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Come in.

Dr. Mallory?

Yes?

I'm Professor Johnson,

head of the Archaeology
Department

of the Territorial
Reserve University.

Oh, yes, professor.
Come in, come in.

My name
is James West.

I have an appointment
to see Dr. Mallory.

Thank you very much.

Come in.

Dr. Mallory?

No need to tell me
who you are.

I've been impatiently
looking forward

to meeting you, Mr. West.

Mr. West,

I'll be frank.

I'm a scientific goon.

I grub in rock and soil

and unearth artifacts
of past civilizations.

The point is,
I know why

I have been asked
by our government

to undertake
this expedition, but, uh...

Why the Secret Service?

Well, uh, yes. Why?

The possibility
of a diplomatic incident

if anything should happen
to this treasure.

Ah, I see.

Yes. Yes, I can see how that
would be very awkward indeed.

As an archaeologist,

can you imagine
how excited I was to learn

that Montezuma's own map
had been uncovered

in the stacks
of Mexico's archives museum?

You're the authority.

What valuation would you put
on the treasure?

It's of incalculable worth,
of course.

Not even the legendary riches
of King Solomon's mines

compare with it.

But, uh, beyond the dollars
and cents valuation,

the archaeological worth
is staggering.

Hmm. The Aztecs.

The strange passion
of this vanished race

to worship beauty
by hiding it away

under the mask
of a hideous monster.

Look at this,
for instance.

The mask of the Sun Goddess,
isn't it?

Yes, Mr. West.
It is.

Huitzilopochtli.

It was always worn by the most
beautiful woman of the tribe.

A woman, so legend has it,
so incredibly lovely,

that her beauty had to be hidden
from the eyes of mere mortals.

Not much future
in that for her.

Ah, but the rest of the legend
provides for that too.

From the remotest point
of the horizon,

the Sun God she waits for
eventually appears

and liberates her
from her mask prison and...

Oh, heh-heh.

I'm sorry. I, uh-
I get carried away.

Now, uh, let's get back
to Montezuma's map, if we may.

If I might, uh, examine it
for a moment?

Oh, I don't have it.

What? But you said -

Well, Colonel Sanchez, the
official Mexican representative

that's been assigned
to accompany us

is and will continue to be
custodian to the map.

Thank you
for the wine.

Oh, well,
I'll show you out.

Thank you.

Then it is to be
a combined expedition

of Mexico and the United States?
Yes, sir.

We'll meet Colonel Sanchez
next Wednesday at Eagle Pass.

Goodbye, doctor.

Oh, doctor, I'd like-
I must get back to my office.

Good night.

Good-
Good-

Nothing of value, I hope.

What? Great Scott.
Who cares, Mr. West?

You might have been killed.

There was that
distinct possibility.

Doctor.

What were you trying
to get him on?

Listen, Slade,
he doesn't have the map.

We're meeting
a Colonel Sanchez

in Eagle Pass
on Wednesday morning.

He has it.

Sanchez, huh?

All right,
we'll ask him for the map.

As long as you're being
the esteemed Dr. Mallory,

you might as well
wear his ring.

Thank you,
thank you.

And all poor Olaf

can think to say is,
"Jingle jangle!"

Oh, come on,
listen,

the jokes is free,
the drinks are two bits each.

Thank you,
thank you.

Yeah. Yes, sir.
Can I help you?

I'd like to see
a menu, please.

A menu?

Oh, boy, we got nothing
but troublemakers

coming in all day
today.

What you want to see
a menu for, sport?

I'd like to order
some food.

I take it back.

You not just a sport,
you a hero.

All right,

we get
something to eat.

There you are.

Any gossip
about our little clambake?

No, just undercurrents.

It's hard to tell whether
anyone really knows anything.

It's a very rough town.

Quite a few hard cases
in residence at all times.

Did Dr. Mallory arrive?
No, not yet,

but Mexico's contribution
to our little trek...

Colonel Sanchez, huh?

Uh-huh. Mexican war hero.

Aide to General Juárez
himself, during the war.

He's got a trunkful of medals
he earned the hard way.

So this one flea

says to the other flea,
"Well, do you want to walk,

or would you rather
take the dog?"

Colonel Sanchez,
I'm James West.

Señor West.

Of course.

I did not order this.

I took the liberty,
colonel. Salud.

