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Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, there's
perils out there.

Wouldn't surprise me a particle

if we was all swept to perdition

before this night's over.

What sort of perils, Mister...?

Glover.

Will Glover.

There's some things that
are better not spoke of.

Really?

There's strange things
going on up in them hills.

Unnatural things.

Forces is stirring like a
man's never seen before.

If you don't mind,
Mr. Glover, can't we find

something else to talk about?

I'm nervous enough as it is,

what with a broken axle

and being three hours late.

I think she's quite right.

We're all a... a trifle on edge.

Maybe if we introduced ourselves

we could find a more
pleasant subject to discuss.

My name is James West.

I'm a mining engineer.

Carma Vásquez.

I'm an artist.

An artist?

Mucho gusto, señorita.

I'm Barbara Bosley.

How do you do, Mrs. Bosley?

Miss Bosley.

Forgive me.

Why?

It's not your fault.

You see, I'm a dress designer.

And very successful.

Well, it's very nice
of you to notice.

It didn't take much effort.

Ho...!

Drop it!

Get down!

Get in!

Get in!

Ha!

They took the women.

Yeah, both of them.

Glover?

That first fireball or whatever
it was they shot at you

got him and one
of their men, too.

It's too bad... he could
have been of some use to us.

He was starting to talk
about some strange things

happening in the mountains.

You know this wasn't just
an attempt to kill us, Jim.

Why?

We're only investigating

the theft of some copper and
kerosene for the government.

But on the other hand,
they went to a lot of trouble

just to steal an artist
and a dress designer.

Put her in the cell!

We got the dressmaker for you.

Any trouble?

Trouble?

Meaning?

There was a man in
the coach with Carma.

He broke Manuel's arm.

When we tried to get
him, we burned Onofre.

You know who he was?

I spoke to him in the coach.

He said his name was West.

What happened to him?

We burned him!

Good.

No... no, it is not good!

My men and I... We
have had enough.

We are finished!

What do you mean?

I mean that tonight
I lost Onofre.

Three nights ago,
with the copper ingots...

Then I lost Pedro and González,

and two other men
of mine injured.

And for what?!

For more money than
you have ever seen.

Any of you.

No, for nothing!

Nothing!

Always you say, "Money, money."

All we have seen
so far is death.

Now we go.

Carma.

Stop!

No.

Nobody leaves me, Vásquez.

I think we will.

You gave me your word.

I thought you understood.

It is worthless.

Break your word with me...

and I'll bring down a vengeance
upon you and your children

and their children after them...

to wander this earth
until the end of time.

If you think... the
dead can die again,

shoot me, Vásquez.

Father, the signs are
right for success now.

It's for this I sent
you to college, eh?

So you could tell me
that everything is good

when my men are dying!

The plan is a good one,
and we are almost ready.

If we leave now,

your men have died for nothing.

She's right, Vásquez.

We will stay.

For one week only!

Vámonos.

I know my father.

You took a desperate chance.

This is a desperate enterprise.

Well, I meant only to warn you.

Like the others,

my father is a very
superstitious man,

but... he is also practical.

If you push him too far

without delivering
what you promised,

he will kill you.

I'll try to remember
that, Carma.

Yes, I think you should.

Because if you don't...

all of my work will be useless.

John Brown and his men.

"The Lion and the Wolves."

"The Lion and the Wolves."

Very appropriate,
Carma, very appropriate.

He still lives!

So I see.

Well, another dead end.

We've checked
just about everybody

and everything in this town.

We better get back
to the train and report.

Yeah.

I think this one is
going to be big trouble.

Stay close.

Hey!

I seen you around
town asking questions.

You sure took your time
about getting back here.

Oh, well, we weren't aware

that anyone was waiting for us.

W-w-well, I've been around
here pretty near all morning.

I got something for
you to investigate.

Hey, uh, we're a
little pressed for time.

Wait till you hear!

Sorry, some other time.

Just wait till you hear!

There's something fearsome
going on up in them mountains.

Such as?

That's where the
gates to the fiery pit is.

I seen it.

Two nights hand
running, I seen it!

The flames and the brimstone
shooting up, up to glory,

when they open them
gates just a crack.

