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Tell Professor Bolt

the governor has arrived.

Remind me to draft a letter

to Professor Bolt tomorrow,

thanking him for
this private showing.

Yes, sir.

I understand the statue

is a magnificent
work of art, Governor.

Oh?

A remarkable likeness of you.

Well, it had better be.

Otherwise, I can assure you,

there'll be no public
unveiling tomorrow night.

Hmm. Amazing.

What?

Hurry up.

Yes, ma'am.

Guard.

Call the carriage.

The governor will be
ready to leave soon.

And tell Professor Bolt

that the statue of the governor
is an excellent likeness.

Yep.

I think I'm going to be able

to build this thing so
it can be concealed

in either a...
ring or a stickpin.

"Priority."

"Clear... line."

"Urgent."

"Classification... most secret."

Give me the date,
time and route.

"Have received..."

"letter."

"Most critical subject."

"From Governor Bradford."

"Contact him immediately."

"Extend full cooperation."

"Secrecy vital."

"President Grant."

Governor Bradford again.

Yep.

Fine man.

Yeah, I like him very much.

I always had a great
deal of respect for him.

Oh, so do I.

So do I.

His taste, his judgments...

his ability to,
uh, select people.

I'm looking forward to
working with him again.

Artemus, you're a hypocrite.

Yeah!

So are you.

He just happens to have

one of the most
beautiful secretaries

I think I've ever seen.

Miss Piecemeal.

Mmm, it's been
over a year, though.

She, uh, might not even
be working for him anymore.

Oh, what an ugly thought.

If you could just
give me some idea

of what your
business is, Mr. West.

I'm afraid not, Miss Piecemeal.

The governor stressed
the need for secrecy.

The last time we met,

there was a frightful crisis.

I don't always mean trouble.

I know.

There were some
moments last time

I distinctly enjoyed.

The, uh, governor...

I'll see if he's free.

Thank you.

How's your nerve?

Holding up fine, so far.

Good.

There are two Secret Service
agents outside from Washington.

Oh.

Can't we...

Can't we tell them
the governor's busy?

He sent for them...

somehow, secretly,
without telling me.

Why?

Obviously,

he suspected something.

How much, I don't know.

I can't find out.

I...

I may have overestimated
the state of my nerve.

What'll I do?

Play along...

until we can find out

why they're here and
how much they know.

The governor and I met
them over a year ago.

He's on formal terms

with both of them.

One is called Artemus Gordon.

I'll be standing beside
the other... James West.

Be calm.

If there's any
trouble, we'll kill them.

The governor will see you now.

Thank you.

Mr. West.

Governor.

Good to see you again.

Good to see you, sir.

Mr. Gordon, how
long has it been?

A year since I saw you last?

Almost, sir.

Uh, sit down, gentlemen.

Thank you. Thank you.

The president told us that
according to your letter,

you had highly confidential
information for us.

O-Oh, I have no secrets
from Miss Piecemeal.

Now, how can we
help you, Governor?

Well...

You see, Mr. West,
there was no need

for us to play cat
and mouse outside.

I asked the governor
to write the president

because of threats
against his life.

But surely, sir, you
have the state militia.

There's a great deal more to it.

A-Allow me, please.

Mr. West, under the
present circumstances,

I cannot trust
the state militia.

You see, my death is
only part of a larger plot

to take over the entire
state government.

Do you have any
idea who's behind it?

Unfortunately, no.

Now, how did you find out?

An informant.

Who was that?

Well, I'm afraid I
can't divulge that.

In any event, he was killed.

Governor, you should
divulge everything

if we're to assist you, sir.

Mr. West,

I asked you and Mr. Gordon here

for one reason and one
reason only: protection.

The conspiracy cannot succeed

as long as I am alive.

Now, I am not
powerless, and given time,

I can deal with the
conspiracy in my own fashion.

But if I am to stay alive,

then I must have someone
guarding me whom I can trust

without reservation...
You and Mr. Gordon.

