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Six minutes, ten seconds.

Six minutes, nine seconds.

I wish this were over.

I wish we had the princess
safely aboard

and on the way to Washington.

There's a chance
your information

was in error,
you know.

Do you realize
the kind of embarrassment

this could cause us
at the State Department-

the whole country-
if anything happens?

They'd better make a
move in six minutes

or forget about it.

Yes, we're here.
Thank you.

Your Highness, may
I present James West,

Esquire.

Charmed.

This is my maid-in-waiting,
the Signorina Marianna.

Se�or.

It is initial of a beloved one

now in the past.

Marianna.

I will go inside
with the gentleman.

You proceed to
the railroad station

with the luggage.

Your Highness,
may I present

Ambassador Perkins
of our country.

Mr. Ambassador,
Her Royal Highness

Princess Gina Carlotta
of Albania.

It is a pleasure
to meet an old friend.

Your Royal Highness.

What a vacant stare,
Mr. Ambassador.

Surely you remember
Her Royal Highness.

That's exactly the trouble...

I remember her vividly.

This is not

the princess.

That is the pitfall impostors
have to face-

the unexpected can always occur
to expose one.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
gentlemen.

Give me a hand,
will ya?

Take her to the couch.

They're gone.

Are you getting into shape
to face a firing squad?

No, trying to figure out
how we got outflanked.

Yeah, so am I.

Now, from the time I
boarded the Dolce Vita

ten miles out of
New Orleans here

and from the time
I met the princess-

or at least the woman
who said she was the princess-

I never let her out of my sight.

Now, that can
only mean...

the substitution was made
before I boarded the ship.

The ship made one stop
for coal at Key West.

Well, they could've taken
the real princess off there.

Or she could've been taken off
the ship before it left Albania.

Which way
are you betting?

Oh, against us.

Have you made
any new smoke bombs?

Hah... voil�.

Smoke bombs.

I hope you don't
mind, old friend,

I incorporated a little
extra bonus in these.

As it smokes...
I turn into Aladdin.

Uh, ha, ha, no.

No, when they smoke,

they emit a pungent matter
which affects the eyes.

The, uh, tear ducts,
if you will.

A kind of crying gas.

You know, if that ever
came into general use,

it could revolutionize warfare.

Put a premium on speed-

"He who throws first
always wins."

And for the loser, tears.

Now, what are we going
to do about

the Albanian Ambassador?

Oh, that's easy.

We just, uh, walk into
the embassy and say,

"Prince Gio, how do you do?

"We're the two boobs
who are responsible

"for your sister,
the Princess Gina,

being either...
kidnapped or killed."

One of the new
writing machines.

As a novelty,
I'm using it

to print a menu
of the embassy ball.

May I?

Thank you.

A menu prepared by you.

I'd be happy
to eat the print.

What a charming compliment,
monsieur.

Artemus Gordon.

My name is James West.

We have an appointment

to meet the prince.

Oh, yes.

You may go up.

But say nothing
until you are spoken to.

Nothing?

Whatever you do...

do not disturb
his concentration.

Kung fu.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, he's pretty good.

He's the best
I've ever seen.

Now you are mine... old bear.

You are a fool
for a fake to the left,

old bear.

And now...

I have you.

The fate of the vanquished.

Concentration is the secret of
all great strength and power-

a philosophy I was taught
in the east

a long time ago.

Gentlemen,
Prince Gio welcomes you.

My name is James West

and this is
Mr. Artemus Gordon.

Your Highness.

I know who you are.

Nicholas.

Go have yourself
attended to.

If I had been willing

to forgo my station in life,

I would have been
the greatest athlete

the world has ever known.

Well, you countered
quite beautifully, I must say.

You waited
for his attack

and then very accurately
countered it.

Of course
all great athletes do that.

But I am much more
than accurate

in my judgments.

Actually, I should have lived
at the time

when the glory of Greece
was the greatest.

Then the laurel wreath
was honored above all awards.

I would have been
the first citizen of Athens.

You're very fast on your
feet, Your Highness.

Thank you.

Poor Nicholas.

I did not mean
to hurt him.

But in the excitement
of the action,

I let myself think
of tomorrow's opponent.

And who might that be?

A 700-pound grizzly bear.

Aah...

Claws taped, of course?

No, why?

We must give the bear
a chance, no?

But, uh, you did not come here
to speak of athletics.

No.

