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Mr. West, Cottonwood's been
a town here for a long time.

It was here
before you came,

and it'll be here
after you're gone.

Not that we don't appreciate
your interest, Mr. West.

It's not my interest in
Cottonwood that's important.

It's the Vipers' interest
in Cottonwood that counts.

Well, now, they ain't
bothered us so far, have they?

There have been 11 raids
on Kansas towns.

Banks robbed, people murdered
in the streets.

It ain't happened here
in Cottonwood,

and it ain't likely to.

Not with me and my deputies
running things.

What you're asking is

for me to practically
deputize the whole town

for something that
might not never happen.

Sheriff, these 11 towns
are part of a pattern.

And your town
is in that pattern.

You could be
knocked off today.

Mr. West, you sure are
a calamity-hollerer.

The next thing
you'll tell me

is them Vipers could even
be sneaking up on us

in that bank wagon
over there.

Bank wagon?

That's funny.

That armored wagon wasn't
due in here till 4:00.

Joe!

Whoa!

Hold it!

Now,
drop those gun belts.

Driver,
get down from there.

Drop that money.

Hyah!

Let's help get these
wounded men to the doctor.

Come on. Hit him.

Come on.
Let him have it.

Fight back there.
Come on.

Come on. Hit him.

Break.
Hey, come on.

Break 'em up, man.
Break 'em up.

Come on.
Hit him.

I am deeply
and sincerely appreciative

that The St. Louis Journal

thinks enough
of our little community

to send the famous
Ned Buntline

to do a story on us.

Well, you're news,
Mayor Beaumont.

Miss Conover
and her three newspapers

throughout the state
have seen to that.

I am so glad to hear you
say that, Mr. Buntline.

But the people need to
know-They should know

-that there's at least
one elected official

who stands for clean,
honest government.

Well, I think
it's pretty obvious

to any thinking,
honest citizen

why the town of Freedom is
the only one of its size

that has never been hit
by the Viper gang.

Well, look, that's all
very flattering.

But as far
as I'm concerned,

I consider myself
the hired hand of the citizens.

And they have every right
to expect

an honest day's
work for an honest-

Let him have it.

Uh...I never
forget a face.

I know yours.

I just can't quite
place the name.

Now, don't tell me.
It'll come to me, uh-

West, James West. Right?
Government agent.

What makes the government
so interested

in our little community,
Mr. West?

Oh, Mr. West, this is
our sheriff, Dave Cord.

Uh, Miss Conover.

And Mr. Buntline
you've met already.

Of course.

And I'm
Vance Beaumont.

Oh, you're the mayor
of Freedom.

I've heard many things
about you, mayor.

All good,
I'm happy to say.

And I about you.

A while back, I asked
a simple question.

It appears I missed
your answer, Mr. West.

I didn't give you
an answer, sheriff.

what's a government agent doing

out our way?

Well, you might say
I'm viper hunting.

Vipers are pretty dangerous,
they tell me.

Especially
them two-legged kind.

Yeah.
That's what I heard.

It's been a pleasure.

Let him have it!
Come on!

Come on!

Poor devil's
no match for Klaxton.

No one ever is.

Oh, I wish...

Oh, come on, mayor.

You know better than
to hold out on a reporter.

You wish what?

Well, I just wish
the good citizens of Freedom

could find some other way
of amusing themselves

besides watching this kind
of roman spectacle.

Oh, that settles it.

I'm going to tell Moriarity
to stop it. Excuse me.

Of course.

Isn't that ridiculous?

What?

Greatest
of all tragedies,

I seem to have come off
without any cigars.

Would you excuse me
while I make a purchase?

Of course.
Thank you.

Let me have
a beer.

Did a little snooping.

Found out
that brass key

belongs to one of
the lockers back there.

Nice going.
Well, thanks a lot.

The only problem is
there's so many jokers there-

Uh.

-I couldn't take the time
to find out which one.

Quite a fight, Artie.

He was
really overmatched.

Well, ladies and gentlemen,

ladies and gentlemen,

it seems in the midst
of the whole thing

the young lad decided
to take off

to the land of Nod
for 40 winks.

All right, now,

the standing offer of
the establishment still holds.

$100 in gilt-edged coin
of the realm

for any bucko who can go
a full three rounds

with Master Klaxton here.

All right, come on.
Step up.

Who'll be the first?

Well, now.

Now, please, please,
ladies and gentlemen, please!

If you're going to wrangle
and argue among yourselves

for the honor of squaring away
with Master Klaxton here,

we'll just have to settle
the matter by drawing straws.

