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Isn't there anything
more you can tell me?

All I know is that Mr. Gordon
has been seriously injured.

We tried to reach you earlier,

but were told that you
were on your way back

from Washington.

I was. I was on the train
when I got the message.

Where is he?

Here.

Mr. West?

I was told, Doctor, that
Artemus Gordon is here.

I'm sorry, but you're too late.

I don't like to ask you this,

but... it is necessary
to identify the body.

Would you mind?

This isn't Artemus.

Are you sure?

I'm positive, Doctor.

Artemus Gordon is
a much younger man.

Amazing...

but I think you'll find
you are quite incapable

of firing that gun.

In fact, I find it
difficult to believe

that you're still holding it.

Gentlemen.

Very fancy shooting.

You should see me
perform with a bow and arrow

or a tomahawk.

Will you, uh, join me?

Don't you realize
it's a federal offense

to offer firewater to an Indian?

Forgive me.

Four years of college
taught me many things...

A respect for
calculus, Blackstone

and Shakespeare.

And nothing but contempt
for the white man's vices.

There's one thing your
four years at college

didn't teach you, Mr. Ahkeema.

What is that?

Good manners.

Old Indian proverb:

"Insult an Osage brave

only when you
are weary of life."

Old white man's proverb:

"Fish and bad-tempered
guests stink in a very short time."

Bravo, Mr. Gordon.

So I've been
behaving badly, have I?

Perhaps my manners
would be better

if your Mr. West had
arrived on schedule.

I see that, uh...

patience isn't one of
your virtues either, is it?

The future of my
people rests on the word

that Mr. West is bringing
from your president.

Let me show you.

Look.

Here live my people, the Osage.

Here are the Pawnee,
the Cherokee, Comanche,

Arapaho, Apache.

We are primarily
occupied in a mass suicide.

You see, before
the white man came,

Arapaho fought the
Comanche to the death.

The Osage
slaughtered the Pawnee.

After your bluecoats came,

we tried matching arrows
with your Gatling guns.

We are exotic...

beyond understanding,
a nation of lemmings.

Didn't Ho-Tami change all that?

You know of Ho-Tami?

Mr. Ahkeema, several years ago,

Mr. West and I had occasion to
be of some service to the Chief.

He gave us that in appreciation.

In a world of pygmies,

he is a giant.

Only a giant could
have persuaded

our tribes to lay
down their arms

and join together in
one great confederation

as a first step toward peace.

I know the President,

and I'm sure that
you and Ho-Tami

will have the answer you
want when Mr. West returns.

Returns from where?

Where is he?

At the moment, I don't know.

He was to have
been here at noon.

Well, I'm certain he got
back from Washington.

Otherwise the train
wouldn't be on the siding.

But something
much more important

than the lives of my people

took him away.

I will wait no longer.

I don't suppose you'd
know anything about that.

I thought you were
informed, Mr. Gordon,

that there are those
who would prefer it

that Mr. West's message
never reached Ho-Tami.

Where do we find you?

One week from today,

I will be in St.
Louis with Ho-Tami.

If we have received no
word from your Mr. West

by that time,

a great many men
are going to die.

Good morning, Mr. West.

I am Dr. Arcularis.

I can't say it's a
pleasure, Doctor.

No ill effects, I trust?

What was that gas,
one of the methyl group?

Silicane.

How did you know?

All the classic symptoms:

impaired functioning
of the optic nerve,

lack of muscular control.

Excellent diagnosis, Mr. West.

It's quite useless
to look for a way out.

There isn't any.

No harm in trying.

If it amuses you,
no harm at all.

Thank you for joining
us so promptly, Mr. West.

It's my pleasure.

You were unfortunate
enough to stumble into the path

of a concentrated beam of light.

The power of 250,000
candles, to be exact.

Course. A lighthouse.

A poor thing, but my own.

I thought the government
owned lighthouses.

Ah, but you see, I own
the lighthouse keeper.

Meet Joshua Trowbridge.

Not very long ago,

I chanced to pay a
visit to his lighthouse

and was impressed

by its quiet, isolated charm

and, uh... how shall I put it?

Uh, persuaded Mr. Trowbridge
to allow me to move in with him.

What have you done to him?

And to the others?

What is your theory?

It's almost like they
have no feeling.

Very perceptive, Mr. West.

Let us simply say that I
have desensitized them.

Look.

And here.

You see?

And take Indra,

this most delicate,
ethereal creature.

Watch.

Why...

did you do that?

Seemed like a pretty
good idea at the time.

Ah! Indra, that...
that was chivalry.