I want to talk to you
about your sister.

Gina Carlotta.

Yes, your State Department
has informed me

of her disappearance.

My government will
express its disgust

with your government
in a formal note.

If you will just permit us
to explain the circumstances,

Your Highness, I'm sure...

Circumstances?

She comes to this
barbarous country

where there is no
respect for a woman,

where a crime against an
alien is no crime at all.

Gentlemen, where is she?

I don't know.

But my government provided
every protection.

If that is so, Mr. West,
where is she?

Where is my
lovely sister?

What and who
was her protection?

We were.

Prince Gio,

only those
directly concerned

knew the port of departure
and the name of the ship,

and yet criminals managed
to reach your sister

before her ship
entered American waters.

What we're trying to say

is there was
an information leak.

The ship she sailed on
was kept secret.

Are you suggesting, perchance,

that any of my staff
are traitors?

I'm suggesting that we don't
accept anything on face value.

I personally vouch
for their integrity.

These leaks
you speak of,

what of your State Department?

What of your people?

They've all been checked
thoroughly, Your Highness.

What we would like to do,

Your Highness,
is check over the embassy

and speak with your staff.

Mr. West, I have just vouched
for my people.

I understand that.

I am suggesting
a double check.

This interview is at an end.

Your government
will produce my sister,

the Princess Gina, by tomorrow,

or there will be...
the most serious consequences.

Your Highness,
all we knew

was that there was going
to be an attempt

to stop her from reaching
the embassy.

Might I ask
what her mission was?

And now you want to pry
into my government's secrets?

Because I am a diplomat,
I will control my emotions.

I will merely remind you

that your American arrogance
and pride have allowed you,

this once, to forget
you are not Americans

standing on American soil.

No. Indeed not.

You are aliens
in Albanian territory.

Show these, uh...
gentlemen

out, please.

Yes, Highness.

This way.

Good afternoon.

For better or worse,
business is over.

For worse, I'm afraid.

I was told American men
were... simpatic.

You were told the truth.

Suppose I issued an invitation-

a request that you take me
for dinner... tonight?

I was told that the women
of your country

are the most enchanting women
in the world.

Mmm, you were told the truth.

Unfortunately, I don't have
the time to find out.

It is urgent

that I speak to
you... secretly.

It is dangerous for me
to keep talking here.

7:00?

The Continental Hotel.

Room 12.

It's 7:00.

I'm almost ready.

Quite a surprise.

It doesn't look
like it's a hotel.

It was quite barren
when I moved in.

I'm trying to
make it livable.

James?

Hmm?

I am a very lonely person.

You? Lonely?

His Highness says,

better to be lonely
than to trust Americans.

You can trust some Americans
some of the time,

and some Americans
you can trust all the time.

Mmm, I trust you.

Mmm.

It is poetic,
is it not?

To touch a woman's lips
and find ecstasy?

You touch a doorknob,
and find death.

Am I too
brazen?

No. Not at all.

Shall we go?

Oh, must we rush?

It is so quiet.

So peaceful.

Let's have dinner.

He's coming.

He is coming
before we are ready.

Please, Jim.

Can't we prolong
this moment?

Is that the initial
of a loved one

now in the past?

Why, yes.

How did you know?

I guessed.

Ready?

Another moment.

How long did they tell you
to keep me here?

How did you
know that?

I said, how long?

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

All right.

Then open the door.

Like the phony princess,
you're expendable, too.

You touch
that door,

and you'd be blown to bits.

You lie!

Leave me alone.

You must be convinced,
to kill me,

they'd kill you or anybody.

I am afraid.

Tell me where the princess is.

I don't know.

You do know.

Now, tell me.

If I told you,
they would kill me.

I won't let them.

What can you do?

One person against them
and their evil.

I have failed them.

They will
find me and...

Not if I get to them first.

There... there is a riding club.

Go on.

We meet there.

The wearers of the "C."

On the Old Post Road,

south of
the city.

What does the "C" stand for?

Camora.

We are an organization
of criminals.

We believe in
the Camora.

Camora is good.

All hail
the C...

My heart,
my soul,

my very breath

belongs to
the Camora.

Camoriste forever!

Let the first
neophyte step forth.

Are you prepared
to take the oath?

I am.

Raise your left arm
and repeat after me.

I believe in
the Camora.

I believe
in the Camora.

The Camora is good.

All else is evil.

My heart.
My heart.

