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I don't know who sent us
these tickets,

but whoever it was,
it was no friend.

Right.

Last one out
is a rotten egg.

Behold!

The sword of Ishtar.

To the one who wields this,
all things are possible.

Behold once more.

Noble lords,

for your astonishment,

here is King Solomon's throne.

King Solomon,

who unraveled the secrets
of the infinite,

all its joys
and all its terrors.

Is there anyone here

who would dare sit
where the mighty Solomon sat?

Who will volunteer?

Ah.

Yasine,

of the gazelle-like eyes.

It will be her lovely hand

that seeks out the lucky one.

Many are called,
but only few are chosen.

That concludes our performance
for this evening,

ladies and gentlemen,

and, uh, thank you.

That was a good act
you booked.

Where'd it go?

You tell me.
They didn't come through there.

Didn't come through there,
either.

How about this floor?

Floor's solid.
No cellar, no trapdoors.

It's just like there-

There never was anything
on the stage at all.

There was someone here,
all right.

He left his calling card.

"N.B.V.
Vicksburg, Mississippi."

Jim!

Jim!

Jim!

Jim!

Jim!

Arty?

Jim!

Arty?

Jim!

Jim!

Arty!

Whiskey, please.

And I'd like
some change too.

Thank you.

I'm looking for
a member of this club.

Yes, sir.
You give me his name,

I'll be most happy
to direct you.

I'm sorry, but the initials
will have to do.

N.B.V.

N.B.V.?

No, sir, I don't recall
any member with those initials.

Do you, Mr. Scoffield?

Are you, um,

a previous member
of this regiment, sir?

Uh, not exactly.

Our outfit exchanged shots
during the unpleasantness.

Does, uh, that qualify me?

Why not?

About those initials.

Sorry, I don't recall them
at all.

Sorry, gentlemen.
I didn't mean to jar you.

You jarred me into remembering
who N.B.V. is.

This is his saber.

I know it.

I'll return it to him.

No!

No, that won't be necessary.

If you'll direct me, I'd like
to return it personally.

You turn loose of that sword,
or you'll get cut!

Your change, sir.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

I knocked and no one answered.

My name is West.
James West.

Yes, Mr. West?

This is Live Oak Manor,
isn't it?

Live Oak?

I'm terribly sorry,
Mr. West,

but, uh,
I've never even heard of

this Live Oak place
you mentioned,

or anyone by the name of-

You'll get used to
my dear niece Amanda's

unpredictable flights of humor,
Mr. West.

Colonel Noel Bartley Vautrain.

Your servant, sir.

How good of you
to return my saber.

Is it your saber, colonel?

See for yourself.

Your saber indeed,
colonel.

You know, I have
the oddest feeling

that I've been in this house
some time before,

but I can't recall.

Perhaps a light
might help you remember.

Abu the Magnificent.

You present a problem, colonel.

I don't know whether to applaud

or sink to my knees.

No question of divinity,
Mr. West.

They are just, uh,
magician's illusions.

The art of legerdemain.

Magical diversions.

Tricks.

Most impressive.

But speaking of tricks,

don't you think it's time
Mr. Gordon reappeared?

Oh, dear me.
8:00 already?

You brought your appetite
with you, I trust?

About Mr. Gordon.

Ahh.

But here comes Amanda,

a radiantly lovely addition
to the dinner table.

We were speaking about
Mr. Gordon.

No, Mr. West.

You were.

My topic was dinner.

You will join us,
won't you?

I'm sure Mr. West can be
persuaded, colonel.

Captain Scoffield,
Mr. West.

I've met Captain Scoffield.

Aagh!

All right, captain,

that will do.

After all, if Mr. West

would rather not join us
at dinner...

What ever gave you
that idea, colonel?

Actually, I'd be delighted.

Miss Vautrain,

would you do me the honor
of joining me for dinner?

I'd be most pleased
and proud, Mr. West.

My brother's daughter,

orphaned by the war.

Quite decorative, isn't she?

Exquisite.

Fit to adorn any harem.

Ahh. There, you see?

The observant Mr. West

has penetrated
both our disguises.

Yes, Mr. West,
Yasine is willful.

Do you know that it was you

she was supposed to lead up
to King Solomon's throne?

Not your colleague Mr. Gordon.