The gentleman
was defending you...

with his very
life, if necessary.

And all for nothing, Mr. West.

I assure you she felt no pain.

All right, gentlemen.

Be gentle with him.

Be gentle.

Now then...

as a student of knighthood,

you must be familiar
with the ordeals

those worthy gentlemen
endured to purify themselves.

Well, Mr. West, this
will be your ordeal.

At first the enforced
exposure to the lights

will be almost unendurable.

But then you will
find out that it gets...

worse.

Much worse.

All right, that's enough.

Gentlemen, release him.

I can't understand

how he's managed to
last as long as he did.

Try courage, pride.

Nonsense.

Mr. West happens to be a
superb physical specimen.

Nerves, tissues and metabolism

of the highest
order, that's all.

You reduce everything
to the test tube,

don't you, Doctor?

Do I detect a note of regret?

I hope your admiration
for West's courage

will not cancel a very
important experiment that...

Remember, Doctor...

I planned this
whole undertaking,

and I am running the show.

Is that understood?

Understood.

Good.

One week from now,

I am taking
Ho-Tami to St. Louis.

Will Mr. West be ready?

One week? So soon?

So soon. Well?

It will be necessary

to condense a little, but, uh...

yes, Mr. West will be ready.

Ah, good morning, Mr. West.

Let us start off with a tour
of my laboratory, shall we?

I can hardly wait.

There's a brilliant,
young European scientist

whose research
interests me greatly.

He's been doing some
fascinating things with mice.

Mice?

Yes. By subjecting them

to unpleasant stresses,

he has taught them to
respond blindly and instantly

to an object or a signal,

which they have learned

will remove the stress.

I find that very interesting,

but mice are hardly the
most intelligent of animals.

No, that's true, Mr. West,

but he has discovered
that it also works

with guinea pigs,
cats, dogs and apes.

And I have discovered that
it also works with people.

Please, please...

For the love of heaven, please.

It's called a
conditioned reflex.

What does this man want?

A considerable number
of days have passed

since he last drank,

so I rather imagine
it's water he wants.

No, no, no, no!

Mr. West is a knight,

and knights always rescue people

from disagreeable situations.

Please, go ahead.

Quite an interesting
reflex, wouldn't you say?

And it's all triggered

by a simple little whistle.

It's too bad you weren't
around during the Inquisition.

You would've
been very good at it.

Yes.

I've often regretted that.

Oh, I almost forget...

Another unique exhibit.

Look here.

Ho-Tami.

You almost had me
fooled for a moment.

That's an excellent double.

Yes, isn't it?

I must tell you
an amusing story.

A friend... No need
to mention names...

Has decided that
Ho-Tami must die.

That's not amusing.

Everybody must die.

Ah, true, but here's the
part of the story I left out:

Ho-Tami must die by your hand.

That is amusing.

Any particular reason why?

Ho-Tami has told his people

that James West, the
man he sent to Washington

to ask the President
for an honorable peace,

is a friend to their cause.

So what happens when
West cold-bloodedly guns down

Ho-Tami in full
view of everyone?

Your friend wins the whole pot.

Shoot.

Shoot, Mr. West,

three or four
well-placed bullets.

Shoot.

Me?

You would shoot
down an unarmed man?

Why not?

After what you've
done to that girl

and these innocent people?

Not to mention the fact

that you're going to
destroy 100,000 Indians.

Rhetoric, Mr. West.

I will believe you when
you pull that trigger.

You're a strong man, Mr. West.

Yet strong as you
are, I promise you

that in less than
ten days' time,

you will unhesitatingly
fire three or four

real bullets into
the clay Ho-Tami

and then into the real one.

One other thing.

People and emotions
are my business.

My guess was that you
would fire three bullets

before you concluded the
gun was loaded with blanks.

Watch.

I have told you that no
one by the name of West

or anyone answering
to his description

has come to this hospital today

or any other day.

Now, do you leave
quietly, Mr. Gordon,

or shall I, uh, ask
Alex to assist you?

You know that might
be very interesting.

I'm afraid I haven't the time.

Hmm.

LeFarge, Madame LeFarge.

Heads will roll.

Heads will roll
on the guillotine.

Heads will roll.

Your head will roll.

Thank you. You're a great help.

Still worried about
him, aren't you?

About whom?

Worried when you
came in, worried now.

Lots of reasons.

Heads will roll.
Heads will roll.

You saw me come in?

I see everybody, see everything.

I write it all down here.

It's all right in here.

Did you see a young
man come in here

sometime yesterday, Grandma?

Saw him.

Worried, just like you.

West.

James West.

Yes. What happened to him?

