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Good evening, sir.

Welcome to St. Louis Whitman.

Room and a bath?

Oh, no, thank you.
Mr. Markham's expecting me.

My name is James West.

Room 211.

How many James Wests
are there

visiting Mr. Markham,
anyway?

I don't like hecklers.

Markham, what- What happened?

Enzo.

What do you mean, "Enzo"?

He's...he's... S...

Silver.

The man that went up
to see Markham,

the one that said
he was James West,

did you get
a good look at him?

Mr. Carstairs.

Ma'am, I keep telling you
Pete will do.

Mr. Carstairs,
it's teatime.

Oh, not again.

Yes. So will you come
to a halt

and light a small
roadside fire for me?

No, ma'am, I won't.

May I ask why?

Because...

Miss Tyler,
I just plumb won't,

and there's no ands
or whys about it.

Well.

Woman always hollering
about tea all the time.

Sick and tired
of all that stuff.

I got enough trouble

watching out for these
dad-gum Indians.

Kohner, you haven't missed

a single bump or pothole
along the way.

You're breaking
my heart, Gerta.

Listen, getting
my brain scrambled

isn't part of the deal

that, uh, you
sweet-talked me into.

You weren't too particular

about the travel
arrangements to Denver

when I bailed you out of that
St. Louis jail, as I recall.

Oh! Mr. Kohner,
the big casino operator.

It'll probably be
some flea joint

in the Denver slums
we'll be dancing in.

Ho.

Miss Tyler?

Yes.

Looks like you gonna get

that ding-dang
tea party after all,

now that we done got us
a cavalry escort.

I don't mind telling you
we passed through

some mighty mean
Apache country, ma'am.

Apache? Red Indians?

The reddest, the meanest,
the orneriest,

the throat-cuttingest bunch
of heathens you ever did see.

Take cover!

Greetings, James.

Hi, Artie.

Address me as
Jonathan Ashley Kingston,

a strolling
Shakespearean player.

Very impressive.

I'm very impressed with your
powers of observation too.

How did you know those
cavalrymen were Indians?

Because I ran across
the real cavalrymen

about four miles back,
or what was left of 'em.

Came as soon as I got
your wire, Artie.

Very timely entrance too.

While you were making contact
with our man in St. Louis,

I found out Enzo
has a girlfriend,

Good, go on.

A maiden I have reason
to believe

is on this very wagon train.

Then it's reasonable
to assume

if we find out
who the maiden is-

Oh, by the way,
what's her name?

Topaz.

If we follow the maiden,

she'll lead us to Enzo.

Yeah, that's true.

Unfortunately, I have no idea
what she looks like.

Mister, let me
shake your hand,

the way you stopped
them varmints.

Chris Kohner here.

We're much obliged
to you, Mr., uh...

James West.

Jonathan Ashley Kingston here,

your servant and debtor, sir,

en route to Denver to illuminate
the western scene

with the ineffable radiance
of the immortal bard.

Oh, and this is
Mr. Jeff Smith.

Mr. Kohner and Pete, of course,
you've already met.

Oh, and these gentlemen
are Mr. El Bardhoom and Cocoa,

who are their very own circus,
so to speak.

Oh, and these four
nymphs here-

Gerta, Joan, Alice,
and Dierdre,

and whose orisons your praises
will long be remembered,

are being escorted to Denver
by our impresario Mr. Kohner.

Mr. Kohner, this was not
part of the bargain.

I wanna go back to St. Louis.

So do I. Right now.

Hey, we're not going on.

Listen, you four are under
contract to go to Denver,

and I'm holding you to it.

Well, we're not going.

I wanna go home.

Getting killed
wasn't part of our contract.

No, it wasn't.

I'll be happy
to take you back, girls.

There, you see?
You mean it?

Yeah, I mean it.

I just came all the way
through Apache country.

I'd be happy to fight
my way back.

Apache country?

That's where
the Apaches live.

Uh-huh. Mr. Kohner,
I'm gonna need some horses-

Oh, forget it, mister.

You win, Kohner.
On to Denver.

Come on, Gerta.

Young man,
I'm Miss Tyler.

Are you by any chance
on your way

to the city of Denver?

Yes, I am. I'd like to ride
along with this party, if I may.

Mmm, good.
I'd be pleased.

Uh, Mr. Carstairs.

