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Se�oras.

Se�ores.

And in honor of
our distinguished guests,

our president
will soon make his speech

in the plaza mayor.

But before we adjourn
to the balcony,

I would like to propose
a double toast.

To Don Benito Juarez,

Presidente de la
Rep�blica Mexicana.

And to the ambassador

of our dear friends
from the North,

Se�or Griswold.

Hear, hear.
Hear.

To El Presidente
Juarez.

Indeed.

Artie,
throw me the bottle.

Ah, the poor guy
never learned how to swim.

Ah, the padre
got away too.

The only thing left
is to call the police.

Well, wait a minute.
I'm not too sure.

Look at his face.

He's an American.

Not only that.

Artie,
that's Calico Jack.

Sure isn't
a very tidy guy either,

is he?

Why would an American

want to assassinate
the president of Mexico?

All the shots
missed President Juarez.

But his minister of the interior
wasn't so lucky.

He's dead.

Jim, did you get
a good look at the sniper?

Was he
an American too?

I don't know.

He could have been an American.

All I know is I saw a man
in a priest costume.

Hmm...then
for the moment,

we must assume
that he was an American.

And that, gentlemen, means that
we have a critical problem.

You see, my mission here
has been a total failure.

Juarez refused
even to appoint a commission

to study
the border problem.

Two hours later,
he's almost assassinated.

Well, there's not necessarily
any connection

between the two, sir.

We know that.

Now how do we
convince the Mexican government?

By finding the man
who hired the gunman.

Well, there's one man
that knows that.

Yeah, the sniper.

Hey, we better get to him
before the police do.

Yeah, but first we better
hide Calico Jack's body

from the police.

I could see to that.

Good, I'll hunt for
the sniper.

No, no.
For you to engage

in any activity such as that
on Mexican soil

violates all the diplomatic
rules in the book.

No, I can't allow
a mission like that.

Martial law
has been declared.

No one may enter
or leave this town.

That could
be inconvenient.

No, please, se�ores.

My house
is your house.

You're very gracious,
Don Thomas.

But Mr. West
has his private car

on the site.
Oh, that's out of the question.

Curfew
has been declared.

Anyone found
on the streets after dark

will be arrested
or shot.

Diplomatic immunity?

No, no, no.
That is impossible.

In that case,
your generous hospitality

is deeply appreciated.

Oh, I'm quite relieved.
Please excuse me.

I have other things
to attend to.

That settles it, boys.

Those soldiers out there
are trigger-happy right now.

When it gets dark, they'll be
shooting at anything that moves.

I refuse to allow you
to risk your lives

by leaving this house.

That sound like
a direct order to you?

What?

Funny, I can't remember
what he said.

I can't remember either, Artie.
Good.

The powder on Calico's trousers,
what was it?

Potter's clay.

That could be the beginning.

who's there?

Perrico. Quickly!

What are you doing here?

You know you might have
been followed?

Followed...by who?

Not even dogs and cats
are out tonight.

Only soldiers.

Well, than all the more reason
to stay clear.

But they're only
in the next street, amigo.

And they're searching
from house to house.

You must leave.

Leave?

You know there's no place
I can go in this town.

That's not my concern,
se�or.

If they find you here,
they'll shoot me too.

What do you want?
More money?

No, I just want to live

so I can spend what I have.

Get out, quickly!

You double-crosser!

No names!

You go, before I remember

you tried to assassinate
the presidente.

All right...

...amigo.

But if I get
of out this alive...

..I'm gonna
be back for you.

Buenas noches,
padre.

What are you talkin' about?

I ain't no padre.

You were
for a few moments this aft-

Either me
or the soldiers,

and all you get from them
is a bullet.

Yeah, and what do
I get from you?

First, some questions.

And?

That depends on the answers.

All right.

There were two of them.
Find the other one.

Qui�n es?

Who is there?

Buenas noches, se�orita.

Where is he?
He got away.

Don't be a fool,
there's no place to go!

How could he
get away?

Did you
look in there?

No, sir.
It's locked.

Well, smash it.
You!

All right, let's go.

Gracias, se�orita.

You've been a good neighbor.
But...I must leave.

Se�or...

Hm.
For nada.

