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All quiet, Mr. West.

Good. When the president
does arrive,

you escort him directly
to his room.

I'll cover the outside.

What time is it,
Charles?

Five to 3,
Mr. President.

Good. Got time for
a little rest

before those speeches.

Oh,
Mr. President.

That's all right,
Charles.

Move on.

I'm being presumptuous,
I know.

But I just had to
say hello.

Don't you remember me?
Marcia Dennison.

Oh, of course.

The theater's
incomparable Dennison.

Uh...seen your performances
in Washington very often.

Wonderful.

And let me assure you,
if time permits,

I shall be at your opening
right here in San Francisco.

Thank you, Mr. President.
Good day.

Good day.

Hy-ah! Hy-ah!

Well done, Mr. President.

He must be one of those
who didn't vote for me.

He'll never
get another chance.

Let's get back to the hotel,
Artie.

Excellent likeness,
Mr. Gordon.

Excellent.
Come on in.

Thank you, sir.

Well, what do you intend
to do about it?

Uh, we have
a suggestion, sir.

Will I kindly stop
presenting myself as a target?

Is that it?

We know we've raised
the point before, sir.

But this time it's
more important than ever.

Gentlemen, there will always
be someone...attempting

to take potshots at me.
It goes with the job.

Mr. President,
what happened down there

was a lot more
than just "potshots."

It was even more than
an assassination attempt.

It was more like a war,
with you as the objective.

Jim, I'd say
that kind of talk

is a little on
the high-powered side.

So is the weapon,
sir.

They used
a Gatling gun.

I see.

Four government arsenals...

...and territorial
orders depots

have been raided
in the past two weeks.

Along with a lot of other
hardware and arms...

...13 Gatling guns
were taken.

Would you say
there's any connection?

Well, we haven't examined
today's weapon yet, sir.

But I'll give you odds
when we do,

it turns out to be
one of the stolen ones.

A baker's dozen Gatling guns...

...just to snuff out
the life of one president?

No, sir. There's gotta be
more to the program.

But whatever it is,
it begins with your death.

That's why Artie and I
feel so definite

that you should stay
under wraps for a few days.

No...I wasn't elected
to this high office

to cower behind locked doors.

Yes, sir.

Gentlemen...

...there's been no
official announcement yet.

But tomorrow night...

...I plan to make
an unscheduled trip to Denver.

I'm gonna address
the territorial governors

assembled there.

It's important.

I won't call it off.

Yes, sir.

All right.

If it'll make you two
feel any better,

I'll stay right here
until then.

Thirty-six hours.
And thank you, sir.

Good day, gentlemen.

Good day, Mr. President.
Mr. President.

Artie, you were right.
No doubt about it.

This Gatling gun was stolen
from the government.

Yeah, I was willing to
give odds to the president.

Raisins?

What's that got to do
with a Gatling gun?

Raisins.

Ah, here it is.
Jim...

...here's
your reason.

That dirt found under the gun
is a sample of the topsoil

you find in
grape-growing country.

California.

Uh-huh.

San Joaquin Valley.

It's starting to be
big business there.

We couldn't possibly cover
every little vineyard

in the area.

Well, we might be able
to take a shortcut

and narrow it down,
Artie.

If they're shipping those grapes
out of the state...

...it should be near
a railroad.

Right.

Now, that would probably
limit it to...one of two towns.

Either...Scottsville...

...and Jubilee.

We could each of us
cover an area

of approximately
20 to 25-mile radius.

Gonna need more than
the 36 hours

the president's given us.

That's all we've got, Jim.

Good afternoon,
Mr. West.

Good afternoon.
Any messages for me?

I'll look, sir.
Thank you.

Not today,
Mr. West.

Thanks.

Now ain't that
a disgrace?

You know
what I think?

The president ought to have
a batch of full-time guards,

with their only job
being to protect him.

I think someday
it might come to that.

The casks of wine have been
delivered to the cellar.

Thank you,
Brother.

Where is that receipt?
There you go.

There you are.

Thank you.

Marcia Dennison.

I'd know you anyplace.

Why, it's an honor to have you
in Jubilee, Miss Dennison.

A great honor.

Why, thank you.

I'm Joe Gillespie.

I run the local theater.

Hey, an attraction like you
would sure make my place pay.

Why don't you bring your troupe
out here and put on-

I'm sorry, Mr. Gillespie.
I'm not here on business.

