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Professor McClennon...

my name is
James West.

And this is
Artemus Gordon.

You took enough time
getting here.

Sorry, sir.

There was a small matter
of washed-out railroad tracks

and coastal roads,
as a result of the tidal wave.

Do you like puzzles?

Tsk. I can take 'em
or leave 'em.

And, professor,
your note said

that this was a matter
of national security.

Listen to a few facts.

In California...

San Juan, Monterey
and Mendocino.

In Oregon,

Coos Bay
and Astoria.

In Washington,
Aberdeen and Port Angeles.

All...

at separate times,
overrun

by tidal waves
in the past 36 hours.

Puzzle...why?

Just mean old
stepmother nature on a rampage.

A disgusting expression.

Gentlemen...the reasons
for tidal waves

are not
obscure.

They're the result

of a major shift
in the Earth's crust.

Like an earthquake
or a volcano...

both of which can be
absolutely ruled out

in the present case.

Oh, what is
the reason then, sir?

Who are you?

Professor McClennon?

What do you want?

Message for you,
sir...

from Dr. Pringle.

Dr. Pringle is
my associate, gentlemen.

Excuse me.

Well, whoever
did this-

and I'd sure admire
to meet up

with him someday

-is an excellent
shot.

"See you. Urgent matter.

"Meet me at the Cantina
del Pescado.

Dr. Pringle."

Any answer?

That's what we came
here for, answers.

I don't think we'll be getting
any from this gentleman.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I seem to have gotten
in your way.

Qu� quieres?

A tequila, por favor.

I'm looking
for a Dr. Pringle.

Ah, snake eyes,
se�or.

Adios.

Well...

you had yourself
a gay old time

at the cantina,
I see.

The time didn't exactly
weigh heavy on my hands.

Oh, that's nice.

Did you find Dr. Pringle?

Nope.

Never showed.

I did meet some interesting
cutthroats, though.

How was your session
with the police?

Very satisfactory.

There will be a private
inquest as per my request.

You know,
it's hard to believe

that the local constable
was ready to throw away

this spent bullet.

Near as I can make out...

it's from a Stinger Magnum.

I'll know better
once I get a good look at it

under the microscope.

Good. If you'll
take care of that

and telegraph
our report to Washington.

I'll go to the Hotel Aztec...

and check out
Dr. McClennon's room.

Artie, did you hear me?

Mm-hm.

Every word.

Goodbye,
Artie.

Mm-hm.

Professor McClennon?
Ah, s�, se�or.

Room number seven

on the second floor.

But, ha, I will be very happy
to- To announce you.

No, that won't be
necessary, you see,

because we're
the closest of friends.

Oh, se�or, but the rules
are the rules.

I see. But why tire yourself
climbing the stairs?

Pues s�, se�or.

Heh. Why not?

Drop your gun...

or I'll shoot.

Uh, may I put it away?

Loaded guns have
a way of going off

when they're dropped.

Now you will raise your hands
into the air and back up.

Hands raised,
and I'm...

backing up.

And now,
who are you?

I'm just a poor,
but proud country boy

who came to the city
to make his fortune.

You think
I won't shoot.

I know you won't.

You see, you can't.

Safety's still on.

You have to remove
the safety

before you can
pull the trigger.

Who are you?

James West.

And you?

Dr. Pringle,

Abigail J.

I was the one that
wrote your department

at Professor McClennon's
direction.

You're, uh,
A.J. Pringle?

But, uh, that's
all wrong.

Wrong?

Uh, Dr. Pringle should be
a short, overweight,

balding middle-aged
professor

with a little gray
mustache.

You're quite beautiful.

That's enough,
Mr. West.

I've heard about you.

The man
with the velvet charm.

But don't let my sex
mislead you.

I'm a scientist
first, last and always.

Is that understood?

Quite.

If it isn't too
indelicate a question,

what are you doing in
Professor McClennon's room?

Professor McClennon
left me standing orders

that if he should be gone
for more than 12 hours,

I was to take
certain papers

into my custody
till his return.

But he's been gone
longer than 12 hours,

and I can't find
those papers.

They were special
data reports,

and I've looked
everywhere.

Oh, we're probably
too late.

Too late?

You mean, somebody
came here and stole them?

Mm-hm. But who would have done that?

Uh, probably
the same...

person that...

Go on, Mr. West.

Uh, Abigail, I-

Mr. West...

I'm prepared to believe
you enjoy some success

in charming
a certain type of woman.

But your charm
is lost on me.

So you'll
kindly keep

your manly arms to yourself.

I'm sorry, doctor.

I just wanted to tell you that
Professor McClennon's dead.

He's been
murdered.

Oh, no.

Professor McClennon
was about to reveal

something to do
with national security

before he was, uh, murdered.