Y-y-you think
I'm flighty-minded.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Y-y-you don't believe me.

Oh, yes, yes.

I believe you.

Y-you've seen it, too, maybe?

Such a wild story, no?

Muchachos.

All of a sudden you
make it very convincing.

Uh, your gun belts, huh?

Please?

Eh?

I'm a very lucky fellow.

I did not know

there was a man with such
wild ideas running around.

Not in here.

Outside of town.

Well, I'm convinced
we ought to take a look.

Where?

Uh, north of here, by the
old Indian burial ground.

You'll see!

I've finished them.

I suppose it's too
much to expect

that you'll let me go now.

No.

Does that mean
you're going to kill me?

Not necessarily.

Are you satisfied with
your workmanship?

Oh, yes, completely.

You're going to
test them, of course.

Yes, tonight.

Well, as I tell all
of my customers,

if you are not satisfied,

you just bring them
back and I'll fix them.

I guess the only way to
ensure competent workmanship

would be for you to test them.

Well...

Perhaps you're right.

Perhaps I should
go over them again.

I thought so.

Well... he said we
might have to wait.

Jim...

That must be 20 miles from here.

We can make it by dawn.

Do you smell it?

Yeah, kerosene and sulfur.

Sulfur's one of the main
ingredients of gunpowder.

Gunpowder didn't do this.

I tricked him into making
me walk into the fire,

and he forgot that fire
can also be a barrier,

so I got away.

Almost.

Who did this?

My arm...

John Brown of Harpers Ferry.

He's not dead.

John Brown was
hanged by the neck

and pronounced dead
on December 2, 1859,

in the presence of witnesses.

Can't help that.

I saw him.

I talked to him.

Ooh... ow!

The idea that he
can still be alive

is absolutely incredible.

I'm sorry, uh...

Would you mind
helping me, please?

Uh... not at all.

The idea of someone
walking through fire

in an asbestos suit,

of being shot with a Sioux
arrow in Blackfoot territory...

That's incredible, too,

but we do know it happened.

Now, is there anything
else you can tell us?

He has a big fort, compound
or whatever you call it.

He calls it Harpers Ferry.

It's full of the worst
riffraff I've ever seen...

Renegades from Mexico,
Canada, river pirates, even Indians.

They all look like they'd
cut your throat for a nickel.

Where is this fort?

Oh, I don't know.

After we left the girl's place,

they blindfolded me.

What girl?

The one who was
traveling with us.

She's part of the whole scheme.

We stopped at her
cabin to rest and to eat.

And you don't know where
that cabin is either, hmm?

Yes, I do.

It's in the foothills this
side of the mountains.

It's just below a little hill

that looks exactly
like a ruffled bonnet.

Oh, now, there's a
description that can't miss.

We started out to investigate

the theft of copper and
kerosene from government stores.

We found murder,
fire... and John Brown.

I'm willing to bet they're
all related in some way.

This looks atrocious.

Sorry.

A sling wasn't
meant to look stylish.

Well, mine will be the
first stylish sling in history,

even if I have to
hang lace on it.

Excuse me.

Well, Jim, we've still got
three leads in that case...

The girl, the copper
and the kerosene.

Which means we have
three separate ways to go.

Mm-hmm.

I'll take the girl.

Leaving the copper
and the kerosene.

Well, take your pick.

You're too good to me.

Artemus, at least I'm
giving you a choice, aren't I?

Yeah, between copper
ingots and kerosene...

It's hard to choose between
two such exciting subjects.

I'll take the kerosene.

And since we're going to
be separated, dear friend...

in case I have to
pick up your trail later.

Thanks.

Artemus, don't have too
much fun while I'm gone.

Howdy!

Hello!

What are you doing here?

I want to talk with you, Carma.

Ah, you remembered.

How could I forget?

Come ahead.

Well, Mr. West.

And you remembered.

I'm an artist.

I could never forget
the name of a man

who has a face as
interesting as yours.

Thank you.

It's very good.

I did it from memory.

I like women with good memories,

among other things.

I remembered every line...

every feature.

You know, I was very glad

to hear that you
were still alive.

But it's just...

just going to make
this all the more difficult.

My father would
be ashamed of me.

And I'm very ashamed of you.

Now, what do you say we
do some serious talking?