All right, now,
let's see here, um...

Well, there's a big
bruiser of a lad.

How about you, tiger?

All right.
Now, let's see, uh...

Ah, now there's
a fine broth of a boy.

Two down
and one to go.

Now...

Oh, how about you?

What do you say,
my lad?

You look just right.

He's trying to sucker you
into that ring.

You know that,
don't you?

Bless his
little heart.

Bless his
little heart?

Well, you need some time
to try that key out,

don't you?

I'll empty this hall,
Artie.

You're on.

The chief doesn't want
your playmate around

for a return bout.

You understand?

I'll murder him.

That's the ticket.

Just in case you have
any trouble...

Come on, Jack.
Get in there and get him.

Come on, Jack.

Come on.

Come on, let's go!

Come on! Hit him!

Foul!

Foul!

Oh, that's as dirty a stunt
as I've ever seen.

Come on.
You gotta get up and fight.

Mayor Beaumont,

I demand you put a stop
to that deplorable fight.

Do you now?

I begged you
to stop it before,

but you wouldn't
hear of it.

Now it would take
the seventh cavalry

to separate those two.

Come on, West.
Get up and wall him one.

Come on! Hit him!

Let him have it!
Come on!

Stand aside, everyone.
I'm calling on you to make way.

Mr. West,
you're under arrest.

Is there
any particular reason?

How's this for a starter?

Disturbing the peace,

fighting in a municipal area,
endangering citizens' safety,

and inciting a riot.

What happened to littering,
loitering, and singing off-key?

Cord!

There's no need

for this kind of
rough stuff, sheriff.

Mr. West
is no lawbreaker.

Yeah, well, municipal statutes
four, 11, 12, and 18 says he is.

Seems I'm guilty
of all of them, mayor.

Well, I suppose
technically you are.

But sheriff,
this whole thing

grew out of
a prizefight

between Mr. West
and Klaxton.

Now, you just hold on,
Mr. Mayor.

I'm recalling a day
a year back

when you came to me
and asked me to pin on this star

and clean up a town that had
done a real outstanding job

of attracting every
high-stepping, fancy-baggage,

greasy card artist

and bushwhacker-for-hire
in the state.

At the time you told me
I'd never have to hold my fire.

You changing the ground rules
at this late date?

Crusading mayor and fearless
straight-shooting sheriff.

Prime ingredients
of the recipe

Freedom has served up
to an admiring world.

What?

How's that for
a lead-in to my story?

Uh, you met
Mr. Buntline,

famous writer from
The St. Louis Journal.

Here to do a series
of articles on Freedom.

Freedom:

a town that's leaped
into national prominence

because of its honesty
with an absolute bang!

Stacey,
get the other deputies!

Hey, which way's
the fight?

Fight?
That way.

Come on!
Hyah!

That- That sheriff of yours

is really something
of a sketch, isn't he?

You think so?
Yeah.

Mr. Buntline, you know
the mythological stables

that Hercules
cleaned up?

Ah, the, uh, Augean stables,
wasn't it?

Well, that's what
Freedom was

before Dave Cord
rolled up his sleeves.

It was a cesspool where
anything could happen.

Anything violent,
illegal, murderous.

And if you're still
taking notes,

you can take
this quote from me.

Dave Cord
cleaned up the mess

and only Dave Cord
could have done it.

There's no one
I'd rather have at my side

when there's an important
job to be done.

Like, for instance,

when you're running
the entire state of Kansas.

What?

Mr. Buntline,
as you know,

I inherited
three newspapers.

And I work at the business
of running them.

Oh, we at The Journal
know them well, Miss Conover.

May I say know them and
read them with much pleasure.

That's probably not true,
but thank you just the same.

Anyway, the people in
this state do read them,

and they're
influenced by them.

And as of today,

all three papers
are coming out,

urging that Vance Beaumont
become our next governor.

Oh.

Now listen to me.

We don't want
to see Mr. West

around here
ever again.

You understand?

Now I just got word
from the chief himself.

The gist of
the conversation was

that when the civic-minded
posse comes upon Mr. West,

he'll put up
a fierce resistance,

which will result
in the poor lad expiring

in a hail of bullets.

You got it?

Now get going.

Oh.

Well, it's you,
is it?

Jack, the giant killer,
himself.

Well, uh,
come in, Mr. West.

Come in.

Thank you, Mr. Moriarity.
That's very kind of you.

How'd you know
my name was West?

How- How did I know
your name was West?