It's all right in here.

Yes.

Take me out?

Take you out?

Oh, take me out of here.

I'll tell you what happened.

I'll tell you where
they took him.

I heard it all.

It's all right in here.

Hey...

Grandma.

Now you promised

you were going to tell
me about James West.

I've never heard of him.

Oh... Listen.

How'd you like a great
big box of candy, huh?

Great big bonbons.

Thick...

gooey centers.

Nuts marshmallows, caramels?

How many?

As many as you can
eat in a whole month.

Madame De LeFarge!

You're being very naughty.

Now, you know you're not
allowed out of your room.

I am not going
to tell you, again.

Grandma... bonbons.

Heads will roll.

Heads will roll.

Six hours, Mr. West.

A long time to listen to bells.

I almost like them.

Good. You'll hear them more.

Now just in case
you tire of the bells,

there's a way to turn them off.

Shoot Ho-Tami, Mr. West.

Shoot the bad, bad Indian,

and the bells go away.

Mr. West.

You talk.

Mr. West, please.

Do what he wants you to do.

You don't make much
sense, but you talk.

He'll win in the end.

You know he will.

He?

You mean the wicked doctor

that's locked us up in
this enchanted tower?

Mr. West, please.

He holds the high cards.

Maybe he'll win the pot,

but I'm going to give the good
doctor a run for his money.

Indra?

Didn't you feel anything when
the doctor twisted your arm?

I felt nothing.

You must feel something.

You came here to tell me
to do what the doctor wants,

not because of him,

because you didn't want
to see anyone else hurt.

Isn't that right?

I don't want to see you hurt.

Then help me.

I can't.

You can, but you won't.

I can't.

I don't know why,

but I can't.

How long have you been here?

I don't know.

Do you do everything
he tells you to do?

Even though you know it's wrong?

You've got to try
hard to disobey.

You must try, Indra.

You must.

You display an
amazing resistance

to being
indoctrinated, Mr. West.

But hunger, pain,
exposure to cold...

all these traumas
should make you

considerably more receptive.

You do understand,
don't you, Mr. West?

Ah, two hours already.

Gentlemen, release him.

We mustn't overdo things.

You are a very
stubborn man, Mr. West.

Too stubborn for your own good.

But you will learn.

It simply takes a
little longer, that's all.

It's no good.

They'll have that door down

in five minutes.

Let's see how much damage
I can do in five minutes.

Get up there!

You said this lamp had the
power of 250,000 candles.

Well, let's see what
kind of signal it can make.

Captain, this is strange.

I've picked up a blinker SOS.

What's so strange

about a ship in
distress, Mr. Hale?

It's not from a ship,

it's from the lighthouse
at Barrows Point.

Have the signalman

contact the Naval
Station at Barrows Point.

Aye, sir.

It just beats me

how in spite of a badly
broken arm and all,

you managed to set
up that blinker system.

The human mechanism under stress

is capable of almost
anything, Commander.

I guess so.

An ingenious stunt,
Mr. Trowbridge,

summoning help the way you did.

And mighty lucky that
you saw that signal, Doctor.

Yes, it was.

Well, I guess everything's
under control here.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Good evening.

Press the trigger, Mr. West.

Kill the bad Indian,
and it will all be over.

No more light.

Darkness.

Peace. No more bells.

Quiet.

Go on!

Shoot!

Shoot!

Ho-Tami will be in St.
Louis tomorrow morning.

You guaranteed me that
West would be there waiting.

Now will he be?

I don't know.

I just don't know.

The man isn't a
human being. He's a...

So, we win after all.

Is he all right?

Of course, he's just
unconscious, that's all.

How wonderful.

The triumph of
science over bravery.

Bravery?

To a scientist,

that is a sentimental
term signifying nothing.

So far as I'm concerned,
West is simply a vehicle

with certain useful
preconditioned reflexes

programmed into his central
nervous system, that's all.

What do you want?

Information, friend.

About what?

A man called James West.

I never heard of him.

Sikes.

How'd you know my name?

I not only know
your name, Sikes,

I know you have James
West, or you had him.

He was brought here to you.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I have a great deal
of money here, Sikes.

Would that be of
any interest to you?

Well, maybe it just might.

It depends on what you
mean by a lot of money.

Mm-hmm.

Now where is he?

He'll kill me if I tell you.

And I'll kill you if you don't.

The only difference
is, I'll do it now.

All right, all right.

They got him at the lighthouse.

You will be leaving here
quite soon, Mr. West.

It may interest you to know

that your friend, Mr. Gordon,

has been making quite a nuisance

of himself trying to find you.