Well, it's never the wrong time
to talk money, Miss Dennison.

If you don't mind...

...my manager handles
all my business affairs.

Jubilee too much
of a hick town for you?

You're in my way.

We've had big stars
here before,

Miss Dennison.

You heard the lady, sir.
You're in her way.

Who asked you
to butt in?

I've got a legitimate right
to talk-

Get outta here.

Wise guy.
There's one in every crowd.

Mr. James West,
I believe.

That's right, Miss Dennison.

We met in Washington
a long time ago.

One of my
fondest memories.

And it's fortunate for me

that you happen to be
in Jubilee.

He was becoming
quite annoying.

You gonna
be here long?

Just a few days.

I, um...have
business interests here.

How lucky for me.

I'd like you
to have lunch with me.

Do you always have
such a direct approach?

I wanted to ask you first,

before every man
in Jubilee does.

You're very flattering,
but it's been a tiring trip.

Shall we make it dinner?

I'd be delighted.

But it will be
the longest afternoon

I've ever waited.

Ahh, c'est charmont!

It's charming!

Well, your hotel, of course,

does not have the manner
or the service

that, uh,
hotels do in France.

But...still,

it has an ingratiating quality
all its own.

And your railroad.

Ma fois,
formidable!

The speed and the thunder
of the wheels as they roll,

I tell you, I thought every
tooth would be shaken loose

from my mouth.

You're Monsieur Raynard

that telegraphed us
for a room.

Claude Ashir
Antoine Raynard.

I'll be in the restaurant.
Yes, ma'am.

Traveler,

lover of,
uh, lovely things,

wine taster
extraordinaire

and a devoted student

of the grape.
Uh, Monsieur Raynard.

Ah, Oui?

I'm- I'm, uh, familiar
with you by reputation.

Really? Oh,
you do me the honor

to remembrance
of my name,

Monsieur, uh...

West. James West.

Ah, enchanter!

Would you like to
have a drink with me?

I'd be delighted.

Ah, bon!

Eh, please to
transport

my luggage
up to my room, huh?

What did you find out
in Scottsville?

A dead end.

The raisins are
a Bordeaux-type grape.

They don't grown them
in that area.

Eh, which way?

Uh, right this way,
sir.

Ah, thank you.

I'm most honored that you
are having a drink with me, Mr-

Ah, look at that!

Santa Paula wine.

Do you know, that is
the closest thing to French wine

that you have
here in this country?

Monsieur.

Anything turn up in
these parts?

Nothing except
Marcia Dennison.

Yeah,
so I noticed.

What's she doing
around here?

I don't know.
Maybe I'll find out

tonight at dinner.

One thing you never waste
is time, huh?

Ah, monsieur,

could we have, uh,

two Santa Paula Bordeaux,
please, eh?

You know, if those raisins
did come from the monastery,

they're not gonna
do us very much good.

Ah, not necessarily.

There any other commercial
wineries around here?

None
that I know of.

Wouldn't it be awful
if...this place

turned out to be a
dead end too?

Ah, merci.

Oh, this has just the right
amount of dryness.

You will see, eh?

Merci.

The color is a little, uh...

...on the light side,
monsieur.

It could rob the wine
of its spirit, you know?

This stuff's been robbed
of a lot more than its spirit.

What do you think's
wrong with it?

Subtle difference.

It's sweeter than usual, uh-

No body in the bouquet.

Artie, that can happen
to a bottle of wine.

No, no, no.

The brothers have been
making this stuff

for more than 50 years.

Isn't it funny they should

suddenly start
making mistakes now?

Artie, speaking of
funny things...

...do you know of any
order of monks

that permit them
to wear jewelry?

I never heard of any
in my life.

Well, I saw a monk
in the lobby...

...with a ring on
his finger.

Jim.

Last time he was here,

he'd just finished
delivering wine.

Delivering
something else now.

Two monks now, Artie.

They went out
the emergency exit.

Hey, mes bons fr�res!
My good Brothers.

The golden Cossack Brothers
of Santa Paula.

If you don't mind,

please, we are in a hurry.

Oh, no, no. I wish
only to felicitate you

upon the excellence
of your brandy.

Fantastique!

Second only to that made by
the Benedictine order.

I think maybe
you like it too much.

Oh, no, no, no.
No, no, It's not that at all.

I'm a wine- Eh, permit me
to introduce myself.