I guess that means
it's over.

Is he dead?

No, sir, he has a bullet
in his left leg,

but he'll live.

He may live to regret
he didn't die.

Form a detachment.

Escort the assassin
to the prison at Avalos.

Yes, sir.

And lieutenant?
Sir.

If for any reason-

any reason at all

-he is not
delivered to Avalos,

you will be.

March.

Now, look here, Jim.

Didn't I tell you and Artie
not to leave that house?

Well, I- I just
don't remember, sir.

Did you?
No, no,

of course
you don't remember.

Did you talk to him?
Did he say anything?

We didn't
get that far, sir.

I know it's a terrible
thing to ask,

but, uh, is there a chance
that the bullet...killed him?

No, sir.
He was wounded in the leg.

I saw him carried off
on a stretcher.

There was absolutely nothing
I could do about it.

Time is running out.

We've got
to talk to him.

I'm afraid that that would be
most difficult, se�ores.

The only talking
Halverson will do

is to Colonel Arsenic.

For me? Thank you. Halverson? Yeah.

Help yourself.
Yeah.

You know the local files
at that constabulary

aren't half bad?

The man we're looking for
is Frank Halverson.

Hard-cased gunman
out of Abilene.

And this, uh,
Colonel Arsenic?

Arsenio Barbossa.

The...gentleman who runs
all of the local proceedings

around here.

From what I hear
down at the plaza,

nobody refuses to talk to him.

At least not for long.

Where did they take Halverson?

Maximum-security prison
at Avalos.

Completely incomunicado.

Not even a lawyer
can see him.

I'll make an official protest
to president Juarez.

When you see Juarez,
ask for a prison pass.

For you?

No, no.

For Halverson's father.

A fine, old Texas gentleman
who may not have long

to live.

Well, are you-

Are you sure
Halverson has a father?

Well, he's gonna have one now.

Don't you worry none
about that, son.

Mr. Halverson.

My apologies, sir.

That's perfectly
all right, sonny.

Did the prisoner
confess, sir?

Oh, yes.
He was very cooperative.

He freely admitted
giving shelter and sanctuary

to the American
assassin.

We have all the evidence we need
for his execution.

Bring down Halverson.

Come on!

Se�or Halverson.

You and I are going to have

a nice, long
heart-to-heart talk.

Y- But- I-
No, se�or.

First, I will talk,

then you will talk.

But...let us
examine the possibility

to begin with...

...that when it comes
to your turn,

you will not be in the mood
for conversation.

That happens from time to time,
of course.

But in your case,
se�or,

that would be most unfortunate.

Uh, let us say that
despite all our urgings...

...you still prefer

not to engage
in friendly dialogue.

Then, se�or...

...against all
my humane instincts,

I will be forced to-

Colonel.

A thousand pardons.

Se�or West is waiting
outside to see you

with an older man,
also a gringo.

Se�or West.

I find that curious.

Bring him down here,
lieutenant.

Guard.

Bring this man
back to his cell.

You'll forgive me

if I keep you waiting
a little longer, no?

Oh,
there you are.

Now, lookie here, captain.
I want to tell you something.

I want-
Welcome, Mr. West.

I am Colonel
Arsenio Barbossa.

I've heard about you,
colonel.

I'm flattered.

May I return the compliment.

I have a rather large
dossier on you.

But it's by no means thorough.

If I can cut through
all this here lollygagging...

Uh, this is Leroy Halverson,
colonel.

He's from Texas.

Halverson...

Any relation to-

His daddy,
by dingy-bang thunder!

I'm here
to take my son home!

Pity. Quite impossible.

Im- Impossi-
What do you mean, impossible?!

I'm here,
ain't I?!

Se�or Halverson,

somewhere, somehow,
you have forgotten something.

You are no longer in Texas.

No one may visit the prisoner
without a direct order

from the president
of Mexico.

As it happens,
colonel,

he has that direct order.

It seems to be quite proper.

You may spend 15 minutes

with your son.

Fifteen- Well, thank you
very much, captain.

You're a very
generous man.

Gotta come visit me
in Texas sometime.

Give you a whole hour
to get out of there.

Se�or.

