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Closed for the night.

You'll have to
wait till morning.

Open at 7:00 sharp.

An odd business for
a retired Army officer

to be engaged in, Colonel.

Who are you?

It would be difficult
to recognize me now.

I've never seen you before.

You've aged rather gracefully.

We have met.

I was a presentable young
man, my features quite distinctive.

Torres.

At your service,
Colonel Gilbert.

You did recover.

No pity, Colonel.

Not for me.

I am now a superior man:

There is steel in my skull,

layers of metal
protecting my heart,

my hands are made of
steel, my sinews are wire.

It is a bit difficult to look me
in the face without flinching.

But all in all,

you have made of me

a man far superior than I was.

Made of you? I?

And the others.

Torres, as God is my witness,

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

Then why the hiding?

Hiding from what?

My Army pension and the
little the shop brings in...

I earn my living here.

After tonight, you will
no longer be so burdened.

What do you want?

Your life.

A small thing.

Torres, how have I harmed you?

Explain to me!

Why the others in the cadre died

and you were too
stupid to comprehend?

I wrote my niece,
the coincidence...

Within the year...

five of the officers dying.

And you the sixth.

The superior man.

And you now have my
thanks, my gratitude.

A prudent man simply
leaves, my friend.

It's from the president.

He wants to know...

What progress
we've made locating...

Gilbert's killer.

Right.

I don't understand it.

The man retired after
30 years with the Army,

as far as we can discover,

didn't have an
enemy in the world.

Well, I'd hardly call

the man who killed him a friend.

He didn't drink or gamble,

respected member
of the community.

What possible reason could
anyone have for killing him?

Well, obviously the iron man

thought he had a reason.

Anything new on the girl?

No, just that she's
at some school

for young ladies back East.

They're still
trying to find her.

I can't see what possible
help she could be,

but she's the only
lead we've got.

Well, there goes our lead...

She's left school.

Four days ago.

Mm-hmm.

If she was aware
of her uncle's death,

there's only one place
she could be heading.

Right.

May we be of some help?

What are you doing here?

You're Nina Gilbert,
Colonel Gilbert's niece?

That is correct.

I'm James West,
and this is my partner,

Artemus Gordon.

We're investigating
your uncle's death

for the Army.

Oh.

And what have you discovered?

Well, nothing, I'm afraid,

that would give
us any indication

as to why he was killed.

Do you mean to tell me

that you have been
investigating my uncle's death

for over a week now and
you still have not discovered

that he was the victim
of an assassination plot?

A plot?

Yes.

I have a photograph

of the eight junior officers
in my uncle's regiment.

Six out of the eight
have died violently

during the past year.

How do you know that?

My uncle sent me this picture

along with a letter
saying that he thought

he was going to be the next.

Artemus...

What is it?

You mean to tell me

you don't know who this man is?

Well, he certainly seems

very handsome and dignified.

The president of the United
States will be very flattered.

The president?

Then he must be in danger, too.

Army intelligence also received

a letter from your uncle.

The fact that the
president may be involved

means we must move
as quickly as possible.

Mr. West, I loved my uncle.

He educated and supported me.

And I do not intend for
him to remain a statistic

on a police blotter.

Miss Gilbert, we have already
discovered that Dr. Meyer,

the physician in
your uncle's regiment,

is practicing here in the city.

He would have intimate
knowledge of these eight men...

Information which would
not appear in the dossiers.

The seventh man
in this photograph

is a Lieutenant Torres.

He has a villa on
the Texas border.

I'm leaving for there tonight.

Good day, gentlemen.

There should be a law
against educating women.

One good thing...

She knows where
Torres can be found.

Please wait, driver,
I'll return shortly.

I have come to see Mr. Torres.

He sees no one.

Go away.

My name is Nina Gilbert.

Will you please tell Mr. Torres

that I desire very
much to see him?

You have no business here.

Admit the young lady.

Let's not be rude, Maria.

Please be seated.

I shall be down presently.

Cuidado, hombre!

You took a girl out this way.

Where is she?

No comprendo, señor.

I've been in this
saddle for three days

and I'm losing my patience.

Where is she?

They told me in the village
you took her out this way.

Where did you take her?

La señorita está en la
villa de Señor Torres.

How far?

Un kilómeter.

Torres!

Oh, yes, Torres...
A remarkable man.

Well, according
to these records,

you're the remarkable
man, doctor,

patching him up as you did.

Yes, I did perform the
operations, that's true.

But, you know, he engineered
each and every one of them.

