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Wowee.

Gosh.

Don't break it.

Need a hand with
this bag, ma'am?

Sir, I don't
know you.

The very idea.

Wow.

I want a room-

a big one.

Yes, ma'am.

And you mind
your tongue.

It's Miss...

Miss Kitten Twitty.

Yes, Miss Twitty.

Thank you.

Well, well?

Kitten...

Twitty.

Well, don't just
stand there.

Get my key.

Oh, yes, the key.

Yes, ma'am.

About time.

Excuse me, ma'am,
may I help?

Looks heavy.

Well, that's
very kind of you.

It is awfully heavy

and me just out
of the hospital.

Thank you.

Whoo! Be careful,
careful.

It's got my French perfumes
- very fragile.

I'm sorry.

That's all right.

I'm in room eight.

My, I hope
it's safe here.

Oh, it is safe.

I'm in room nine.

Oh, that's right
next to mine.

I wonder what the period's for.

Oh, this is a lovely room.

Where would you like
me to, uh...

Oh, over on the bed.

Fine.

That's very sweet of you.

Right up there.

Be careful now.

They're very fragile.

Thank you.

Oh, that's so
nice of you.

This is a nice room,
isn't it?

Won't you sit down?

Oh, no, thank you.

I was just on my way
across the street

to get some shaving soap.

Well, maybe we
can visit later.

Maybe.

Toodle-oo.

Bye.

♪...livelong day ♪

♪ I've been working
on the railroad ♪

♪ Just to pass the time away ♪

♪ Don't you hear the... ♪

♪ Rise up so early
in the morning ♪

♪ Can't you hear
the captain shouting ♪

♪ "Dinah, blow your..." ♪

♪ "Dinah,
blow your..." ♪

♪ "Dinah, blow your..." ♪

♪ "Dinah, blow your horn" ♪

♪ "Dinah, won't you blow" ♪

♪ "Dinah,
won't you blow" ♪

♪ "Dinah, won't you..." ♪

He's coming, he's coming.

No, no, don't get up.

You're not supposed
to stand on your leg

any more than you have to.

That's why I brought
the wheelchair for you.

Are you quite sure
he needed a shave?

Oh, yes.

And I fixed the water
just the way you told me to.

Hmm.

Then we're all ready
for him, aren't we?

Mmm.

Oh, Kitten,

the things that are going
to happen to his mind

are fantastic.

The strange things he'll see.

I've just shoved him
through a door

into a world without
rhyme or reason.

His eyes will believe

what his mind tells him
to believe

and, oh, what his
mind will say.

Just imagine-

now I'm finally
powerful enough

to control the mind

of the invincible
James West.

Those whom the gods
will destroy,

they first make mad.

Ooh.

Shh...

Sorry.

Come here.

Kitten, do you know
what's about to happen?

Something so vast as to
stagger the imagination.

Alexander the Great,
Caesar, Napoleon,

all the great conquests
of history- mere child's play

compared to what I've
just started in that room

with a shaving brush.

Now...

With the two ounces
I just put

into his washbasin
a few minutes ago,

he's had
the maximum dose

and he'll have no further
need for this...

for a while, anyway.

Oh, Kitten.

It's so amusing-

the way men pride themselves
on being civilized.

But just four ounces of this,
mixed with water,

absorbed through the skin,
and good-bye, adieu, ta-ta

to all that veneer
of civilization

they prize so highly.

Dissolved.

And what emerges is
the true nature of man-

the primitive, murderous
animal he really is,

with absolutely no control
over his feelings-

a selfish beast.

I wanted a candy, Kitten,
and you've eaten all of them.

Now, I had my heart set on a...

Ooh... fudge!

Fudge, fudge!

Fudge!

Well, my dear
friend.

Ha'penny for
your thoughts.

Now, don't spoil it, Mr. West.

You're so impulsive.

Now, here we are,
two old friends

who haven't seen
each other

for such a long time,
and you want to fight right off.

