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Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, there's
perils out there.

Wouldn't surprise me
a particle

if we was all swept
to perdition

before this
night's over.

What sort of perils,
Mister...?

Glover.

Will Glover.

There's some things that
are better not spoke of.

Really?

There's strange things
going on up in them hills.

Unnatural things.

Forces is stirring like
a man's never seen before.

If you don't mind, Mr.
Glover, can't we find

something else
to talk about?

I'm nervous enough
as it is,

what with
a broken axle

and being
three hours late.

I think she's
quite right.

We're all a...
a trifle on edge.

Maybe if we
introduced ourselves

we could find a more pleasant
subject to discuss.

My name is James West.

I'm a mining engineer.

Carma V�squez.

I'm an artist.

An artist?

Mucho gusto, se�orita.

I'm Barbara Bosley.

How do you do,
Mrs. Bosley?

Miss Bosley.

Forgive me.

Why?

It's not your fault.

You see, I'm
a dress designer.

And very successful.

Well, it's very nice
of you to notice.

It didn't take much effort.

Ho...!

Drop it!

Get down!

Get in!

Get in!

Ha!

They took the women.

Yeah, both of them.

Glover?

That first fireball or whatever
it was they shot at you

got him and
one of their men, too.

It's too bad- he could have
been of some use to us.

He was starting to talk
about some strange things

happening in the mountains.

You know this wasn't just
an attempt to kill us, Jim.

Why?

We're only investigating

the theft of some copper
and kerosene for the government.

But on the other hand,
they went to a lot of trouble

just to steal an artist
and a dress designer.

Put her in the cell!

We got the dressmaker for you.

Any trouble?

Trouble?

Meaning?

There was a man
in the coach with Carma.

He broke Manuel's arm.

When we tried to get him,
we burned Onofre.

You know
who he was?

I spoke to him in the coach.

He said his name was West.

What happened
to him?

We burned him!

Good.

No- no,
it is not good!

My men and I-
we have had enough.

We are finished!

What do you mean?

I mean that tonight
I lost Onofre.

Three nights ago,
with the copper ingots-

then I lost Pedro
and Gonz�lez,

and two other men
of mine injured.

And for what?!

For more money
than you have ever seen.

Any of you.

No, for nothing!

Nothing!

Always you say,
"Money, money."

All we have seen
so far is death.

Now we go.

Carma.

Stop!

No.

Nobody leaves me, V�squez.

I think we will.

You gave me your word.

I thought
you understood.

It is worthless.

Break your word with me...

and I'll bring down a vengeance
upon you and your children

and their children
after them...

to wander this earth
until the end of time.

If you think...
the dead can die again,

shoot me, V�squez.

Father, the signs are
right for success now.

It's for this
I sent you to college, eh?

So you could tell me
that everything is good

when my men are dying!

The plan is a good one,
and we are almost ready.

If we leave now,

your men have died
for nothing.

She's right,
V�squez.

We will stay.

For one week only!

V�monos.

I know my father.

You took
a desperate chance.

This is a desperate
enterprise.

Well, I meant
only to warn you.

Like the others,

my father is a very
superstitious man,

but... he is
also practical.

If you push him too far

without delivering
what you promised,

he will kill you.

I'll try to remember
that, Carma.

Yes, I think you should.

Because if you don't...

all of my work
will be useless.

John Brown and his men.

"The Lion and the Wolves."

"The Lion
and the Wolves."

Very appropriate, Carma,
very appropriate.

He still lives!

So I see.

Well, another
dead end.

We've checked
just about everybody

and everything
in this town.

We better get back
to the train and report.

Yeah.

I think this one
is going to be big trouble.

Stay close.

Hey!

I seen you around town
asking questions.

You sure took your time
about getting back here.

Oh, well,
we weren't aware

that anyone was
waiting for us.

W-w-well, I've been around here
pretty near all morning.

I got something for
you to investigate.

Hey, uh, we're
a little pressed for time.

Wait till you hear!

Sorry, some other time.

Just wait till you hear!

There's something fearsome
going on up in them mountains.

Such as?

That's where the gates
to the fiery pit is.

I seen it.

Two nights hand running,
I seen it!

The flames and the brimstone
shooting up, up to glory,

when they open them gates just a crack.