That's funny, there's
nothing in the records

about any medical
training for him.

Self-taught during his long
periods of convalescence.

Yes, a really remarkable man.

No, by all the
rules in the book,

Torres should have
died in that explosion.

By all the rules of the book,

Torres should have died after
each succeeding operation.

Now, this isn't
strictly medical,

but, uh... Torres
was on guard duty

the night that the
arsenal blew up.

Could you add
anything further on that?

Oh, no...

Well... just the fact

that he was in agony
for many, many years.

The nature of these
injuries was such

that neither sedation
nor anesthesia

had any effect on
him whatsoever.

Did you operate on
him without anesthetics?

After he learned to
divorce himself from pain

by autohypnosis... hypnosis...

I can tell you it's
quite disconcerting

to be performing an operation

and have your patient
commenting on your procedure.

No, he had a really
remarkable intellect.

Do you know that he
designed all the metal parts

that were used in
reconstructing his body?

Metal parts?

Do you know that over
half the bones in his body

are made out of metal?

The iron man.

Good evening.

You are Mr. Torres?

I am Torres.

May I offer you some
wine, Miss Gilbert?

Thank you, no.

I do not care for
alcoholic beverages.

You did not seem to be repelled

by my appearance.

I had understood

that you had been injured
in the war, Mr. Torres.

Injured?

Yes, I suppose that
would be the word.

I hope you weren't made to feel

to be too unwelcome,
Miss Gilbert.

Maria was my governess
when I was a child.

She now feels overly protective,

feels that people
want to hurt me.

Such anxieties should
be redirected if possible.

Physical illness often follows

such emotional conflicts.

Psychophysics.

Postgraduate work.

Eventually I hope to
obtain my doctorate.

Isn't that rather a dreary study

for a young lady of
such obvious charms?

I do not find it dreary.

Mr. Torres, do you recall

my uncle, Ralph Gilbert?

Of course.

I offer you my condolences.

Six out of eight are dead.

That is why I am
here, Mr. Torres.

Coincidence is too
unsatisfactory an answer.

Intellectual puzzles bore me.

Miss Gilbert, learning
should supplement your life,

never dominate it.

I beg your pardon.

You must learn to seize life,

not temper it.

Getting back to my uncle...

I find you interesting,
Miss Gilbert,

besides charming.

Mr. Torres, I much
prefer discussing what I...

In your study

of the mind's effect
upon behavior,

you must have
touched on regression.

Yes.

Can you define regression?

Uh, well... it is a reversion

to simpler patterns of character
behavior, uh, childhood.

Not an unpleasant
thing, in one sense.

Childhood is the most
fortunate and happy of all times.

A most pathetic thing
to witness, regression.

You will never have
another care in your life.

The joys and simplicities
of childhood are now yours.

You will gratify every
wish, every whim.

You will never waste
another moment

on serious thought.

I... I do not understand, I...

Laugh, Miss Gilbert.

As children, our lives
were uncomplicated.

We laughed.

Everything was fun.

Laugh, Miss Gilbert.

Everything is fun
now, Miss Gilbert.

Come, come, laugh... laugh.

Laugh, Miss Gilbert.

Gone are the studies.

The world is to play in.

Laugh, Miss Gilbert.

Laugh.

Laugh.

It seems that we have
an uninvited visitor

in my wine cellar.

A friend of yours, no doubt.

I don't really think
we need wait for him.

Do you, my dear?

Where is she?

She is gone.

Where's Torres?

He's gone, too.

You don't mind if
I look for myself.

Now will you tell
me where Torres is?

I told you, he is gone.

She is gone, too.

Look if you want to.

Go ahead, look.

You have three
seconds to tell me

where Torres has taken the girl.

Mr. Gordon.

Oh...

Excuse me, señorita.

Señorita.

Why do we always find ourselves

working on holidays?

I'll look it up in the manual.

What's the reply
from the president?

Oh, you know the president.

After living, by
the grace of God,

through two wars,

he cannot find his way clear

to hiding in a corner

every time some
crackpot causes a ripple

by making a threat on his life.

That leaves it up to us, huh?

Yeah, that's
about the size of it.

You sure Torres is here?

Yeah, I'm sure.

And the girl's with him.

Supposing we find them,
do we just pick him up?

We can't take the chance.

If the plan's in the works,
they may go ahead without him.

When's the president arrive?

Oh, early this evening.

Anything you can do to stop him?

I'll try to think of something.

Buy a mask, señor?

Just a peso each.

