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Don't worry about it, Henrietta.

It's not yours anyway.

...robbed.

Stagecoach
drivers murdered!

Fortunes whisked out
of express boxes

and bank vaults!

And the law
terrorized, helpless.

What I am talking about,
sisters and brothers, is sin!

Red, naked and ugly!

Shameful sin,

the kind that each
and every one of you

is steeped in.

That man up there
with the bottle,

you're pouring sin
down your gullet.

You're putting Satan
right in your spleen.

I know there's
another one up here.

That is the closest
you're going

to get to heaven, brother.

I tell you, you have
tempted the devil,

and he has responded!

He is playing your game!

You, brother, you know
the things you hear.

Over half a million dollars
in government money stolen

in the last two weeks
and no clue to the perpetrators.

And those who dare investigate
are killed!

Murdered in their beds!

Their very beds!

Oh, the shame of it!

The agony you people
in this town must bear.

For all the story,

the whole scandalous,
shameful story

of what your sins
have brought to your city,

you come to my meeting
tomorrow morning.

I've got full details
right here in the handbills.

There you are, sister.

There you are, brother.

Be sure to read that.

There you go, brother.

There's one for you,
too, brother.

And you, sister.

Thank you, very much.

One for you, brother.

There you are, brother.
Read that.

That'll be sure to do you
a lot of good.

There you are, brother.
One for you, too.

Now don't go away.
Please, don't go away, folks!

Hand that out to your other
brethren and sistren, will you?

I got a little more
for you here.

What I got now,
a little entertainment.

For those of you who have dared

to brave the dangers
of this night,

I would like to sing
my own original composition

entitled "Never Make Friends
with The Devil, Brother:

His Pitchfork Will Get You
in the End."

♪ Never make friends
with the devil, brother... ♪

Please, please,
Miss McCoy,

now I have told
you 100 times.

As soon as any messages
arrive from the prison,

I will deliver them
to you personally.

You're sure nothing
has come for me?

Positively.

Now if you'll
excuse me, miss,

this gentleman
is waiting.

Yes, sir?

Hi. My name
is Charles Lane.

I believe I have
a reservation.

Oh, Mr. Lane!
Well, you're the man

from the Bureau
of Prisons.

That's right.

Well, how do you do?

I'm pleased
to meet you.

We've been expecting you, sir.

Now, you're in room 207,

and there's a message
for you here

from Warden Ragan
out at the prison.

I guess he heard
that you were coming.

I guess.

Oh, uh, we'll get your
bags sent right up, sir.

Careful, gently.

Easy.

Oh, watch it.

Be sure it's centered.

We want it right
down the middle.

There it is.

Watch it.

Easy.

I couldn't find
the bellboy,

so I brought it up.

Uh-oh.

I'm afraid our maid
drinks a little,

but it's a very comfortable bed,
Mr. Lane.

I'm sure you'll sleep soundly.

Mm. Now, there are towels in the dresser.

Bath down the hall.

Anything else we can do?
We aim to please.

No, everything's fine.

Here, thank you.

Ooh, well, my
great pleasure.

H-Happy dreams.

Mm-hmm.

Yes?

It's Jennifer McCoy,
Mr. Lane.

I'm your neighbor
from across the hall.

You're my neighbor
from across the hall?

That's right.

At my last hotel,

my neighbors were
three cattle buyers,

all of whom snored.

May I come in?

Can you come in?

By all means.
I insist.

Please, please, come in.

I hope you don't think
I'm prying, Mr. Lane,

but I overheard
the desk clerk call you

"the man from
the Bureau of Prisons.

It's very difficult
to keep a secret.

Are you?

Am I? Am I what?

From the Bureau
of Prisons?

That's right.

I'm an inspector.

Oh. Then perhaps
you can help me.

You see, my poor,
darling uncle,

my only living relative,
the only person left to me,

my own blood kin...

Very clear. Your uncle.

I'm with you so far.

You see, I only have
a day and a half left,

and then...