Something to do
with tidal waves.

Do you have any idea
what it was?

He never told me.

I knew it was of great
importance, though.

I'd settle
for any kind of clue.

You'll both
raise your arms.

Ever so slowly.

And now...if you please...

you will each
in turn, explain

what you are doing

in Dr. McClennon's
room at this hour,

and why you are
ransacking it.

I'm James West,
and this is Dr. Pringle.

Dr. Pringle?

Not Professor McClennon's
associate?

The same.

Now would you mind pointing
that fieldpiece elsewhere?

Oh-ho.

I...apologize, doctor.

Uh, my name is, uh, Philo.

Captain Horatio Philo.

Are you also
associated

with the professor,
Mr. West?

Well, we corresponded
while he was alive.

He's dead?

Yes.

But-

Oh, it was rather sudden.

Oh, I'm shocked...

Deeply shocked.

I never met
Dr. McClennon, but...

I was a great
admirer of his.

Matter of fact,

I came here to ask him
to honor me

by dining at my place
tomorrow night.

Hmm.
Shame.

I understand he was a...
A fine man

and...certainly
a distinguished scientist.

Look...

Well, it won't be
a festive occasion...

but, uh...

why don't you dine with me
tomorrow night, both of you?

Oh, we'd be delighted.

Splendid.

My place is the Crow's Nest.
It's up on the headland.

Anyone can direct you there.

Well...till next we meet.

By what right

do you speak
for me?

I need more time
with him.

Ten thirty at night
is a rather odd time,

to be issuing
dinner invitations

to Professor McClennon.

Oh, you will
come tomorrow.

It might prove to be
a unique experience.

And just so it all
isn't a total waste...

Well, I've run
all the tests I know.

They seem to be
identical twins.

Both bullets fired
out of the same gun.

I know that gun.

And the man that fired
one of those bullets.

But how does Philo

figure into
the McClennon puzzle?

Let's not kid
ourselves, Jim.

The professor was
the foremost authority

in his field.

He'd researched
this thing thoroughly.

What he was leading
up to was this:

that someone...
a human...

was responsible

for this whole series
of tidal waves,

actually causing.

Which could be
just the beginning...

of a lot worse
yet to come.

Right.

"Horatio Manning Philo

"inherited the Philo
coal fortune.

"Expert on ecological,
geographical,

"and physical aspects
of the marine environment.

"Heads and supports
organizations

"aimed at the preservation...

of sea life."

Artie.
Hmm?

I didn't know
anyone was trying

to destroy it,
did you?

Oh, well, I...

go fishing
from time to time.

Ah, just as long as
you don't mention that

to our host tonight.

Listen, I hope the good
captain won't mind

my dragging along
like this.

No, if you don't tell any
of your after-dinner jokes.

The rest is in the lap
of the gods.

There's one thing we can
be reasonably certain of.

Mm-mm.
And what's that?

I bet they don't
serve fish tonight.

May I venture to hope...

that you all enjoyed
my humble fare?

Heh. It was, uh,
most unusual.

I can honestly say
I'll never forget it.

And you,
Mr. Gordon?

Well, I never
dreamed that

kelp
could be served

in so many,
eh, different

and interesting
ways.

Mm-hm. The brandy's
superb.

You all hated my dinner,
didn't you?

Oh, no, no, no,
no, captain.

It's just that we landlubbers
aren't really ready

for the seaweed age.

That's all.

Don't patronize me,
Mr. Gordon!

I'm not a feeble-minded
eccentric.

Ha. "Manna
from heaven."

Really.
How outmoded that is.

It should be
"kelp from the depths."

"Kelp...richer in food value
and more life-giving

than all the other foods
that men grub the earth for."

And an inexhaustible
supply, to boot...

from the vast reservoir
of the oceans.

Well...

perhaps I can make up
for the shortcomings

of the dinner...

with a little more brandy.

Thank you.

I'd like to, uh, propose
a toast, if I may.

Oh. By all means,
Mr. West.

To one of
the chosen few

the world
will miss,

Professor
McClennon.

Excellent toast,
Mr. West.

And to that
wonderful moment

when we...

close in
on his murderer.

Even better, Mr. Gordon.

And now I'd like to
propose a toast.

To the very
important work

in which Professor McClennon
was engaged,

before he was
murdered.

Here, here.

By the way...
what was the work?

I thought you were
aware of that.

It had something to do
with tidal waves.

I understand
he developed a revolutionary

new theory about their cause.

Especially the current
series of disturbances.

Mm.

Pity all that
had to be interrupted.

But, of course, uh...

he left copious records
of his research?

He left something
even better than that.

Really?
What was that, doctor?

Me.

Professor filled me in
on all his findings

every inch of the way...

