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He's a madman!

I must warn the president!

Giant spider!

And they say you scientists
are supposed to be smart.

The legendary Captain James West.

And I finally got him all to myself.

And surely you should feel free
to treat him just...

... bad.

Darling...

Hold on to that for me for one second,
would you?

General McGrath's boys. Waiting for y'all
for a week, you show up now.

Jim. You wouldn't be working
up here tonight, now would you?

Working? Now would you be working
if you were up here with you?

I didn't think so.

Wagon's coming!

Come on, McGrath's waiting
on this stuff.

Pack it up good, Virgil.

Next stop, New Orleans.

I'm not working!

Problem solved.

You can't just ram a man's personal things
into some hole like that.

Is that so?

I didn't mean it like that.

Damn, this crate's heavy!

Oh, Jim!

Much as I'd like to take credit for that,
you might wanna hand me my gun.

That was fun! Which one of you boys
wants to strip down and go next?

Bet you do.

Sure could use some clothes here!

Well, well.

We got us a shy nig...

Pants!

There was blood on the saddle

And blood on the ground

And a great big puddle of blood

All around

Oh, I'm so sorry.
That won't be possible. I have...

...tonsillitis.

I'm still waiting on my guns
and ammunition.

I see my men have brought
your merchandise.

General McGrath...

...your weapons are being delivered
as we speak.

Now, shall we go upstairs
and check the merchandise?

Direct me to the poot, sir.

I want something young and creamy.

A gamer that takes to the crop
and the spur.

You drive a hard bargain.
All right, 50 cents.

I'm very flattered,
but I'm just not interested.

You gotta be interested.
You're a whore!

I may be a whore, but I work alone!

Now I'm working.

Ma'am.

Nitro!

This is not the way
you transport nitro!

What's your name, missy?

Dora.

My mother's name was Dora.

Oh, really?

What kind of lady are you?

She's mine!

I feel like a ditty.

Go on, girl! Sing!

Okay, it's a ditty.

"Sons of the South. "

Here you are.

Tempo.

All right. Okay...

Back on up now.

General "Bloodbath" McGrath.

Sons of the South, come to glory

Sons of the South

Arise

Sons of the South, come to glory

Come, come, come, arise

That's a lot of ham
for these skinny legs, let me tell you!

Oh!

That's a new one. Look!

MAN
Let me out! Please!

- This room's occupied.
- I'll say.

Don't let the ear frighten you.

I lost it at Chickamauga.

Really? One can hardly notice.

Would you help me undress?
I always have trouble undoing this clasp.

Thank you.

What's this?

Why, it's a deep, deep pool.

Maybe it's your old swimming hole,
general. Are you feeling sleepy?

Yes, I'm sleepy.

Now you'll be my little doggy.

When I say "speak," you'll tell me
everything. Understood?

Very good. Tell me,
who's in that sack in the other room?

Which scientist is it? Dr. Escobar? Speak.

You can speak words, you stupid mutt.

Who do you work for?
Who paid you to kidnap Escobar?

No, watch the swirling spiral.
Watch the...

Bad dog!

Bad dog! Watch... Oh. Damn!

Stay! Stay!

Bad dog!

Didn't mean to startle you.
Looked like you could use help.

Looks can be
deceiving, dark stranger. I'm fine.

I'm sure you are, ma'am.

Big, sturdy gal like you
probably gets top dollar too.

Here you go.

Run along. I'm gonna sing
my old friend McGrath a lullaby.

I need him!

You got your money. Run along!
Have a little dignity.

West!

West!

That'd be an awful career decision.

West! West! Go! Go get him!

Get Escobar out of here!

Stop or I'll squeeze.

U.S. Army! Stay out of my way, lady!

I'm not a lady! I'm a U.S. marshal!

Stay out of my way!

"Get out of my way, get out of my way.

U.S. Army.

U.S. marshal. "

Oh, dear!

Federal agents inside, sir.

So Miss Lippenreider informs me,
Mr. Hudson.

Still, I believe
good manners dictate...

...that we should send out
the welcome wagon.

Now what?

There, partner!

The war may have got you
40 acres and a mule...

...but you can't just traipse into the
president's office. Give me that gun.

What, that one?

What about that one?

Whoop!