Claude Ashir
Antoine Raynard.

Wine taster
extraordinaire,

at your service,
monsieur.

Take my advice, my friend,

and go back to France
while you can.

Ah, but I'd- I would-

This way.

The general is waiting for you
in his office.

Twenty miles of
dirt road.

I'll be bruised
for life.

This way,
Miss Dennison.

Lunge and twist!

Lunge! Twist!

Lunge!

Twist!
It's not a knife,

it's a bayonet.
Do you understand?

A bayonet.

Look, it's
not a saber either,

so don't try to swing it
like it was.

You lunge with it!

You lunge, and you twist!

Lunge and twist!

Well, it's easy to see
why you guys

got tossed out
of the army.

If the regular army
paid as well as this one did,

we probably wouldn't
have gotten tossed out.

Okay...only
don't you

get the idea
this ain't any army.

You just try
disobeying an order,

and you'll see how fast you
end up facing that firing squad.

Now let's get with it.

Lunge and twist!

Lunge!

Lift!

Twist!

...and I found out this much,

the president will definitely
be on the train bound for Denver

late tonight.

Wonderful.

Wonderful!

Wonderful? But there goes

your last chance to-
Let me show you, my dear.

If the presidential train

is bound for Denver...

...it has to go
through Myoga Pass.

A perfect spot
for a nice little ambush.

Oh, I know that pass.
I know it well.

For three years...

...I commanded
Fort Brandon there.

Three years ago...

...Grant broke me.

Relieved me of my command.

Three years later,
I shall relieve him of his life.

But he'll be heavily guarded.

Why is it so necessary
that you assassinate him?

Isn't it a big enough prize

to seize control
of the entire territory?

Don't you see?

Grant's death...is the key
to my entire operation.

But why?

Well, with Grant's death,
every-

Every military garrison
in the area

will be thrown into confusion.

My troops will have
complete control

in a matter of
hours.

What Quantrill did
during the war...

...I can do now.

Everything would
lose its meaning, Cullen,

if something should
happen to you.

I promised...we'd be married
when this is over.

You've been
my eyes...

...you've been
my ears...

...whenever I've
needed information.

And I'm grateful.

What about James West
being in Jubilee?

West was lucky
in San Francisco.

He won't stop me
this time.

Tries to get in my way,
he'll die.

Tonight
on Myoga Pass...

...our new world
begins.

You! What are you
doing there?

Nobody's allowed in there.

Yeah, well,
I've got permission.

In the name
of sweet mercy,

did you
bring the medicine?

why are you in there?

What manner of talk
is this?

First you cast us down
into the pit

as Joseph's brethren
did unto him,

and then you ask,
"Why are you down here?"

I don't have much time,
but please believe me.

I'm your friend.

A friend?
Do you hear, Brothers?

I told you our prayers
would be answered,

even as
Joseph's were.

I am Brother Angelo.

This is Brother Thomas,
poor soul.

Brother Theophile,
Brother Stanislaus,

Brother Solomon.

This pit used to hold the sand
we used for our bottle glass.

Now it's our prison.

Where are the rest
of the brothers?

All being held prisoners
in the refectory.

You are-?

I'm James West,
a government agent.

What happened here?

Several months ago,
that man Cullen Dane-

Dane?

You know him?

Yes, but please go on.

He came here with many men
like a small army,

and he simply took over
the monastery.

How was he able
to keep it secret?

They posed as members
of our order.

And since we have
very few visitors,

no one has found out.

They've even forced us
to keep on making

the wine and brandy.

Deliberately making
bad...wine and brandy,

Brother Angelo?

You noticed.

You couldn't have sent
a better SOS.

We were beginning to despair
that anyone would realize.

What's wrong with him?

Brother Thomas.

He's had another attack,
and this one is

quite serious,
I'm afraid.

There is medicine
in the dispensary

that will ease him,
but nobody will bring it.

Where is it?

The dispensary's in
the west wing.

It's the last door
on the right.

And his preparation
is in a small bottle

with his name on it.

I'll bring it.

My son,

this is very dangerous.

The Ishmaelites are everywhere.

I've gotten that impression.

The general's made
this room off-limits

to military personnel.

Well, Mr. West.

How did you know
about this place?

I just couldn't wait
until tonight,

so I followed you.

Do women always lead you
into such mistakes?

No, not as a rule.

But you're irresistible,

and I just couldn't wait
until dinner.