And they're
all up here.

Oh, I'm feeling
much better now.

Oh. Just let me

sit down for a minute.

Dr. Pringle, you're
going to have

to answer
our questions now.

Dr. Pringle...

did Professor McClennon
fill you in

on all of
his tidal wave research?

Then why did
you tell

Captain Philo
he did?

Why?!

Well, I decided
to shake him up a little.

If Philo is behind
this, Artie...

She's made herself
a prime target with that.

You'd better keep
a 24-hour watch

on the good
doctor here.

Right.

I'll carry her
up to her room

and have the maid
put her to bed.

Where are
you headed?

I'm going back
to the Crow's Nest

to do a little
high-level,

unsupervised
snooping.

You can come in now,
Mr. Gordon.

Oh, thank you, miss.

I think I can
handle it from here.

Nothing too much
to handle.

You won't hear a peep
from her till morning.

Night.
Good night.

Mr. Gordon!
Come here, quick!

What is it, Pepe?

Well...what do you
think of it?

It's something
out of Dante.

Listen to the hum of the mighty
workings, Mr. West.

Look!

That isn't
just a dynamo.

No. It's a great
pulsating heart.

And these...

These aren't just
compressors, not at all.

They are mighty lungs,

purifying,
extracting,

circulating.

What's all
this for?

For salvation,
Mr. West.

Yours, of course.

No.

The salvation I'm
concerned with

transcends
my own importance...

your ridiculous little
Secret Service Department...

even the smug, self-satisfied
world of science.

Let me show you.

Here we are in the womb
of an extinct volcano...

and this...
is my window

onto the most important
of worlds...

the sea.

The salvation you seek
is for the sea?

And why not? After all,
life began there.

It reached its most significant
development there.

To what on Earth
or in the air

can match
the ineffable grace

of the shark...

or the ray
or the bonito.

Or the gossamer-jeweled
perfection

of the sea anemone...

with its colors
that fade a rainbow

into insignificance?

And this,
if you please,

is what man is
trying to destroy.

It's very difficult for
a non-scientist to swallow.

Mr. West...

...do you know
to what extent man

has already polluted the sea?

Do you know his ambitious plans
to transform it all

into a vast garbage depot,
a wasteland of swill,

corrosive chemicals
and factory dumpings?

Butchering our
whales and seals

for his own base creature
comforts and petty vanities.

On and on and on
till my beloved sea

becomes nothing but
a putrefying graveyard?

And your answer to this
is tidal waves?

Exactly.

There's a rude justice there,
wouldn't you say?

Man is spoiling
the sea...

until the sea rises...

in its awful majesty...

and destroys him.

This is
for the girl.

Well, with a little
something

taken out
for losing West.

But the captain says
you can make it up to him...

by finding
West's partner,

Artemus Gordon.

An impressive array
of machinery you'll agree.

Can you guess, Mr. West,
what it's all intended for?

I'm sure it wasn't
designed

to pull saltwater
taffy.

Take your hands off me.

No rash moves,
Mr. West.

You'll find
Dr. Pringle in...

perfect condition.

My apologies,
doctor.

I am honored...
to have a colleague

of such intelligence as well
as beauty...

...in my rather novel,

but I can assure you,
very comfortable

abode.

I'm not your colleague,
captain...

nor do I intend
to be comfortable here.

Hm.

Let me tell you

that your precious
colleagues at one time

denied me the very
laboratories and funds

which brought all this
to fruition.

And tonight,

the very principles
they scoffed at...

will bring about
their inundation.

Doctor...

with all
your academic wisdom...

can you tell me
what this machine is?

Why, it, uh...

It looks like
some kind of compressor.

Correct, doctor.

And...to put it
into a jargon

that Mr. West
can understand...

the real purpose
of it all

is...

simply
blowing bubbles.

You think I'm joking?

Come. I'll show you.

Now...accept,
if you will,

that the seabed
has numerous pockets

hundreds of feet
below the surface.

Proposition:

What if one
were to fill

those pockets
with air

under greater
and greater pressure

until fin-

We've just witnessed

one of the mysterious
tidal waves, I take it?

One of the smaller ones,
obviously.

Do you know that all the major
coastal cities of the world

are practically at sea level?

Think what
a delightful devastation

that ripple would cause
if it were magnified

a million times.

And by the oddest
coincidence,

you happen
to be working

on one of those
at this time.

Oh, yes,
Mr. West.

At this very moment,
I have high-pressure pipelines

running to
a pocket

big enough to
swallow up a small city.

At this very moment,
my compressors

are pouring air into it,

compressing it
to higher and higher levels.

When the lid of that pocket
finally gives wa-

And what does that tube
represent then?

Can you guess, Mr. West?