- That'll get you killed.
Gentlemen!

Don't make Captain West any later
than he already is.

There've been a lot of death threats.

The Cabinet made me hire
these damned detectives.

Drink? Cigar?

Don't mind if I do, sir.

So I understand you let
General McGrath get away.

That's not exactly the way it happened.

- Some half-a-sissy masquerading as...
- Artemus Gordon.

You know him?

Of course. He's the best marshal
I've got. A kind of genius.

Gordon has proven himself as a cunning
operator, with a rapacious intellect.

Nothing will stop him
from completing a mission...

...except maybe the impulsive actions
of a headstrong cowboy.

Who are you, mister?

What do you mean, who am I?

I am the President of the United States.

Wrong answer.

Who are you?

I am the President of the...
I'm Artemus Gordon.

How did you know?

The President went to West Point.
That says Harvard.

Very observant.

Somebody mind telling me
what's going on?

President Grant,...

Sir, these are perilous times.

I was merely demonstrating how someone,
using the art of disguise...

...could penetrate into the very bowels
of the White House, sir.

You're clever, Gordon.
One day it's going to get you killed.

Like today.

And, West, not every situation calls for
your approach of "shoot first...

...shoot later, shoot some more...

...then when everybody's dead,
try to ask a question or two. "

Working together will be good.

- Working together?
- With all due respect...

You'll work the way your
Commander in Chief tells you to.

Well, I was coming to that, sir.

Gentlemen, America's top scientists...

...in the fields of physics,
hydraulics, explosives...

...all kidnapped in the last year,
and all by General McGrath, it now appears.

You two have been working
on the same case the whole time.

Why did it take so long
to figure it out?

One of us was trying to catch McGrath,
and the other was trying to marry him.

We don't have time for this.

Only one week, if we believe this.

"General Grant,
the scientists you seek...

...are in my employ creating
a weapons system...

...beyond the pale
of contemporary imagination.

I suggest you put
your affairs in order.

You have one week before you will
surrender the U.S. government. "

The letter was delivered today
with that cake.

- It's marzipan, isn't it?
Careful.

It's McGrath, sir.

McGrath may be a vicious killer,
but a mastermind he is not.

So whom do we seek?
After consulting with Intelligence...

McGrath is on his way to New Orleans.
The longer we stay here...

...the farther he gets.
I don't need Intelligence.

You'd rather rely on stupidity.

I am leaving today for Utah...

...where the transcontinental railroads
will be joined at Promontory Point.

You two are the best I've got.

Put aside your differences...

...and find this madman,
whoever he is, and stop him.

You have one week.

Dismissed.

Gentlemen.

The Wanderer is at your disposal.

Engine number five, track six.

Mr. Gordon, the item you requested.

Thank you.

- Figures.
- My new invention.

The Bi-Valve Interior Combustion
Twice-Exhausted Bi-Axle Nitro-Cycle.

Save it. Got a train to catch. Hyah!

Not if I catch it first.

Avanti!

Nice horse!

Gordon!

Gordon!

Stop the train!

Hey! I'm warning you!

Gordon! Stop the train!

Come in. Have a seat.

Stop the train!

Stop smiling at me!

How nice of you to drop in.

All right...

Let's drop the beards, the bikes,
the fake boobies.

Let's set that needlepoint aside
and handle this like men.

As a matter of clarification,
this is not needlepoint.

This is needlepoint.

I'm putting the final touches
on my latest invention.

I call it The Impermeable.

It's a vest.
When worn under clothing...

...it can stop any bullet,
fired even at close range.

- Is that so?
- But I haven't tested it fully yet.

Guns.

I find them primitive and unnecessary
if one's done one's proper planning.

I have always felt that allowing any
situation to degenerate into violence...

...constitutes a failure on my part.

Well, Mr. Gordon...

...you failed.

All right, Mr. West,
we'll settle this...

...like men.

Ding!

I love this train.

- Cheers!
- Gordon!

While you're down there,
feel free to make use...

...of my Sub-Carriage Inter-Rail
Vehicular Egressor.

I designed it myself!

I've been thinking.
Maybe the president's right.

We should put aside our differences
and work together.

Fight each other all you please.
Harm my train, I'll douse you like dogs.

That's my truffle reduction sauce.