Well, um-

I must have heard
someone say it.

The chief maybe?

Chief?

And, uh,
who might that be?

I don't know,
but you're gonna tell me.

Ah! Your money.

Of course, you came
for your hard-earned money.

Sure.

The way
you laced into Klaxton

is something I'll be telling
the boys around here

for many
a long winter evening.

Allow me.

Uh, look, Mr. West,
you got $100 coming, right?

Now, no one ever said Moriarity
welshed on a business deal.

I'll go get it.

Better save your money.

You're gonna need it
to buy things

when you get to prison.

Prison, you say?
Now, wait, I-

I forgot to tell you.

You're under arrest for being
the Viper's bookkeeper.

Now, listen, Mr. West,

I was never mixed up
in that rough stuff.

Honest, I wasn't.
You want a break?

Yeah. I mean, I-

Prison's not for me,
you know.

I'm not
that young anymore.

Oh, I'll give you
a break.

Just tell me
who the chief is.

Now, drop that gun
and come down here real slow.

Let's go.

Well, hello, James.
How you been?

Fine.

There's been a lot of talk
around you in town.

You've become
quite a celebrity.

Oh, really?
Uh-huh.

Just what have they been
saying about me?

Well, you know,
the usual small talk.

You're a murderer.

Moriarity.

Yeah.

They're saying
that you did it

because he refused to give you
the prizefight money

and that you've been
on the run ever since.

Well,
whoever did do it

did it because he was
the bookkeeper of the Vipers.

Maybe he was
a lot more.

Yeah, I get the feeling
that we're getting warmer too.

Although I certainly
didn't find out enough

back there in that dressing
room to pin any hopes on.

I did find out that the key
fit locker number 36.

When I checked that,
it was empty...

except for this.

I started to check this out
when I was interrupted.

Interesting design.

What are you dressed for?

Oh, I'm having
dinner with

his nibs the mayor
and the fair Nadine.

I figure on leaving early,
though,

and I'll go back and have
another whack at the gym.

Artie, why don't you
cover that?

Let me cover the gym.

Now, look, the woods
are alive out there

with sheriff and deputy-types
all gunning for you.

Artie.

Lovely dinner,
wasn't it?

And I can't understand it.

Why, he seemed like
a thoroughly decent young man.

But then to go
and brutally murder

a harmless character
like Moriarity.

Maybe he wasn't
so harmless.

What?

Or maybe this young man,
uh- West?

didn't murder him.

No. No, I'm afraid
there's no doubt about that.

Sheriff Cord
has two witnesses

who heard the two of them
quarreling.

And later saw West running
from the scene.

Now what worries me is that
matters may get out of hand.

There's always someone

who starts agitating
for mob action.

After you're governor,

you'll be able
to do something about it

instead of just worrying.

We're back to that,
are we?

No, Nadine, as I will
keep on telling you,

I have a contract

with the people of Freedom
who elected me.

What a delightfully
charming young woman.

Uh, excuse me.

Nadine, please,
if you're determined

that I run for
the office of governor,

let's all discuss it
in the next room.

That's wonderful.

Come along, everybody!

Uh-huh.

Oh, Mr. Buntline,

well, you may be
the winner at billiards,

but the people
of the state of Kansas

are the real winners.

My friends, I give you
our next governor.

Oh, please,
Nadine.

Well, if that's so,
I can assure you

that my column
in The Journal

is going to make
much to-do about it.

The indomitable
Vance Beaumont,

Freedom's embattled mayor

who has stood unflinching
before battering waves of crime,

corruption, and violence,

today has
finally succumbed

to a force
far more powerful:

the voice of the people.

I wish I could
reprint that.

My dear lady,
it's yours.

Oh, Mr. Buntline.

Well, ahem, there's only one
way I can recover from that

and that's with a little bit
of my host's excellent brandy.

Allow me, sir.

No, no, no, please.

That's a chore I would
enjoy thoroughly myself.

Thank you...

governor.

Uh, but Mr. Buntline...

Mr. Beaumont,
you can't go now.

It's your turn.

All right, all right.

Settle down
and listen.

This time we're gonna
add something special

to the operation,

and I don't want
any slip-ups.

You get it?

You get it?!
Right.

All right.

Now...

Kimble.
Yes, sir?

What time did I say
we're gonna hit the bank?

11:30 tomorrow.

Very good.

Now, just to make sure there's
no interference with our work,

we're gonna create ourselves
a little diversion.

Colter, Lutz, now, you two
are gonna be riding point

with the wagon.