The first thing that
I would suggest

is that you cancel all
your public appearances.

Out of the question.

I must carry on
my normal routine

as if I didn't suspect a thing.

Besides, they're unveiling
a statue of me tonight

at the Bolt Museum, and I,
uh... I wouldn't want to miss that.

Mmm, no, if you insist
on taking that risk.

I do.

Perhaps it might
work to our advantage.

If someone does make
an attempt on your life,

they might lead us
to the conspirators.

My thought precisely.

We'll pick you up at 7:00

and escort you to the
museum, Governor.

Well, I am much reassured

now that you gentlemen are here.

Governor.

I'll be your
liaison, Mr. West...

Work very closely with you.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Good-bye, Governor.

Gentlemen.

You were superb.

I hope I never have
to go through that...

I don't believe you'll
see them anymore.

I suppose the
unveiling is formal.

Uh-huh.

Doesn't give us much time...

Bite, change,
back to the capitol.

You know, with all due
respect to the governor,

I just can't take this...
threat thing too seriously.

It does sound incredible.

Aw, take over the
government of a whole state?

It's more than
incredible... it's impossible.

Artemus, you and
I are convinced;

that doesn't mean everybody is.

A few people think they
might get away with it...

Yeah, I know what you mean.

They'll try.

They could succeed
in killing the governor

if we're not careful.

Whoa!

All right, mister.

Against the wall.

Okay, talk.

Look, no offense.

I was just doing a job.

Who for? Who paid you?

I don't know.

Honest.

It was a guy I
met in the saloon.

I never saw him
before in my life.

See?

Easy, friend.

Why, it's, uh...

just a little old
watch he gave me.

No offense.

To the left.

Lower.

Ooh, ah.

That's right.

Right there.

Still too cold.

Well?

I failed.

The two Secret Service
agents are still alive.

Hmm...

I just paid $25,000 for this.

What do you think of it?

Angelique?

Why, it is very
beautiful, Professor.

Mm-hmm.

Miss Piecemeal?

I like it very much.

The composition is atrocious.

I would pay $100,000
to keep such trash

from being foisted
on the public.

In the same way,

our lives must be regarded
as artistic compositions...

Symmetrical, flawless,

successful.

We shall make another
attempt to kill West this evening,

and this time

it must be symmetrically
composed...

balanced...

flawless...

successful.

I understand.

Exactly warm enough.

I'm shocked at the attempt
on your life, naturally,

but not surprised.

And I must warn you, Governor,

there may be an attempt

on your life tonight.

Nevertheless, I will not
cancel the unveiling, Mr. West.

Sir, there's no further need

to keep up appearances
for the sake of secrecy.

The conspirators obviously
know we're here and why.

I disagree with you, Mr. Gordon.

In any event, my
mind is made up.

One of us will be at your side

at all times, Governor.

The drafts on the
state treasury, sir.

Oh, yes, thank you.

Will you excuse me, gentlemen?

We'll wait outside.

Yes, I'll be with
you in a moment.

You understand your part
in the arrangements tonight?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm going back to the
museum for a few minutes.

I have arranged for
West to be standing here.

Durand himself will
be at the ballista.

It's a primitive concept,
Miss Piecemeal,

but dynamic...

raw, vigorous... exciting.

I like it.

Well...

have you come to kill me?

That's the last
thing on my mind.

No, no, no.

I thought you might like to know
that your unveiling ceremony

shows every sign of being
an enormous success.

Everyone of
importance is upstairs.

Mmm... except me.

You shall be, too, Governor...

never fear.

This man who looks
like me... Is he that good?

Mm-hmm.

You thief!

You traitor!

Murderer.

A man who brings

some of the great masterpieces
of the world to this state

cannot be all that bad, sir.

How long do you think you can
go on robbing the state treasury,

using that puppet in my place?

Long enough to make some
of the greatest acquisitions

the world has ever seen.