Y-y-you think
I'm flighty-minded.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Y-y-you don't believe me.

Oh, yes, yes.

I believe you.

Y-you've seen
it, too, maybe?

Such a wild story, no?

Muchachos.

All of a sudden you
make it very convincing.

Uh, your gun belts, huh?

Please?

Eh?

I'm a very lucky fellow.

I did not know

there was a man with such
wild ideas running around.

Not in here.

Outside of town.

Well, I'm convinced
we ought to take a look.

Where?

Uh, north of here,
by the old Indian burial ground.

You'll see!

I've finished them.

I suppose it's
too much to expect

that you'll let me
go now.

No.

Does that mean
you're going to kill me?

Not necessarily.

Are you satisfied
with your workmanship?

Oh, yes,
completely.

You're going
to test them, of course.

Yes, tonight.

Well, as I tell
all of my customers,

if you are
not satisfied,

you just bring them back
and I'll fix them.

I guess the only way to ensure
competent workmanship

would be for you to test them.

Well...

Perhaps you're right.

Perhaps I should
go over them again.

I thought so.

Well... he said
we might have to wait.

Jim...

That must be
20 miles from here.

We can make it by dawn.

Do you smell it?

Yeah, kerosene
and sulfur.

Sulfur's one of the main
ingredients of gunpowder.

Gunpowder
didn't do this.

I tricked him into making me
walk into the fire,

and he forgot that fire
can also be a barrier,

so I got away.

Almost.

Who did this?

My arm...

John Brown of Harpers Ferry.

He's not dead.

John Brown was hanged
by the neck

and pronounced dead
on December 2, 1859,

in the presence of witnesses.

Can't help that.

I saw him.

I talked
to him.

Ooh... ow!

The idea that
he can still be alive

is absolutely incredible.

I'm sorry, uh...

Would you mind
helping me, please?

Uh... not at all.

The idea of someone
walking through fire

in an asbestos suit,

of being shot with a Sioux arrow
in Blackfoot territory-

that's
incredible, too,

but we do know it happened.

Now, is there anything else
you can tell us?

He has a big fort, compound
or whatever you call it.

He calls it
Harpers Ferry.

It's full of the worst
riffraff I've ever seen-

renegades from Mexico, Canada,
river pirates, even Indians.

They all look like they'd
cut your throat for a nickel.

Where is this fort?

Oh, I don't know.

After we left
the girl's place,

they blindfolded me.

What girl?

The one who was
traveling with us.

She's part
of the whole scheme.

We stopped at her cabin
to rest and to eat.

And you don't know where
that cabin is either, hmm?

Yes, I do.

It's in the foothills
this side of the mountains.

It's just below
a little hill

that looks exactly
like a ruffled bonnet.

Oh, now, there's a
description that can't miss.

We started out to investigate

the theft of copper and kerosene
from government stores.

We found murder, fire...
and John Brown.

I'm willing to bet they're
all related in some way.

This looks atrocious.

Sorry.

A sling wasn't meant
to look stylish.

Well, mine will be the first
stylish sling in history,

even if I have
to hang lace on it.

Excuse me.

Well, Jim, we've still got
three leads in that case-

the girl, the copper
and the kerosene.

Which means we have
three separate ways to go.

Mm-hmm.

I'll take the girl.

Leaving the copper
and the kerosene.

Well, take your pick.

You're too good
to me.

Artemus, at least I'm giving
you a choice, aren't I?

Yeah, between copper
ingots and kerosene-

it's hard to choose between
two such exciting subjects.

I'll take the kerosene.

And since we're going to be
separated, dear friend...

in case I have to
pick up your trail later.

Thanks.

Artemus, don't have too
much fun while I'm gone.

Howdy!

Hello!

What are you
doing here?

I want to talk with you, Carma.

Ah, you remembered.

How could I forget?

Come ahead.

Well, Mr. West.

And you remembered.

I'm an artist.

I could never forget
the name of a man

who has a face
as interesting as yours.

Thank you.

It's very good.

I did it
from memory.

I like women
with good memories,

among other things.

I remembered
every line...

every feature.

You know,
I was very glad

to hear that you
were still alive.

But it's just...

just going to make this
all the more difficult.

My father would be
ashamed of me.

And I'm very ashamed
of you.