Uh, yes, ma'am.
Yes, ma'am.

It's considerably
past teatime.

Oh, yes. I'll get out

and I'll rustle up
some buffalo chips,

and I'll have your fire going
before you say boo.

Tea. How splendid.

So one of those four
lovelies in that wagon

is Topaz, huh, Artie?

Follow her hard
and gem-like glow,

and she will lead you
to Enzo.

When I learned that
Enzo had taken up

with a dancer named Topaz,

I went right over
to the theater

to apply for a job,
but it was too late.

Show had closed
just two days before.

That's when I found out
one of the girls

had gotten a wire,
given her notice,

and headed for Denver
with this group.

Did you get a description?

Oh, sure. It fit
all the girls equally well.

They were all the same size
and all wore wigs.

Swell.

Did you, uh...

Get in touch with Markham?

Mm-hm.

Unfortunately,
moments after Enzo did.

Broken neck?

Yeah.

You know, if one
of the lovely ladies is Topaz,

she's gonna
end up in Denver.

Who does Enzo want
in Denver?

The governor.

Tom Ireland?

Territorial governor
who deals his cards straight,

won't make deals
for convenience sake.

Bound to have stepped on

every pair
of corrupt toes around.

Yeah, but why import
an assassin, Artie?

Yeah, I see what you mean.

They could easily
do the job themselves.

Did you get
a look at Enzo?

No. The room was dark,

but I can tell you
one thing about him.

He's got the strongest
pair of hands I've ever felt.

Like the, uh, mighty Bardhoom,
for instance?

Yeah, like
the mighty Bardhoom.

Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

With a sure
and certain hope

of the resurrection-

Enough of all that.

Who's going to supply
a few answers,

like who did this?

Kohner, the girl's body
isn't even cold yet.

Mr. West, yours is
a rather large country,

and I'm sorry to say...

A very violent one.

Joan just reached for you,
but said nothing?

Could it be-

Is it possible we're being
followed by the Indians?

Oh, I don't know, Alice.

Are you being honest,
Mr. West?

Well, it's safe to assume
that no Indian did that.

Then it must be somebody
from our own party.

We'll be in Denver
in two days.

That gives us two days
to get Enzo.

Think the department
might have gotten some word

as to why Europe's worst
assassin would be out here?

No, I don't think so, Artie,

but I know
one thing for sure:

he wasn't out here
to do that.

Well, our only hope
is Topaz.

Mm-hm.

Unless that's Topaz.

Hey, who's your friend?

You or anyone who will
sit down opposite me.

No, not me. I pass.

Hey, would you mind
letting me use the cards?

I'd like to play
a little solitaire.

Not these cards.

See, today Mr. Kohner
and Mr. Bardhoom

joined me in a couple
of hands of stud poker.

So?

Well, as a result,
you see,

I'm much the richer for it,

and they're much
the poorer for it.

That's why you won't
let me use the cards.

Well, I'll explain.

You see, there's just so much
luck in a deck for me,

and I've just about used up
all the luck in this deck,

and I'm turning them
out to pasture.

Must lose a lot
of cards that way.

Standard operating expenses
of my profession.

I'll tell you what.

Here's a new deck of cards
and a little advice.

Well, thanks for the cards.
What's the advice?

Don't ever play cards
with me.

Good night.

Now listen to me.

You have to be patient.

Our time will come.

We'll be there very soon.

Once we get there, we can...

Mr. West,
I must talk to you.

All right.

Not here now.

Midnight at the stream.

Must be said in private.

Midnight.

Sweetly sleeps the moon
on yonder bank,

and there's Orion
and his dogs

spending an eternity
chasing the Great Bear.

Where's Orion?

Right there by the tail
of the Big Dipper.

But who cares
about the Big Dipper?

Yeah, who cares?

Reminds me of when
I was a kid.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

How I wonder what you are.

Up above the world so high,
like a-

Topaz.

Why did you say topaz?

Well, does it bother you
that I did?

No, I'm not.

Let me tell you
something, mister.

Stay away
from my girl, huh?

Look, when are you
going to stop acting

like I belong to you?

What, do you belong
to him already?

You know, you're
a kind of snake

in our little
Garden of Eden, mister.

You know that?

Don't you agree,
Bardhoom?

Sure. Everything
fine and pleasant

till he show up.

Ugh.

Ugh!