And then?

And then...

Oh, oh, the poor,
dear, misunderstood man.

The cruelty of it all!

Is there no justice?

No humanity?!

No drama critic?

What?

You are laying it on
a little thick, lady.

Well, now you see

why I can't get out
of the chorus.

I'm a lousy actress.

I'll have to go along
with that.

But I do need help.

For your poor,
misunderstood uncle, right?

Not exactly.

You see, he will be
hanged tomorrow,

but if anybody ever
deserved it, he does.

He's a murderer.

The only trouble is,
my father left me

a good deal of money
in my uncle's keeping,

and the rat won't tell me
where it is.

And you want me to find out?

Well, you're from
the Bureau of Prisons.

You could make him talk.

It's a little difficult
to put pressure

on a condemned man.

There's so little
to threaten him with.

Mr. Lane, I've been
in the chorus for seven years.

It's the worst kind of life
there is,

and that money
is my chance to get out,

to do something with myself.

Now, please, help me.

Oh, what would you like me
to do, torture it out of him?

I wouldn't have suggested that,
but since...

Forget it, lady.

You've got the wrong man.

You're just like
the rest of them, aren't you?

"You scratch my back,
and I'll scratch yours."

My back isn't itching.

That money is mine.

Why won't he give it to me?

That's a good question,

and I suggest
that you ask the warden.

Oh, I already did that when
I saw my uncle this morning.

He said he
couldn't help me.

Now what should I do?

Hmm. Well, you could
think of a way

of getting along
without the money.

You see, I am
just a plain,

garden variety
prison inspector.

What? But... Mr. Lane...
No pull, no influence.

You'll have to find
someone else

to help you
with your uncle.

Mr. Lane, you... Good-bye, Miss... Miss...

McCoy!

Hmm.

I was better
with the cattle buyers.

Mr. Lane!

Surprised to see me?

Oh, well, no. It's just...
you-you just went up,

and to see you
coming down so soon...

Mm. I'm the
restless type.

It didn't work.

He's still alive.

They'll pay for their failure.

Now you do the job.

And if you fail...

Oh, I-I won't fail.
I won't fail.

Don't.

Lane will die.

Evening, brother.

How are things?

Brother.

Yes, it's good
to see all so happy.

Evening, brother.

What's the matter,
preacher?

Oh, no, it's impossible.

What's impossible?

What happened
to Jack Chancery?

The killer?
He was hanged.

That's right, he was hanged.

They even had photographs
of the hanging, right?

Right.

He's dead.

He just walked down the street.

Dead men don't
walk down streets.

I certainly hope not.

Speaking of the dead,
you've got it easy.

That street preaching
is at least safe.

I've been here
less than an hour,

and someone's tried to
kill me twice already.

Well, they failed, I hope.

Barely.

Mm. Any leads?

None.
What about you?

No, nothing yet.

Everyone's too terrified.

The town doesn't
even want to talk.

You are to blame, sir.

You and every mortal man
born in original sin.

I warn you,
mend your ways, sir.

Mend your ways
or woe be unto you.

Woe, oh, woe be unto you.

I see that you're wearing
my little gadget.

That's very smart.

Yeah, if it works,
it's smart.

You were saying?

Criminal element around here
doesn't know anything about it.

I'll stake my life on that.

There's one thing.

For appearance sakes, I'm going
to have to go out to the prison.

The warden has sent me a note
saying that the place was mine.

How nice.

Just what you've always wanted-
a prison of your own.

Mm.
Oh, there's a girl.

Of course.

Her name is Jennifer McCoy.

For some reason, I feel
she's involved in this.

You keep an eye on her.

Just an eye?

I have so much more to offer.

Happy sermons, preacher.

Yes, you ought to listen
to one of my sermons.

It wouldn't help.

It wouldn't hurt.

That's a good one.

Hey, did you
get that one, honey?

I don't... oh,
you devil, you.

Hey, Kitten, Kitten.

Aw, that's great.