Too bad you won't live
long enough to make it.

You know, it does puzzle me
what a person like yourself

sees in a man
like Cullen Dane.

He's an easy man
to admire, Mr. West.

I like men
with ambition.

I'm going to
marry him.

Cullen Dane is
going to be a great man.

And I want greatness.

By tomorrow morning
your precious Grant

will be dead,

and Cullen's forces will be
in control of California.

That, Mr. West,

is when Cullen Dane
will rise above the wrong

done him by Grant.

Your gun, Mr. West.

You know,
it's hard to believe

that you'd love a murderer.

A man who would
kill your president.

Do you love him?

I never said I did.

I just said
I was going to marry him.

This should be your most...

...unforgettable performance.

What do you mean?

Well, I'm sure that
you wouldn't have...led me on

unless you'd signaled
your men somehow.

Good night.

It may be
a little shaken up.

Oh, here it is.

Bless you, my son.

Mr. West?

Welcome to Santa Paula.

You managed to arrive
just in time...

...for your execution.

Mr. West,
this is your schedule:

You'll be taken by my men
to the monastery burial ground,

where you'll be given
a military execution...

...by rifle squad...

...befitting your rank
as a former major...

...in the
United States Army.

As long as you're
being so formal about it,

what about
my court-martial trial?

Of course.
But your court-martial

will take place
after your execution.

You see, there's a more
important execution

to be carried out.

You'll never get to
the president.

Mr. West,
if I were a betting man-

What is it?

There's a Frenchman
at the door.

He demands to see
Brother Angelo.

Shall I throw him-
No, no, no.

Bring him to my office.
Pardon me for a moment, major.

I'll be back with you shortly.

I tell you, I never heard
of a monastery

that has kept its doors
closed to anyone.

And I am expected here,
I tell you.

Good evening, my son.
What is the trouble?

The trouble is that
I have an appointment

with the head abbot,
Brother Angelo.

And these two are trying to
prevent me to keep it with him.

Oh, I see.

Are you Brother Angelo?

Yes, I am Brother Angelo.

Then I must tell you,

I never expected to encounter
this kind of treatment

in your place.

You must forgive the brothers.

We have been bothered
with...thieves lately.

Oh.
You may leave, my Brothers.

Uh, won't you come
and, uh, sit down?

Uh, Merci. Merci.

And, uh...

...you, my son...

...what is your name?

Claude Ashir Raynard.

Oh, this is exasperating.

First you ask me
to come here and help you-

You are having trouble
with your wine.

and then I come in,

you cannot even
remember my name.

Claude Raynard, of course.
How stupid of me.

Now, I have been
giving much thought

to the matter of
the bitterness of your wine.

Why, surely,
monsieur,

you'll be more comfortable
if we discuss this...

...at your hotel.

Uh, the grapes are here,
not at my hotel.

Now to begin with,
it seems to me

that the thing must be
caused by one of two things.

Either the wood in the casks
is still raw

and has too much sap
still in it,

which mixes with the wine
despite the charring.

Or, of course,
it could be that the trouble

is in the bitterness
of the grape.

Ah, tomorrow
I will take a look

at both the barrel
and the grape,

and I can decide.

Tomorrow.

Fine.

Tomorrow.

Of course,
the trouble could be

that, uh, worms have
gotten into the grapes.

Any time in the
afternoon...tomorrow...

...you'll be free
to inspect our vineyards.

Excellent.

No worm has ever been able
to escape me in the daytime.

Fine, fine.

Let me show you
to your room.

Oh, of course.

This way, monsieur.

Thank you.

The medicine helped.

Brother Thomas seems to be
doing much better now.

What of you,
Mr. West?

That Dane
is an evil man.

He'll execute you
as he said he would.

Oh, there's no doubt
he'll try.

Unfortunately,
I don't have anything with me...

...to get us out of here.

Of course.

Of course?

Of course what?

Brother Thomas
just had a relapse.

What?

No, as a
matter of fact...

...he died.

You'd better
sing a hymn for him.

Mr. West.

Please do as I ask.

Cut out that noise down there.

I said cut it out.

Brother Thomas has died.

At least accord the poor soul
a decent burial.

I ain't got no time for that.

In the name of
heaven,

be merciful.

You can spare us
a few minutes.

There are several coffins
in the sacristy.

Please!

All right, all right.

But I don't wanna
hear any more of that noise.