Uh.

What's up, Artie?

I'm not sure yet.

Listen, from the time I left
to make my rounds,

Bardhoom and Kohner continued
to play their card game.

Yeah, except
for a few, uh, moments

when they decided
to choose me.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

What about Cocoa?

Has he been around
all the time?

Yeah, he's been, uh,
playing his merry music.

What's this all
leading up to?

Pete never left that fire

from the time he gave me
the rifle today.

No. What's this all about?

I don't know yet, Jim.

I tell you,
I heard a man's voice

on this wagon train
I've never heard before.

Well, what kind of a voice?

It was, uh...

In a day or two,

we'll be there, then we...

You know it.

I heard it
in Markham's room.

Enzo.

There's no doubt about it.

Maybe that's what Dierdre
wants to talk to me about.

When?

At midnight.

She's dead.

Strangled. Look.

No. No, don't.

Haven't you done
enough already?

I?

Miss Tyler, I was only
trying to see if she-

Can't you see there's no more
life left in the child?

Someone's already seen to that.

So let her alone.

I will take care
of her shroud.

Mr. Carstairs,
make another coffin.

Yes, ma'am.

And the rest of you...

If you will see to a grave,

I will be much obliged.

Artie, Jeff Smith.

What about him?

Where is he?

Come to think of it, he wasn't
around last night, either.

Think it's possible
he might be Enzo?

It's possible.
Also, she may have been Topaz.

Mm-hm, he could have
killed her

if he thought
she was leading us to him.

Which adds up
to one thing:

we don't have a trail
left to follow.

Mr. Kingston,
if you please.

Yes, of course.
Excuse me.

Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

With a sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to come.

Do you still think
I'm connected

with a two-bit
operation, girls?

Well, Mr. Kohner, I think
I owe you an apology.

Oh, it's not bad.
Not bad at all.

How much of it is yours?

A healthy percentage, my sweet,
and don't you forget it.

Come on.
I'll show you around.

Here we go.

Ready? Let's go.

Oh.

Oh, Mr. West.

Oh, I do want to
thank you so much

for showing us across
country as you did.

We're very grateful to you.

Pretty fancy shindig, you know?

Bound to attract
all of the top brass around.

If I were an assassin, Artie,
this is where I'd be.

Yeah, well, all we gotta do
is watch out for Jeff Smith.

Can't be that easy.

If Smith is Enzo,
he may have been

in disguise
when he was with our party.

If there's one thing
I know, Jim,

it's putty noses
and fake hair.

What we saw
was the real thing.

Mr. West, Mr. Kingston.

A sad experience, our journey.

That's a fair
description, ma'am.

But now that it's in the past,

I want to say, it was
very nice traveling with you

and Mr. Kingston.

Goodbye, and bless you.

Drive on.

You know, that's
a wonderful woman.

I can see now why
the sun never sets

on the British Empire.

With her around,
it wouldn't dare.

Well, Artie, I can't think
of anything else

to do right now, so, um...

Right, I'll buy you a drink.

Two whiskeys, please.

Enzo, silver.

What, are you still mulling over
what Markham said?

Thank you.

Artie, the Enzo
I can understand.

What did he mean by
"silver"?

I think he was just
trying to give us

a clue about Denver,
that's all.

Cheers.
Salud.

I mean, everything
in Denver is silver:

teeth fillings, baby rattles,
go-carts, umbrella handles.

You, whiskey.

Sir, you could
do me a big favor.

No, go away.

Uh, no, no,
you misunderstand, sir.

Actually, it's a very
small favor, really.

Mister, I come sashaying
off the buffalo flats

for two important reasons:

bullets for my rifle
and whiskey for the inner man.

Now, me and the inner man
don't take kindly

to socializing with strangers.

Now go away.

Sir, I think it's possible
that you may have

seen my friend before.

You don't hear so good,
do you?

Hey, fella, my friend
was wearing that hat.

Now...what about my friend?

Thank you, Artie.

Tomboy.

Now, as my friend
was saying

before you so rudely
interrupted him,

this hat once belonged
to a man named Jeff Smith.

May I ask how you got it?

I found him stone dead
in the bushes on a-

On a wagon trail
from St. Louis.

I see.

And you merely
relieved him of it,

is that it?

Honest, that's all I did.

Yeah.

Your witness.