About what?

Oh, about dressmakers, fires

and a man named John Brown.

You know, I've already told you

you're... you're making
this very difficult for me.

I'm going to make it a
lot more difficult for you

if you don't tell me
about John Brown.

Why are you so
interested in him?

It's a personal matter.

All right.

John Brown has
gathered all the outlaws

in this part of the continent...

My father and his
men from Mexico,

Jean Corvée from Canada

and a number of others,

including what's left
of the Comancheros.

And they've all
agreed to join us,

and they're going
to be here tonight.

And what's the
reason for all this?

Oh, the reason.

John Brown is going to attack
and destroy the army in the West.

And when he's
succeeded in doing that,

he's going to seize
and loot major cities.

John Brown's dead.

I know.

That's what makes
it so impressive.

You see, most of the
men, including my father,

are very uneducated
and terribly superstitious.

They all believe that...

that John Brown has
come back from the dead.

Is that what you believe?

No.

No, I don't think
so, not really.

But it doesn't matter,

because when all this is over,

I'm going to be very rich

and very, very famous.

You see how much
easier it is when you try?

Now, is there anything
else you'd like to tell me?

Like the way to Harpers Ferry?

Oh, no, I'm not going
to tell you anything.

Hmm...

Oh, but there is something
I want to show you.

Come on.

You just come right
over here and sit down,

and I'll show you something.

It'll only take a moment.

Any little movement upsets them,

and they're already
very irritated.

I'm going to Harpers Ferry now.

I'll send somebody
later, though, to...

to remove you afterwards.

Do try not to move
as long as you can.

Good-bye, James West.

You know, it's a shame.

Under other circumstances,

we might have been
very good for each other.

Are you prepared
to join with me?

Are you prepared to strike...
To strike a blow so vast,

the world cannot conceive
of it or prepare for it?

Are you prepared
because they are the sheep

and you are the wolves?

Are you prepared to
kill, to strike, to burn...

To grab the power of
an empire in your hands?

Are you prepared to unloose
the power that I can give you?

Are you prepared?

Are you prepared?

Are you prepared?

You don't belong here.

I might.

Door was open.

Not alive you don't.

Not here.

We'll dump him in the river.

Come on.

I'm afraid I can't.

I think I should warn you...

The place is full
of rattlesnakes.

I don't see no snakes.

All right, have it your way.

But when your tongue
starts swelling up

and your breath comes short
and you begin turning blue

and your eyes
start glazing over,

I hope you look at
one another and think,

"He tried to do the
fair and decent thing."

They're right at your feet.

See for yourself.

You may leave him.

Welcome to Harpers Ferry.

You'd be James West.

And you're going to try and
tell me you're John Brown.

I am.

If the real John
Brown had lived,

he'd be almost 75
years old by now.

I ask you, how can a
man age after he's dead?

John Brown was hanged
by the neck at age 59.

My guess is you're
no more than 40.

And yet I am John Brown.

Mr. Brown, could you please turn

a little more that way?

Of course.

I believe you two have met.

I'm getting to know
Carma quite well...

and her playmates.

I hope that you
didn't harm them.

Oh, they were quite
cozy when I left.

You planned this
whole thing, didn't you?

Oh, what do you mean?

You deliberately let me trap you

so that you could get away

and follow me here.

Well, you weren't
very cooperative

in giving directions.

John Brown was never noted
for his interest in feminine beauty,

convincing proof that
you're an impostor.

Thank you.

That's a very
delicate compliment.

I chose Carma for other talents.

She's a superb artist.

She has made sketches

of every move, every incident,

every episode since we began.

When my mission
has been completed,

from these sketches
Carma will prepare

a series of engravings

to tell the whole story.

Possibly you might become a
part of that record, Mr. West...

Uh, a plate or two.

The caption:

"Death of a Secret
Service agent."

I might be able to make

a more exciting
contribution to your book.

Its ending, sir.

No such hope, Mr. West.

I anticipate a very important
use for you presently,

after which you'll be unable to
make any further contribution.

You see, Mr. West, I am
assembling an army of crime...

Desperate men, scum and
leaving of an entire continent.

You might possibly
have some early success,

but you'll never be successful
in holding them together,

and the army will defeat you

in the end.