I'm sure she must have
had some good reason

for departing the plan.

Oh, of course.

Something to do with
the chiseled cast

of your features, I think.

But the important thing is

you are finally here.

Is it? Why?

Because

for seven long years,

I have wallowed in my hate
for you.

I see.

There must be some reason
for that too.

A hint.

It was on one
of the many unimportant

little skirmish points

during the late war
between the states.

The gallant captain James West

stumbles upon a wounded soldier
in the field,

a soldier whose legs
are shattered.

Dying, actually.

So that was you.

I remember applying tourniquets,

but I never thought you'd-

That I would live?

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, I lived.

You saved my life,

but for what?

For a life sentence

in this prison on wheels!

For that,

you must pay.

That makes sense.

What is my penalty?

As you can see,

my legs are gone.

You are going
to help me recover them.

Abu the Magnificent

sees all,

knows all, tells all.

Ah,

now I see you are thinking,

"Colonel Vautrain is mad."

Aren't you?

That's right.

You are saying to yourself,

"How can one
possibly recover legs

that are gone?"

You'd get up and leave
right now except for this.

I might just know

the whereabouts
of your precious Mr. Gordon.

Am I right, sir?

You're right again.

And since you brought it up,

where is Mr. Gordon?

Why,

I can see him now.

Quick, Mr. West, follow me.

No, don't go. Please.

You'll have to excuse me.

Top of the stairs.
The door to your right.

Come, come. You mustn't
keep your friend waiting.

This is reprehensible.

He's 20 minutes late now.

Is he? Who?

If it weren't for the fact

that I've know the Maitlands
all my life,

stood up for Jack
when he was christened,

as a matter of fact,

I'd call off this business
right now.

Well, what business is it
you're talking about?

Sir, I find it difficult

to appreciate the levity
in this affair.

Now.

Here he is now.
Finally.

Gentlemen.

Sorry if I'm late,
gentlemen,

but I stopped
for a small libation.

Arty.

Sir, if you'd taken the trouble
to read the card

I gave you last night,

you'd see that my name
is Jack Maitland.

Then, perhaps you never
learned to read, sir.

Gentlemen.

You, sir.

Gentlemen,
you're both familiar

with the rules governing
an affair of honor.

You will address yourselves
to the duel until such time as-

Hold it. I just remembered

an important appointment
elsewhere.

Indeed.

Or is it, perhaps, a sudden
drop in the temperature

of your lower extremities,
country cousin?

Now, let's drop it, Maitland.

You will, of course,
apologize, sir.

I don't know what for,
but, uh, I apologize.

Unacceptable.
You insulted me last night.

You should have apologized
last night.

Stand back, gentlemen.

I'm going to stitch up a shroud
for Reuben here.

Now, let's drop it, Maitland.
Your honor's satisfied.

That's for honor, sir.
I want this bumpkin's blood.

Stand back, I say.

Now, sir,

you are about to get
your first lesson

in the use of
the weapons of defense.

That thing behind you
is an �p�e.

Pick it up.

I said,

pick it up.

Your final lesson

will be how to die
gracefully,

in style.

But first I shall give you

some of the finer points
of fencing.

Levering!

Stay where you are,
my bucko,

unless you want more
of what he got.

By glory, if you've killed
Levering, I'll-

Don't be a fool, Jack.

They have two guns.

That's right.

They have two pistols,
haven't they?

Now, there's a couple
of fine intelligent gentlemen

who know when not
to make a fuss.

Now throw down
them frog-stickers

and hand over your purses
and your pretties.

Let's not keep
the gentleman waiting.

Jack!

Heh.

You know,
it's an odd thing, Reuben.

By the way,
what is your name?

West.

James West.

How do you do, James?

As I was saying,
it's an odd thing,

but I have
this ridiculous feeling

that you and I
have done all this before.

Isn't that ridiculous?

Well,

it was fun while it lasted,
wasn't it, James?

It's not over yet.

I've gone to too much trouble
to find you.

You were trying

to find me?

So the weary wayworn wanderer

is returned.

Pleasant trip?

Trip?

Where do you think
I've been?

On a junket through time.

Backwards into the past.
Ahead into the future.

You tell me.

Oh.

Oh.
Arty.