Well, at a peso it's a bargain,

if that smile goes with it.

Sí, señor.

You got a deal.

I may just buy a dozen.

Gracias, muchas gracias.

De nada, señorita.

Artemus.

Yeah?

The iron man.

Have you gentlemen
everything you wish?

Everything's fine, thank you.

Would you mind
talking for yourself?

¿Sí, caballeros?

Cerveza.

Dos.

Dos, sí.

The girl...

Take her to the cellar?

On the contrary.

Why not begin the
entertainment a bit early today?

Well, at least
she's still alive.

Alive is an understatement.

There's something
wrong with her.

If this is for our benefit,

Torres sure is a confident man.

You know, I get the feeling

this whole thing is
just a game with him.

With no handshake for the loser.

Mmm.

Let's get her.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen!

Would you separate a father
from a long-lost daughter?

Have him stopped.

A daughter who has
for lo these many years

pined for the return of her
only living relative, her father,

a man who has searched
this great land of ours

from one end to the other,

rockbound Maine
to golden California,

to find the child
wrenched from his arms

a few hours after her birth.

Let us, like true Americans,

give them these few moments
of quiet solitude together.

And let us instead raise a glass

in a toast to
American fatherhood!

Belly up to the bar,
gentlemen, the drinks are on me!

Hey... I didn't finish my dance.

Who are you?

You don't remember me?

I'm James West.

No.

But we could start over.

Last week you went to
visit a Lieutenant Torres

at his villa, remember?

Your eyes have
such a pretty color.

Listen to me...

You've been hypnotized.

Hypnotized?

Right now I've got
to get you out of here.

Absolutely delightful.

How soon can you be finished?

When do you want me to finish?

Well, if...

We will walk upstairs.

I'm sorry, my Great-aunt Maude

told me never to
go off with strangers.

I don't like jokes.

You'll move now

or I'll shoot you six times.

Uh, that's introduction enough.

After you.

I didn't think so.

Excuse me.

Hey, bartender!

We must have more
before we can act, yes.

You are still without proof
anything is to happen?

There is no proof.

Very well.

Mr. Gordon...

the building we are now
in was once an old prison.

Below the first floor there
are dungeons, cells, corridors.

When you return
to Mr. West's train,

you will inform him that
you were delayed in town

while ferreting out
this information.

I will tell him.

The moment you
leave, Mr. Gordon,

you will be your old self.

You will remember only
that you and Mr. West

should find out more
about these dungeons,

that they very possibly
have something to do

with the assassin's plans.

You may now leave.

Uh, one moment, Mr. Gordon.

If you are in a proper trance,

you will be insensitive to
the pain from this needle.

You may now leave.

When the fight was
over, she was gone.

Which leaves us
precisely nowhere.

All I got was a needle in the
shoulder down to the bone.

What?

Well, our friend wanted to
make sure I was hypnotized.

Well, we know Torres is
after the president for sure.

We still have to find
out how and where.

You know, somehow
I get the feeling

nobody's very eager to
part with that information.

We're not going to find
out anything standing here.

The Alto Palace?

And do you have
another solution?

You mean let
ourselves get caught?

Right.

We could wind up
very dead, you know.

Now, that
possibility does exist.

I just think it's
worth looking into.

If Torres bought
a place like this,

there must be
something down here

that could break open the case.

Locked.

It's unlocked.

It sounds like running water.

Yeah.

An Underground river, Mr. West.

Precede us down
the steps, please.

Would you prefer
walking, Mr. Gordon?

With an old acquaintance?

Always.

Oops.

Hi!

You look funny.

Does Torres know
you're down here?

No, no.

He's busy with his wireless box.

His what?

I don't think it's fair,

Mr. Torres punishing you

for taking me
away this afternoon.

Sippy sip?

Oh, please.

Ah.

Are you going to help
us get out of here?

Oh, Mr. Torres
wouldn't like that.

Do you always do everything

Mr. Torres tells you to?

Of course I do.

Oh.

Under the lapel in my vest

there's a pencil.

Oh?

Mm-hmm.

Oh!

Now take it and
put it in the lock

and press the button
on the end of the pencil.

W-What'll happen if I do?

There'll be a big light.

Like fireworks.

Honest?

Honest.

Ooh!

That'll be fun.

Mr. West!

Dead end.

A most appropriate
comment, Mr. West.

Mr. President, honored guests,

ladies and gentlemen.

I find that I am
moved, deeply moved,

I might even say overcome
at the enormity of the honor

which has fallen to our
gracious city on this glorious day.