I have a weapon,

one that I created and
built with my own hands.

With it, I will lead
my men to victory

and plunder beyond calculation.

It is a weapon of destruction

such as the world
has never seen.

GORDON: And I want you to know

that I consider this an outrage,
you scalawags and pirates

taking a man's
personal property.

And I have... I have
friends in high places

that will be very happy to...

Inside!

Is that where I
register me complaint?

The governor's a personal
friend of mine, I tell you.

You'll hear...

Who are you?

And what is the
idea of interfering

in me personal business affairs

and... and bringing me here?

What is your name?

I got a card here
somewhere, sir.

P. McGuffy, peddler at large.

Mr. Brown, there's
something about him.

Well, I should hope...

Vásquez, what's he carrying?

Uh, whiskey.

Whiskey, the
best, the very best.

You're a smuggler.

Well, I... I wouldn't say that.

No, sir, I'm a reformer,

bringing blessed relief

at the risk of me
own life and limb

to the poor, parched heathen

denied the conciliation
of the distiller's art

by an unjust and unnatural law.

I have seen m...

Are you in charge here?

You might say so.

Well...

Now, I got

a little proposition
I'd like to make to you.

You give me a little
corner here somewheres,

someplace out of
the sun, you know,

and a couple of
sawhorses and a cup,

and I'll cut you in
for 10% of the profits.

You're drunk.

Well, now, I-I-I'm
a little tiddly.

Yes, I am, I am.

I have been and I
will continue to be so...

As proof to me customers

of me unwavering
faith in me own wares.

I will not have drunkenness
among my men.

Oh, well...

I'll get rid of your whiskey.

Oh, no, sir, now,
wait a minute here!

Hey, no!

I-I-I'll give you 20%,
not a penny more!

You're an unfeeling monster!

I know I've seen
this man before.

Well, considering some of
the places I frequent, lady,

that's a very
compromising remark.

Where, Carma?

I don't know, but...
but it's the eyes,

the general facial structure.

I-I know he didn't have a beard.

Well, I didn't, huh?

Go ahead, young lass,
tug away, tug away.

There, you see?

McGuffy I was and
McGuffy I remain.

It's possible you're mistaken.

Let him refresh himself,

but keep your eye
on him till he leaves.

No.

No, I know I'm not wrong,

and it wasn't long ago...

The ear.

The ear is the one feature

that you can't
change or disguise.

Yes.

Yes, it was on the stagecoach,

and... and he was
the shotgun rider.

Ha!

Why, she's even
more tiddly than I am.

Lock him up.

Uh, now, wait...

Come on.

Just wait now.

Now, now, you're
making a terrible error,

the both of youse.

This is an outrage, I tell you.

Get your hands off of me!

I'll take youse
on one at a time.

I tell you, you're
making an error,

you pirates, thieves
and scalawags!

Me congressman
will hear of this.

Don't think that he won't!

And if you think you
can get away with it,

you're very much mis...

Hello, Artemus.

Jim.

Hello.

How'd they find you out?

Oh... oh, it was that girl.

She recognized my ear.

Can you imagine?

I've never seen such
powers of observation.

She's an artist.

Some artist.

Almost pulled off my
skin along with the beard.

Say, that powerfully
built man...

Is, uh, that the one

who's passing himself
off as John Brown?

And he's making it stick.

He's assembled
half the criminals

in this part of the country.

Claims he's got some
new kind of secret weapon.

Ah, I've seen sketches of it.

It's a cannon.

Only not like any cannon I've
ever seen before in my life...

It's a wicked-looking thing.

I guess we'll just
have to wait until dark.

Luis Vásquez, bring your men up
here, against Dutchman's Creek.

At the same time, Rafferty's
river pirates will strike here,

Billy Mord's Comancheros
here, here and here.

In a week, this entire part
of the West will be in flames.

It is then that the
various units of the army

will move against you.

That is when you'll have
to hold your men together

with an iron hand and
have faith in my power.

For you'll have to
fall back, retreat,

luring the army with you.

And when you
come to this spot...

and all the various units of
the army have come together,

I will destroy them for you.

I-I think, uh,

that, uh, we had
better wait a little.