Ah, you've encountered
your friend, I see.

Jim...

That's funny. I could have
sworn I was wounded.

No. No, I was dead.

Oh, what an awful dream.

Was it, Mr. Gordon?

You are quite sure of that?

Colonel Vautrain

and his mystifying
bag of tricks.

You think it was a trick,

some cheapjack illusion

performed with the aid
of mirrors, perhaps?

Or a hallucination,

or the simple way of a capsule
and a demitasse.

Oh, you disappoint me,
Mr. West.

Your earthbound explanations

are so far off the mark.

You're Abu the Magnificent,
aren't you?

You're the one
who sent me off

on King Solomon's throne.

Bon voyage, I trust?

The colonel is a rather
unique travel agent.

Oh, and a most unusual
magician too,

who is now going
to tell us

how something
that looks like a trick

has to be a trick,

can only be explained in terms
of being a trick,

in fact, is in reality,
no trick at all.

Isn't that so,
colonel?

Quite right, Mr. Gordon.

Observe the bronze bust,
gentlemen.

Solid and substantial,
you'll agree.

Oh, not necessarily,
colonel.

Uh, with your permission?

All right,

quite so.

Watch this.

Uh,

you're going to tell us
how you did that,

are you not, colonel?

Yes, Mr. Gordon.

I am going to tell you
all about

what men have dreamed about
for a hundred years.

The concept of a warp

in the fabric of space,

a break that could
permit an object,

or a group of Marco Polos,
if you please,

to enter

and go voyaging

through space's
limitless fourth dimension:

Time.

Which is what happened
to the bronze bust,

and which is what happened
to you gentlemen too,

a while back.

The question was
how you do it.

Ah, Mr. West,

there are a lot of tags
for the answer to that.

The wise men of India
called it tanasukh.

Faith that can move
the fabled mountain

because you can depend on it.

All the pent-up power
of the universe

is corralled up here

in all of us.

But I have learned the trick

of focusing it,

releasing it

and harnessing it.

I wasn't sure
it would work with people,

but it does.

Doesn't it, gentlemen?

You were killed
in that other dimension,

and having returned,
you are no longer dead.

That is why I am going over

tomorrow morning.

Acquiring a fine new set of legs

like you gentlemen have

has become my heart's desire

and I am going to get them.

Why do you need me?

You owe it to me,
Mr. West.

There may be perils in the trip.

I may need a pair of stout legs

and strong capable arms
like yours.

I cannot compel you
to accompany me, of course,

but I suspect you will.

Your rooms are at the end
of the hall.

Good night, gentlemen.

Miss Vautrain.

Fancy meeting you here.

I'm sorry you're here.

That's not a very nice thing
to say to a guest.

You know what I mean,
Mr. West.

My uncle-
Is an unusual gentleman.

Yes, he is.

Before the war,
he was all light and-

And laughter and gaiety.

It really was just like
a party being with him.

And then...

Well, since losing his legs...

How art thou fallen
from heaven,

O, Lucifer,
son of the morning.

If your card isn't
all filled up, ma'am,

I would consider it
an honor if you would

let me have this dance.

Listen, you mustn't go
with Noel tomorrow.

I have to.

But why?
Your friend's back.

There's no longer any reason
for you to go.

I'm afraid there is.

If there is a fourth dimension-

And I have every reason
to believe there is.

-then it's my job
to find out it isn't

a threat to the security
of my country.

But listen to me.

You don't know
what Noel has in mind.

He hasn't told you everything.

You don't know
what he has in mind. I do.

Go on, Amanda.

Go on. Do tell him.

Well, Mr. West?

It's true I am somewhat
at a disadvantage,

but perhaps after tomorrow,
we'll be able

to meet each other
on more equal terms.

I look forward to that.

Good night, Mr. West.

I've done it.

I've beaten time
to its knees.

Don't you understand,
gentlemen?

This is Live Oak Manor
the way it was.

I know what you're thinking.

If this has been recreated...

The shining rewards

a small journey
backwards in time brings,

huh, gentlemen?

My legs, irretrievably gone,

regained,

an ancestral home ravaged
by a cruel war,

soiled and pauperized

by an even crueler peace,

restored to all
its loveliness.

And best of all,

the decision of a war that
should never have been lost

will now be reversed.

