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Passengers.

Yeah, probably
taken on

to make it look like
any other stage.

If those two on top
start trouble,

we'll have to be
careful of the lady.

Oh, I'd be delighted

to look after
the lady.

Always gallant.

Whoa!

Federal marshal.

I have a warrant from
the United States government

to inspect your stage.

What are you
looking for, marshal?

Weevils, mister.

Boll weevils.

You all right, marshal?

Yeah, fine. Fine.

You killed him,
marshal.

This one's dead, too.

All right, ma'am,
you can come out now.

Ma'am?

That's what the ruckus
was all about.

Boll weevils?

Sure you can
make it to town?

I'll try.

I tell ya,
I don't know nothing

about boll weevils.

I never even heard
of them before this.

You're lying.

I'm a stage driver.

It's what I do for a living.

That doesn't mean I have to know
what I'm carrying.

All right.

I was hired to make a delivery.

From where?

I picked up the stage
in Sausalito.

Before that, I got no idea
where it came from.

Where were
you headed?

Where were you headed?

Mesquite.

Never even
heard of it.

Who has?

It's a settlement
southeast of here.

Made this trip before?

A few times.

Who was the lady's date
in Mesquite?

I never got that far.

There's a fork in the road
about five miles north of town.

Bunch of acarreos
meet me there

and take the stage.

I stay in Mesquite
until they contact me,

then I pick up the stage
at the same spot and head back.

Neatly organized operation,
all right.

Who hired you
in San Francisco?

A guy named Cass.

Cass, huh?

Well, that gives us
two starting points, Jim.

Right.

I'll see what happens
beyond Mesquite

at the fork in the road.

Fine.

I'll ride back
to San Francisco,

turn this one
over to the police.

I think I'll look up
that man named,

"Cass."

Come on, you, and help me
bury these men.

Thank you, Swanson.

Now, Mr. Gordon, we followed
your department's memorandum

to the letter.

All ships coming
into San Francisco

will be searched
from stem to stern

before unloading cargo.

But what I don't
understand, if-

Well, if I may be frank,

I get the feeling that you
think my department, uh...

Well, may have been lax
in this matter.

Oh, not at all, Mr. Jeffers.

It's just that, uh...

Boll weevils are rather
unusual contraband, that's all.

They're very difficult
to detect.

We thought your department
should be alerted.

Mm-hm.

Boll weevils.

If they'd been smuggling
whiskey or guns

I could understand that,
but bugs?

Have you ever seen
what they can do

to a field of cotton
in just one day?

They're unbelievably
destructive, Mr. Jeffers.

If the current rate
of infestation continues,

in five years, there
won't be a cotton field

left standing in the country.

If what you say is true,

if they're smuggling them in
for this purpose,

why, uh-
Why do you suspect my area?

Well, it isn't that
we suspect it, Mr. Jeffers.

We had a tip that brought us

to the Sausalito stop.

That is your area, isn't it?

I see.

If there's anything else I can
do to help, I'd be glad to.

That's very nice of you.

I tell you, there is something.

The only link we have
to the case is a man named

Cass.

Cass? You mean Tom Cass?

You do know him?

Know him? He's one of my
harbor supervisors.

I'd like to talk
with him right away.

Could you get him
here for me, please?

Of course. Swanson.

Contact the harbor
police.

Have them pick up Tom Cass
and bring him to my office.

Yes, sir.

Well, you've got your first
break in this case, Mr. Gordon.

We hope.

Whoa.

Hello, señor.

Who are you?

Where's the regular
driver?

Oh, he's sick.

Cass hired me
to take his place.

And the others,

where are they?

Uh, Cass was afraid

he might be watched,

so he sent out a decoy.

But he, uh-
He put the lady with me.

Look, if you don't believe me,

take me to your boss,
I'll explain.

No one gets to the boss.

You ride to Mesquite.

Wait in the hotel.

We'll bring the stage
to you tomorrow.

Well, suit yourself.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hasta mañana.

Yah!

Guido?

I do not trust that one.

Make sure he
gets to Mesquite.

Vamos.

Now,

you're gonna tell me
where that stage is headed.

I cannot talk,
señor.

You'd better talk, amigo,

and now.

So that's Tom Cass.

I don't understand it.

He just disappeared.

House is deserted,
office deserted,

papers gone.