Sir, you could
do me a great favor

by telling me
how Mr. Smith was killed.

Well, you might not
believe this,

but somebody gave his neck
a working-out

like you've never seen
in your life.

How did I do?

With your answer,
quite well.

Not too good otherwise.

Well...

We can scratch Jeff Smith
as a possibility for Enzo.

Two days following
the wrong trail.

Not necessarily now, Jim.

I figure Smith had to be in
with Enzo.

Probably found out about us
and tried to defect.

Well, then Enzo
had to kill him.

Right.

Now, who does that leave
as suspects? Bardhoom...

Cocoa.

Well.

The man I consider to be
the best candidate for it,

Mr. Christopher Kohner.

The least I can do
is warn the governor

what he's up against.

Right, I think it's time

I got rid of Jonathan
Ashley Kingston too.

Oh? Who are you gonna
replace him with?

All I can tell you
is it will be someone

in a high position that
can be close to the governor.

Farewell.

Uh, where you heading, mister?

Oh, to see the governor.

You have an appointment?

No, I'm sorry. I don't.

Well, then, I'm sorry.
You can't see the governor.

Well, this isn't
of a social nature.

Here's my card.

Look, you got your job.
I got mine.

I was told nobody sees
the governor.

You can't see
the governor today.

All right, well, please see
that he gets the card.

It's important.
Thank you.

Luther, you know what
to do with this.

Hey.

Hey, look.

Why don't you just write him
a nice long letter?

Tell him all about it, huh?

Because that card
was important.

Jim, how good to see you.

Leave it to you to sweet-talk
your way past the guards.

Come on in.
Come on in.

Jim, I appreciate your concern.

Now that we've disposed of that,
I want you to join

a little party
that I'm having here tonight.

Governor, I know this assassin
is in Denver now.

Jim, you're asking me
to crawl into a hole

and pull the hole in
after me.

I just can't do that.

There's some mighty
important eyes

focused on Denver
at this very minute,

and for the territorial governor
to go fishing instead of-

Instead of joining
in the ceremony

would be the most damaging
thing to the honor

of Colorado
that I could possibly do.

I'm not about to make
a mistake like that

and cause somebody...

Oh, you two have met, eh?

Come on in, colonel.

Colonel,
this is James West,

who does all sorts of odd,
unpleasant things

as part of his job.

Jim, meet a most
honored guest

of our government,
Colonel Dieboldt.

How do you do, colonel?

The colonel arrived
just this afternoon.

Would you like
a drink, sir?

Thank you.

Your mysterious job almost
sounds like you might be a spy.

You'll never know, colonel.

As you see, the colonel occupies
the suite next door.

Oh, I see.

Waiter.

Si, signor?

Matches.

Ah. Si, si.

Thank you.

Prego.

Would you excuse me, colonel?

Jim, I've had enough party.
I'm going to bed.

Keep it going for me,
will you?

Yes, sir.
Uh, governor,

I'd like to talk to you
about the colonel.

Let's talk about it
tomorrow, shall we, Jim?

Yes, sir.
Good night.

Night, sir.

Oh, waiter.

Si, si.

I'd like a brandy, please.

Si.

Artie, you keep an eye
on the governor.

I'm gonna be
keeping my eye on the colonel.

Something you know?

It's what I don't know
that bothers me.

See you later.

Mr. West,
what's on your mind?

Colonel,
you're a long way from home.

What brought you
to Denver this afternoon?

A mission...

Mixed with joy and fear.

Tomorrow morning I return home
with my country's future queen,

our own beloved Princess Silva.

Did you just say "Silva"?

You seem surprised.

For the past three years,

she has lived
and studied here in Denver,

anonymously, safe from harm.

Now that she's of age,
she must succeed to the throne,

once again uniting us.

Where is she now, colonel?

Oh, you can trust me.

You were right about me.
I'm with the Secret Service.

At Miss Gentry's school,
off Bayard Road.

Mr. West,

should I be worried
about anything?

No, not at all, colonel.

Good evening.

Oh, bene, bene, bene.
Grazie.

Hey.

Man, what do you do?

That's a cherry jubilee
with melassa?

You're eyes aren't
deceiving you.

Cherries jubilee
with molasses.

You have to be sick in the head
to eat something like that.

Sure, what kind
of crazy people

is going to
eat it like that?

It's a widow lady,
up in room 58.