Mr. Gordon?

Yes.

We expect him to
turn up at any moment.

It will be interesting to see

if he's as difficult to
condition as you have been.

Now, let's run through it
just once again, shall we?

After you leave here...

Find Ho-Tami.

And where is that?

Traveler's Hotel, in St. Louis.

Very good.

Now, let's just try
it one more time.

After you leave here...

I will go find Ho-Tami.

Excellent.

And what will you
do when you find him?

I will kill him.

Almost time, Mr. West.

No.

Not now, Mr. West.

This is to be a public
execution, remember?

You will now begin
to count very slowly.

When you have reached
25, you will come downstairs.

Understand?

He is here?

He is here.

And the answer
from the president?

I felt he should give it to you.

Mr. West...

I'm glad you're here.

You have good news?

West!

You have business
with the chief, Mr. West.

Mr. West,

what is your business
with the chief?

What is your
business with the chief,

Mr. West?

Ahkeema, no.

No...

Ho-Tami.

Bury the knife in me.

Not in West.

He's a... a brave man.

His death will serve
no purpose now.

Brave?

It was I...

who wanted you dead.

By his hand.

Why?

To-To stop you from delivering
our people into slavery.

No.

Not slavery.

Peace.

A just and honorable
peace for all.

Ah, yes.

It will start that way, yes.

And then...

they will begin
their whittling down

of everything granted us

at the peace table.

And in the end...

nothing...

nothing but wretched
little reservations

where our proud people
can starve in peace

and rot in peace.

Can there...

still be talks of
peace between us?

There is peace.

The president
welcomes your overtures.

He's sending a
special honor guard

to escort you to Washington.

I... I want you to
know, Mr. West, that...

that this plan was his alone.

No. No, it wasn't.

Welcome back, Mr. West.

Where is he?

Mr. Gordon?

Second floor.

First door to your right.

He's been waiting for you.

One cartridge left, Mr. Gordon.

Don't waste it.

Mr. Gordon, too,

has been a difficult subject

for programming.

But as you can see,

he, too, has responded

beautifully.

Bravo, Mr. West.

Bravo.

A difficult situation
neatly handled.

And now,

what are those lovely words

from Ecclesiastes?

I always forget them.

"A time to weep
and a time to laugh."

Ah.

My favorite is,

"A time to be born...
and a time to die."

Look around you, Mr. West.

Programmed to kill.

You're wonderfully
perceptive, as usual.

Programmed to kill who?

Me?

Mr. Gordon?

Or you?

Remember, Mr. West, I am the one

who does the programming.

Well, maybe you're slipping.

It didn't work with me.

What?

Ho-Tami is still alive,
and your friend Ahkeema

is the one that's dead.

You're lying.

It couldn't fail.

A particularly stupid
lie which I shall ignore.

I'll prove it to you.

Indra, remember what
I told you in the cell?

That you have to
fight, and fight hard

if you want to be free?

You don't seem

to be doing very
much good, do you?

Don't I, Doctor?

Look into her eyes.

She's not a vegetable anymore.

Indra, fetch my casebook.

I want to record to the second

the exact length
of time it takes

for Mr. West and his friend...

Indra?

You are slipping, Doctor.

The program doesn't
work if you fight.

It doesn't stick if
you don't want it to.

All you have to do is resist

and fight it.

They don't hear you, Mr. West.

Trowbridge,

this was your lighthouse.

Take it back.

Convinced, Mr. West?

And what did he take from you?

If you want it back,
you can have it back.

If you fight and really want it.

You're through, Mr. West.

Do you hear?

Get him!

Now!

Right now!

Kill him, don't you hear me?

Kill him!

Try blowing a whistle,
Doctor, or maybe ringing a bell.

Trowbridge!

Don't you hear me?

Trowbridge!

Stop! What are you doing?

Don't you hear me?

I'm Dr. Arcularis!

It's them you must stop!

Don't you hear me?

No!

Them!

Them!

Jim!

Hey...

what's that for?

Nothing.

Hey, that's funny. Here.

Oh.

I remember coming in here,

but I can't seem to
remember much else.

It feels like I've been
through a terrible dream.

I had a ticket on
that same train.

What are they doing?

They're trying to break out

and get to the doctor.

I guess they want to kill him.

We'd better go
down and stop them.

Ah.

Why?

Well, there must be some reason.

I can't think of any.

It is a problem.

Mm-hmm.

No!

Say, uh...

Do you suppose that a
woman could be conditioned

so that she'd never
nag, never complain...

or be anything but sweet
and warm and understanding...

and kind?

You got a reason.