Clumsy of me.

Well, colonel,
this is going to be

an interesting
expedition, isn't it?

Yes, Mr. West.
I have no doubt

that your country's genius
for turning a profit

will assert itself
before we are through.

Colonel, the only thing that
my country is interested in

is returning
your national treasure

to your country,
and that's all.

I am overcome by the nobility
of your sentiments, señor.

Colonel, what is
troubling you?

Always we Mexicans have to
beg help from the gringo.

Shall I tell you
what I told General Juárez?

I said to him,

"Let us go out and find
our treasure ourselves,

"even if it is
on gringo soil.

"And if anybody
north of the border

"should try to stop us,

we fight."

Good day,
gentlemen.

Why don't you go back
and finish your drink?

Yeah, why don't I?

You all right?

I believe this is where

I am supposed to be
grateful for your help.

All in a day's work, colonel.

Good Lord,
what happened?

Ah, I'd say we saw
an attempt

to relieve Colonel Sanchez
of Montezuma's map.

Oh, this is, uh, Dr. Mallory
of the Houston Museum

who'll accompany us.
Colonel Sanchez.

Doctor.

And, uh, this is Mr. Slade, who
is in charge of my digging crew.

Lucky for the colonel,

you and the Swede there
come along when you did.

Well, I just happen to be
in the neighborhood, that's all.

Then we can
take it for granted

that the map
was not stolen.

One cannot steal that
which one does not have.

The map has remained behind
in the archives museum...

after being committed
to memory...

here.

Now if you will
excuse me.

Well, I'd better
find us a guide.

A guide?

Uh, why do we need
a guide, doctor,

as long as the colonel
remembers his map?

Uh, you, uh- You really feel
that's, uh, necessary, Mr. West?

Doctor, I'm sure
the desert's changed

since that map was drawn up.

We're gonna have to find
water holes to stay alive.

Wouldn't you agree?

Makes sense,
right, doctor?

Now what do we do?

What do we do?
Well, that's simple.

We just cut off Sanchez's head
and send it to a mind reader.

I guess we're gonna have to take
the Mexican along with us.

He just won't be making
a round trip, that's all.

He'll have West
with him, remember.

Yeah, I'm kinda looking forward
to having him along too,

part of the way.
Yeah.

Ninety, 100.

Ten, 20, 30,
40, 50.

A hundred and fifty pesos,
compadre.

That's a lot
of money.

Yes, señor.

Is a lot of money,

but- But I cannot guide you
through the desert.

There are things out there.

Well, what kind of things,
Juan?

Ghosts.

All right.

I got the idea.

He wants the ante raised.

A hundred and seventy-five
pesos.

Deal?

Señores...

no, I cannot.

Two hundred pesos.
Deal?

Slade,

he's not gonna
go with us.

So much
for your ideas.

That's the fourth Indian
that's headed for the hills

when we mention the route
we're gonna take.

It's getting to be a habit,
isn't it?

I say we go
without a guide.

Who says you're running things
around here, Slade?

I'm gonna tell you
something, Mr. West-

Excuse me, gents,

but if it's a first-class,

seasoned guide
you're looking for...

You?

I sure didn't have nobody else
in mind, mister.

Do you know the country
to the north

and where
the water holes are?

Like the back
of my right hand.

You, uh, sure
you're not afraid?

Well, of course I am.

For $200,
I can't afford to be.

That's, uh, 200 pesos,
old-timer.

Was pesos, sonny.

I just upped the ante,
you might say.

Well?

Well, gentlemen, we don't
have much choice. Agreed?

All right, ahem,
agreed.

We'll assemble here
tomorrow morning at sunup.

Fine. Just inquire for me
right here at the bar.

Once we get out there,
it's gonna be

a long dry spell, you know?

Old-timer, let's talk about
what we'll need.

Why, sure.

Artie, I wish we had
hired a guide

who really knew where
those water holes were.

And that's just
what you did, Jim.

I spent this entire day
going around,

buying drinks
for every guide in town.

Now it belongs
to posterity.

Well, there's
a Sweetwater outcropping

about half a day's ride
west of here.

Montezuma's map
takes us due north.

Oh, I don't think
he'll mind a detour.

We'll camp
at the water hole tonight,

get back on course
tomorrow.

Let us mount up.

All right.

Mount up, boys!

