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Senator Rawls.

Good of you to come, Jim.

You said it was urgent, sir.

Urgency and the Secret
Service seem to go together.

Well, this urgency could
spell a lot of trouble.

It could threaten the
entire United States.

Well, how does
your niece fit in, sir?

I don't know... not quite.

This, uh, fiancé of hers,
uh, Talbot, he's always been

a wild, unstable person,

in and out of all
sorts of problems.

But Lola won't
accept it that way.

She won't believe it.

Won't believe it?

Won't believe that, uh, Talbot

has finally thrown
her over, jilted her.

I don't mean to
be impolite, sir,

but how does a
broken love affair

threaten the security
of the United States?

Well, Lola is going to
tell you a bizarre tale...

Weird, if you will.

You know, I was hoping that,

without being unkind to her,

you could give her
some perspective...

on the truth of Talbot
throwing her over.

Except...

Except what, Senator?

Except I believe that
what she's going to tell you

is the frightening truth.

Room 406, sir?

Miss Bracer, I'm James West.

For the first time in my life,

it's been a pleasure to
hear a woman scream.

Won't you come in?

I ask you, Mr. West,

is that the letter of a man

trying to break his engagement?

"The elite class

"will rule the world
for the strong only.

"No place for the weak.

"The government is decadent.

We shall form our own empire."

I must say,

your fiancé has some
peculiar political sentiments.

From Mars, Nevada.

I can't find it on the map.

Well, this postmark is genuine.

He ought to be easy to locate.

How did Jack Talbot get
involved with General Grimm?

Then you believe me.

Well, those three men in
the hall a few minutes ago

were a strong
argument in your favor.

Yes, I believe you.

Jack met this man who
calls himself General Grimm

about four months ago.

He wouldn't talk much about it,

but when he did, he was
excited, almost feverish.

Once, I recall, he said that
this Grimm was recruiting men

who had the same
ideas, the same purpose,

from all over the country.

And then he just disappeared.

And except for that letter, I
haven't heard from him since.

I'll do what I can
for you, Miss Bracer.

Please...

Please find him.

He's either gone mad or
is in the hands of madmen.

I'm terrified for his safety.

If half the things in
that letter are true,

I'm more concerned

for the safety of
the United States.

Mars, Nevada, Jim.

Got your horse
waiting outside for you.

That's Mars, Nevada?

Friendly little place, isn't it?

Sun, sand, cactus, gila
monsters and rattlesnakes...

Ideal place for a honeymoon.

There's no such girl. I know.

The map charts the place
about eight miles from here.

There's a railroad
siding about six.

Pull over some place;
I'll get word to you.

Suppose you don't?

Artemus, you're going
to have to do something

about that gloomy
outlook of yours.

No, no, I'm just being selfish.

You know, after a certain point,

the siding starts
to lose its charm.

I might want to run up to...

San Francisco, Chicago.

Try reading a book.

Hey, Jim?

Hmm?

Listen, where you're going

without wine, women or
song, you might want a smoke.

Little tobacco I
blended for you, special.

Thanks.

I will ask that question again:

The names of the
others to whom you wrote.

No one, only her.

Down.

Bring him up.

The others, Talbot.

She was... she was the only one.

This time I will leave
you under for 15 minutes.

Death to all
enemies of the cause!

The truth, Talbot!

I only wrote one
letter, General.

All right, I believe you.

That's all I wanted to hear.

However, Talbot, I'm going
to use you as an example.

Because you violated...
the rule of secrecy,

you will spend one
week in the hot box.

Take him down.

Dismount.

State your business, mister.

I want to join up.

Depends on who you are.

Being only a sentry,

you don't decide, then, do you?

I didn't like that, mister.

We're all equal here,
not like out there...

Where to some men, you're dirt.

Look, if they accept me,

that means you and I are
going to be on the same side.

Let's not start out on
the wrong foot, friend.

All right.

The main building's
straight ahead.

Thank you.

Ask for Sergeant Musk.

The main building...

and if you go to
one side or the other,

I'll put a bullet in the
back of your head.

Knowing Jack Talbot

isn't a point in
your favor, mister.

He's weak and unreliable.

I don't want to start

on the wrong foot
with you, my dear.

You will address me
as Sergeant Musk.