Oh, you boys.

Marvelous.

Fine year,
fine year.

What are you boys
so happy about?

Why shouldn't
we be happy?

Everything went well, huh? That's right.

Well, I'm glad
you think so.

The boss doesn't.

Come on, he's waiting
to see you.

Come on. What do you mean, "waiting"?

When I say "come on,"
I mean come on.

Mr. Lane?

Mr. Lane, are
you all right?

Mr. Lane, are
you in there?!

Mr. Lane?!

Mr. Lane, wake up!

Mr. Lane?

Are you all right?

Mr. Lane?

Mr. Lane.

Oh, what a stupid
thing to do.

Going to sleep with the gas
turned on and the flame out.

You see anyone around
my room since I left?

No.

Maybe the desk clerk.

Nobody.

I owe you one.

Well, you can show me
your gratitude by...

I know, by seeing
your uncle.

All right.

You've earned it.

Oh!

You darling, darling man.

Oh, you've noticed.

By saving my life,

you may have caused
trouble for yourself.

What kind of trouble?

I don't know,

but if anything happens
and I'm not around,

go see the street preacher.

Street preacher?
What can he do?

You'd be surprised what this
particular preacher can do.

Visiting day's at the end
of the month, mister.

How sociable.

Oh, Inspector Lane.

We've been waiting for you.

Gonna look us over, huh?

I hope it doesn't
inconvenience you.

Well, if you've been
in this business awhile,

you're in for a few surprises.

Warden Ragan's got
a lot of funny ideas.

Come on this way,
Inspector.

Open up.
Inspector Lane.

Excuse me, Warden Ragan, sir.

This is Inspector Lane
from Territorial Prison.

Mr. Lane, it's a pleasure
to have you here.

It's my pleasure, Warden.

Thank you, Chief.

Yes, sir.

I find that painting

has a therapeutic
effect on my prisoners.

It's part of my rehabilitation program.

Hey, Warden.

Yes, Mr. Poindexter?

What do you think,

maybe just a little bit
too much puce in the landscape?

Well, perhaps.

Maybe you could use
just a touch of, uh...

cadmium yellow.

Gee, thanks, Warden.

Why didn't I think of that?

Uh, painting makes
them forget

their personal troubles,
if you follow me.

Well, now, Mr. Lane,
what's first?

I'm interested in
seeing a prisoner,

a Gideon McCoy.

Oh, Gideon.

Uh, poor fellow.

Uh, sad case.

So I understand,
Warden.

His, uh, his niece came
to see him yesterday.

Uh, psychologically,
one more visitor might be

just the thing
for the poor fellow.

I only wish there was more
I could do for him.

You don't have much
time left, do you?

Uh, precisely.

You see, I'm against
capital punishment.

It's, uh... it's
the tragedy of our time.

I assume that's being
built for McCoy.

On the contrary,
it's being torn down.

Our government and
what passes for its wisdom,

has developed a new means
of legal murder.

"Legal murder"?

That's all an execution is
in my opinion.

'Course you probably are
interested in the device.

Would you like to see it now?

A new instrument
for an execution's

the last thing
I'd be interested in.

But I am here to
inspect everything,

after I see McCoy.

Well, come with me.

McCoy, you got
a visitor.

Mr. Lane
from the Bureau of Prisons.

I was sent by your
niece, Jennifer.

Jennifer?

Oh.

Poor, pretty,
dear little Jennifer.

She's the last of my
blood kin that's alive.

How is she?

She's fine.

Lane, I loved her
like my own daughter.

She... she used
to call me...

"Uncle Giddy."

About the money...

What money?

The money her father
gave you to keep for her.

Well, I-I ain't got nothing.

Don't you think
I'd give it to her if I did?

They're killing me
in the morning.

I ain't got no use for it.

How long have you
been here, Mr. McCoy?

Three months.
Pretty near four.

I see.

Jailer.

Listen, Lane, please.

Can't you help me?
Please, I never killed nobody!