Not even a hello, Mr. West?

I, for one, am overjoyed
to see you.

So much so that perhaps
I shan't even kill you

right at this moment.

I'll wait ten seconds or so,
perhaps.

Time enough for me to sit here
and enjoy your company.

Ten precious seconds.

What seems to be
the trouble, partner?

Did you see him?

Where'd he go?

I didn't see nothing

except you come barging
out of the hotel

with your shooting iron
in your hand.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing?

He must be crazy.

Nothing?

Huh?

Hey, Jim.

Just let me get my bags, huh?

Would you mind
punching me?

Well, I'd be happy
to oblige.

Tell me why.

I just want to be sure
I'm here.

You're here.

You all right?

Why?

You know, you look,
uh... pale.

Naw, it's just a headache,
a bad headache.

I'll tell you about it
in the room.

It's next to mine.

Yeah. You sure
you're okay?

I'm not sure
of anything.

I told you not
to jump up and down.

Oh, Kitten,
forget about that.

Now, to make a man kill
the thing he loves,

that requires genius.

And I know what's
going to happen, Kitten.

I've tested it,
I can predict it.

Tonight, the good
and loyal Mr. West

will shoot his best friend,
Mr. Gordon...

and kill him.

Three times we've caught him,

and each time
he's managed to get away.

Just doesn't seem
to be a jail built

strong enough
to hold him.

And just when we think
we've got him nailed,

boom, up he pops
somewhere else.

As a result, you're obsessed
with him, that's all.

Got him
on your mind constantly;

you see him everywhere,
I can understand it.

All right, so
I'm seeing things.

This, uh, poster
that you got

with this note
written on the back-

"Meet me at 8:00 in the
abandoned shed behind the stables

and I'll turn Dr. Loveless
over to you."

Artie, I know
what it says.

I, uh, had the handwriting
analyzed, Jim.

It was written by none other
than the little doctor himself.

Why don't I go
get a doctor?

No.

I'm all right.

No, I'm not all right.

We're not going to go
to that shed tonight

with me like this-
it's too risky.

If it was anybody else,
I'd go,

but Dr. Loveless
isn't anybody else.

Tell you what,

I'll go over there
right now

and take a look;
you get some rest.

Okay,
I'll go with you.

No, what for?

The rest will
do you good.

I said
I'll go with you.

You're sure?

All right.

Jim?

Aren't you
forgetting something?

Hold it, Jim.

Hold it!

Why are you running?

He could already
be in there waiting.

You're right.

It would be like him
to think ten steps ahead.

Well...

he's got to come
through this door,

and we'll be
waiting for him.

One of us should stay
all afternoon...

in case
he comes early.

I'll do it.

You go on back
to the hotel,

take care
of that headache.

Artie!

What is it?

Nothing.

Listen...

go on back to the hotel,
will you?

I'll wait here
for Loveless.

Call it off, you
can't do it alone.

Says who?

I'll be fine.

You can't do it alone;
you'll need help.

Jim, you're in
no condition to stay.

Then you wait until I'm ready!

And let Loveless get away?

What do you want to be, a hero?

Hey... it's me, remember?

Artemus Gordon,
Mrs. Gordon's son.

I'm sorry.

For a moment, Artie, you...
it was almost like I hated you.

Yeah, sure.

Come on, I'll walk you
back to the hotel.

Jim...

put out that lantern.

Is that an order?

What's the matter
with you?

You want him to spot us?

Put out that lantern.

Get down!

Jim?

He's out there.

You want to get shot?!

We'll wait for him.

When he comes in,
we'll get him.

Get out of my way.

I am not letting
you out of here

in this state.

I said get out of my way.

No.

Why?

Call the sheriff;
I just killed my friend.

His name's
Artemus Gordon.

He got off the stage
this morning.

What are you
talking about?

There was no stage
this morning.

It doesn't come in
till tomorrow morning.

What are you
talking about?