...gonna take that boy
and get him out of here,

and there's gonna be
nothin' gonna-

Gonna...hold me back.

I'll tell you this...

Ah.

Se�or West,
it appears my dossier

on the assassin Halverson
is not thorough, either.

It states here
that his father

was trapped in
a mine cave-in

in Las Cruces,
New Mexico

on May 3, 1857...

...and is presumed dead.

Presumed dead.

Actually,
he was only missing.

And they haven't seen
each other

in all these years.

Should be
a very touching reunion.

Now then, what can I do
to amuse you for 15 minutes?

Oh, I'm sure, colonel,

that you have
more important things to do.

Mm.

More pressing, perhaps.

Would you care to read
your own dossier?

No, thank you, colonel.
I've lived it.

Hm.

I haven't.

Would you step
over here, please?

That's the man
who provided refuge

for Se�or Halverson's
fun-loving son.

But in the end, he saw
the error of his ways,

and he confessed.

They all do,
don't they, colonel?

Son!

What have they
done to you?

No, son, you're not
seeing a ghost.

It's your old pa.

Pa?

That's right,
son.

Uh, just let me...

...rest my old bones,
here.

Set them down on-

yeah

-this here stool,
a minute.

Then we can get down
to brass tacks, Halverson.

All right, old man...

...who in the blue blazes
are you?

I came to make a deal with you,

and I'm not an old man.

Deal?

Maybe you're new here.

Maybe you never heard
of Colonel Barbossa.

I heard of him.

Well, you should have seen
what he did to Perrico.

Ready...

...aim...

...fire.

He's better off dead.

Now, you manna know
who hired me, right?

That's right.

All right.
I'll tell you...

...In Texas.

Or I'll tell that colonel
in that torture chamber.

Whichever comes first.

Now, look, Halverson,

we'll get you
the best lawyers in Mexico.

We'll see to it-
I don't want a lawyer.

Lawyer ain't gonna do me
no good in here. I want out!

Now look, I don't care
how you do it,

but you get me out of here

before that butcher
goes to work on me!

Keep your voice down.

'Cause I'm gonna talk
to somebody.

And when I start naming names,
boy,

things are gonna
pop all over this place.

Who's gonna believe you
without proof?

Oh, I got that, too.

I got a letter
from the big man.

Somebody way up there.

Who?

I'll tell you in Texas.

What kind of a letter?

I'll tell you that too...

...in Texas.

It's time.

Eh...all right.

Don't you worry none, son.

Your old pa
will look after things.

Just...don't worry.

We'll get you
outta here.

Take that pill.

It will put you to sleep
for eight hours.

Even Barbossa can't torture
a sleeping man.

Se�or.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

Uh, you don't
worry a bit, son.

I'll be back
to get you out of here

if I have to come up
with a whole...

...passel
of Texas rangers,

by dingy-bang
thunder.

Don't worry none.

Miserable, no good...

Well, there you have it, Jim.

We gotta get Halverson
out of that pokey, but fast.

Artie, if we could
get the letter

that Halverson
told you about,

that would clean up
the whole deal.

Yeah. He sure didn't
have it on him.

Where do we
start looking?

Let's try
the most obvious place.

You ever get the feeling
that, uh,

people were looking at you
kind of funny?

Ah, se�orita.

Fate keeps
throwing us together.

But don't your, uh, friends
know it's not polite to point?

Se�or,

let me assure you
of three things.

The gun that
is being pointed at you...

...is loaded.

My- My men will not
hesitate to shoot you

if you
give them cause.

And, uh-
And three:

I find myself
less and less amused

at your insolence.

Now, you
stand there.

It's the old one
I want to speak with.

Old? Well, now,
you look here, pumpkins.

You...give me some
respect,

if you please.
Oh,

quiet, papasito.

Reply only to my questions.

Over there.

Well, I ain't heard
nary a one yet...so far.

Enough.

Now...I want to know

what your son said to you.

Oh, that.

Well, he was
real anxious to know

how the new herd was doing
with its grazing

over on the west 40.

You know, we got us
as fine a herd of cattle

as you've ever seen.

Watch out with that
toad sticker, little lady.

Old man, you are
very close to death.

We both know
why you are here.