My museum shall
go down in history.

Art lovers will flock
to this very place.

Do you know what
I intend to buy next?

Something extraordinary.

Something personal

to hang in my own
private chambers.

I shall share it with no one.

The Mona Lisa.

This is insanity.

Is it?

I've already sent out feelers.

The French government
is having a financial crisis.

It may cost a few million,
but I intend to have it.

You can't take that amount of
money out of the state coffers

without somebody
exposing you before long.

Expose me?

My dear governor, why do you
suppose I'm keeping you alive?

You shall have to
face the charges

if and when they come.

I can see you trying to explain

that it was not you who
signed the withdrawal vouchers,

that it was not you who took

the funds that they provided.

There isn't a soul alive

who would believe such
a wild, fantastic story.

Now... do you
begin to appreciate

the artistry of the scheme?

Its delightful symmetry?

But I still have the trump card.

You see, I wrote a
letter to President Grant.

Yes.

He sent James West.

He shall die in a
matter of minutes.

Yes, sir, I have two
men at each door.

Good.

No one is to enter or leave
after the governor arrives.

I've given them
your instructions.

Fine. Now, uh...

you've had the place searched
thoroughly, haven't you?

Oh, every inch.

Oh, I can assure you, sir,

the governor will be
perfectly safe here.

Good.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Mr. West and the governor
will be coming right in.

Fine.

I'll be glad when this is over.

We've taken every
precaution, Miss Piecemeal.

Nice to see you again.

Hello.

Nice to see you.

Hello, nice to see you again.

Oh, good to see you again, sir.

Get a hold of yourself.

This is a lot more
than I bargained for.

No problems so far.

I better go on ahead and
check the other gallery.

I'll be with the governor.

Governor.

Oh, Mr. Gordon.

You'll go through with it.

Her name is Angelique.

Very appropriate, isn't it?

Professor Bolt.

Good evening, Governor.

Professor Bolt, may I
introduce Mr. James West?

Mr. West.

The governor's informed
me of your mission.

I trust my guards
have cooperated.

Oh, yes indeed, sir.

One of my students,
Miss Angelique Rosé.

Bonsoir, monsieur.

My pleasure.

I must say, you've accumulated

quite a collection, Mr. Bolt.

I continually
strive to improve it.

Oh, some things are
perfect just as they are.

Excuse me.

It's time to begin.

Your attention, please.

If you will all come this way,

we will proceed
with the unveiling.

Uh, you go on ahead,
Miss Piecemeal.

I'll wait to make an entrance.

Marvelous collection,
don't you think?

This is a piece

that has always
greatly interested me.

It's, uh...

It's Oriental, I think.

No, it's Persian...
11th century, I believe.

Why, Mr. West, I had no
idea you were an expert in art.

Oh, I'm no expert, sir.

But in my line of work,
you pick up odd information.

Besides, that type
is very common.

Well, I'm sure you must
be mistaken, Mr. West.

Uh, Professor Bolt himself

assured me that
this piece is unique...

Absolutely irreplaceable,
almost... priceless.

Uh, as a matter of fact,

he pointed out this
particular inscription here.

Oh, as I said, I'm no expert.

Don't you think we
should be going, Governor?

Mr. West...

What's the matter, sir?

I don't know.

Oh, wha...

Just a...

an attack of nerves, I think,

to be frank, Mr. West.

Well, that's quite
understandable.

But I don't think it's anything

to concern yourself about here.

I think everything's
under control, Governor.

Huh?

Thank you, Mr. West.

You... you've
greatly reassured me.

Oh, this is terrible.

You could have
been killed, Governor.

Well, I... I just turned away.

Mr. West was
standing right there.

I'm sorry, Mr. West.

Are you all right?

Oh, I'm fine, thank you.

No harm done, except to that
vase you wanted me to see.

This is your first
failure, Durand.

You will be given
another chance.

But you, Miss Piecemeal,
have failed twice.