I met the stage
myself.

I saw him.

He's got the room
next to mine.

Believe me, there was no
stagecoach in this morning.

Uh, your friend
isn't here.

I've got his room
down for tomorrow.

Look for yourself.

He isn't dead,
is he?

No, but he'll soon
wish he were dead.

But we won't let him die,
will we, Kitten?

Not for a long, long time.

Oh, how he's going
to beg for it.

Whoa!

Mr. Gordon?

Yeah.

Well, I'm
the hotel clerk here.

Uh, it's about
your friend.

Uh, is anything wrong?

Well, maybe we'd
better talk inside.

Yeah.

All right, something
is wrong, what is it?

Well, a lady,
uh, a Miss Kitty Twitty

took your friend
to the hospital last night.

Why, is he hurt?

No, sir,
it's worse than that.

What do you mean?

Well, he went mad.

What?

Yeah, stark-raving mad.

He was running around
out there in the street

and a-waving his gun
and talking to himself.

And then he comes
rushing in here last night

and he tried to tell me
that he killed...

Killed who?

Well, he claimed
that he killed you.

Me?

Yeah.

Oh, excuse me,
I got to tend

to these folks first.

I'll be
right back.

There is no escape,
Mr. West.

Ultimately,
we are all prisoners,

are we not, Mr. West?

Because we cannot
escape ourselves.

Stone walls are never
so much a prison

as the skin that surrounds
each of us.

Man's
fate.

My friend there
is a deaf-mute.

That's his prison.

But for you...

some sherry.

It will do you good.

It's safe.

I imagine you're bursting
with questions.

You'll tell me.

How can you be so sure?

Because I know you.

You're always
talking...

about yourself.

Bragging.

That's preposterous.

I'm not a petty man.

I'm a scientist.

I've trained, disciplined myself
to be serenely dispassionate.

To accuse me
of bragging...

you may as well accuse the sun
of being egocentric

because it shines.

Mm-hmm.

Really, you can be
quite exasperating.

What kind of remark is that?
"Mm-hmm."

I'm not quite sure
why I put up with you.

Because you need me.

I need you?

Now who's being egocentric?

I don't need you.

I don't need anyone.

I have myself.

You were an
experiment only.

And the experiment... succeeded.

Beautifully.

But I can discard you
any time I wish.

Aren't you even curious
about the experiment?

No.

Not even if I should tell you

that with it, I can own
America- all of it?

No.

Not even if I should tell you

that with it, I can kill every
man, woman and child in America?

No.

That's what I am going to do-

kill every man, woman
and child in America.

Now, what do you think of that?

Here- let me help you
up the stairs, may I?

Oh...

Our visiting hours
are over, Mr. Gordon.

But I think, for you,
we can make an exception.

Jim!

Hey, Artie.

Is that really you?

Yeah, in the badly
bruised flesh.

Who were you expecting,
President Grant?

But... but I thought
I shot you.

You've done a lot of
things to me in your time,

but you never
got around to that.

Hey, what's
the matter?

I remember.

That great experiment Dr.
Loveless was talking about.

He did it... to me.

Hallucinations.

He made me think
that I shot you.

And he's planning
to use it

on every man and woman
in this country-

make them
kill each other.

Isn't that kind
of a big order,

even for Loveless?

But it worked!

It worked on me.

It nearly drove me
out of my mind.

Yeah, but everybody?

Millions of people?

Ah... how?

I don't know.

But we're going
to find out.

When he talks to you,
don't pay any attention,

and then he'll tell us
everything.

Well, Mr. Doubting Thomas,
now that your friend is here,

perhaps I can show you
a few things.

No.

I'm not interested.

Well, then be interested.

Oh, no, you're not
going to tell us

about another one

of those silly
inventions of yours.

Silly?

Yes.

I'll show you.

Here we go.

Kitten, mix that
with some of that.

Now, be careful you don't
get any on your hands.