Now, tell me where your son
hid that letter!

All right, then.
Listen to this.

No cause
for you to be...

...getting that upset
about it, is there?

No, because when-

When you get upset,
we get upset,

and there's...no telling

who might wind up getting upset.

Well...

...in the face of
vastly superior numbers,

I would say
the enemy withdrew.

Would you, uh, call this
a smashing victory for us?

Mm-hm. Yeah.

Artie, did you forget
why we came here?

Oh, yeah, the letter.

Well...

...can't have
everything.

Oh, with all this
debris...

...if the letter
ever was here,

I don't know
how we'd ever find it.

El Presidente
Benito Juarez.

Eh, must have got shifted
in the fracas.

No, it didn't, Artie.
It's nailed down.

Nailed crooked.

Somebody must have
done that in an awful hurry.

Eureka.

The letter to Halverson.

"...and for security reasons,
I have changed the lock.

"That's why I enclosed
the new key.

"The meeting will still be
this Thursday, midnight,

"at which time
we will finalize plans

to eliminate Juarez."

That's all?

You noticed, I'm sure, sir,
that there's no signature.

But the key
the letter mentions...

It wasn't enclosed.

No signature
on the letter.

No key.

And who is this preposterous
female and her gunmen?

What's she got to do
with this case?

Well, aside from the fact

that she wears
tangerine lipstick-

And wields a knife
with style.

Uh, we don't know
a thing about her, sir.

The letter is worthless.

We must get
Halverson's testimony.

Well, you know
his terms, sir.

He'll open up only after
we get him out

of Colonel Arsenic's
pokey

and back
onto American soil.

And that is obviously
impossible.

I wouldn't say so, sir.

Thanks for the ride,
padre.

Vaya con dios, gringo.

I have come
for the mortal remains

of Perrico Mendoza.

Uh, which way
is the, um... fiesta?

You, guard.
What are you doing?

I asked you a question.

What are you
doing down here?

Turn around when
your commanding officer

speaks to you.

Turn around!

Se�or West.

You've broken into Avalos
to rescue a compatriot.

Are the visiting hours
over, colonel?

Incredible.

You've performed a feat
of unparalleled brilliance.

It's not possible,
and yet there you are.

It will be an honor to
grant your last request

before your
execution.

But I haven't confessed.

Well, that will come later.

In any event,

After a few sessions
in my private confessional...

...you will beg to confess.

March.

I could easily
have killed you,

but why should
I be kind?

First, the torture chamber.

Oh, boy, am I glad
you weren't asleep.

Uh, Jim, give me a hand
with this,

will you?
It's heavy.

It will be a lot heavier
going out.

We'll never get
out of this alive.

I don't know why
I'm going through with it.

Because it beats
being executed

by a country mile.

Look, I don't even think
I can climb that wall

with this leg.

Just get in the box.
I'll climb the wall.

What?

Get in the box.

Oh, no.

Uh-uh, I'm not gonna
get in that thing.

That- That- That cell
was small enough.

It's either the box
or the colonel's confessional.

Look, I'll suffocate in there.

You want to know who hired me,
you get me out some other way.

What do you think, Artie?

Very well, then.

Guard! Guard!

All right.
Now, listen.

I'll unload this thing
at that...dry wash.

Then I'll lay a false trail
with the horse and wagon.

You, uh, better get down
to him as soon as you can

and let him out.

Artie?
Yeah?

How long do you think he can
really live in this box?

I'd say about half an hour,
if he doesn't panic.

Well, care to be
a pallbearer?

Artie, what are you
doing in there?

Get up.

That...silly...

...little hot tomato

and her powerful peons,
that's how.

Not again.

Yeah, again.

You know,
I hate to say it,

but I'm working up
a violent dislike

for that tomato.

Did Halverson
leave with her?

Oh, he had no choice.

I'm sure he never
saw her before.

Well, we'll never
see him again.

Oh, it doesn't
matter.

He doesn't even know
who hired him.

Oh, come on, Artie.

No.

He was looking right down
my gun barrel

when he swore
that the man who hired him

sat in the shadows
and never once showed his face.

Incidentally,
the fee for killing Juarez?

$10,000.

Not in advance.
No.