Mount up
and move out!

Whoa.

♪ The sweetest gal ♪

♪ I ever saw ♪

♪ Was a-sippin' cider ♪

♪ Through a straw ♪
Esto es ambrosia, señor.

Well, thank you
very much, sir.

Of course, eh,

the King of France
may get better grub,

but it is tasty,
if I do say so myself,

as I shouldn't.
Hee-hee-hee!

How about you,
Mr. Slade?

Well, you may as well
take it.

It's the tail end of it,
anyway.

It's too good to throw out,
anyways.

♪ The sweetest gal ♪

♪ I ever saw ♪
Hey, old-timer.

♪ Was a-sippin' cider ♪
You, I'm talking to.

What do you call
this slop?

Well, chuckwalla stew.
Why, don't suit you?

Smell it.

Oh, 'scuse me.

Rest, gentlemen.

I've had enough
of your bullying.

Ah, boys just having
a little horseplay, colonel.

Right, boys?

Sure.

We was just
high jinkin', that's all.

Artie?

Well,
am I intruding?

No, I was just thinking.

You know,
if ever the going got rough,

you know the one man
I'd like to see on our side?

Sanchez.

The fingers of Tlazoltéotl.

The what?

The Aztec appreciation
of their earth mother,

their goddess
of the night hour.

Turn it off,
doctor.

Hey, Sanchez,

we getting close?

Yes, señor.

We are getting close.

Where do we go
from here, colonel?

Through that pass.

On the map, the Aztecs called it
"the cut in the fingers."

It is the edge of the world,
the beginning of no man's land.

Old-timer, where's
the next water hole?

Well, I'd say about
a two days' ride due west,

over there
by the canyon rim.

Let us go.

Are you troubled,
sonny?

Old-timer,
every once in a while,

I feel like
I'm being watched.

Well, now,
I tell you, son,

that's nothing but
a pure case of nerves,

aggravated by nothing
but superstition,

which has no place
with modern man.

Confidentially, I feel
exactly the same way you do.

Old-timer.

Yeah, right here.

You're getting to be very good
at finding water.

That's not all I'm getting
to be good at finding. Look.

It's a fresh print.

I'd say it was Comanche,

except we all know
they wear moccasins.

Aztecs didn't.

That's an interesting notion.

Well, whoever it is,

they're keeping us under
very close surveillance.

I'd say.

The eye of Tonatiuh.

The Sun God.

We are following
the map directly.

Now we must proceed
toward Metztli.

This is the month of Ozomatli,
the howling monkey.

Now the face of Metztli
should be round and pale.

Jake, how about some coffee
for Mr. West?

Sure enough, boss.

Coffee, Mr. West?
Thank you.

Señores.

Señores, look.

The moon.
Look at the moon.

Just as the map
described.

One day's ride
from the treasure,

the moon will be seen resting
on the twin temples of the gods.

Then we're
almost there.

Comanche.

Aztec.

Did you-?
Did you see anybody?

No.

Fella that was
on the other end of that arrow

was just the kind that would
just naturally not hang around,

if you ask me.

Well, did you give
the mortal remains

a decent burying?
Sí, señor.

You know all the answers, West.
What's going on here?

Uh, we're being followed
and watched,

by whom
and for what reason,

your guess
is as good as mine.

Now, I suggest we break camp
and be on our way.

Still giving orders, huh?

You wanna put it
to a vote, Slade?

All right,
let's break camp.

This is it,
señores:

the canyon
of Montezuma's treasure.

From here,
we go by foot.

How do we get up there?

We climb up.

There must be
some other way.

No, doctor.
There is no other way,

except to climb up
that cliff.

The Aztecs hid the treasure well
and protected it.

This is where
they used to live.

Ridiculous.

How did they
get up those sheer walls?

They're as slick
as hog fat.

Looks to me like they built
steps going up the cliff,

climbed up them
and broke 'em off by hand.

Hand me my rifle,
will you?

All right. Let's go.

Old-timer, get my rifle up
after me.

The map indicates
a cave nearby,

and these skulls are supposed
to point toward the entrance.

The jade snake.
Symbol of the Aztecs.

rubies.

Priceless.

Old-timer, the source
of the footprints on the trail.

I liked
the footprints better.

Everybody,
give them your guns.