Let's get on about our
president's business, shall we?

- Where to?
- New Orleans.

- Why don't we let Professor Morton decide?
Who?

I don't need some nobody professor
telling me where to head.

Meet Professor Thaddeus Morton,
kidnapped from M.I.T. six months ago.

Expert in the field of metallurgy.
Discovered in a field of alfalfa.

That's a man's head.

This magnetic collar was found about
six feet away, near his body.

Still trying to figure that out.

That's a man's head.

According to the Retinal Terminus
Theory, a dying person's last image...

...burns into his eyeball like a photo.
Perhaps there's a clue.

I give you Morton's last image.

That's a man's head.

Refraction of the lenses causes the image
to appear upside down, so we simply...

That...

...is a man's...

...head.

Voil�!

McGrath.

Something's in his pocket.
It's too fuzzy to see.

Mortification of the aqueous humor's
led to a loss...

Glasses.

"Friends of the South, come to
a costume ball, April 14, half past 8.

346 Pine Court, Garden District. "

New Orleans.

Gypsy queen... pirate...

Ah. How about this?
Come as my manservant.

Why, yes'um, Master Gordon!

I swears I'd be delighted!
I sing, I dance for you, sir.

I swears none of the white folks'll
know I'd rather shoot myself...

...than play your damn manservant.

You must wear something.
It's a costume party.

This is all I need to wear.

If you insist on a firearm,
I have something...

...you'll find intriguing.
I designed it to go...

...with this.

Jim West does not wear costumes.

Very well. What's your plan?

I was thinking I'd go
as a government agent...

...who'll kill
General Bloodbath McGrath.

An armed, Negro cowboy costume in a
room full of white former slave owners.

You'll win first prize.

Listen, the art of disguise
is what we need to get into the party...

...to find the kidnapped scientists...

...before they're forced to create
something that'll destroy the U.S.

You and I have been handpicked
by the president.

Our freedom is at stake,
and this is our duty as men.

You go as a riverboat captain,
and I'll be a saloon girl.

Let me tell you something about
your art of disguise.

That night at Fat-Can's, it wasn't difficult
to see you weren't a woman.

I was propositioned by three men.

You looked nasty.

Just butt-ugly.

I mean, your breasts
were hard and stiff...

...and stuck out like a couple
of rusty cannons on a sunken ship.

These breasts are a work of art.

Aesthetically
and scientifically perfect.

They look like shit.

- Touch them.
- I'm not touching those.

Afraid you're wrong?
Touch my breasts!

Just one. Touch one!

Happy? I'm touching them.

I knew it!

Squeeze it gently.

Not that hard! Now you've shifted
all the buckwheat around.

Buckwheat? That's your problem.

What are you doing?

Now touch my breast.

- Oh.
- That's what a breast should feel like.

Very nice.

Now touch yourself.
Oh, my God, I'm hard!

I was just gonna jot down a note.

You could put a gun on that.

Then where would I keep my pencil?

I think you underestimate
the convenience of a pocket.

What are you doing here, boy?

I sorry, sir.

I was hoping...

I was hoping I wouldn't...

...have to break your nose.

White folks.

Get your hands off me!

Put me in the dungeon with those smelly,
bearded men, but I won't get on that!

- You applied for the position.
- A standing-up one!

I'm an entertainer.

Stop complaining. You'll enjoy it.

An authentic cowboy outfit,
complete with six-guns.

What a terribly clever costume, Mr...?

West.

- Jim West.
- West.

Well, West meets East.

- Mae Lee East.
- Ma'am.

Are you here alone, Mr. West?

I'm looking to surprise an old friend,
General McGrath. You haven't seen him?

I don't think that name was on our
guest list. And I would know.

I am Dr. Loveless' personal assistant.

Dr. Arliss Loveless?

Funny how some folks think he's dead.

Tonight is his coming-out party.

See anybody that looks familiar?

Matter of fact, I do.

I am jealous.

Don't be.

Meet me later in the foyer.

WOMEN
Mine eyes have seen the glory

Of the coming of the Lord

He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored

He has loosed the fateful lightning
Of His terrible swift sword

His truth is marching on

Don't you just hate that song?

Why, y'all look like
you've seen a ghost.

It's me, dear friends.