Halverson was to go
to the place where he was hired.

Where is that?

We never got around to it.

Did you find the key?
No,

but I do know
where it is.

We did get around to that

before that...pimento
had me bushwhacked.

Come on. He'll tell her
the same story.

Let's get that key.

Right.

This is what
you're looking for.

Yes, that's it.

May I have it,
please?

I'm prepared to bargain.

What are you offering?

The whereabouts
of your friend,

Mr. Artemus Gordon.

I'm right over here, sugar.

And pointing
a gun at you.

I guess it's what you call
a Yankee standoff.

Yes. It does, doesn't it?

Why don't you
start the conversation?

I am Colonel Lupita Gonzalez,
of le guarde federal.

The Mexican
secret service.

Now, I must insist
you turn that key over to me.

Oh, why don't we bargain?

What do you want?

The name of the man who
plotted the assassination.

Halverson did not know.

The meeting
took place

in the house
of a third party.

The conspirator remained
always in the shadow.

He never revealed
his identity to Halverson.

That's what Halverson says.

I made certain
he told the truth.

I'm sure you did.
Where is he now?

My men have him.

Uh, Halverson told you
what lock this key opens,

didn't he?

Yes.

Then why don't you
tell me?

No.

I'll show you.

You got a bargain.

Go on in, Jim.

The colonel and I
will cover for you.

Se�or, we give you
five minutes.

You know, Mr. West,
that secret staircase

dates back to
the conquistadores.

I had no idea
the house was that old.

Oh, yes.

It was built over 250 years ago.

I have tried to keep it
in its original form.

I imagine an escape route
would come in handy

in your line of work.

My line?

Assassinations.

You did hire Halverson
to kill Juarez, didn't you?

Oh, Mr. West.

I am not
that ambitious.

I am not active enough
for such a role.

My only contribution
to the conspiracy

was to bring
certain people together.

Halverson, for one.

Then who was the man
in the shadow?

I would rather
not divulge that.

If he wants to reveal
his, uh, identity...

...he is welcome to do so.

I'd like to meet
your friend.

You've met him
already.

More than once.

The question is now,

what will come
out of this meeting?

Well, one of us
isn't gonna leave here alive,

is that right?

It is right...

...Se�or West.

Colonel Arsenic.

Oh, I'm sorry,
colonel.

I just thought
you'd like to know the name

your friends and admirers
call you by.

Again I should have
shot you in the back.

But I couldn't resist the urge

to watch the look of
astonishment on your face.

And now
you disappoint me.

You'll get over that.

Your nerves really are
very good.

It must be that.

I can't believe
you knew it was I.

Where is Halverson?

I couldn't tell you, colonel.
He escaped from me too.

Oh, you'll tell me.

Before I'm through with you,

you'll tell me things
I don't even want to know.

I'll tell you
one thing for sure.

Mexican security police
have surrounded this place.

Front door,
back door

and, uh,
secret door.

That isn't so, colonel.
That isn't!

Impossible.
No one suspects me.

Everyone knows
you wanna be president.

But you only get
one shot, colonel,

and you've had that.

Lieutenant.

These are my security men.
Where are yours?

Right here, Colonel Arsenic.

We do our own
housecleaning, Mr. West.

There.

Now, how about a toast?

That's a good idea,
Artie.

Colonel...

...to the memory
of when we first met,

when I kissed you.

As I recall,

I followed that up
by slapping you.

True.

But the first memory
overwhelms the second.

Yeah, what about me?
I have no memories at all.

Well, I feel much better.

How about some dinner, eh?

I hope you don't mind
us being just a threesome.

Of course not,

since my bodyguard
will make it a foursome.

Your bodyguard
is here?

Waiting outside.

Oh, Lieutenant Ramirez
attends me everywhere I go.

Well, uh, surely,
you can make an exception

on a festive occasion
like this, can't you?

My dear Artemus...

...I wouldn't
dream of it.

Huh.

Teniente.

S�, mi coronel?

Lieutenant Ramirez,
Se�or James West.

Lieutenant.

And Se�or Artemus Gordon.

Se�ores.

Encantado.

After all, Artie,
there's nothing wrong with

taking a lonely soldier
to dinner.