Ah!

Now we know Colonel Vautrain.

Your side is going to win.

Yes, captain.

Excuse me, sir.

The Union forces
are advancing.

We deployed rear guards, but
we can't delay them much longer.

Excellent.

This time around,
we'll welcome General Grant

and his able staff
in a more fitting manner.

Arty, I'm beginning
to remember a lot of things.

This house,
for instance.

Of course. You were
aide-de-camp to General Grant,

for whom you commandeered
this very house

for field headquarters.

Well, if that's true,

then those sounds we're hearing
outside right now

have to be the Battle of
Vicksburg. Is that right?

Not three miles distance.

Perhaps you gentlemen

would be good enough
to tell me

what you see in here.

A very impressive
ammunition dump.

Left behind by
our General Pemberton

when he was forced to beat
his undignified retreat.

Imagine one dedicated soldier

huddled behind
his bookshelves-

And I reserved
that privilege for myself.

waiting for the right moment

to apply a match
to all that explosive.

So that's what Amanda meant.

From the beginning,

your only intention was
to assassinate General Grant.

Precisely.

I'll be frank with you,
Captain West.

My original intention
in persuading you

to accompany me was
the hope that I might

be able to use you
as a decoy for General Grant.

Oh, an idle hope, I agree.

At any rate,

with Captain Scoffield's
good news,

neither you or Mr. Gordon

is essential to my plans
any longer, so...

We're to be executed.

With honor, of course.

Captain.

Uh, before you do.

Yes?

I hate to bow out of anything

still puzzled, so, uh,

assuming that
you finally succeed

in assassinating General Grant,

how does that win the war
for you?

But isn't it obvious?

No.

Grant is your one authentic
military genius.

With him gone,

who will the North
turn to for leadership?

Meade, Hooker,

Burnside?

Sherman, perhaps.

He is brilliant in his way,
but erratic.

No match, really,
for our own Gray Fox.

Captain?

If there are going to be
any executions, colonel,

you're included.

That was a Union shell, captain.

Your artillery always was
a little chancy.

No, no, no, no, no.
No, captain, no.

Even if you could
lift it off,

what do you think
you'd find underneath?

My-

My beautiful new legs,

gone.

Crushed.

Get out before it's too late.

That's an order, captain!
Do you hear me?

If your friend Mr. Gordon
means anything to you,

you'll leave right now.

Wait.

Wait a minute.

What about Vautrain, Jim?

We can't just
leave him behind.

Colonel Vautrain, true to
the traditions of his command,

fell while fighting.

The door to your right.

Mr. West.

Mr. West.

Mr. West.

Noel.
Where is he?

In the library.

No! Please! No!

And as the doctor reported,

Artemus Gordon
suffered a concussion

which brought about amnesia,

which was responsible for
the 36 hours he was missing.

Wait a minute.
What's that all about?

I'll take three copies of that,
please, Miss Unger.

What concussion?

Well, I'm getting ready
our report for Colonel Falk.

Yeah, well, right.

Uh, getting ready for report.

What's all this stuff
about concussion?

Why don't we just
tell him the truth?

Arty, may I remind you

that we went over Live Oak Manor
with a fine-toothed comb.

No trace of Colonel Vautrain
or the four soldiers, right?

Right. Why make
a problem of it?

What would you say
on the report?

I'd tell him
exactly what happened.

I was kidnapped by Vautrain
and held captive

in some kind of
fourth-dimensional limbo.

It will never become
a major tourist attraction,

let me tell you that.

And you came barging in.
Arty-

And then we got involved in
some kind of an insane plot

to assassinate General Grant
at the Battle of Vicksburg.

Arty, don't you think that's
a little much for Colonel Falk?

Yeah, well, much or not,
it's the truth, isn't it?

All right, gentlemen,

report.

Uh, Mr. Gordon will make
the report, colonel.

Well, uh,

I know this is going to sound
almost unbelievable, colonel,

but, uh-
Yes?

As a matter of fact,

I can almost hardly
believe it myself.

You see, it's almost like
a nightmare.

But in actual fact,
there's this warp in...

Yes?

Well, see, it's actua-
It's possible to break through-

It's really quite simple, sir.

What it is basically is that

as a result of a concussion,

I had a slight case of amnesia.