Please, help me!

I can't do
a thing for you.

Are you satisfied?

If that man's been in there
for four months,

how do you explain
his deep suntan

and his freshly
manicured fingernails?

You seen a little
too much, mister.

Hey!

He's with McCoy!

Welcome to the club, Mr. Lane.

Look at you,
you poor man.

Sunk down in your sins.

Lost to the world.

And besides, you're going
to have a terrible hangover.

Excuse me, sir.

Well...

Yes, miss?

Are you the street preacher?

Minister to the fallen.

Uh, saver of souls,
yes, that's me.

Mr. Lane said I
should look you up

in case I needed help.

Oh, uh... yes.
Come with me, please.

You're Miss McCoy?

Jennifer McCoy.

Oh, what a lovely
name- Jennifer.

Yes, I've always been
very partial to Jennifers.

Will you help me?

For you, Jennifer,
anything.

Who do I have
to kill, huh?

How did you know?

Hmm?

How did you know?

I beg your pardon?

That man right there.

Well, I-I admit that he
doesn't look like very much,

but isn't that a little drastic?

You don't really
have to kill him.

Oh, well, that's a help.

Uh, who is he?

Mr. Scroggs.

My uncle told me
all about him.

Your uncle...?

Gideon.

Gideon McCoy.

He's going to be
executed tomorrow

at the territorial prison.

Ah, and that's
the executioner.

Just, uh, what is it you
want done with Mr. Scroggs?

Well, take him, put him
someplace and keep him there.

That way he won't be able
to show up tomorrow.

That's very sound
thinking, Miss McCoy.

But, uh, I think I may
have an even better idea.

Allow me?

Mr. B. wants to see you.

I'm not feeling
very sociable.

Up!

I wish you hadn't been
so observant of Mr. McCoy.

You're causing me
all sorts of problems.

Delighted.

I'm afraid we won't be
able to let you leave

now that you've found out

that I give
preferential treatment

to some of
my prisoners.

In exchange for a few favors.

Like robbing banks
and pay trains.

Mr. Lane, in my custody

are many of the most efficient
outlaws in the country.

It would be a shame
to let such talent

go to waste.

You know you can't get away
with it, don't you?

We have a half-million
dollars already.

In a few months,
we'll have a million.

We just divide it and
go our separate ways.

Why you telling him
all this?

Because he's
a literate man.

But I'm sure
Mr. Lane realizes

his hours in
this vale of tears

are slowly drawing
to an end.

I was wondering
when you'd get around to that.

Very soon.

But you're fortunate,

because this evening

we have some
entertainment scheduled.

Won't you join us?

Oh, I'm afraid I can't attend.

You see, my social schedule

is all...

I'm sure we can rearrange
your social calendar.

Uh, won't you join us?

Shall we go?

Move Mr. Driscoll
to the old wing.

Mr. Borg and Mr. Driscoll
bungled a small assignment

I gave them.

For that reason,

they were assigned
the first portion

of this evening's
entertainment.

Mr. Borg, you are restored
to your former rights

and privileges.

Thank you, Warden.

Mr. Lane, after you.

Way to go, Borg.

It was really
a good fight.

Thank you.

Uncouth...

a bit brutal perhaps.

Mr. Quincannon.

Will you step
into the ring

and strip
down, please?

He's quite a sight,
isn't he?

He's what I'd
call husky, yeah.

Mr. West...

you have many enemies.

Quite a few of them
ended up here.

Shall we make them happy?

Into the ring, please.

Mr. West.

Many of you have reason
to remember the secret agent,

James West.

He happens to be here
among us this evening.

Mr. West has offered
to assist us

with this evening's
entertainment.

Kindly remove your jacket
and your shirt, Mr. West.

The rules are the same-
none at all.

Good luck to you,
Mr. West.

Boo!
Boo!

Quiet, quiet, quiet.

Quiet.

Very well done,
Mr. West.

You are formidable.

I drink a
lot of milk.