Alive and kicking.

Well, alive, anyway.

We may have lost the war...

...but heaven knows we haven't lost
our sense of humor.

No, not even when we lost a lung...

...a spleen...

...a bladder...

...two legs...

...35 feet of small intestine...

...and our ability to reproduce,
all in the name of the South!

Do we ever lose our sense of humor?

Now, I owe a deep debt of gratitude...

...to our friends from across the sea
for their comfort...

...and kindness.

So mi casa es su casa!

Let the party begin!

Mr. West.

How nice of you to join us...

...and add color
to these monochromatic proceedings.

When one comes back
from the dead...

...I find that an occasion to stand up,
be counted.

Miss East informs me that you expected
to see General McGrath here.

I knew him years ago...

...but I haven't seen him
in a coon's age.

It'd be difficult
for a man of your stature...

...to keep in touch with
even half the people you know.

Perhaps Miss East will keep you
from being a slave to your disappointment.

Beautiful women encourage you
one minute...

...then cut the legs out
from under you.

Quite. Will you excuse me?

Thank you.

- General McGrath.
- Yes, sir.

You're in for a big surprise
when you get this one in the saddle.

Stupid cowboy!

He mistake you for me.

Dr. Loveless, our cause is
in a grave situation.

Since the nitro and guns were destroyed,
lice and demoralization has set in...

General McGrath, if I may interrupt.

Your men will have
their weapons tonight...

...and they will be part of the greatest
military victory of this century.

So have your men...

...here...

...at 10:00 tonight.

You, sir, are a pip.

I'd follow you
into the jaws of Cerberus hisself.

And so you shall.

Help! Please! Somebody help me out!

I said to meet me in the foyer.

Foyer?

I've never been much good with French.

Au contraire.

So let's see, Mr. West.

Are you a dangerous spy of some sort...

...or just a handsome cowboy...

...who likes to...

...poke around?

I believe I'm that second one.

East and West.

Never the twain shall meet.

Oh!

First, I'd like to reiterate
that you make one ugly woman.

Okay.

Second, while you were out here,
I found out Dr. Loveless...

...is meeting McGrath and his troops
in an hour.

You go right ahead, enjoy the party.

I'm gonna save the Republic.

By the way, boobies look great tonight.
Nice and perky!

Oh!

Hang him!

We need to teach y'all a lesson
about how to behave in polite society.

Never drum on a white lady's boobies
at a big redneck dance. Got it.

Sure am glad
we got that cleared up.

My God!

Oh! Excuse me, am I intruding?

I feel I know you from somewhere.

Nice try, buster.

I look like something out
of James Fenimore Cooper...

...but I mean you no harm.

My name is Artemus Gordon...

...and if I'm not mistaken,
you're in trouble. Allow me.

I'm Rita.

I was hired as an entertainer.

Not that I'm complaining,
but why are you here?

I'm looking for some missing scientists,
not that I'm complaining.

I'm a special U.S. marshal
on assignment from the president.

If you're so special,
how come you're looking up here...

...when Loveless has them
in the dungeon?

The dungeon has been cleared out.

I checked it after sampling the gumbo,
which was a bit heavy on the okra.

There you are.

Thank you. Artemus, was it?

It was.

I don't forget a face that easily.

Like to have everybody's attention.

We've had a series of major
misunderstandings this evening...

...and I'd like to take a minute
to clear a few of them up.

First of which...

...the whole drumming
on the boobies thing.

In my native land...

Georgia?
- Africa.

...my ancestors used drums
to communicate between villages.

I'm sure y'all can see how...

...with this gal, we can communicate
all the way to Baton Rouge.

On a clear night,
we might even get Galveston.

All I was saying to the gal was,
"Nice dress, darling.

Good to see you. My name's Jim.
How's your mama?"

Then there was the redneck comment.

And I'm getting the sense
that y'all took that negatively.

But let's break down that word.

"Redneck. "

First word: Red.
Color of passion, fire, power.

Second word: Neck.

Neck...

I can't think of anything for "neck,"
but y'all still got "red. "

That's something to be proud of.

And between us,
the whole slavery thing...

...I don't understand
what the big deal was anyway.

Who wouldn't want folks
running around doing chores?