I figured there'd be an
objection from you, Vásquez.

We have not yet enough men.

It is too great a risk.

Are you afraid?

Sí, I am.

And all the rest of you
should be, too, huh?

Ah, from one time or another

we have all had a
brush with the army.

It is not a light thing.

Huh?

We must take it seriously.

Now, Mr. Brown, he wants
us to lure the army here, huh?

Which we can do.

But when this happens,

it means that
everyone will be here

in the same place.

Now, it seems to me

that it is a delicate question

as to who is in the trap...

Us or the army.

Gentlemen,

you have seen
the things I can do.

Oh, sí, I... I have seen
you walk in the fire.

It is very impressive, huh?

But that is not enough.

I can kill any
number of soldiers.

So you have said, over and over.

You have seen the weapon
that I created with my own hands.

You, Vásquez!

I've taught you to fire it.

Sí, I have fired it at
the ground, at the air,

but that does not
mean that it will be

of some use against the army.

Very well.

I will destroy a
unit of the cavalry.

Will that satisfy you?

Sí.

If your cannon can do that,

we will follow you
wherever you lead.

It's got to be over there.

If we can get in there, I
can dismantle part of that.

¿Cómo están, muchachos?

Not a chance.

Hold it!

I call on you to surrender.

You don't stand a chance.

He's gone to bring
back the cavalry.

Of course.

Why do you think
I let him escape?

Señor Vásquez.

Prepare it.

My own invention, Mr. West,

created and built
with my own hands.

Interesting.

Perhaps very destructive.

But cavalry have charged
cannon before and taken them.

You've heard of a
place called Balaclava.

That was ordinary cannon,

but I can assure you, Mr. West,

that this is most uncommon.

We'll fire one round for range.

Señor Vásquez.

Are you ready?

Sí.

Cavalry will charge directly
through that draw for the gate.

Watch the base of
the hill to the right.

Perhaps your confidence
has been burned away

as well, Mr. West.

The cavalry is on its way.

When I have destroyed them,

you will have outlived
your usefulness.

Should I smile?

I'm afraid it would
be out of place.

Is it really necessary,
Mr. Brown, this way?

Yes.

But surely you...

I must make sure
that the cavalry

charges directly
toward that gate,

which they will do in
hopes of rescuing Mr. West.

Just out of curiosity,
who are you?

What's your real name?

I've told you.

John Brown.

John Obediah Brown.

My father named
me after his brother,

the legendary John Brown,

the one everybody thinks of

when they hear of the name.

Consider, Mr. West,

what it's like to
live in a shadow,

to be a shadow of yourself.

Whenever you give the name,

everyone thinks of someone else.

Change your name.

My uncle is a legend.

But I'm going to accomplish
greater things than he did.

The sketches and engravings
Carma has prepared

will be made into a book,

and it'll be entitled

The True Exploits of
the Second John Brown.

You see, I, too, will
become legendary,

and the name will live
because of what I have done.

You'll fail, of course.

You realize that.

My uncle failed.

Success or failure
doesn't matter;

destruction can
be an end in itself.

The size of the deed and
the name are all that matter.

Guard.

Search him out, find him!

Hurry up, find him!

Vásquez!

West!

Sorry we were so
late getting here, Jim.

It was the best thing, Artemus.

If you'd been here any earlier,

you might have been
incinerated like he was.

That's an ugly way to die, huh?

Can you think of a pleasant way?

Carma, that dress is
hopelessly out of style.

But I have a dress

that will look ravishing on you.

Jim... if we bring
Carma to trial,

it'll just result

in a lot of sensationalism
and adverse publicity

that'll be all out
of proportion,

don't you think?

I agree with you.

That means you're free to go.

Thank you.

What about my father?

We'll have to hold him

in case the Mexican
authorities want to extradite him.

May I... keep my sketchbooks?

No, I'm afraid not.

We can't let them out.

No, I suppose not.

Now no one will ever
believe me, and...

and I might have been
another Boswell or Audubon.

Carma, come on.

Let's try on that dress.

Good-bye, Mr. West.

Good-bye.

Mr. Gordon.

May I see you off the train?

I was hoping you'd ask.

I have a number of regrets...

One most of all.

Good-bye, James West.