Some of my powder that I used

to mix in his shaving water
yesterday morning.

You know what happened to you.

Perhaps you would like
to be convinced, huh?

Hold out your hand.

All right.

It can work on Artie.

What does it prove?

You made one
of your usual boasts.

You said it could work on everybody
- millions of people.

That's
preposterous.

It's not preposterous.

I can show you how it'll work
on large groups of people.

Kitten...

the wine the staff is
having for supper tonight-

mix that in it.

But, Doctor,

we can't...
we...

Never mind.

I'll do it myself.

It goes very well
with wine, you know.

You'll find out for yourselves
at supper tonight.

Kitten...

how many people
on this staff?

Twenty.

20 men and women...

just like that,
to prove a point.

He doesn't mean it.

He's... he's just trying
to scare you.

But they're all loyal to him.

He knows that.

He just wants
to kill the others.

The others... includes you.

No.

You don't understand.

He love... he likes me.

He... he's promised
to make me...

make me pretty.

Loyalty doesn't mean
a thing to him, Kitten.

Please believe me-
you're next!

What are you doing
in here?

I thought you'd be
in the dining room.

It'd be great sport,

watching 20 men
and women

tear themselves
apart.

He's only
playing with you,

having his
little joke.

He wouldn't do
a thing like that.

Things are going
right on schedule.

You'll see,
Mr. Doubting Thomas.

Look at him, Artie.

Men are about
to murder each other.

Look at him over there
with Antoinette.

Like a couple
of turtle doves.

You know, uh,
she may be

the only thing
in the world

that he really
cares about.

Well, she is
very pretty.

Mmm.

♪ Lullaby and good night... ♪

Let's eat.

♪ With roses bedight ♪

♪ With lilies bestead
is baby's wee bed ♪

♪ Lay thee down now
and rest... ♪

♪...now and rest,
may thy slumber... ♪

♪ Lay thee down now and rest ♪

♪ May thy slumber
be blessed. ♪

You are invincible.

Is there anything you cannot do,

are there any worlds
you cannot make to live in?

No, none.

The world I wish for is
the world I shall have.

You have spoken.

Kitty, the
door, please.

You may have to clean up
a bit of mess, dear.

This is too solemn a moment
for gloating, Mr. West.

I feel no wish to boast.

Do you know
what tomorrow is?

No.

The end of winter.

Tomorrow, everywhere except
in the breast of man,

the chill will begin to thaw.

Small things, so fragile,
will be born again.

So much promise.

And by the end
of spring,

the promise
will have flowered.

Mr. West, you cannot know
the deep hurt one can feel

when the seed cannot reach
its full flowering.

For in the summer, man comes.

Man comes to crush and maim

and kill all that spring
has given birth to.

So summer must not come,
nor man.

Man must be destroyed.

But there are millions of people in the country
- how?

Why, the water,
Mr. West,

the water from which
all life comes,

and from which now
death must come.

There are ponds
and lakes

all over this area.

My friend here... and his
friends- thousands of them-

come here every winter.

Tomorrow, they will
return to their homes,

their hills and ponds
and lakes

all over America.

Each one will carry

a pellet of my powder.

The pellet will melt,

bringing death into every home.

The world will be

made innocent again.

The world?

Other people
in other countries

also use water, Mr. West.

I intend to travel.

And, uh, when
do we get killed?

Oh, soon.

Don't be impatient.

You know, he has
really gone insane.

Artie, you look
a little peaked.

How about a snack?

I appreciate
your concern.

Right now, I'd rather worry
about Dr. Loveless.

Worry and eat.

We need a weapon,
don't we?

What are you going
to do,

choke him to death
on a bone?

Something like that.

Well, fortunately,
I never get enough turkey.

Would you mind telling me
what you've got in mind?

Oh, just an idea.

I need a little time
to work it out.

You wouldn't have
any giblet gravy

in your pocket,
would you?

Ever kill a man
with giblet gravy?