My soul.
My soul.

My very breath
belongs to the Camora.

My very breath belongs
to the Camora.

Camoriste forever.

Let the second
neophyte

step forth.

Are you prepared
to take the oath?

I am.

Raise your left hand
and repeat after me.

I believe in
the Camora.

The Camora
is good.

Se�or West.

Go from here before
they find you.

If-if I do not return
with the scrolls...

Where's the Princess?

But you should be the
last to ask that.

With your own eyes,

you saw a knife
thrown into her.

I'm talking
about the real princess.

The one that was taken
off the ship.

No.

Believe me,
I know nothing.

Camoriste forever!

Is she inside the barn?

I tell you,
I do not know.

This life-

I cannot stand
it anymore.

Always a slave.

Never free.

You get "C" for camoriste,
and "F" for lying.

Oh, please, you
must believe me.

Are you ready
to take the oath?

I am.

Raise your left hand
and repeat after me.

I believe
in the Camora.

I believe in the Camora.

The Camora
is good.

Will you help me?

That depends. How?

For a beginning,
come with me now.

Yes.

I will go with you.

Camoriste!

Camoriste!

What can we do
for you, Mr. West?

You can let me join the club.

I'm afraid
that would be...

impossible.

But how fortunate
that you should

visit us at
this time.

Would you like to
guess at my meaning?

If I must, I guess you're
a little short of targets.

Mr. West...

you positively have
powers of clairvoyance.

The fact is,

we are in dire need
of people like you

to help us with our
training program.

Marianna?

Marius.

Quickly.

We have no time
to waste.

There is much
to be done

before we open the doors
to our guests

at the Embassy Ball tonight.

Take our friendly
visitor to the field.

And may the best man win.

Come, Marianna.

In a moment.

We have not finished
the ceremony.

I will be there.

If you don't
mind me asking, beloved,

what's the wine for?

If your courage fails,
you may drink it.

It contains
a quick-acting poison.

It must be quite an exercise
you're conducting.

Oh, it is.

A stiff test of skill
for all of us.

Is there a prize for
the first one to kill me?

Nothing quite
that crude.

First, our riders will gallop
past you throwing spears.

The object is to outline

your body
with them.

What if one nicks me?

It is a foul
and he is disqualified.

Well, when do we begin?

Oh, as soon as
the last neophyte is initiated.

No hurry.

It will be
quite a treat for them,

with such a handsome,
alive object.

For them, or for you, beloved?

You are mine no longer, mon ami.

You belong to all of us.

I have a favor to ask.

It may, uh, stop me
from drinking the wine.

Yes?

You ride first when the serious

spear work begins.

You think I won't?

I think you'll miss.

I think you'll lose your nerve.

I will put it
through your heart.

Camoriste!

Stop.

No, he's
my kill.

Camoriste!

Well, you brought back
the pretty signorina

to answer a few questions,
didn't you?

I have nothing
to say to either of you.

I'm sure you must know the aims
of a crime society are bad.

How little you know of us.

Look, you're caught.

Why don't you help us?

Against the Camora?

Do you think I would
do that to Prince Gio?

Besides, his highness
is a great and powerful man,

one of the leading diplomats.

He would be immune

to the sniping
of your bureaucrats.

But the Camora
advocates violence,

so we have to eliminate it.

It is too late for that.

The wearers
of the "C"

have spread far and wide.

They have organized
in well disciplined units,

ready to die for
king and country.

Upon signal, they will take
from your ill-gotten riches

that which will make our nation
strong and prosperous.

Probably even stronger than you.

This Gio's almost as agile
as that cat.

Have you nothing better to do
than play with a stray cat?

No.

Certainly have earned
your milk today.

Wait a minute.

Do you hear something?

Hear what?

A scraping sound
just outside the car.

Better have a look.

James, do you realize
that part of my anger

is because of you?

Because of me?

You, you squander yourself.

Waste your skills.

Me?

For a government
pittance.

Come and join us.

You will have honor
and good pay

because His Highness
admires your style.

Is that why he tried to use me
for an outsized pincushion?

Why is it you criminals
always assume

that you can buy a man

simply because
he works for the government?

And I don't work for a pittance.

I live like a king.

And we Camoriste
are not criminals.

We are patriots.

Besides...

money would not be
the only thing.

There are other benefits.

Go on.

"C" does not only
stand for Camoriste.

It also stands for caress.