Are you gonna get your big,
fat ass out of bed...

...and pick your own damn cotton?

I don't think so.

So let's head on inside,
knock us back some shine.

Kick this shindig off
the right way!

Come on! Put this thing away.

Come on! Let's go inside!

Let's hang him!

All right, hold on. Hold on!

I stand before you as a man realizing
that I've done something wrong.

I'd like the opportunity
to make it right.

Will you marry me?

"Huh!" That means "no. " Darling, listen.

Would it help if I said
I thought you were a man?

Something's funny about that rope!

Thank you! We had a lovely time!

"Hang him! Hang him!"
I ought to shoot you right now.

Allow me to introduce you to
my trigger-happy partner, James West...

...who doesn't realize
that my Expanding Rope invention...

...was a diversion allowing me
to search for the missing scientists.

- Scientists?
- Yes.

This is Rita. I found her
in a cage in Loveless' bedroom.

She's an entertainer.

I'm afraid I haven't been
quite honest with you.

My name is Rita Escobar.

I came to find Guillermo Escobar,
the scientist. My father.

Sorry to interrupt,
but I gotta get to Malheureux Point.

Malheureux Point?

Hyah!

He's so impetuous.

Yes, he's an idiot.

Well, general, it's been
a long journey from New Liberty.

Not a day goes by
that I don't contemplate it.

So do I.

If I'd had the scientific understanding
of gunpowder and primers I have today...

...I might've been standing here.

That's not what I meant.

You meant the stomach-churning
carnage...

...that earned you
your unfortunate nom de guerre.

What was that nickname again?

Bloodbath McGrath.

The Butcher of New Liberty.

They ought to be here by now.

Maybe we're in the wrong place.

We're supposed to wait
exactly on this here spot.

You sawed-off sadistic bastard!
You betrayed us!

Having donated half my being to create
a weapon capable of doing this...

...how did you and General Lee
repay my loyalty?

You surrendered at Appomattox!
So who betrayed whom?

Munitia, make note the turret speed
must be accelerated.

Change gear ratio from 2.2 to 2.8.

Scream, scream...

"Help me. "

"Do not pull my arm!"

I demand you give the order to stop
this slaughter now!

We'll need more loading drills.
I hear too much time between screams.

Give them the order to desist!

I understand your distress,
but these men are not dying senselessly.

It is for a far greater cause
than you can possibly imagine.

You go straight to hell, sir!

After you, sir.

Bloodbath McGrath indeed.

That concludes the festivities.

Ladies, feed him to the crabs.

Since the beginning of written history,
a nation's power has been determined...

...by the size of its army.
Tonight, that chapter will be closed.

The traditional army, to say nothing of
the United States, will become extinct.

Laid low by a cripple...

...as the general
so amusingly implied...

...and "mechanology. "

But that tank is just
a little hors d'oeuvre...

...compared to what the country's
scientists are cooking up.

So if I have piqued your interest...

...bring 1000 kilograms of gold...

...to Spider Canyon
within the next four days.

And now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a tank to catch.

Judging from the position
of these bodies...

...it laid down a 360-degree pattern
of cannon fire.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

My God!

What kind of weapon did this?

It rolls on and on,
screeching like a wounded animal.

It has a cabin on top with a cannon.

It swivels around like an eagle's head.

You saw it?

Heard about it. I thought it was
crazy survivors' stories.

Survivors?

Not here.

New Liberty, lllinois,
a free slave town just over the border.

A week before the war ended in '65,
I was with the 9th Cavalry.

We discovered old folks,
women and children slaughtered.

They used them for target practice.

That's when I vowed to chase
this yellow devil to his grave.

What's wrong, West?

I thought you'd be glad
to see me like this.

Actually, I'm kind of disappointed.

I was hoping to kill
the Butcher of New Liberty myself.

Well, go on, shoot.

Send me on to hell.

But if you want the devil
that's responsible for New Liberty...

...it's Loveless.

He manned the machine there.

He killed all them children,
old folks...

...just like he killed my boys here.

Where is he?

Where did he go?

Where's he going?!

I know that.

I'll tell you if you take me along.

You'll tell me
or I'll leave you here.

The girls at the mansion,
you know, they talk.

"I wonder if my hair
will get frizzy in the desert. "

"Where is this Oo-tah anyway?"