When you pass that schoolhouse,
you drop back,

you wait a minute,
and then you blow it up.

The schoolhouse?!

Yeah, the schoolhouse.

Now, Varney,
Yeah.

Slade,
Yeah.

when you pass
that barbershop,

you start blasting away
at anything that stirs.

Okay.

Okay. And Kimble,

when that wagon's
opposite the restaurant,

you make sure that cannon's
primed, loaded,

and ready to blast.

Well, well, well.

It's Mr. West himself.

Oh, don't mind me. Go ahead
with your meeting, sheriff.

You're under arrest
all over again.

Now, you know,
the folks around here

thought a heap
of Old Man Moriarity.

I'd hate to be
in your boots

when this case
comes up for trial.

You mean there's going
to be a trial?

It is Freedom, Mr. West.

We do things
right and proper here.

All right, get a box.

It's only fitting we give
Mr. West a real send-off.

Artie,
what do we know?

We know that
the Vipers

are going to blast
a bank tomorrow.

Yeah,
location unknown.

And we also know

that Cord has his assault
wagon booby-trapped

to go sky-high
anytime he wants it to.

It has all the smell
of good logic

that Beaumont is
the big chief of the Vipers

because I saw the blueprint
for that booby-trapped wagon

right in his
own sideboard.

Now...

tell me about that briefing
session again, will you?

Cord said that blasting
the schoolhouse

would be a diversion.

Check.

And that they were to blast
the barber shop,

Mm-hm.
the restaurant...

Artie.

Directly across from
the restaurant...

is the Freedom bank.

Now I know why Beaumont wants
to blow up his own wagon.

Because he wants to be
the governor.

Right. He lacks
only one ingredient.

He's got
all the money he needs,

built up a big,
political war chest

with all of the banks
that his gang has knocked off.

He's got Miss Conover's
newspapers squarely behind him.

The only problem is
he's still unknown.

So if Beaumont knocks off
the Vipers

when they make the mistake
of attacking Freedom...

He winds up a hero,
gets rid of a gang

that will be embarrassing
to him anyway.

Then he winds up squarely in
the governor's chair for sure.

Thank you very much
for your cooperation.

Just go home
and stay there.

The bank will be open
very shortly.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Hi, Jim.
Hi, Artie.

I don't understand
any of this, Mr. Buntline.

What is this all about?

Miss Conover,
I know I promised you

a story
you'd never forget.

I'm sorry I couldn't
give you any details,

but unfortunately,
we had to get here

before the Vipers.

The Vipers?
Yes.

You're not Ned Buntline,
are you?

No, I'm not. I'm Artemus Gordon,
United States Secret Service.

Vance Beaumont?

He's the head
of the Viper gang.

Don't listen to them, Nadine.
They're insane.

No, we're not.
We're just in a hurry.

Everything set, Jim?
Yeah.

See you later.

What's the meaning
of this, Mr. West?

In simple terms, this bank
is going to be blown up.

He's gonna become
the governor.

That's about the size
of it, isn't it?

He's mad.
Run for help.

I demand that you unlock
this door immediately.

Miss Conover, you should listen
to a few simple facts.

You think
you're responsible

for pushing him up
the political ladder?

Unlock this door.

My compliments.

Only I want you to know
he has only been using you.

Using me?

Vance Beaumont never dreamed
of running for governor

until I talked him
into it.

Correction. He's been running
for governor for years.

If he hadn't charmed you
into publicizing his campaign,

he would have found
someone else.

That is the truth,
isn't it, Beaumont?

There isn't
a word of truth in that.

Why are you watching
the clock, Beaumont?

Is it because you know
an assault wagon's

driving down this road

and going to blow this
bank sky-high at 11:30?

You're talking
in childish riddles.

Just about 11:30.

That assault wagon

should be on its way
any moment now.

That's outrageous.

Leave him alone,
Mr. West.

Can't you see
he's telling the truth?

If he's lying,
a lot of innocent children

are going to die
in a few moments.

That was the schoolhouse.

Here comes
the assault wagon.

No, false alarm.
Just a delivery wagon.

Please let me go.

It'll be here in
a minute.

Please.

But he said it was just
a delivery wagon.

This is it.

This is the assault wagon.

We have to get out now
before they open fire on us!

Get out of here.

West, what about me?

What about you?

What am I gonna do?!

West!

Hold it!

You men are
under arrest.

I've been sitting up here
watching it all, West!

You just put
my last two deputies away!

What do you want to bet
I can plug you

before you can do anything
about it?

Mr. West.