As long as I'm still a civilian,

I'd like to think of you as a
woman rather than as, um,

a superior officer.

While I am on duty,

you will not look upon
me as a woman, Mr. West.

I'll fight the impulse.

Jack Talbot's a friend of mine.

I would hardly
call him unreliable.

Come with me.

Take a good look.

Who are they?

Men like you,

who said they wanted to belong.

They failed.

It's easier to get in

than it is to get out, I see.

Then what is your reason
for wanting to get in?

I like strong causes.

There's no room in
the world for weak ones.

The weak ones don't
survive here, civilian.

And another thing...

There is equality for women.

Like I said, the
strong should rule.

You better believe
that, civilian...

for the next thousand years.

We'll requisition your horse

and I'll take your gun.

You can pick up a
uniform and supplies

from the quartermaster
and report to B barracks.

Thank you for
accepting me, Sergeant.

You're not accepted,
you're just... in.

So you're the new fish.

Quite a studious group.

Attention!

At ease.

This is Private West.

He's a friend of Jack Talbot's.

That's right.

I've been looking for Jack.

Anybody know where he is?

I forgot, secrecy.

Our greatest weapon.

Talbot forgot.

Talbot's a weakling.

There ain't no room
here for weaklings...

and unreliable, yellow scum.

That's how it is, huh?

This is a fighting
outfit, Private.

Your friend Talbot

was a lousy, no-good traitor.

Anybody else?

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

All right,

get this place straightened up!

Mess call in ten minutes!

Taps is 21:00!

Anyone outside
barracks after that is shot.

Private West.

Are you really a
friend of Jack's?

Yes, I am.

Keep your voice down.

You've got to help him.

He's out there in that hotbox.

He'll die if you
don't get him out.

I'll do all I can.

Please.

Enter.

State your business, Sergeant.

Sir, I wish to report

that I am most favorably
impressed with the new man.

Good, good.

However, at the moment we have

a much more pressing problem.

Talbot's letter was delivered
to, uh, a Miss Lola Bracer,

in room 406 of the Mission
Hotel in San Francisco.

Miss Bracer has an uncle...

Senator Rawls...

Chairman of the Senate
Military Affairs Committee.

Through Rawls, the
girl was able to contact...

a member of the Secret Service.

Do we have any idea who
that might be, General?

Unfortunately... we do not.

As yet.

As I told you, General...

I saw him once.

But his face, I'll
never forget his face.

Good, good.

Keep it moving!

Next.

I said "next"!

Good, good.

Keep it moving.

Next!

Pretty good for your first try.

You catch on quick.

Next.

The way you bounced me

should make up
for last night, huh?

Harder... hit him harder!

Forget it.

We're fighting for
the same cause.

Some outfit over there.

In the new society,
women will be equal.

Those are equal now...

Shoot and fight
with the best of us.

They'll never
know what hit them.

I hope it happens soon.

They'll wake up in the morning,

not even know what happened.

Who said it was
going to be at night?

Well, why not?

Night's the best time.

It offers surprise...
Attack or retreat.

That's the way I figure it.

The General does
all the figuring here.

And if you're smart,

you'll say, "Yes,
sir" or "No, sir"

when you meet him
in the canteen tonight.

Hut two, three, four,
hut two, three, four.

Detail... halt!

Dismissed.

Jenny.

If I'm going to rescue Talbot,

you're going to have to help.

Anything.

I don't think he can live
in there one more night.

There's a man that's liable

to recognize me any moment.

I've got a friend not
too far from here.

We've got to get
a message to him.

All right, you two, break it up.

You're both on duty.

There isn't any way.

Freeze.

Hands off and hands up.

Slowly.

A little bit higher if
you would, please.

Very good.

Now, if you'd be good enough

to just turn around... slowly.

Sandy O'Brien, you musty old...

Cavalry captain, you!

Why didn't you say something?

Well, you never
gave me a chance.

And I know what a
nervous fellow you are

with a gun in your hand.

Oh, these are
nervous times, friend.

Not like they used to be,

oh... not at all.

That's why I rode out.

The post has orders

to deliver a patrol to
you any time you want.

Oh, not yet, I haven't
heard from Jim.

We go riding into Grimm's
place at the wrong time,

it could be very bad for him.

I don't know what
kind of a fix he's in.