He was your only lead,
too, wasn't he?

Yes, he was.

Well, there's a chance

I can come up
with something else.

Thank you, Mr. Jeffers.

I'll keep in touch.

Uh, Mr. Gordon,

I'm sorry about Tom Cass.

That's all right.

These things never seem
to come easy.

Hey!

You don't belong
around here.

Come on. Let's go.

He's very inquisitive,

isn't he, Fatima?

Inquisitive

and clever
to have got this far.

We go to great pains

to prevent such
penetration.

What is your name?

James West. And yours?

Abdul Hassan.

And now I suppose
you're going to tell me

that our San Francisco
operatives

actually hired you

to make this delivery today?

No, I'm with the United States
Secret Service.

Ohh.

Oh, that- That is most
unfortunate.

I was afraid
of something like that.

Now I shall be obliged
to kill you.

Uh, since my curiosity

is going to cost my life,

do you care
to indulge me further?

Our operation interests you?

Fascinates me.

You hear that? From-

From a Secret Service
man, huh?

Well, as in
any endeavor nowadays,

given a sound
manufacturing system

and a good
dependable product,

the success
of our venture

has relied mainly
on, um-

Now, what would you say?

Distribution.

Precisely.

Which is the, uh-

The specialty in which I-

if I may say so-
have been most effective.

In developing a chain
of smaller operatives,

who,
for a consideration,

move the weevils

further and
further inland,

through the western
states

into the deep south,

where today a majority

of the world's
cotton is grown.

You plan to destroy
this country's cotton

and replace it with your own.

Uh, in simple terms,

yes.

Our syndicate has had
the great good fortune

to seize control

of the rest
of the world's supply.

Cotton from Africa,

South America,
the near east,

and the Orient.

Then your syndicate
will control

the markets and the prices.

Well, you, uh-

You understand
the economics, at least.

If we supply the world's
only cotton,

you can appreciate the
tremendous advantage we enjoy.

But cotton is only a small

and very thin
slice of the pie.

In these two containers,

we have what someday

may give us
an even greater slice.

Anthonomus grandis.

Boll weevils.

Yes, but, um...

Examine these two specimens,

male and female, Mr. West,

with greater attention.

Are they not somewhat

larger than those
you've seen before?

Now that you mention it,
they're a great deal larger.

Mm.

Poor dears,

they're separated
from each other now

in their glass prisons,

which may seem cruel
to you,

Mr. West, when you realize
that these two

magnificent
weevils are-

They're in love.

Mm-hmm, yes.

They adore each other.

But the dictates
of genetics and breeding

require that we postpone

their mating until
warmer weather.

All of which means something

in some larger plan.

Oh, that's very acute
of you, Mr. West.

Yes.

You see, um-

hybrid weevils
have a unique aspect.

They're bred
to take delight

not only in cotton,
but, uh-

Wheat,

corn,

barley.

Imagine, Mr. West,

America,

eventually
the whole world,

will be dependent upon us

not only for their cotton,

but for their
basic food.

I would explain further,

but pleasure calls.

Dispose of him
as quietly as possible.

Tom Cass.

What are you
doing here?

I get the feeling

you don't really expect
an answer, do you, friend?

Over against that wall.

Move!

Checked the warehouse,
top to bottom,

Tucker's place,
place next-door-

Both registered
legitimate businessmen.

And no sign
of Tom Cass's body.

Well, there you are.

I don't think you gentlemen
know one another, do you?

Mr. James Jeffers,
Mr. James West.

How do you do?
It's a pleasure.

I've got bad news, Jim.

Cass was murdered
before I could get to him,

And now his body
has disappeared.

Any news from
Mesquite, Mr. West?

I think I met the man
that's the power.

His name is Abdul Hassan.

And?

And I'm lucky
to be alive.

Hassan got away.

Well, that's not
much help, is it?

Not altogether
futile, sir.

I've got the route

and the name
of his field men.

Oh, fine.

I'll wire that information
to Washington

and have the territory
police close it down

within 12 hours.
It's a start.

That will be fine.

Come in.

Daddy, I-
Oh, excuse me.

Hello, Betsy.

Betsy. Gentlemen,

Mr. Gordon, Mr. West,

my daughter, Betsy.

How do you do?

This is a pleasure for me.

Daddy said such nice things
about both of you gentlemen.

I can see why now.