Now, what do you say
we do some serious talking?

About what?

Oh, about
dressmakers, fires

and a man
named John Brown.

You know,
I've already told you

you're... you're making
this very difficult for me.

I'm going to make it
a lot more difficult for you

if you don't tell me
about John Brown.

Why are you
so interested in him?

It's a personal matter.

All right.

John Brown has gathered
all the outlaws

in this part
of the continent-

my father and
his men from Mexico,

Jean Corv�e from Canada

and a number of others,

including what's left
of the Comancheros.

And they've all
agreed to join us,

and they're going
to be here tonight.

And what's the reason
for all this?

Oh, the reason.

John Brown is going to attack
and destroy the army in the West.

And when he's succeeded
in doing that,

he's going to seize
and loot major cities.

John Brown's dead.

I know.

That's what makes it
so impressive.

You see, most of the men,
including my father,

are very uneducated and
terribly superstitious.

They all believe that...

that John Brown has
come back from the dead.

Is that
what you believe?

No.

No, I don't think
so, not really.

But it doesn't matter,

because when
all this is over,

I'm going
to be very rich

and very,
very famous.

You see how much easier
it is when you try?

Now, is there anything else
you'd like to tell me?

Like the way
to Harpers Ferry?

Oh, no, I'm not going
to tell you anything.

Hmm...

Oh, but there is something
I want to show you.

Come on.

You just come right
over here and sit down,

and I'll show you
something.

It'll only take
a moment.

Any little movement
upsets them,

and they're already
very irritated.

I'm going to
Harpers Ferry now.

I'll send somebody later,
though, to...

to remove you afterwards.

Do try not to move
as long as you can.

Good-bye, James West.

You know, it's a shame.

Under other circumstances,

we might have been
very good for each other.

Are you prepared
to join with me?

Are you prepared to strike-
to strike a blow so vast,

the world cannot conceive
of it or prepare for it?

Are you prepared
because they are the sheep

and you are the wolves?

Are you prepared to kill,
to strike, to burn-

to grab the power of an empire
in your hands?

Are you prepared to unloose
the power that I can give you?

Are you prepared?

Are you prepared?

You don't belong here.

I might.

Door was open.

Not alive you don't.

Not here.

We'll dump him
in the river.

Come on.

I'm afraid I can't.

I think I should
warn you-

The place is full
of rattlesnakes.

I don't see no snakes.

All right, have it your way.

But when your tongue starts
swelling up

and your breath comes short
and you begin turning blue

and your eyes start
glazing over,

I hope you look
at one another and think,

"He tried to do the fair
and decent thing."

They're right at your feet.

See for yourself.

You may
leave him.

Welcome to
Harpers Ferry.

You'd be
James West.

And you're going to try
and tell me you're John Brown.

I am.

If the real John Brown
had lived,

he'd be almost
75 years old by now.

I ask you, how can
a man age after he's dead?

John Brown was hanged
by the neck at age 59.

My guess is you're
no more than 40.

And yet I am John Brown.

Mr. Brown,
could you please turn

a little more
that way?

Of course.

I believe
you two have met.

I'm getting to know
Carma quite well...

and her
playmates.

I hope that you
didn't harm them.

Oh, they were quite cozy
when I left.

You planned this whole thing,
didn't you?

Oh, what do you mean?

You deliberately let me trap you

so that you
could get away

and follow
me here.

Well, you weren't
very cooperative

in giving directions.

John Brown was never noted for
his interest in feminine beauty,

convincing proof
that you're an impostor.

Thank you.

That's a very
delicate compliment.

I chose Carma
for other talents.

She's a superb
artist.

She has made
sketches

of every move,
every incident,

every episode
since we began.

When my mission
has been completed,

from these sketches
Carma will prepare

a series
of engravings

to tell
the whole story.

Possibly you might become a part
of that record, Mr. West-

uh, a plate or two.

The caption:

"Death of a Secret
Service agent."

I might be able to make

a more exciting contribution
to your book.

Its ending, sir.

No such hope,
Mr. West.

I anticipate a very important
use for you presently,

after which you'll be unable to
make any further contribution.

You see, Mr. West, I am
assembling an army of crime-

desperate men, scum and
leaving of an entire continent.

You might possibly have
some early success,

but you'll never be successful
in holding them together,

and the army will defeat you

in the end.