All of our victors are rewarded,

and you shall not be
an exception.

I have in mind
a signal honor.

I'll bet you have.

A very great honor.

Tomorrow morning,
our friend and companion,

Mr. Gideon McCoy is
to be executed.

Poor Gideon.
Gee, Willy.

A very great loss.

Now, why should we
lose our friend

when we have an enemy
so conveniently at hand?

And since the executioner
has never seen Mr. McCoy,

why not give him
the McCoy we choose?

The wrong McCoy.

Yeah!

Congratulations,
Mr. West.

You will be
the first man in history

to die
in the electric chair.

Yeah!

Yeah, that's it.

Yes, sir, I know a kindred soul
when I see one.

The minute
I laid eyes on you,

I said to myself,
Threadneedle,

there goes your
kind of man.

A real live wire.

You really think so?

Yes, sir.

I have...

Uh, what line did
you say you were in?

Uh... electrical research,
you might say.

Oh, a fine,
growing field.

You know, a good man could
make a real killing in that.

It's possible.

Yes. Ol' ulcer's,
doctor's best friend.

Hey, that's Lillian
Russell there.

Lillian Russell?

I don't see Lillian Russell.

Oh, no, it's
just a cowboy.

I'm sorry.

It's the lights,
you know- my eyes.

He did walk
like her, though.

Well...

here's to crime.

Oh, I'll drink to that.

You know,
it's a wonderful feeling.

A really
wonderful feeling

having a real friend...

Mr...?

What's your name?

Uh, Threadneedle.

Jeremiah P. Threadneedle.

I travel in ladies' corsets.

Travel in corsets.

Corsets, corsets.

Ah, of course you're
perfectly right, you know.

There's nothing
like friendship.

Especially for me.

People don't realize
how important my job is.

I do.

Electricity?

Great stuff, electricity.

It's got a shocking future.

Th-That's a joke.

I got it, I got it.

I'm doing scientific

research.

Do you know what I am?

I'm the first electrocutioner.

No.

I got plenty of time.

Got a very important...
pa... fro...

fr...

I'm mean, a profame...

profromis today.

Well, there's nothing
like really fine liquor, huh?

Wonderful stuff.

I could drink this stuff
all night.

I hope you'll excuse me.

I've got a pretty important
proformis myself.

From the literature
I received,

this will be quite painless,
Mr. West.

I just hate to sit while
everyone else is stand...

Get ahold of that man!

Get him!

Get him in this...

Get him in that chair.

Strap him!

Good fit, I trust?

It's a little
tight on the wrists.

Won't be for long.

He's at the front gate,
Warden.

Uh, start
the generators.

We will be the witnesses
for the government.

The government
will appreciate that.

It's very important,
Mr. West, that...

Excuse me, Mr. McCoy.

We must not confuse
the executioner.

He's here, sir.

Gag him.

Have the executioner
come in.

Running three minutes late.

Prisoner's ready.

Do your duty,
executioner.

Not without
a check first.

There's nothing as messy
as amateur work.

Well, let's
get on with it.

Oh, that's good,
that's good.

Very good.

You know, a gag won't
really be necessary.

He will not have
time to scream.

The gag is necessary.

This man was
very abusive.

Will you get on
with your duty?

Warden, I know my duty as
well as do you, believe me.

You cannot rush
these scientific matters.

They have to be handled
in the appropriate time

and appropriate...

Warden, what is the meaning
of this?

Meaning of what?
What's the matter?

Here, you see
that anode in there?

Now look at the cathode
on the other side.

You notice the two
connect...

Tell them they
make one move,

I'll fry you like
a pot of chicken.

Don't move!

Now get him out
of that chair.

Get him out!
Get him out!

What kept you so long?

Listen, you think it's
easy getting up before dawn?

Hey!

Stop!

Stop!

The generator.

No, you aren't.

My last guest room
was a dungeon.

Well, congratulations.

Then this is a step up.

Mm, considerable step.