A day which, if I may say,
will be long remembered in...

I'm sure you must
appreciate, Mr. West,

the number of years, the
number of experiments

before remote wireless
control was perfected by me.

I was rich with time,

saturated with it.

A grandstand seat, Mr. West...

You should be pleased.

It's about the kind of plan I'd
expect a madman to devise.

Oh, no, not madness, Mr. West,

just a man
methodically balancing

the scales of justice.

Revenge?

I lived through a
score of operations.

No... no, it was two score.

And each day and each night,

as I sweated through
the... the pain of living,

I kept saying to myself,

"It should have
been one of them."

Another officer should
have been on duty that night.

One of us had to stand
guard at the town arsenal.

We drew cards.

And you lost.

I was the first one to draw.

I drew a jack.

What are the odds

that six other men would
be able to beat that draw?

Hmm?

High, but not impossible.

They cheated.

You still can't blame them

for the arsenal blowing up.

An enemy cannonball

caused the explosion.

But the odds should
have been seven to one

that I would be at the
party enjoying myself

instead of screaming in
agony among the arsenal ruins.

Your idea, I suppose,

to bring the wagon

right down the main street?

The town council
considered my suggestion

a brilliant stroke
of showmanship,

paying proper tribute
to the president.

My original plan, Mr. West,

was to have both rockets
explode on the wagon.

I'm afraid I shall
have to settle

for one exploding there now.

The other over this way, I see.

In the head of each
rocket, Mr. West,

is a substance having ten times

the explosive
force of gunpowder.

I mention this
only to assure you

that your death will
come rather swiftly.

Enormity of the honor

has fallen to our gracious
city on this glorious day.

A day which, if I may say,
will be long remembered

in the hearts of each and every
citizen of this fair community.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I find that I am...

a day upon which those of you
who are gathered here before me

will speak of to your children,

for today on the
platform with me

stands the most important
man in the entire world...

The president of the United
States, Ulysses S. Grant!

Remain here until
the first rocket goes off.

There will be a minute's delay

until the second is ignited...

Enough time for you to
join me in the east tunnels.

Mr. West,

I hold nothing against you.

Remember...

Leave here only after the
first rocket hits the wagon.

Only Torres will know

what happened here tonight.

He doesn't want anyone alive

that will testify that
he killed the president.

I will not die.

Your devotion is touching...
to die for Mr. Torres.

Only one minute to get away.

I hope you're pretty spry.

Torres wasted
no time in leaving.

I think they're just
about ready to explode.

You better put your head down...

if you want to
have the same head

in the hereafter.

Señor Torres!

Señor Torres!

Both explosions
were in the building.

Grant still lives.

Señor Torres...

Give it up, Torres,
you still have a choice.

I'm sorry you don't
have a choice, Mr. West.

I sincerely am.

I... find myself in the position

of the knights of old in armor.

Rule number one: stay away
from water more than head deep.

Rule number two,
in my case: to avoid

a rope around
the neck at all cost.

The indignity would
be far more painful

than the hanging.

Take my hand, Torres.

I would have liked
to... at another time.

Artemus!

I told you I'd
think of something.

You know, there's...

headroom under there
clear down to the river.

Torres?

Yeah.

He was an interesting man, Jim.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen...

I can recall it's been but 30
short years since I was here.

At that time, I slept in a tent

where your townhouse now stands.

I surveyed trenches
where now stands a church,

a symbol of peace.

It gives me a warm feeling,
ladies and gentlemen,

to note the progress that you
have made in this short a time.

And I look forward
with eagerness...

Now, look at it.

I want you to think of nothing.

Nothing.

Now, your eyelids
are getting heavy.

You're getting sleepy.

Sleepier...

I think that's it, Jim.

Talk to her... softly.

Nina?

Yes?

You're a student

working for your doctorate.

Yes, of course I am.

What was the last
course you completed?

The... cerebral motivations
of human behavior.

Wake up, Miss Gilbert.

Oh...

Welcome home, Miss Gilbert.

Home?

Yeah, well, it's
kind of a long story.

Oh!

Who dressed me

in these clothes?

That's part of the long story.

Have I been dreaming,
or did you just kiss me?

Oh, well, talking
about kisses...

Oh, how dare you!

Oh!

The nerve of you two!

How despicable!

The unmitigated gall

of dressing me like a hussy!

Of kissing me while I'm asleep!

Oh!

Oh!

You know, I liked
her better before.

She was more agreeable.

Yeah.

You...

Oh!