I have no excuses, sir.

If you were I, what
would you do?

I know the penalty.

When faced with a
difficult artistic problem,

Rembrandt, da Vinci, Giotto

were men of infinite patience.

West is a difficult problem;
I, too, shall be patient.

You will be given a third
chance, Miss Piecemeal.

Thank you, Professor.

Remember, West dies or you do.

Artemus and I were sent here

to protect the governor.

Since we've been here,

there have been two
attempts on my life

and none on the governor's.

You must admit,
that's a trifle peculiar.

Everything about this conspiracy

is peculiar... bizarre.

Do you, uh, notice
anything unusual

about the governor?

No.

And I've worked for
him for three years.

Have you noticed me at all?

Certainly.

I mean noticed...
like the last time.

Angelique?

No, no, this is a much
different situation this time.

It takes more of
my concentration.

So you've lost yourself

in a little world of
doubt and distrust

and suspicion.

All work and no play?

You've lost your perspective.

Soon you'll be
suspecting everyone.

Unless you get some relaxation,

some distraction.

Mmm, certainly is distracting.

You're incorrigible.

Just a dedicated public servant.

I'm not flattered.

But since I can't distract you,

what exactly is it
about the governor?

I don't know.

Something about
him seems different.

I can't put my finger on it.

He just doesn't
seem to be himself.

Of course not.

His life is in danger.

He's under constant tension.

Even a courageous man

under the same circumstances
would be affected.

I suppose so.

I do have work, Miss Piecemeal.

I'm sorry.

Purely a therapeutic
gesture, Governor.

I prepared the papers
you wanted, Governor.

If you'll excuse me, Mr. West.

Governor, I'd like to
show you something.

The real Governor
Bradford was left-handed.

Well, that's right, I am.

You're a fake.

You're wrong.

How dare you, sir?!

Put your hands on the table,

flat.

Last night, when you
were setting me up

to get killed, you
were so nervous

you kept using your right hand.

Get the guards, Miss Piecemeal.

But I...

I said, get the guards!

More vouchers.

You must be stealing
the state blind.

Who are you?

I'm Sam Jameson.

I'm an actor.

Miss Piecemeal hired me.

Miss Piecemeal?

Yes, she offered me
a great deal of money.

A certain physical
resemblance...

I studied, prepared...

To step in after they
killed the real governor.

No, the governor's still alive.

Alive? Where?

There he is.

Seize him.

I'm a Secret Service agent.

He tried to kill me.

Arrest him!

Drop it.

There are museum
guards waiting in the car.

From Bolt's museum?

Yeah, I counted six of them.

That's odd.

The state militia
left ten minutes ago.

The guards stayed on.

Just thought I
ought to warn you.

The state government's
already been taken over.

The man we've been
talking to is a double.

Bradford's been kidnapped.

By whom?

Miss Piecemeal's in on it.

I don't know who else.

The important thing is
they've taken the governor,

and we've got to find him.

Oh, that might be tough.

With the machinery of the
whole state at their disposal,

he might be any place.

I'm going back there tonight.

Helva!

Your hands are like
two great blocks of ice.

No, no, no, the only safe
assumption we can make

is that now West
knows everything.

Even so, it's only
a question of time

before the militia find him.

Have you become completely
unreliable, Miss Piecemeal?

Durand...

A man like West, bold,
daring, experienced...

what will he do?

I have come to
see Professor Bolt.

Who shall I say?

Sir, who shall I say?

Sir, who shall I say?

Gaston Larousse,
Académie Française.

I must see him immediately.

Durand, you know what to do.

Monsieur Larousse.

Professor Bolt?

I have long anticipated meeting

the representative of
the French government

so that we might
conclude our negotiations

for the Mona Lisa.

Uh, please, if you don't mind,

I prefer the proper
title, eh? La Gioconda.

Oh, of course, of course.

Do you approve of my collection?

Amusing.

Stimulating.