Well that's an
interesting way

to overcome
an enemy.

Yes, it is.

Anything outside?

No, the engineer
says he just saw

some horseman riding along
the crest of the hill.

Well, the signorina seems
very amiable.

Perhaps softened by love?

Love does not make one soft.

I beg your pardon.

Blind, then.

A maid-in-waiting
ought to know

where her princess is.

She ought to know when her
princess was killed and where.

Killed?

Do you think we are monsters?

Then she is alive.

Artemus,

if you had to hide someone
from a foreign agent,

where would
the most logical place be?

Don't tell me,
I think I know.

His Excellency, the Landgrave
of Falder, Pomerania.

So nice to see you
looking well again.

Thank you.

It's a delightful
evening, Your Highness.

The honorable
Xavier Perkins.

James West, Esq.

You sure you want
to face him alone, Jim?

For now.

Good luck.

Thank you,
Your Highness.

Enjoy yourself.

Your Highness,
Mr. West is here.

Yes.

I trust you're ready

to give him
the proper welcome.

Yes, Your Highness.

Good evening.

Evening.

Mr. West, you are
traveling tonight...

on a State Department
visa, I see.

Visa?

Yes.

You have left the United States
and crossed over

into Albania.

And your visa, it has expired.

Isn't tourism one of your
industries, Your Highness?

You are here on sufferance only.

I notice your guards are
dressed in black and white.

How tasteful.

Yes.

And they have orders
to prevent

all unauthorized departures.

What a coincidence.

My guards on the outside,
they have the same orders.

It would seem that one escape
from death today

would have made you
less foolhardy,

less impetuous.

You are here only
to search for my sister,

the Princess Gina.

The whole world

is concerned about
your sister, Your Highness.

The whole world's feelings

are nothing
compared to mine.

For the last time,
this is a private matter.

And now, may I remind you
of an old saying-

when in Rome, do
as the Romans do.

Enjoy yourself.

Well?

Uh, what, sir?

Announce me.

Your invitation,
please, Excellency?

The proper term of address
is "Highness."

I am the Grand Elector
of Saxony.

I'm sorry, Your Highness,

but no one is admitted
without the proper credentials.

Everybody knows
the Grand Elector of Saxony.

In all the capitals
of the world,

I come and go as I please.

I am honored
and sought after.

Why, no function
is successful without me.

Pe-people are very fond of
pointing me out as the longest

in-in-in a long,
long line

of those who've
been electing

holy Roman emperors since 1326.

Now, announce me, if you please.

I cannot without an
invitation, Your Highness.

Am-am I to be rejected by
the Albanians of all things?

I demand that you
summon your prince.

He will know me.

Your Highness.
Yes?

I am the Baroness Kolinski.

Perhaps you would
share my invitation?

I would be charmed.

Oh, uh, but the gentleman...
your escort?

Oh, George hates
these affairs.

He would much rather go out
to the carriage and sleep.

Excellency, you would be
doing me a great favor.

Highness,
Highness, Highness.

Yes, thank you.
Delighted.

Thank you.

His Royal Highness,

the Grand Elector
of Saxony.

Baroness Kolinski.

Oh, uh, Baroness,
I wonder whether I could

beg your indulgence
for a moment, dear lady.

Indulgence?

Yes, there's
a gentleman over there

I want to speak to
for just a minute.

I'll hurry right back.

How are you, Jim?

You look more like
the Grand Elector

than the Grand Elector.

Thank you.

How are our chances?

Every door's guarded.

I don't think I'll be able
to shake clear of this room.

Could you do it under cover
of a major disturbance?

I might.

You've got it.

Pick your exit.

You'll know when
to make your move.

No more, thank you.

Your Royal Highness,

it's an honor.

Oh, my dear Landgrave,

it's a pleasure to see
you looking so, uh...

fit.

You need not be insincere,
Your Highness.

You know,
I'm about to lose my mind

with this waiting,

waiting
for the State Department.

While I wait, thousands
of our young men perish

in an unjust war.

Oh, there's really no need
to wait, my dear Landgrave.

I can predict it now.

The official
American attitude will be one

of strict neutrality.

Neutrality?!

Indeed.

With which
I disagree.

If I were the
American Secretary,

I should censure you

for violating the
Carpathian border.

After all, you had your gunboats
fire on their coastlines,

their ports.

You presume to condemn...