Just yell
when you put him in there.

We'll come and get him.

Please,
will you see to it

that he's buried
next to Brother Michael?

It's just
up the hill a bit.

Uh, yeah, yeah.
Right up on the hill.

Thank you.

Let's go.

Mr. West...

...are you sure
this will be all right?

I don't know.

If I get out of this,

I'll try and find
a way to help you.

Bless you, my son.

Oh, come on, come on.
Let's go.

Get rid of that thing.
We're ready to pull out.

We're gonna bury it.
Well, never mind.

Just toss it in the furnace.
Let's go.

Hey Collins,

give us a hand
with the cannon carriage.

What?

The general says we're
using the Gatling gun tonight.

We better check on
all of them in a hurry.

Yeah, you're right.
Let's get rid of this thing.

Okay.

Hey, you're not-

Fire.

James.

Well, you'll be happy
to learn that

you haven't lost
your delicate touch.

Uh, Artie,
I didn't know it was you

until I felt
that phony mustache.

Yeah.
Do you remember

Brigadier General,
uh, Cullen Dane?

Dane...Dane...

Yeah...Grant threw him out

for selling army supplies.

Big scandal,
wasn't it?

That's right.
Well, he's got

a pretty good schedule
figured out for himself.

He's here to kill
President Grant.

Then he plans
to take over the world.

Wonder if this map I found
has anything to do with it.

Artie, let me
take it in the light.

Yeah.

See, the train goes...

...through Mayoga Pass,
to Denver.

President Grant's gonna be
on that midnight train, Artie.

Look at
all that artillery.

You know, these X's
at Hawkins Ridge

could be for
gun emplacements.

The train wouldn't
stand a chance, Artie.

And no way to stop it.

Come on.

Brandy alcohol,
a pinch of gunpowder

and Brother Thomas'
medicine.

I'm sure the good brother won't
mind I'm using his remedy...

...as a kind of a
slow-burning fuse for our bomb.

Artie, the brothers.
I forgot about them.

Stay here.
I'll try and aid them.

Check.
Listen, find a funnel

while you're about it
down there, will you?

Right.

Find the funnel?

No, but maybe
this will do.

That's a Swiss Falcon 22.

Very chic
little lady's weapon.

And very deadly,
as you'll find out

if you don't put
your hands up.

Of course. Be my pleasure.

Did I remember to tell you
how marvelous I thought you were

in "Our Country Cousins,"
Miss Dennison?

Your performance
as Althea was-

Shut up.

What ever happened
to your French accent?

I knew there was something
I'd overlooked.

I wouldn't
pull that trigger

if I were you,
Miss Dennison.

Really? Why?

Because this bottle is
filled with high explosive.

You plug me,
the bottle drops,

it's curtains for
the glorious Dennison.

Such a stupid bluff.

Oh, you're right.

It's not quite
the...final curtain.

But the flash fire
that would result

would certainly disfigure you
for the rest of your life.

We've got a nice little pit
the monks just vacated.

Maybe Marcia
can occupy it for us.

Well, the gun emplacements have
gotta be around here somewhere.

Yeah. It's the only place
where Hawkins Ridge

is close enough to
the railroad.

Sergeant,
signal the others.

Four gun emplacements,
Artie.

Why don't you
take those two.

I'll get those two.

Right. You got
some traveling to do.

You better get started
right now.

Let me ask you,
after, uh,

I put a match
inside the bottle,

how long
before the explosion?

Well, between
Brother Thomas' medicine

and the brandy, I'd say
we should have five seconds.

At least,
that's what I prayed for

back at the monastery.

Well, listen, you wait
for my noisemaker to go off

and then, uh,
join in the fun.

What if I don't
hear yours?

Well, then you'd better
start without me.

Getting closer, general.

General Grant...

...and his final destiny
are rushing toward each other,

And we'll be there
at the final meeting.

Closer...

Closer...

Marcia Dennison
was so sure

he was going
to be a big man.

No man's smaller
than when he's dead.

So...to tonight.

Mm.

Oh, what a difference,
huh, Jim?

Yeah. Now that
the brothers stopped

sabotaging their own wine,
it really is delicious.

Delicious? It's superb.
What bouquet.

What a beautiful
color, huh?

Beautiful balance. You know,
there's only one thing

that's better than
California's beautiful wine.

Mm-hmm. Its
beautiful women.

Oh, he says
everything right.