You have a marvelous
sense of humor, monsieur.

Oh?

Oh, the idea of including

so many fakes and forgeries

amongst the
genuine masterpieces.

As a challenge to
the connoisseur, huh?

Fakes, sir?

Mais oui.

This, uh, so-called
Duccio, for example, here.

Oh, oh, oh, be careful.

Old Wahlweber turns
those out by the bale.

What are you talking about?

Who is old Wahlweber?

Heinrich Wahlweber...

the German art forger,
now living in Florence.

But I examined
the canvas myself.

It is authentic, I assure you.

Oh, the canvas, of course.

A worthless
painting of the period

scraped down to the fabric.

Quickly, sir.

That's far enough, Mr. West.

Raise your hands.

Mr. West!

One more move

and the governor's a dead man.

It's no use, Mr. West.

This, too?

Uh, oui.

Of Carlos Mendona,

a Spanish stonecutter
who died six years ago,

uh, leaving nine children.

I thought you recognized

the typical chisel
marks on the base

and the stain caused

by the mild
solution of nitric acid

to give it the sense of
age and, uh, weathering.

Matter of fact, they escaped me.

Uh... monsieur, am I to assume

that you bought so
many fakes and forgeries

as, uh... as genuine?

I'm afraid so.

Oh là, là, là, là, là, là, là.

Quelle folie.

Thank you for
pointing them out to me.

Now, may we retire to my
study to discuss the Mon...

La Gioconda?

Monsieur, I must address
myself to you with brutal frankness.

At the time we entered
into negotiations with you,

we assumed that you were
an expert, a connoisseur.

But, uh...

I seriously doubt

whether we can in good
conscience sell to you

what is without doubt

the greatest art
treasure in all the world.

I will pay...

At any price.

As my Grand-tante
Maude always used to say,

"To own a priceless treasure,
one must first be worthy of it."

Uh, Professor Bolt.

The bird is back in the cage.

The other one?

Also in a cage.

Forgive the interruption.

Oh...

Uh, monsieur...

Um, do you value your life?

Of course.

What you feel pressing
against you, Professor,

is a pistol of
quite large caliber.

Mr. Gordon?

The same.

What a relief!

You actually had me convinced

that I had bought fakes.

Oh, thank you.

Now, where are West
and the governor?

In the cellars below us.

Durand, fetch Mr. West
and the governor.

Stay right where you are.

There's no need to
be too cooperative.

We'll go down to them.

As you will.

Durand, this man
is a Federal agent.

He has a pistol to my side.

Do you have the
keys to the cellar?

I do.

Drop your gun belt.

Lead the way.

Whoa.

Gently.

Hold it right there.

Jim!

In here, Artemus.

Can you get out?

I need help.

Unfortunately, only one of us
at a time can climb the ladder.

You two, drop your gun belts.

Go ahead.

You two, back to the wall.

Both of you.

A wine press,

Mr. Gordon.

Lights!

As I said,

a wine press, Mr. Gordon.

But it can be used
to crush other things.

I must confess to a
certain twinge of regret

concerning you, Miss Piecemeal.

You were extremely
useful to me for a time.

I did my best.

At least let her out.

I know.

She's young and beautiful.

It's no use.

I understood

when I agreed to work with him

what would happen if I failed.

She failed not once
but several times...

beyond the point of tolerance.

So I had her put
in there with you.

I expected nothing different.

Console yourself,
Miss Piecemeal.

At least you won't
live to lose your beauty.

Besides, I think I
prefer inanimate beauty.

It never fades.

It never ceases
to give pleasure.

It never fails.

Farewell.

It's redwood.

Still soaked and
wet from the wine,

but I think the
magnesium should work.

I told you never to come here.

I-I'm worried.

I can't find Miss Piecemeal.

She is being taken care of.

Henceforth, Jameson,

you will take your orders
through another channel.

The militia... They
still haven't found West.

He's right here.