Oh, believe me,
he's been much too kind.

I hope he's not
working you too hard.

He can be quite
a slave-driver.

No, he's been
most helpful, ma'am.

Oh, uh, Daddy,
before I forget,

would you fill out
this application for me

so I can open a charge
at the emporium, please?

Excuse me a moment,
gentlemen.

Of course.

Uh, do you plan on being
in San Francisco long,

Mr. West?

Well, right now it's a little
hard to say, Miss Jeffers.

Well, I'd count it an honor
if you'd allow me to show you

and Mr. Gordon
our lovely city.

Oh, I'm afraid we're on too
tight a schedule

to allow for any sightseeing.

Oh, well, uh-

How about dinner
at our house tonight?

Really, I insist.

We'd be delighted
to have you, gentlemen.

We'd be delighted
to come, Miss Jeffers.

Betsy, please.
Betsy.

I hope you can find it
in your heart to forgive me,

but I have another
engagement for tonight.

Oh, I am sorry.

You will be there,
won't you, Mr. West?

Right, 8:00. Now, Betsy,
if you'll excuse us,

we have to get some
information to Washington.

Very nice
meeting you.

Nice meeting you.

Bye-bye,
Mr. Jeffers.

Artie?
Hm?

it's hardly like you

to give me a clear field
with such a lovely lady.

What is it?

Well, as much as I hate
to that miss dinner,

I saw something
over at Tucker's

that I think is
worth another visit.

Which was?

Mr. Tucker's lobster boat

is a shallow draft flatboat.

Flatboat?

Hardly the type a lobsterman

takes into the bay.

It would be if he was
going to leave the bay

and go up one of
the shallow inlets.

It's an interesting
thought.

As soon as I get this
off to Washington,

I'll go on over
to Tucker's place

and have another
look at it.

It's not that I'm complaining,
you understand Jim,

but why is it I'm always
the one who sends

these long-winded,

wordy messages
to Washington?

Because, Artie, you have
such a marvelous command

of the English
language.

Oh, that's good.

That's-
That's very good.

I thought
you'd like that.

Well, let's see here.

Aaron Addison, age 68.

Businessman, white wig
and eyebrows,

deep wrinkles,
slightly shaky voice.

Died by an unknown
assassin's bullet.

Paolo Martinez,

Portuguese fish skipper,

age 33, curly hair,
slick mustache,

very proud type.

Put out to sea,
never found again.

Lieutenant Jonathan Greeley,

Seventh Cavalry.
Remember him?

Hooked nose, flowing hair-
A real leader.

Artie,
Hm?

You know, here's
something that I bet

most people don't realize.

What?

The female boll weevil
burrows inside

the boll of cotton
to lay eggs.

It's the larvae
which destroys the cotton.

Just like
the clothes moth.

Jake the piano player
in Deadwood.

Oh, what a handsome
devil.

Hair...

Artie, that's quite
a rogues' gallery.

Yeah, it's kind of nice
to have, you know?

A record of all the disguises
I've had to assume

in the course
of our work.

You never know.
It comes in quite handy.

I've got to cook
one up now.

Oh, why don't you
surprise me?

I'll check
with you later.

Yeah.

See you.

Let's see.

They've already seen me
at the docks...

so this should be somebody
who just...

...blends into that

kind of environment.

Crotchety old visitor, huh?

A nice...

...vinegary old...

...salt of a man.

The kind that just loves

to sit at the docks...

...and watch the ships
coming in.

♪ Me way hey ♪

♪ Blow the man down ♪

♪ A pretty young thing ♪

♪ I chanced for to meet ♪

♪ Give me some time ♪

♪ To blow the man down ♪

♪ She was... ♪

Ahoy, mates.

♪ And encountered a bluff ♪

♪ In the bough ♪

♪ Way hey ♪

♪ Blow the man down ♪

♪ Saw a soaking-wet sailor ♪

♪ I rightly don't know ♪

♪ Give me some time ♪

♪ To blow the man down ♪

Hey, old man!

You're gonna croak like that,

go somewhere else.

Croak?

That's a shanty,
you landlubber.

Call yourselves sailors.

You're clam diggers,
that's what you are.

What would lobstermen be doing

going out in deep water

in a shallow draft flatboat?

That's what I'd like to know.

You'll drown, the both of you.

Not that anybody's worrying
much about that.