No.

An experimental pneumatic
delivery tube.

It goes right through
the volcano wall into the water,

all the way up.

What merchandise
are you aiming

to transport in it,
captain?

Canisters of poison, for one.

Poison for the atmosphere.

Poison that would be
washed ashore,

spread inland.

An ingenious way
of paying back

the polluters of the sea...

in their own coin.

At the risk of
sounding critical,

it strikes me your plan
is not salvation...

so much as revenge.

Quite.

Well...now your curiosity's
been satisfied on all counts.

There is no reason
why you should not die

happy
and fulfilled.

Sorry to interrupt you.

You better tell your boys
to drop their guns.

I'll see you
rot first. Ugh.

I'd change my mind, captain,
if I were you.

Do as he says. Drop them.

Now kick 'em
over here.

Now, captain,
if you and the boys

will stay on
your best behavior.

Pull the switch
on the wall.

Hold it.

All right, Mr. West.

Enough heroics.

Thank you, friend.
Or is this a private club?

I sincerely hope

you will both
be comfortable here.

Yeah, I think you will
find the furnishings

in excellent taste.

That steam pipe, for example.

Oh, good.

Then we won't
get cold.

Oh-ho, I can
promise you that.

That pipe serves
as a safety valve

for excessive steam
from the compressors.

The heat is enormous.

Well...

I won't bore you
with any more dull details.

With this heat,

we can only last
about five more minutes.

Stay here.

They're too damp!

Five minutes,
I believe you said.

Give or take
an eternity or two.

We can expect a visitor
any time now.

Check the bracing.

Yes, captain.

Pressure?

Fifteen thousand
units plus, captain.

Temperature holding?

Temperature
holding, sir.

Let me know immediately
if it drops.

A bit late,
aren't you, Felix?

Come here.

Why the devil
do you keep up

that hobbling
masquerade

when you're
down here?

Oh, sorry, captain.
Force of habit.

Sixteen thousand units.

Temperature holding, sir.

Round up all the men
and bring them here.

In less than 30 minutes,
we'll blow up the ocean floor.

The whole coastline will be
under 10 feet of seawater.

Hey. That's
the stuff to give

to the troops,
captain.

Wait.

What did you do
about Gordon?

Couldn't find hide nor hair
of West, though.

You'll find what's left
of his hide

in the steam-condensing
cave.

Get going.

Aye, captain.

No.

I'll take over.
Captain's orders.

Wait a minute.

Give me the gun.

That's very good,
but it's me.

Artie.

Listen.

In exactly
30 minutes,

that madman is
gonna drown

the entire
West Coast.

I know he's making his own
special tidal wave for it.

There was a compressor
back there

that looked like
it could be causing

most of
the damage.

Get Abby
out of here

and warn as many people
as you can.

Right. What
about you?

I'm gonna try
and stop him.

Good luck, Artie.

Listen, I better go
with you.

I thought of it
first.

You've only got 27 minutes
to warn the town.

All right.

Go topside
and check the grounds.

Psst.

It seems
quite accurate.

Captain,
the pressure's dropping.

What the devil's going on?

Having a little
trouble, captain?

West!

Don't be an idiot!

I know you've reversed
the compressors.

You'll blow up
the whole works.

You wouldn't try and fool me,
would you, captain?

I tell you the apparatus wasn't
designed to work that way.

You'll bring the walls
down on your head.

Don't be a fool.

You're frightening
your men, captain.

You think that's
a good idea?

Get back to your posts.

Get back! You hear?

Captain, I think the rats
are leaving the ship.

You think so?

You think I'd let them
get away?

Jim.

I hope there's
another way out of here.

That was the only way out,
Mr. West.

To you two gentlemen.

Inventive, brilliant...

courageous.

We'll drink to that...

because it's true.

And now I must be going.

What about tonight?

Oh, I'm afraid not, Jim.

You see, certain events
in the last few days

have reminded me
of the essential-

shall we call them
advantages

of simply being a woman.

Especially when there
are handsome,

desirable men around.

Thank you
for that, Jim.

I've come to realize
I can be a scientist

and wear a wedding ring
at the same time.

Oh, are you
getting married?

Well, don't
most girls?

I've already kept
my fellow

waiting much
too long a time,

so I'm going back
to Boston and get married.

Goodbye, Jim.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Artemus.

Oh, you don't meet
many like that these days.

Nope.

You sure don't, Jim.

That's a lovely la-

She forgot her glasses.
I'd better-

Artie.
Forget it.

Uh, take a good
look at them.

They're glass.

They're just
ordinary, plain glass.

You knew that all along,
didn't you?

Well, that's how she kept
the fellas away.

Well, she doesn't
need these anymore.

Artie...

You look beautiful.