I have a weapon,

one that I created
and built with my own hands.

With it, I will lead
my men to victory

and plunder
beyond calculation.

It is a weapon of destruction

such as the world
has never seen.

And I want you to know

that I consider this an outrage,
you scalawags and pirates

taking a man's
personal property.

And I have... I have
friends in high places

that will be
very happy to...

Inside!

Is that where I register
me complaint?

The governor's a personal
friend of mine, I tell you.

You'll hear...

Who are you?

And what is the idea
of interfering

in me personal
business affairs

and... and
bringing me here?

What is your name?

I got a card here
somewhere, sir.

P. McGuffy,
peddler at large.

Mr. Brown, there's
something about him.

Well, I should hope...

V�squez, what's
he carrying?

Uh, whiskey.

Whiskey, the best,
the very best.

You're a smuggler.

Well, I...
I wouldn't say that.

No, sir,
I'm a reformer,

bringing blessed relief

at the risk of me
own life and limb

to the poor,
parched heathen

denied the conciliation
of the distiller's art

by an unjust
and unnatural law.

I have seen m...

Are you
in charge here?

You might say so.

Well...

Now, I got

a little proposition
I'd like to make to you.

You give me a little
corner here somewheres,

someplace out of the sun,
you know,

and a couple of sawhorses
and a cup,

and I'll cut you in
for 10% of the profits.

You're drunk.

Well, now, I-I-I'm
a little tiddly.

Yes, I am, I am.

I have been and I will
continue to be so-

as proof to me customers

of me unwavering faith
in me own wares.

I will not have
drunkenness among my men.

Oh, well...

I'll get rid
of your whiskey.

Oh, no, sir, now,
wait a minute here!

Hey, no!

I-I-I'll give you 20%,
not a penny more!

You're an
unfeeling monster!

I know I've seen
this man before.

Well, considering some
of the places I frequent, lady,

that's a very
compromising remark.

Where, Carma?

I don't know, but...
but it's the eyes,

the general
facial structure.

I-I know he didn't
have a beard.

Well, I didn't, huh?

Go ahead, young lass,
tug away, tug away.

There, you see?

McGuffy I was
and McGuffy I remain.

It's possible
you're mistaken.

Let him refresh
himself,

but keep your eye on him
till he leaves.

No.

No, I know
I'm not wrong,

and it wasn't
long ago...

The ear.

The ear is
the one feature

that you can't
change or disguise.

Yes.

Yes, it was on
the stagecoach,

and... and he was
the shotgun rider.

Ha!

Why, she's even more
tiddly than I am.

Lock him up.

Uh, now, wait...

Come on.

Just wait now.

Now, now, you're making
a terrible error,

the both of youse.

This is an outrage, I tell you.

Get your hands off of me!

I'll take youse on
one at a time.

I tell you,
you're making an error,

you pirates, thieves
and scalawags!

Me congressman
will hear of this.

Don't think
that he won't!

And if you think you
can get away with it,

you're very much mis...

Hello, Artemus.

Jim.

Hello.

How'd they
find you out?

Oh... oh, it was
that girl.

She recognized my ear.

Can you imagine?

I've never seen such
powers of observation.

She's an artist.

Some artist.

Almost pulled off my skin
along with the beard.

Say, that powerfully
built man-

is, uh, that the one

who's passing himself
off as John Brown?

And he's making it stick.

He's assembled
half the criminals

in this part of the country.

Claims he's got some
new kind of secret weapon.

Ah, I've seen sketches of it.

It's a cannon.

Only not like any cannon I've
ever seen before in my life-

it's a wicked-looking thing.

I guess we'll just have
to wait until dark.

Luis V�squez, bring your men up
here, against Dutchman's Creek.

At the same time, Rafferty's
river pirates will strike here,

Billy Mord's Comancheros
here, here and here.

In a week, this entire part
of the West will be in flames.

It is then that
the various units of the army

will move against you.

That is when you'll have
to hold your men together

with an iron hand
and have faith in my power.

For you'll have
to fall back, retreat,

luring the army with you.

And when you come
to this spot...

and all the various units of
the army have come together,

I will destroy
them for you.

I-I think, uh,

that, uh, we had better
wait a little.