Remember that stuff you
whipped up a few months ago?

What,
the metal solvent?

You bet I do.

I just happen
to have some.

Oh, beautiful.

James, my boy,

stone walls may
possibly a prison make,

but iron bars
not necessarily a cage.

Planning a
trip, Warden?

You astonish me, Mr. West.

Someday you must tell me
how you do it.

But not right now.

Really, you weary me.

Even if you had
executed me,

someone else would
have taken my place.

Which is exactly why
I'm taking these

pretty little green personal
belongings along with me.

Whatever happens,
I have to be on my way.

They'll get you.

I'll be dead.

Back... back.

There.

That connects
with three tons of dynamite

in the central store room.

In 20 minutes, the entire prison
will be destroyed.

With everyone in it.

Everyone.

And who's to say
that one of the bodies

that is taken out is not mine?

Then you won't
have to share

your half-million
dollars.

I'm a charitable man
except with money.

Forgive me...

but I can't tarry
with that timer on.

I'm going to
regard this

as an act of mercy...

I'm afraid I'm going to have
to delay your trip.

Turn that timer off.

I can't.

Where are the explosives?

In the central
storage room,

but we don't have time.

I'm not going to let
the men in this prison die.

You're going to take me there.

No.

All right.

We'll wait.

All right,
I'll take you there.

This is as far
as we go, gentlemen.

Look around you.

A little protection
against a mass escape.

You constantly prove
your value to me, Mr. Kross.

Put these men in a cell

and see that they
don't escape this time.

They get away again, it'll
be over my dead body.

I'm inclined
to agree with you.

I'm going into town.

You're in charge
for a short time.

I'll hold the place down.

You want to bet?

You shut up, you.

Now get moving.

You heard him, Artie.

That's what he said.
Mm-hmm.

Oh, no. Not again.

The central storeroom.

Shall we continue?

There isn't time.

Now.

And if anybody so much
as points a gun at me,

I'm going to kill you.

We'll never make it.

Not if we stand here
arguing.

Let's go.

Got about ten seconds left.

Almost enough time
to take a nap.

1,006, 1,005, 1,004, 1,003,
1,002, 1,001...

That's it.

Now we're going out
that main gate,

and if anything
goes wrong, I'm going

to blow a hole
through you.

Open the gate.

I'm taking these men
into town.

But Mr. Kross said...

I don't care
what he said!

Open the gate.

Uh, but I...

I'm the warden here.

Sound the alarm.

I'm sorry, sir.

Open the gate!

Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.

Sound the alarm!

Well, it's about time.

What are you
complaining about?

At least you got
some fresh air.

You brought the warden.
How nice.

Good evening, Warden.

Oh, shut up.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

I'm afraid I've got
some bad news for you.

Your uncle is really going
to be executed this time.

But my money!

That's what I like
about this girl-

she is filled
with compassion, Artemus.

Ah, what do you want?
Nobody's perfect.

I'm entitled to it.

I can't bear to see a woman cry.

This key... is the key to
a safety deposit 1-9-3-5.

And you'll note the name
of the bank is on the key.

Oh, you did it.

I don't want
to say anything,

but, uh, I helped.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

You're certainly
welcome.

Yes, you've made
my whole day.

Now you've got enough money
to do anything you like.

That's right,
I have...

but what I want
to do most of all

doesn't take
any money.

I refer to a
good night's sleep.

Good night, gentlemen,
and thank you.

Oh, yeah.

Good night.

Now, Artemus, you were
in that town for some time.

I'm sure if you were up
to your usual snooping,

you've got nothing
but addresses, right?

Uh, yes, as a matter
of fact I do, I do.

Let's see, now,
I have, um...

there's Tanglefoot John
at 333 East Street,

Robert Merchants;
he's drunk at 19 Oak,

Elbert P. Forthright;
he used to beat his wife,

Frank Perkins;
he drinks a lot.

Artemus.

Hmm?
Forget it.

Just trying to help,
that's all.