So, what are you going to do?

Try reading a good book.

Attention!

The day is almost at hand.

Doomsday will come!

Doomsday will come!

Tonight, two more scouts

will leave the post at midnight.

I call for volunteers.

I volunteer, sir.

Commendable,
Private, but premature.

I volunteer, sir!

And I, sir.

Very good.

The two of you will report to me

immediately after this
exercise is concluded

for further instructions.

And now Private West.

Yes, sir?

You are our newest recruit.

You have not had
the intensive training

and instruction I've
given the others.

It would be military folly

to allow you to accompany
us if you're unqualified.

You'll be given
the opportunity now

to prove whether you are fit

to join our ranks.

And the rest of you...

However long this
demonstration continues,

I want you to examine
your own skills.

Ask yourself if you're prepared.

Not only in the standard
forms of military close combat...

but to expect

the unexpected!

Enough!

Private West, you're accepted.

You did unexpectedly
well, Private.

Thank you, sir.

My doctrine is quite simple.

Strategy and tactics
are... nonsense.

All that really matters

is the superiority of
soldier over soldier

in close, personal combat,
with the element of surprise.

An interesting doctrine, sir.

Perhaps after we've taken over,

I'll have the leisure
for a... a passage

at arms with you.

You'll find it
quite instructive.

I think he's really quite mad.

Why the dress and
the Cavalry uniform?

Well, we're a Cavalry trooper
and his wife, transferred.

We're to penetrate
the fort at Gold Town,

establish ourselves
and wait for the signal.

What kind of signal?

I don't know.

Well, what happens
when you get the signal?

We set off an explosion...
Blow up the munitions depot.

But nobody knows
when, except the general.

How many have
gone out before you?

Oh, perhaps a hundred.

Do you know where they are now?

No.

There's a railroad siding
six miles outside of Mars.

I want you to go there.

I'll try.

There's a private
railroad car...

A friend of mine
named Artemus Gordon.

Tell him everything you know.

What about the trooper?

He'll take care of the trooper.

Jenny, come on.

We're leaving in an hour.

I'll get him out.

Private.

You should be in the canteen.

I didn't know.

You're supposed to
be enjoying yourself.

Is that an order?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

That's not very military!

You said enjoy yourself.

This is not according
to the Blue Manual.

What do I get, 50 lashes?

Oh... about your punishment...

Uh, we'll discuss that later.

Be my pleasure, Sergeant.

Who are you?

A friend of your fiancée's.

I shouldn't have written.

But I wanted to
tell her how great...

how great it would
be when we took over.

What's Grimm's plan?

How does he plan to take over?

You have no right
asking that question.

He leads, we follow.

His word is final.

You ought to know,
you're one of us.

Or are you?

Maybe he was right.

My letter did fall into
the wrong hands...

The government!

If you don't keep
your voice down,

we'll never get out of here.

He was right.

She showed it to you
and you're not one of us.

You're here to spy on us!

Spy! Help! Traitor!

Spy!

Traitor!

Spy!

Traitor!

Private, what is
the meaning of this?

I heard groaning, sir.

He was crying, "Spy, traitor."

Thought he needed help.

Uh, he must be
delirious, out of his head.

Was.

He's dead, sir.

Pick a burial detail.

And henceforth, Private,

leave things as you find them.

Yes, sir.

Well, this has spoiled

the evening's entertainment.

You will leave immediately.

General.

That's the man, General.

He's a Secret Service agent.

Well, that explains a good deal.

There's no question.

I said I never would
forget his face.

That is him.

Let's give Private
West his head a bit.

We'll find out what he's about,

who his friends are,

what information they may have.

It might be very helpful.

Presently... he will die.

Oh, Mr. Gordon?

Yes.

Oh, how do you do?

How do you do?

Uh... I'm afraid you have
the advantage of me,

Miss, uh...

Oh, this is George.

Uh, I'm Jenny.

We're very informal
here in the West.

Oh, yes, of course.

Won't you come in?

Uh, thank you.

Uh, Artemus Gordon

is our general's
head of intelligence.

I have a message
for you, Mr. Gordon.

Oh, really?

From the, uh, general?

But straight from the general.

Why, George!

You shut it.

General Grimm has
no head of intelligence.

He does it all himself.