Would you give Mr.
Abernathy a glass

of champagne, please?

For people in-in need
of money, in need of friends.

Still much greater
than Carpathia.

My father always said

over and over
and over again,

you can never trust a
land-hungry Pomeranian.

Barbarians.

Why...

My people were civilized

when yours still lived
in caves.

No, no. Not
here, please.

Not at a time
like this.

Not at a function
like this.

What better time?

What better place?

Don't try
to intimidate me!

I would not need
to intimidate anyone,

my dear friend.

Friend? You have no friends,

and as for your reputation
as an athletic champion,

I am not impressed
with that.

I challenge you
here and now,

and I dub you Champion
of Cheese.

Stand aside.

I will now try
to impress you.

Clear the area.

I will now throw you
from here...

to the staircase.

Oh, Your Highness,
please.

I-I beg of you,
forgive me.

I don't know what
came over me, really.

I'm terribly sorry.

Forgive me, please.
I'm sorry.

My dear sir, are your not feeling well?

Well, it-it was the wine.

The wine. Yeah, I'm sure
it was the wine.

Hello?

Shh!

Hello.

I'm Gina Carlotta of Albania.

I know.

If they stop me
before I free you,

remember the name
Artemus Gordon.

You can trust him.

Artemus Gordon.

Why did your brother do this
to you?

Because he knows
that I bring orders

from my father for the
disbanding of the Camora.

He wanted to
use the Camora

to gain power,
to take control.

Poor Gio.

I'm a burden to him.

He'd like to
be rid of me.

But he hasn't harmed you.

He doesn't dare.

Even in this cell,
he provides me with comforts...

a feather bed

and books to read.

Why?

Because if anything happens
to me,

our father will destroy him.

I can hardly believe

that Gio would be afraid
of any man.

He thinks that if he
takes home the riches

amassed through the
crimes of the Camora

and delivers me unharmed,

Father will forgive
him anything.

I'm going to have to cut
through these bars.

These stout bars?

With what?

How clever.

Drop it, Mr. West.

Marius.

Andreas,

when you can
get up,

go out to the yard.

You need a little more practice.

Please, Your
Highness,

as a favor,
let me kill him.

You had your chance,
and you failed.

Mr. West,

this time there will be
no mistakes,

no errors,
because I personally...

am going to kill you.

Gio, you must not.

He was only trying
to help me.

Oh?

And save you from what,
my dear little Gina Carlotta?

Save you
from your loving brother?

Marius...

Take him to the arena.

Gina Carlotta,

I wish to make something
clear to you.

Crystal clear.

I will permit no one
to interfere with my plans.

That means...

not even my lovely sister.

Do you wish us to
remain, Your Highness?

No.

Is there anything else?

Yes.

Put the latch on the door
as you leave.

Please, Your Highness,

may we watch?

Yes, you may...
from the ballroom.

There is the ideal place

to watch the descent
of the body.

To note
how it hits the hard wood

without harming the dancers.

Yes, Your Highness.

Look below, Mr. West.

The net, of course,
is not in place.

The loser of our little event
will be the one

to fall through
to the floor below.

I will be gracious

and permit you
the first attack.

Now, let me say, Mr. West,

that I will most
assuredly...

kill you.

But first, I will enjoy
beating you to a pulp.

Concentration,

Mr. West.

Concentration.

That...

is your
destination.

I hope...

you had a good look.

Delightful!

Since the princess
has taken over

at the Embassy,

I know you must
be sent home,

but I find it
just delightful

to have the task

of escorting you
to New Orleans.

I will try
to be no trouble.

Trouble?

Oh, it just
gives us a chance

to get better
acquainted-

to really get to
know each other,

however briefly.

I'm afraid not,
Mr. Gordon.

No longer is there time
for frivolity.

You call romance
frivolity.

Don't, Marianna.

You're letting the
past disturb you.

The past is always with us.

But so is the future.

You shall have music,
dancing, champagne.

Not necessarily
in that order.

Presto, Marianna!

Music.

I have no time
for nonessentials.

Boy, do you pick
the wrong time.

Artemus...

that's not the
way it's done.

No?

All right, Mr. Expert,
why don't you show me?

Hello, Marianna.

Hello, Mr. West.

Well, last time
it was James.

That was a thousand
years ago now.

I must learn to
earn my livelihood

when I go home.

I must learn how to
master this machine.

I must practice.

That's the way
it's done, huh?