He, too, is being taken care of.

Give me a hand here!

Match.

Here.

Here.

Another match, please.

That was the last one.

Here.

Here it is.

Gently.

Hey!

Well, that was quick and easy.

Let's find the governor, eh?

What is it?

I rather imagine...

that Mr. West has
somehow managed

to escape from the wine press.

Where's the guard room?

Jim... I'll go to jail.

But I'll be alive.

I find I like the idea.

You get the
governor, I'll get Bolt.

Right.

What are you going to do?

What I should have
done in the first place.

Take care of Mr. West myself.

Well, how do you
know he'll come here?

He will come.

Oh, look out!

Unless I miss my guess...
it'll be a matter of minutes.

Well, what about your
guards? Won't they...?

My guards have not
been very successful

with Mr. West up until now.

I've no reason to assume that
they will be more successful.

Mr. Bolt, I... I hadn't
bargained on anything like this.

I know.

Miss Piecemeal
has already told me.

I want to get out.

It's a little late for
that, isn't it, Jameson?

On the other hand...

no one is holding you.

But what about my pay?

Miss Piecemeal
promised me $10,000!

Mr. Jameson, I don't have
that much money with me.

Be careful!

Mr. Jameson, when I
have eliminated Mr. West,

I shall have further
use for your services.

Until then, I suggest

that you make yourself scarce

or you may find yourself dead.

No, no!

Not that way, this way.

And do try to get
out unobserved.

You're a few seconds earlier

than I expected, Mr. West.

You can't escape, and
you can't get any assistance.

Neither can you.

Your guards are locked
in their own quarters.

On the contrary...

Every door in the
museum is bolted

except the door to
the guard's room.

It won't be long
before they break out.

It'd be a shame to
wreck a Rembrandt.

Put that down.

It's the only way you'll get me.

It's irreplaceable.

It's my favorite.

I was hoping you'd say that.

You have no
appreciation, Mr. West,

or you wouldn't do such a thing.

At this moment... my
appreciation is limitless.

It's an art treasure,
a masterpiece!

Compared to it, our
lives are as nothing.

I admire Rembrandt...
With my life.

Get back.

Get back!

You all right?

Yeah.

The Rembrandt...

It's not damaged.

You're a vandal, Mr. West.

A barbarian.

Perhaps.

But I do have an eye for beauty.

I suppose the
museum's collection

will have to be broken up now.

There must be hundreds
of thousands of dollars

from the state
treasury tied up here.

I guess they'll
have to auction it off

to try and recover some of it.

It's a shame in a way.

You know, it's a rather
remarkable collection.

Gentlemen.

Governor.

I've spoken to both
these young ladies,

and I've decided to follow

your recommendation, Mr. West.

I'm very pleased, sir.

Yes, I'll instruct
the attorney general

not to make any charges
against either one of them.

We really don't know

how to thank you.

As a matter of fact,
I've decided to take

both Angelique and
Helva into my employ.

Isn't that wonderful?

Yes.

Now, if I may

make a suggestion,

I think the occasion
calls for a celebration.

Oh, I... agree.

You'll join us, of course, sir.

Well, I'm afraid not.

I am, uh, due at a
banquet right now

and I have a mountain of
paperwork to catch up on,

not to mention the problems

that that rascal Bolt left me.

Oh...

You know, it's a shame

that Jameson has
to go to jail, too.

I could use a good
double, you know?

Well, thank you again, Mr. West.

And you, Mr. Gordon.

Thank you, sir.

Mesdemoiselles...
À toute à l'heure.

Uh, ladies, I recommend
dinner and the theater.

And, uh, maybe a tour
of the Barbary Coast?

Could we go dancing?

I'm afraid not.

You see, I... I have this...

little crick in my neck.

Ah, that is simple.

Aha.

Uh, thank you,
thank you very much.

Thank you, that's
so much better.

I think we can start now.

Will you tell me
why do I always get

the one with the cold hands?