Utah.

Let's go, Coleman. Utah.

Aye, sir.

Why couldn't we give her a ride
home to Texas? It's on the way.

On our way to Utah,
where our President is.

How you feel about that coincidence?

Artie.

We wouldn't have known where
Loveless was going if not for her.

Seems a bit ungracious,
if not perilous.

She'd have been in our way.
She and I'd have wound up in the saddle.

That's funny, I got the feeling
she was more interested in me.

I've tried to place myself
in Loveless' shoes.

Good luck with that one.

What could a maniac with no
reproductive organs want with Rita?

Which is not to say that Rita
doesn't possess a beauty...

...worthy of a Shakespeare
sonnet or a Botticelli painting.

The curvature of her buttocks...

...and the swell
of that magnificent bosom!

So full, so sumptuous...

So... what were all those foreign
ministers doing at Loveless' party?

This is what really puzzles me.

Did you have any idea
there were so many?

- How long has she been here?
- Somewhere around Botticelli's buttocks.

I am profoundly sorry.

I'll spare you the embarrassment.
Make a sandwich. You're getting off.

I know why those foreign guys
were at Loveless' party.

This is fantastic.
How do you cook it?

I mean, you can cut it with a fork.

In a daubi�re. It's a clay pot.
It's a French method.

Foreign ministers.

They were mad about something,
you know, like...

...there was some real bad deal
in Louisiana on purpose.

The Louisiana Purchase.

And Queen somebody of France
got swindled.

Queen Isabella of Spain.

This is ridiculous.
Coleman, stop the train.

- Miss Escobar's getting off.
Who the hell is Miss Escobar?

A frightened, starving, half-naked
woman who wants to find her father.

Half-naked?

Coleman, stop the train!

We're not putting anybody off
here in the middle of nowhere!

Especially if they're half-naked!

Please, Jim.
My father's the only family I've got.

Am I to sit at home and wait for news
that he's been killed, or do something?

What would you do?

I don't have anything against you.

What happens when we find Loveless
and you're still on this train?

Jim.

I know you'd never let him
take me back.

I've seen you shoot.

I'll assure you any attack by Loveless
would be an exercise in futility.

I'll demonstrate how
my design suggestions...

...have made the Wanderer
completely impervious to attack.

Over here, three seemingly
innocent billiard balls, yes?

Depress the number, it's a sleeping-gas
bomb effective in under three seconds.

So put your mind at ease.
You are safe within these walls.

I don't know about you,
but I'll sleep better...

...assuming Loveless barges in here
to play pool.

And speaking of sleeping,
I'm really tired, Artie.

Could I borrow something to wear?

- I have just...
- I got something you can wear.

It ain't stylish, but it won't explode
when you put it on.

That would be nice.

Loveless kidnapped
a few metallurgists...

...so whatever he's building
will have armor.

He kidnapped a couple chemists...

...so it'll have explosives.

According to you, Rita's father's the
world's foremost expert in hydraulics...

...so the thing's gonna move.

What could he build that'd make
the president surrender the government?

A bedside heater.

What?

Rita needs a bedside heater.
It gets quite chilly.

That's what I was talking about.
The distraction.

What?

Good night,
and thank you for saving me.

Good night.

Rita...

That outfit...

- Is most becoming.
- Lovely. I hope it's not too breezy.

Back there.
But if there's anything...

Anything at all...

I'm right here.
- Aren't you boys nice?

Well, sweet dreams.

I told you she'd be a distraction.

She's not a distraction.

It's nice having her on board.
She's a breath of fresh ass.

- Pardon me?
- What?

You said "ass. "

No, I said, "It's nice having her on board,
she's a breast of fresh air. "

Let's just get some shut-ass.

We have Loveless.

Seven hundred yards and closing.

Maintain this speed.
I'm coming up.

Oh!

What's that?
- I took the liberty...

...of installing that while you slept.

Don't take liberties with my things!

Very good.

I've only made one or two
additions to your wardrobe.

Am I missing something here?

Jim.

If we are pursuing Loveless...

...why is he behind us?

That's why.

- What's going on?
- Nothing. It's fine. Get down.

Okay.

- Push that magic button.
What are you doing?