I figured there'd be
an objection from you, V�squez.

We have not yet enough men.

It is too great a risk.

Are you afraid?

S�, I am.

And all the rest of you
should be, too, huh?

Ah, from one time
or another

we have all had
a brush with the army.

It is not a light thing.

Huh?

We must take
it seriously.

Now, Mr. Brown, he wants us
to lure the army here, huh?

Which we can do.

But when this happens,

it means that
everyone will be here

in the same place.

Now, it seems to me

that it is
a delicate question

as to who is
in the trap-

us or the army.

Gentlemen,

you have seen
the things I can do.

Oh, s�, I... I have seen you
walk in the fire.

It is very impressive, huh?

But that is
not enough.

I can kill any number
of soldiers.

So you have said, over and over.

You have seen the weapon that
I created with my own hands.

You, V�squez!

I've taught you to fire it.

S�, I have fired it
at the ground, at the air,

but that does not mean
that it will be

of some use
against the army.

Very well.

I will destroy
a unit of the cavalry.

Will that satisfy you?

S�.

If your cannon
can do that,

we will follow you
wherever you lead.

It's got to be
over there.

If we can get in there,
I can dismantle part of that.

�C�mo est�n,
muchachos?

Not a chance.

Hold it!

I call on you to surrender.

You don't stand a chance.

He's gone to bring back
the cavalry.

Of course.

Why do you think
I let him escape?

Se�or V�squez.

Prepare it.

My own invention,
Mr. West,

created and built
with my own hands.

Interesting.

Perhaps very destructive.

But cavalry have charged
cannon before and taken them.

You've heard of a place
called Balaclava.

That was
ordinary cannon,

but I can assure
you, Mr. West,

that this is
most uncommon.

We'll fire
one round for range.

Se�or V�squez.

Are you ready?

S�.

Cavalry will charge directly
through that draw for the gate.

Watch the base of the hill
to the right.

Perhaps your confidence
has been burned away

as well, Mr. West.

The cavalry is on its way.

When I have
destroyed them,

you will have outlived
your usefulness.

Should I smile?

I'm afraid
it would be out of place.

Is it really necessary,
Mr. Brown, this way?

Yes.

But surely you...

I must make sure
that the cavalry

charges directly
toward that gate,

which they will do in
hopes of rescuing Mr. West.

Just out of curiosity,
who are you?

What's your real name?

I've told you.

John Brown.

John Obediah Brown.

My father named me
after his brother,

the legendary
John Brown,

the one everybody
thinks of

when they hear
of the name.

Consider, Mr. West,

what it's like
to live in a shadow,

to be a shadow
of yourself.

Whenever you
give the name,

everyone thinks
of someone else.

Change your name.

My uncle is a legend.

But I'm going to accomplish
greater things than he did.

The sketches and engravings
Carma has prepared

will be made
into a book,

and it'll be entitled

The True Exploits
of the Second John Brown.

You see,
I, too, will become legendary,

and the name will live
because of what I have done.

You'll fail, of course.

You realize that.

My uncle failed.

Success or failure
doesn't matter;

destruction can be
an end in itself.

The size of the deed and
the name are all that matter.

Guard.

Search him out, find him!

Hurry up, find him!

V�squez!

West!

Sorry we were so late
getting here, Jim.

It was the best
thing, Artemus.

If you'd been here
any earlier,

you might have been
incinerated like he was.

That's an ugly way
to die, huh?

Can you think
of a pleasant way?

Carma, that dress is
hopelessly out of style.

But I have a dress

that will look
ravishing on you.

Jim... if we bring
Carma to trial,

it'll just result

in a lot of sensationalism
and adverse publicity

that'll be
all out of proportion,

don't you think?

I agree with you.

That means
you're free to go.

Thank you.

What about my father?

We'll have
to hold him

in case the Mexican authorities
want to extradite him.

May I... keep
my sketchbooks?

No, I'm afraid not.

We can't let them out.

No, I suppose not.

Now no one will ever
believe me, and...

and I might have been
another Boswell or Audubon.

Carma, come on.

Let's try on that dress.

Good-bye, Mr. West.

Good-bye.

Mr. Gordon.

May I see you
off the train?

I was hoping
you'd ask.

I have a number
of regrets-

one most of all.

Good-bye, James West.