Señores, you may be interested
to know that as a result

of the chief's order,
we will all shortly be killed.

All right, young fellow,
what do we do now?

I'm going through
the motions

of an old, ancient
Aztec legend.

I can't think
of anything else to do.

Nice going,
young fellow.

That's
the number one goddess.

It was a brave thing to do,
Señor West.

And because of it,
we will not all be killed.

Well, I'm glad
to hear that.

She says just two of us

to match
the two Aztecs we killed.

So which two?

She said it would be
up to us

to select which two.

How do you like
the decor, Artie?

Well, sure.
Early catacomb.

Where'd you get that?

Leave me alone.

How are you gonna decide
which two we give to the Aztecs?

There is only one way:

by drawing lots.

No, I got
a better idea.

We'll use
the, uh, democratic process.

Right, boys?
We'll vote.

Now, all those in favor
of choosing West

and his newfound friend here,
raise your hands.

Those opposed...

You cannot do this.

Dr. Mallory,
you must not.

Save your breath, colonel.

For the longest time,
I've had a strong feeling

that Dr. Mallory,
wherever he is,

is not in attendance
at this meeting.

That's right.
I killed Mallory.

I don't understand.

Yeah, neither do I.

If you killed Mallory,
who are you?

My name is Johnson.

Henry Johnson.

He used to be
a first-rate archeologist

till he became
an even better drunk.

I pick him up off the floor
of a saloon in Laredo.

All right,
let's get it over with.

No, I will not
let you. Ungh!

Move.

Here are
your two men.

What beats me

is why they'd have to
truss us up like this.

I don't know where they think
we're going, anyway.

Hey, Artie, know what this is
that's holding our wrists?

It's solid jade.

What do you think of that?

That makes me feel
a whole lot better.

Under other circumstances,
I'd be-

Hear that, Artie?

Yeah.

Jim. The ceiling.

Ungh. Okay.

It's fresh air.

Must be a corridor
on the other side.

All right,
let's get outta here.

We don't need you anymore.

Slade.

They think we're gods.

No one's ever lived through
Montezuma's revenge before.

They think
we're evil gods.

They think we've come
to kill them.

We've gotta convince them that
we're- That we're friendly.

We're friendly gods.

Friends.

Friends.

Friends?

Uh-huh.

Well, I, uh, ahem,
guess I better get Sanchez

out of that pokey,
huh?

Listen.

I'm king!
I'm king!

That's it!

He said that long ago
that people were murdered

by Cortés
and his soldiers,

but that
you are different.

You have protected them
from the real enemies,

whom you have killed
with your own hands.

For this,
they are grateful.

He ask one more favor
of us:

to go and leave them
in peace with that

which belongs
to them,

the treasure
of their ancestors.

Go, he tells us,
never to return.

I will inform her
that President Juárez

will probably decide
in their favor.

What about your
president, señores?

The courage and nobility
of these people

is a far greater treasure
than any we came to see.

I'm sure that President Grant
will agree

that anything we have found here
will remain a secret

till the Aztecs
want it differently.

Gracias,
señores.

I have been instructed
that we can take from here

anything we wish
to have,

as a token of their gratitude
and friendship.

Anything?

Eh, no, Jim,
it'll never work.

Uh, tell them
that we will

take their gratitude
only.

There you are, colonel,

and if you should have the urge
to spill your drink...

Señor West-

...don't do it
on that plush sofa.

It stains
very easily.

Señores,
please.

You remind me of something
I am ashamed to remember.

Now I am honored
to raise my glass to yours

as a fellow compadre.

The feeling's mutual.
It's good to see.

Ahhh.

I'd like to offer a toast,
if I might now,

to Dr. Johnson and Slade
and his bully boys

all safely
behind bars.

Mm.

I'll never forget that trip
into Montezuma's province,

things about it
I could never forget.

Yeah, I know what you mean.
She was lovely, wasn't she?

Yeah, Artie,
she was.

All right, then,
a toast to Tezcatlipoca,

the Sun Goddess.

Señores, again you
remind me of something

which I have forgotten.

A gift from the lady
we are discussing.

Before we left the castle
of Montezuma,

she asked me
to give it to you.

How nice of h-

Artie,
I think right here

would be an appropriate place
for this.

Yeah.

Friends.

Well, gentleman,
what do you say to dinner?

Mmm.

Friends.