That's the best turkey
I ever ate.

That ought
to be sharp enough.

That's perfect.

Load it, Artie.

Easy on the suspenders,
friend, huh?

That's the only pair
I've got.

Hope they fit.

I'll be back for the rest of you
in a few minutes!

Don't want to leave
anyone out- not one!

Today is for all of us!

It's useless to try
and shoot this lock off.

Kitten!

Kitten, come here.

Kitten, you've got
to let us out of here.

We have to stop him.

Oh, he only wants to make
the world beautiful again.

How, by killing people-
his own friends?

He didn't do it.

They killed each other.

The medicine only made them
what they really are- evil.

He's the one
that's evil.

He doesn't just hate people.

He hates life itself.

Well, can you blame
the poor little one?

I know he can do it.

He can do an operation.

He can make pretty faces,

and pretty bodies where
there was only ugliness before.

He said it to me.

"I know, Kitten.

"I know what it's like
to have men laugh at you.

I don't ever want that to happen
to you again," he said.

I believe him!

He knows what it's like.

All right, he can
do all that.

But what good is it
being beautiful

when there's nobody around
to notice it, Kitten?

The men send flowers, gifts, jewelry.

And with their
strong arms

and their kisses.

You're entitled
to love.

And a man of your own picking.

Dead.

All murdered by him.

We've got to
stop him, Kitten.

You can't let him kill
all your admirers.

Kitten, open the door.

I won't!

No, I won't do it!

You can't make me do it!

I love him.

I love what he is.

I love him, do you hear?

He knows what
heartbreak is.

He knows what loneliness is.

He knows what it is
to live with a hurt

that nature herself
can't undo.

Kitten, what
have you done?

I've betrayed him!

I've betrayed him!

Ooh, soon you'll own
the skies now

and the ponds and the lakes.

Never again will danger lurk
in weeds and rushes.

And marshes will be safe again.

No loud violence from iron
and steel and powder.

No sad plummetings
from the dawn skies.

No piteous scattering
of feathers in the dawn wind.

The evil will be destroyed,
I promise you!

I promise this to all of you!

A world without man.

Man- that ape

who pretends to be
descended from the angels.

We'll have to grab him.

He may be armed.

And in his insatiable
hunger for power,

he creates gods
in his own image-

mind you, in his own image,

and chooses to call
the universe benevolent.

What arrogance!

Where is there
benevolence

when even a small,
helpless, trusting,

new life can be
twisted heartlessly

and condemned to pain
and ridicule?

We are all born
trusting.

We are all born
with hope.

And what happens?

It is a vicious universe,
I tell you.

But with one move of my hand
on this lever,

I send you forth
to rid the world of evil.

Now...

Loveless!

Get away
from that!

Stay where you are, Mr. West.

If you shoot me,
my hand will move this lever,

and the cages will open
at once- all of them-

and there will be no stopping
these ducks.

Artie,
I can't hold it!

Quickly! Our escape must be now!

Hurry, Miguelito-
the boat in the lake!

Hurry!

I think that's it.

Let's go!

Do you think
they can swim?

There's only one way
to find out.

I'm afraid, Miguelito!

I'm afraid of the water!

Antoinette can't swim,
and neither can I.

Can you help us?

Can you save us?

Please,
you've got to.

No, I can't swim, either.

I'm afraid, Miguelito!

I'm afraid to die!

Don't worry,
my darling.

Everything
will be all right.

We shall both live
forever.

It's no good.

I couldn't find
a thing.

I couldn't even
hit bottom.

They've been there
over ten minutes, Jim.

They're dead
for sure.

Where Loveless
is concerned,

I'm not sure
about anything.

You just don't want
to believe it, that's all.

But he's gone.

Back to the water
he always said life came out of.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe hate is
as strong a bond as love.

What do you mean?

I'll miss him-

that little man with the giant
rage against the whole universe.

As Kitty said,

who can blame
the poor little one, huh?

Come on.