We should have
figured about you.

You and that dirt, Talbot.

You don't fall in love
with a man like Talbot.

Not in General Grimm's army.

All right, spill out
who you are, mister.

Well, of course,

that's, uh, easy
enough to explain.

Start explaining, mister.

Oh, I'd be glad to.

Now, if you'd just turn
your head a little to the right

and lower your eyes somewhat.

Tell me what you see.

Them pistols.

Well, "them pistols" are
loaded with real, live bullets.

So what?

So, they're
pointed right at you,

and I suggest you put
your gun up, trooper.

That's big talk.

They're over here
and you're over there.

All I do is pull
this trigger once

and you never
get to those pistols.

Oh, brilliant
deduction, trooper,

except that I don't have
to get from here to there.

Watch.

Now, in the same way

that I was able to
point those guns at you,

I can fire them.

And if, for any reason,

my foot leaves this button...

Such as your shooting
me, for instance...

You'll be blasted
right out that window.

Now, you going to be a hero

and take all six bullets
from each pistol?

Or do you want to hand
me that gun butt-end first?

That's clear thinking, trooper.

Come over here, Jenny.

Now, you point
that gun right at him,

and if he so much
as blinks wrong...

shoot him.

Now, what about Jim West?

He's waiting for doomsday.

It's serious.

There's a man at the
fort who can identify him.

It's only a matter of time.

If the general finds out,

he'll toy with him for a
while and then kill him.

Well, I've got other
ideas about that, Jenny.

Now, you keep the
trooper here company.

I'll send word for your relief.

Right now I have to
keep another appointment

for somebody else's doomsday.

So long, trooper.

♪ Ha-ha-ha, you and me ♪

♪ Little brown jug,
how I love thee! ♪

♪ Ha-ha-ha, you and me ♪

♪ Little brown jug,
how I love thee! ♪

When the right flank was turned,

all he had to do was
drive through their center,

and split them in two.

He still took quite a risk, sir.

Risk, you say?

Ridiculous.

When your individual soldier

is superior to the enemy's
individual soldier, the outcome

is a foregone conclusion.

There's still
something to be said

for conventional
tactics and strategy.

Individual close combat,

aided by subterfuge,
that is the...

He rode up to the front gate

and demanded to
see you, General.

Colonel Cross at
your service, sir.

And just who is Colonel Cross?

A soldier for the truth...

At the moment without a leader.

You mean you're from
an organization like this?

Correct, Private.

We were the Patriots.

General G.M. Wilson commanding.

Operating out
of the Black Hills.

And what brings you
here, Colonel Cross?

We were attacked by Indians.

Only two of us
managed to escape.

I left the other man in Kansas.

This afternoon I met a
cavalryman and his wife.

They saw my uniform
and questioned me.

Suggested finally that I might
be of some service to you here.

So you want to join us.

I have never heard
of... Colonel Cross.

Secrecy is our
greatest advantage.

Isn't it, General?

What is the creed of
the Patriots, Colonel?

Keep this great nation pure.

See to it that power
always belongs

to the right kind of people.

Obey with courage
and without question.

We were just speaking
about bold thinking

and bravery,
weren't we, Private?

Yes, sir.

Let us see, Colonel,
just how much

you believe in what you say.

Give this man your revolver.

Against that wall
you will find an ax.

You will hold that
ax at five paces,

in front of your face,
the blade outward

and vertical.

You, Private...
will fire one shot.

If it hits the blade properly,

the bullet will be split

and will pass on either
side of the colonel's head.

You will wait for my command.

Fire!

Let us drink to Colonel Cross!

Victory!

Thank you very much, thank you.

I have to see you.

Nothing to it, Private.

Glad you're a fair shot.

Colonel, that was the bravest,

coolest thing I've
ever seen in my life.

Well, thank you very
much, uh... Sergeant.

Uh... very kind of you.

And I think such bravery
should be rewarded.

Well, I would...

Oh, I've never kissed
a colonel before.

That's all right,

I've never kissed
a soldier before.

Oh, well, you're
not going to let rank

stand in your way?

Well, I'm afraid I must.

Ten-hut!

Beer, Colonel?

Well, thank you, Private.

You've got a pretty
fair steady hand there.

"Patriots."

Where'd you dream that one up?