- Seeing if your Egressor works.
- We need a plan.

- Push the button!
Very good.

He's so courageous.

Would you pull on
one of those pool cues?

- This one?
- Thank you.

Courage is only as good
as the machinery that supports it.

Good luck.

Gordon!

I have them square in my sights, sire.

As do I, Munitia. As do I!

Fire away!

That's it!
I won't let Loveless take me away!

- I'd rather be dead!
- That's not a good thing to wish for!

Please, Artie! Don't leave me alone!

Ladies, we need a new train.

- Give me the ball. I have a plan.
- I won't!

- Gordon!
- It's Loveless!

- No, it isn't.
- Yes, it is!

Jim.

An innocent billiard ball this way,
but depress the number...

...and on impact it ruins our mission.

- Don't move!
- Let go of my leg.

Loveless has fitted us with the same
metal device we found on Morton.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I trust you slept well.

- What have you done with Rita?
Rita, is it? How familiar!

Rita is sleeping off
the aftereffects in the stateroom.

She is quite lovely, isn't she?

Who knows? I might even
become familiar with her myself.

- That'd be one more reason to kill you.
Oh, yes, Mr. West.

To a well-endowed blackamoor
like yourself...

...it seems impossible that a freak like
me could enjoy the pleasure of a woman.

But having witnessed my use
of mechanology thus far...

...don't you think I'd devise
something for my lower body...

...that was hard-pumping
and indefatigably steely?

And speaking of hard-pumping,
Mr. Coleman...

...full steam ahead.

What a marvelous train.
You don't mind me borrowing it, do you?

Aside from a lack
of wheelchair access...

...I find it a most comfortable way...

...to pass the long miles
to my laboratory in Spider Canyon.

By the way, I'll be seeing
President Grant at Promontory Point.

What shall I tell him for you?

I'm afraid it can't be
that you're alive...

...and well.

Get out your tool kit.
Get this off my neck.

My tools are gone.

"Welcome to Loveless Experimental
Camp for Political Dissidents.

There are no guards, no barbed wires.

Stay within the perimeter,
you'll stay alive. "

- I don't have time for this.
- No, no, don't!

See? Nothing.

And now we have to run.

The collars around our necks seem
to contain powerful magnets!

As long as we can outrun the blade,
we'll be fine!

How long does it take a magnet
to lose its power?

About 400 years!
- Damn!

The gully! The gully!

Run for the gully!

Go, Gordon! Go!

- Gordon! Leap into my arms!
- No.

Now!

Bless you.

Sorry.

Rita, my dear.

Not that I'm ungrateful to Providence
for bringing you back...

...but I have to confess...

...I'm a bit curious as to how
you managed to wind up with them.

They seemed so sure they could find you,
I thought if I stayed with them...

...they'll bring me back
to all my friends.

Not to give you a big head,
but I kind of missed you.

Well, isn't that a coincidence?
Because I kind of miss me too.

What's your plan for getting
this thing off my neck?

Excuse me?

That's what you're here for.
You're the master of this mechanical stuff.

Ha, ha, ha. Oh, I see.

Now I'm the master
of this mechanical stuff.

As opposed to five minutes ago,
when I tried...

...to find an intelligent solution
to this problem.

Then something happened.
Someone, who'll remain nameless...

Jim!

West!

...decided to jump over the wire...

...providing us with that romp
through the cornfield...

...and that death-defying leap
into the abysmal muck!

And here we stand,
while that demented maniac hurtles...

...toward our president on our one
and only mode of transportation...

...with Rita as prisoner, armed with
machinery of mass destruction...

...with the simple intention
of taking over the country.

- You need to calm down.
- I can't be calm.

No, no, no, no.
I'm the master of the mechanical stuff!

And I have to help you! You!

The master of the stupid stuff!

Wanna get your collar off?
I'll get it off!

I don't have a gun.
Otherwise, I'd shoot it off!

Here's something in the true
Jim West style!

- I'll bash it with a rock!
- You don't wanna do that.

- Oh, but I do!
- Wait, Gor...

- What did you do?
- I didn't do shit!

You've reversed the polarity
of your magnet.

I did not do shit!

Be still! Be still!

I'll put my foot in your chest.
Push off.

You all right?

I'm just peachy.
Can you help me get my boot off?