Old man,

might be healthy if you

went fishing someplace else.

It's a public wharf, ain't it?

I'll catch more
with that one pole

than you two will take

in that whole flat-bottomed scow

with all your fancy rig

and them fancy lights, too.

Why you cover them up

when you're getting ready
to pull up anchor

is a lot more than I know, too.

Maybe it'd be healthier
for you, grandpa,

if you didn't
have such sharp eyes.

Now, don't give me none
of your sass,

you young whelp.

Take my cane
to the back of your skull.

Old man,

I'm gonna
count to three.

He's had schoolin'.

Ha ha ha.

I bet you can't make it
up to five.

All right,
all right.

Put away that
pigsticker.

I'm moving.

Fellow can't make

a little time
for himself.

Sure,

push him around.

Don't even get
to fish no more.

Lot of folks
making sure you can't

enjoy your free time.

By the time
the troopers had arrived

at Hassan's
hacienda,

the whole place had been
completely cleared out.

Sounds like a difficult
operation to break up.

Not that difficult.

Because of that information
we sent to Washington,

his field men in the South

are being picked up now.

Daddy,

I didn't ask Mr. West here

just to hear you two talk
about boll weevils.

I'm sorry, darling.

Betsy, you were right.

It's been a delightful dinner.

Thank you.

The best is yet to come.

I've had a marvelous
meringue glacé prepared for you.

Grooves, whoever it is,

I don't wish to be disturbed.

Yes, sir.

Maybe next time you'll convince
Mr. Gordon to join us.

I'm sure that Mr. Gordon
would be delighted to come.

Let me go!

Ahh!

Betsy!

Got to help...

I'll go after her.

When I got up
off the floor,

I got a glimpse of him
getting into the carriage.

I lost the carriage
on Pacific St.

near the waterfront.

I got a feeling
they may be coming here.

Poor Betsy.

Boat's coming in, Jim.

Any idea who took her
or why?

Not so far.
What's been happening here?

A lot of strange comings
and goings, you know.

A couple of things-

A couple of things need
more looking into, I'd say.

Like what?

Well, you know
that lobster place

I was telling you about

near the warehouse,
Tucker's landing?

The ones that fish
in the flatboat?

The same.

Now, if you were
going into a channel

as people to
San Francisco Bay,

would you be apt to cover

your running lights
with oilskins?

Definitely sounds fishy.

Channel's clear.

The little
lady's waiting.

Tell Joe
to shove off.

They're shoving off
now, Jim.

I better tail them.

Right. I'll wait until
the foot traffic dies down

then have another
look-see at that warehouse.

I'll meet you
back here, Artie.

Hey, you young whelp,
come here.

Better look after your nets
over there by the wheel.

Someone's been tampering
with the floats.

Come on, man,

put your back to it.

Fight the bit of tide.

There you go.

Monsters.

Find a new home for you.

All right.
Hurry, hurry up.

There you are,
my darling.

♪ Oh, ho ♪

♪ Blow the man down,
Please ♪

♪ Blow the men
Down to me ♪

This is no place
for you

this time of the night,
old timer.

I'll be moving along
soon enough, young whelp.

You got a light?

♪ Way hey ♪

♪ Blow the men down ♪

♪ Oh blow ♪

That thing never did
draw too good.

Ready to give
the little lady a ride?

Put her aboard.

Here's your route.

When you get
to Fresno,

check into
the Royal Hotel.

As soon as we get
a new field man,

he'll contact you.

Let's go, boys.

Yah.

Where are you headed?

Fresno.

Unh-unh.

Where?

Presidio Police Station.

Keep your eyes
on the road.

Hold that for me,
sweetheart.

I'll be back
for it later.

Betsy.

Betsy.

Betsy, wake up,
honey.

Betsy?

Betsy, I'm gonna
take you home.

You understand me?

I'm going to take you home
to your father.

Take him, Lance.

Stay right where you are.

You're all under arrest.

Mr. West,

I appreciate all
you're trying to do.

But please try
to understand.

This ransom note

is very clear.

We've all got to stop
investigating this case,

and you and Mr. Gordon
have got to leave it right away,

or Betsy's
going to be killed.

I understand how
you feel, Mr. Jeffers,

but they're not
going to release Betsy.

By now, she probably
knows too much.

What they want is
time to reorganize.