Well, what could I call them?

The Traitors?

We know the general
is infiltrating army posts.

Forged papers for a
replacement and his wife.

We got to find out which ones

and when they plan to attack.

He's planning to overthrow

the entire United States
Army in the Southwest.

Wait a minute, then follow me.

These are the forged
papers, all right.

Here's one for the
arsenal at Coulterville.

Another one...

another one for the
remount depot at Harley.

Don't, Colonel Cross!

That's enough, Mr. West.

I've known for some
time who you are.

And this, of course,

is one of your colleagues.

This is my associate,
Mr. Artemus Gordon.

Delighted to meet you.

Go!

Sound the alarm!

This man is a spy.

Send a patrol after Cross.

Yes, sir.

You had me really

believing you...

that you were one of us.

But you lied... and that
hurts worse than the truth.

Private West...

you will be executed at
dawn by a firing squad.

Squad... halt!

About face!

Read the charges.

"Private James West,

"you have been accused

"of the crime of espionage.

The finding of
the court is guilty."

Proceed!

Kneeling positions!

Ready...

Sergeant?

Am I allowed a last request?

Perhaps.

If it's reasonable and quick.

A smoke, perhaps?

Very well.

My hands, please.

Easy.

At least your hands are steady.

Match?

Close the gates!

Search all the buildings!

Cover everything!

Come on, get the gates!

There he goes!

Come on, get him!

Alert the guard at the gate!

After the slight postponement,

the execution will continue.

General Grimm.

Be brief.

Does your unit
know that they've lost

their most valuable
weapon: secrecy?

That my colleague is riding

into army posts right now

to warn them?

Silence!

No, let him continue.

I didn't tell them, Private,

because your friend...

does not know our plans.

He doesn't know
what posts to warn.

How about Gold Town?

The arsenal?

The remount station?

Among others.

But he doesn't
know when we strike.

Dawn.

The day after tomorrow.

Granted, you have uncovered

a great deal of information.

But neither you nor the army

know which of
their men are mine.

They don't have to know.

The cavalry will
just ride in here.

They won't wait
for you, General.

Exactly.

Leaving their post

in the hands of but a few men,

which will make it
that much easier for us.

Nothing will stop us now.

In the next three days,

all the power in this
part of the country

will be passed into the hands

of the right people...
Right-thinking people.

Meaning you.

Yes.

And we will begin
the establishment...

of a firm, orderly,
disciplined government.

You once said that when
your individual soldier

was superior to the enemy's,

the outcome was a
foregone conclusion.

General, I challenge you.

Under the circumstances,
out of the question.

Well, I can understand
you being careful, cautious...

afraid.

Private, if you prefer a more
painful form of execution,

stand easy.

We will begin as we are.

Whenever you're
ready, Private West.

Musk, a weapon!

Musk, a weapon!

Musk!

Now! Now!

The unexpected, Mr. West,

to add a little spice
to the struggle.

Stiff?

Yeah.

And sore.

Why not... you covered 47 miles.

Yeah, it didn't seem
to bother the horse

as much as it did me.

Well, at least you
got the cavalry there

before Grimm's people
managed to scatter.

You know, he might
have succeeded.

Nah.

Not in the long run.

He couldn't.

He had the
opportunity to strike,

get himself established.

Would have taken a lot of lives

to get him rooted out.

Maybe so.

Let's go.

Yeah.

Well, ladies.

Won't you sit down, please?

Thank you very much,

but if it's all the same to you,

I'll stand.

We'll be in Carson City soon.

This was to be our big day.

Everything we'd
worked so hard for.

It was a pretty dream.

Pretty?

You find that hard to believe.

You're a man.

At the academy I was somebody.

I was equal.

Now...

This is just an odd uniform.

It'll draw stares

as I get off the train,

and I'm... just a woman.

Equality or not,
don't belittle it.

No, indeed.

Fortunately, General Grimm made

very complete preparations

for me to become
a cavalryman's wife.

Oh!

Have you got any rouge?

Yes.

How much time

before we get into Carson City?

Oh, about half an hour, maybe.

Half an hour?

Oh, I'll never be ready.

On your way, gentlemen.

This is women's work.

What else have you got?

So much for equality.

Feminine equality.

It's ridiculous.

That man Grimm
must have been insane.