When your individual soldier

is superior to the enemy's
individual soldier, the outcome

is a foregone
conclusion.

There's still something
to be said

for conventional tactics
and strategy.

Individual
close combat,

aided by subterfuge,
that is the...

He rode up to
the front gate

and demanded to
see you, General.

Colonel Cross
at your service, sir.

And just who is Colonel Cross?

A soldier
for the truth-

at the moment
without a leader.

You mean you're from
an organization like this?

Correct, Private.

We were the Patriots.

General G.M. Wilson commanding.

Operating
out of the Black Hills.

And what brings you here,
Colonel Cross?

We were attacked
by Indians.

Only two of us
managed to escape.

I left the other man
in Kansas.

This afternoon I met
a cavalryman and his wife.

They saw my uniform
and questioned me.

Suggested finally that I might
be of some service to you here.

So you want to join us.

I have never heard of...
Colonel Cross.

Secrecy is our greatest
advantage.

Isn't it, General?

What is the creed
of the Patriots, Colonel?

Keep this great nation pure.

See to it that power
always belongs

to the right
kind of people.

Obey with courage
and without question.

We were just speaking
about bold thinking

and bravery,
weren't we, Private?

Yes, sir.

Let us see, Colonel,
just how much

you believe
in what you say.

Give this man your revolver.

Against that wall
you will find an ax.

You will hold that ax
at five paces,

in front of your face,
the blade outward

and vertical.

You, Private...
will fire one shot.

If it hits
the blade properly,

the bullet will be split

and will pass on either side
of the colonel's head.

You will wait for my command.

Fire!

Let us drink to Colonel Cross!

Victory!

Thank you very much, thank you.

I have to see you.

Nothing to it, Private.

Glad you're a fair shot.

Colonel, that was
the bravest,

coolest thing I've
ever seen in my life.

Well, thank you very much,
uh... Sergeant.

Uh... very kind of you.

And I think such bravery
should be rewarded.

Well, I would...

Oh, I've never kissed
a colonel before.

That's all right,

I've never kissed
a soldier before.

Oh, well, you're not
going to let rank

stand in your way?

Well, I'm afraid I must.

Ten-hut!

Beer, Colonel?

Well, thank you,
Private.

You've got a pretty fair
steady hand there.

"Patriots."

Where'd you dream
that one up?

Well, what could
I call them?

The Traitors?

We know the general is
infiltrating army posts.

Forged papers for
a replacement and his wife.

We got to find out
which ones

and when they plan
to attack.

He's planning
to overthrow

the entire United States
Army in the Southwest.

Wait a minute,
then follow me.

These are the forged
papers, all right.

Here's one for the arsenal
at Coulterville.

Another one...

another one for the
remount depot at Harley.

Don't, Colonel Cross!

That's enough, Mr. West.

I've known for some time
who you are.

And this, of course,

is one of
your colleagues.

This is my associate,
Mr. Artemus Gordon.

Delighted
to meet you.

Go!

Sound the alarm!

This man is a spy.

Send a patrol after Cross.

Yes, sir.

You had me really

believing you...

that you were
one of us.

But you lied... and that hurts
worse than the truth.

Private West...

you will be executed at dawn
by a firing squad.

Squad... halt!

About face!

Read the charges.

"Private James West,

"you have been
accused

"of the crime
of espionage.

The finding of the
court is guilty."

Proceed!

Kneeling
positions!

Ready...

Sergeant?

Am I allowed a last request?

Perhaps.

If it's reasonable
and quick.

A smoke, perhaps?

Very well.

My hands, please.

Easy.

At least your hands
are steady.

Match?

Close the gates!

Search all
the buildings!

Cover everything!

Come on,
get the gates!

There he goes!

Come on, get him!

Alert the guard
at the gate!

After the slight
postponement,

the execution
will continue.

General Grimm.

Be brief.

Does your unit know
that they've lost

secrecy?

That my colleague
is riding

into army posts
right now

to warn them?

Silence!

No, let him continue.

I didn't tell them,
Private,

because your friend...

does not know
our plans.

He doesn't know
what posts to warn.

How about Gold Town?

The arsenal?

The remount
station?

Among others.

But he doesn't know
when we strike.

Dawn.

The day after tomorrow.

Granted, you have
uncovered

a great deal
of information.

But neither you
nor the army

know which of their men
are mine.

They don't have to know.

The cavalry will just
ride in here.

They won't wait
for you, General.

Exactly.

Leaving their post

in the hands
of but a few men,

which will make it
that much easier for us.

Nothing will
stop us now.

In the next three days,

all the power in this
part of the country

will be passed
into the hands

of the right people-
right-thinking people.

Meaning you.

Yes.

And we will begin
the establishment...

of a firm, orderly,
disciplined government.

You once said that when
your individual soldier

was superior to the enemy's,

the outcome was
a foregone conclusion.

General, I challenge you.

Under the circumstances,
out of the question.

Well, I can understand
you being careful, cautious...

afraid.

Private, if you prefer a
more painful form of execution,

stand easy.

We will begin as we are.

Whenever you're ready,
Private West.

Musk, a weapon!

Musk, a weapon!

Musk!

Now! Now!

The unexpected,
Mr. West,

to add a little spice
to the struggle.

Stiff?

Yeah.

And sore.

Why not- you covered
47 miles.

Yeah, it didn't seem
to bother the horse

as much as it did me.

Well, at least
you got the cavalry there

before Grimm's people
managed to scatter.

You know, he might have
succeeded.

Nah.

Not in
the long run.

He couldn't.

He had the opportunity
to strike,

get himself established.

Would have taken
a lot of lives

to get him rooted out.

Maybe so.

Let's go.

Yeah.

Well, ladies.

Won't you sit down,
please?

Thank you
very much,

but if it's all
the same to you,

I'll stand.

We'll be in
Carson City soon.

This was to be our big day.

Everything we'd worked
so hard for.

It was
a pretty dream.

Pretty?

You find that
hard to believe.

You're a man.

At the academy
I was somebody.

I was equal.

Now...

This is just an odd uniform.

It'll draw
stares

as I get
off the train,

and I'm...
just a woman.

Equality or not,
don't belittle it.

No, indeed.

Fortunately,
General Grimm made

very complete
preparations

for me to become
a cavalryman's wife.

Oh!

Have you got
any rouge?

Yes.

How much time

before we get
into Carson City?

Oh, about half an hour, maybe.

Half an hour?

Oh, I'll never
be ready.

On your way,
gentlemen.

This is women's
work.

What else have
you got?

So much for equality.

Feminine equality.

It's ridiculous.

That man Grimm
must have been insane.