Let's give them time.

Betsy may not be killed.

Believe me,
I do know how you feel,

but I have to take my orders
from Washington.

Mr. Jeffers, you're gonna
have to trust me.

I'll get Betsy back.

Welcome to the club, Mr. West.

You were much
too thorough

for your own
good, Mr. West.

Not really.

I fell for you
and Betsy's kidnapping act.

That was no act
on her part.

She's next door
at Tucker's place right now,

genuinely scared.

Betsy knows nothing
of what's going on here.

She'll find
the truth out soon

if Tucker hasn't
told her already.

Tucker takes orders from me.

And he just might be useful

in this final move.

I'll order him

to burn this warehouse down,

you included.
At just the right moment,

as a desperate father

and an outraged citizen,

I'll shoot him,

rescue my daughter Betsy
amidst the cheers

and congratulations
of San Francisco citizens.

Burning all your bridges
behind you, so to speak.

Tucker is expendable.

Gentlemen,
you've caused me

considerable
inconvenience,

but I shall meet with Hassan
within an hour,

and we shall reorganize
the operation.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I must leave you.

I don't think so,
Mr. Jeffers.

Tucker.

Expendable, am I?

Tucker,

I was just talking.

You picked the wrong words,
Mr. Jeffers.

Never did trust him,

ever since he killed
his old man,

Tom Cass.

But Jeffers idea about
the fire is a good one.

By the time they discover
which one of you is which,

I'll be in New Orleans

setting up a new
boll weevil operation.

Hassan's syndicate

will do business with me

just as well as he did
with that scum.

Ringo,

go on out to the carriage
and wait for me.

As soon as I
make a bonfire

out of this warehouse,

I'll join you.

What about Betsy?

She'll burn as well as
the rest of you dummies.

She can't hurt you,
Tucker.

Not when she's dead, she can't.

When you're done on one side

be sure and turn over.

You'll make
better-looking corpses.

Boy, he really
burns me up.

Artie, come on.
Let's get out of here.

Yeah.

You're right.

You know,
it's no wonder that

that smuggling operation

worked as well as it did...

...with Jeffers
the commissioner of harbors.

Yeah, Artie,
but the question is

how do we tell
his daughter?

First thing's first.

We got to get her
out of here...

...from next door.

You go get her, Artie.
Yeah.

I'm going to Jeffers'.
That's probably where

Tucker's gonna
meet Hassan.

Help!

Oh! Oh!

Oh, Mr. Gordon, may I say

I'm awfully glad
to see you.

Betsy, you may say
anything you wish.

Can we get
out of here?

You have just said
the right thing, Betsy.

Here's to
our partnership.

We'll build
a new network,

stronger than ever.

My syndicate has never

doubted your value,
Tucker.

Jeffers was weak,

untrustworthy.

Let me show you
the cornerstone

of our future success.

Thanks, Artie.

Where's Betsy?

I dropped her off
at her aunt's

on the way over here.

Did you tell her
the news?

Yeah. She took
it very bravely,

but it's a rough shock

to hear about
your father.

Especially at her age.

I think Betsy will
come through it

with flying colors.

Well, Artie,

what are we gonna do
with these two?

You know,

I was told that
San Francisco

held more delights

than any city
west of Saint Louis,

and here you are

proving that claim
a reality.

Well, it's not
every visitor

who brings his own train,
Mr. Gordon.

Oh, it comes
with the territory.

And now...

Hi, Artie.

James.

Good evening, miss.

Hi.

I thought this was
supposed to be dinner for two.

Artie, I've got something

to give this evening
real meaning.

Oh, fine.

Huh?

Hassan's boll weevils.

Samson, Delilah.

Joanne and I find that
utterly fascinating.

Now, if you just be good
enough to take that and-

Uh, Washington
wanted them

to have tests.

I got to thinking
about them

looking longingly
at each other.

Yeah, and you
decided that

before they meet
their eventual doom,

they ought to get to know
one another better.

That's very kind
of you, James.

Now, if you just
be good enough-

Oh, look.

They do like
each other.

Yes, they do.

They really do.

Joanne, the wine
is getting warm, dear.

Artie,

have you no romance
in your soul?

Yes, I do.

That's why I only have
enough pheasant for two.

Who could think of food

at a moment like this?

That's right, Joannie.

You think just like I do.