Why?

Well, I think it's crazy,
that's all.

I like to see what kind
of people eat it.

Hey, let me take it up there
for you, all right?

Why, sure. Thank you.

Sure. She's crazy.

Uh!

Adios, Mr. West.

That Princess Silva?
Or should I say, Your Grace?

Just Silva will do,
but I'm afraid I don't know you.

Oh, my name is James West.
I'm with the Secret Service.

I'm acting for
Colonel Dieboldt.

He wants me
to take you to him.

Oh, Mr. West,
whatever are you doing here?

Miss Tyler,
what are you doing here?

I? Well, I teach
the young ladies here.

Oh. How many
young ladies are here now?

Oh, just Silva.

The other girls have gone
on holiday for the weekend.

Where's the man?

You mean Mr. Bardhoom?

No, not Mr. Bardhoom.
Some other man.

Well, there's no one else here,
is there, Silva?

No.

You've been
the Rock of Gibraltar

in the past, Miss Tyler.

I'd like to call on you
once more.

Yes, whatever would you like,
Mr. West?

I'd like you to take Silva
and leave here right now.

She's in, uh,
that kinda trouble.

Oh, come, child.

Where should I take her?

To the Silver Palace Hotel.
Ask for, uh, Colonel Dieboldt.

Now, Miss Tyler,

uh, heh, something has just
occurred to me.

Yes, Mr. West?

Yes, the masquerade
was running a little thin.

How did you know?

Something I should have noticed
in the first place, your hands.

They're far too big
to belong to any woman.

Yeah, aren't they?

Silva, I'll come back
to you later.

Oh!

Oh!

Come on.

Stay where you are.

Where's Enzo?

So you're Topaz.

Where is he?

Dead?

He's quite dead.

Let me present our dear
friend Topaz to you, James.

We know her better
as Dierdre.

Then the bruise marks
were real.

He bruised her,
but he, uh-

He didn't kill her.

Tsk, tsk.

And we gave you
such a nice funeral.

You know, it's not often
we have the opportunity

to toast such
a lovely young lady.

And with a fruit punch
of such noble vintage.

Thank you, gentlemen.

How is your arm, Mr. West?

Oh, it's well enough
to extend it for a toast.

Well, no thanks to Enzo.

I certainly hope
that El Bardhoom

spends a long,
long time behind bars.

Now...

To Princess,
soon-to-be-queen, Silva.

And to a pleasant
voyage home.

And a long
and happy rule.

Thank you, gentlemen.

My countrymen shall
hear of your courage,

but now I must leave.

Oh, you haven't had dessert.

Colonel Dieboldt is waiting
for me back at the hotel.

You know how he worries.
We leave in less than an hour.

I'm terribly sorry.

Goodbye, Your Highness.

Goodbye.

Come on.

Our driver will get you back
in plenty of time.

I-I find myself a little sad
leaving Denver now.

Well, you'll be so busy soon,
you won't even remember Denver.

Yes, I suppose
that is true.

Goodbye, Your Highness.

Mr. West...

Goodbye,

and thank you.

Thank you.

Hey.

That's tonight's dessert.

I had it all ready to go.

Vanilla ice cream.

Cherries.

Just the right amount
of brandy.

And the crowning glory,

molasses.

Cherries jubilee
with molasses?

Mm-hm.

That's the first time I ever
heard of that concoction.

I only knew one person
in my life who ever ate it.

That was Dierdre.

Found out about it
on the trail.

The minute I saw
that ordered at the hotel,

I knew it had to be
for Dierdre.

Now...

Oh.

Well, Artie, how is it?

Delicious.

I raised you, Artie.

I know.

Doing pretty good tonight,
aren't you?

Well, it's still early.

It's getting later
all the time.

Mm-hm.

Artie, it's your bet.

All right,

I'm in.

Cards?

Two of the best.

Two cards.

Can I take five?

That's very funny.

You raise me three times.
You want five cards?

Well, I guess I'll have to play
with these, then, huh?

I'm beginning to think
that I'm the one

who should have had
that talk with Jeff Smith.

Artie, everything
I learned about cards

I learned at my daddy's knee.

What was he,
a riverboat gambler?

Mm-hm.

Mm-hm!

Artie, really.

Artie, it's your bet.

Well,

it's gonna cost you.

I'll see that and have to
kick it up a little.