- Hey, hey!
- Sorry.

And that would be my belt buckle.

Gordon, when you tell this story
to your grandkids, leave this part out.

- Don't worry.
- All right, Gordon.

I'll undo your belt. I'll run that way,
you run the other way.

Let me understand your plan.

You'll run fast that way
and I'll run fast that way.

- It's ingenious.
- Whatever, Gordon.

One...

...two, three!

Oh, look.

My auxiliary tool kit.

I forgot about it. It must've
slipped out of my pocket.

Your pocket?

Why wasn't it on some contraption
that shoots out your ass?

That's the first place
Loveless would've looked.

What?

Nothing.

Oh, no. No, thank you. I'm fine.

Not quite myself out here.

There's a very large spider
on your hand.

He's just trying to get warm.

How is it you know so much
about the desert?

I lived out here as a boy.
I was raised by the Indians.

Really? Now that is...

Look, a desert wasp,
one of the world's greatest hunters.

She'll kill the tarantula,
lay her eggs inside...

...so her babies will have food
when they hatch.

Now I'm really hungry.

So how did your parents,
who I assume were Negro...

...feel about you
being raised by Indians?

They didn't have too much to say.

I was sent to
another plantation as a boy.

Ran away as soon as my legs
were strong enough to take me.

Did you ever see your family again?

They were at the camp at New Liberty.

I'll help you get him, Jim.

You have no idea
where we're going, do you?

I know exactly where we're going.

Going to Spider Canyon.

We'd get there a lot faster if you
weren't dragging that thing around.

A lot of scientific ingenuity
and hard work went into this.

It'd be a shame to discard it.

You never know when a high-powered
magnet might come in handy.

When you're right, you're right.

Loveless' private track.

This is not a mirage.
If this isn't a mirage, then that...

Is Spider Canyon.
What now, Mr. Plan Man?

Now, well...

What do we have? Intelligence, a sense
of purpose, the element of surprise.

So what does Loveless have?

Well...

He has his own city.

He has an 80-foot tarantula.

Yes, well, I was coming to that.

Nice to see an invention
that actually works.

Most impressive.

If a little ungainly.

He's trapped.

That thing'll never get
past those rocks.

Gordon! Let's go!

Gordon, let's ride!

You do know how to ride.

- Yes, I know how to ride.
- A horse.

Yes, when something primitive
is called for.

How about now? A giant spider's
stomping toward our President.

I was thinking of another spider.

Remember when that wasp
destroyed the tarantula?

The wasp had a slight advantage.
It could fly.

Exactly.

In 1540, Leonardo da Vinci designed
a flying machine, but never finished it.

With some extrapolation
and a bit of imagination, I've...

We don't have time for your plans
or half-baked inventions.

We gotta stick to what
we each do best.

"May God continue the unity
of our country...

...as this railroad unites
the two great oceans of this world. "

Good Lord!

Well, now, isn't this a coincidence?

I'm out for a little morning ride...

...and in the middle of nowhere...

...I bump into
General Ulysses S. Grant himself.

We've never been properly introduced.
I'm Dr. Arliss Loveless...

...formerly of the Confederate Army.

Yes, Dr. Loveless.

It's a fine-looking spider
you have there.

What can I do for you?

I have a humble abode nearby.
I hope you'll accept my hospitality.

I have a proposition to make.

What proposition is that?

The immediate and unconditional
surrender of the United States...

...to the Loveless Alliance!

I didn't realize we were at war.

You have me at somewhat
of a disadvantage.

I didn't bring my fly swatter.

How about now?

GORDON
In matters pertaining to war...

- ... the person to talk to would be me.
And now just who are you?

I am the President of the United States.

This man is an actor hired to stand in
for me on public occasions.

Not a very good actor at that.
He's too fat and dull-witted.

You got a lot of brass,
Gordon. Where's West?

You know him, sir.

Take this man away! Captain!

Lieutenant! Sergeant!

Private!

You are dismissed, sir! Leave!

We'll take them both!

Was this part of your plan, Gordon?

Well, I'm by
your side, sir. That's what counts.

I got a telegram for a Dr. Loveless
from his mother.

She said, "Come home.
Stop all this foolishness. "

Bonjour...

...buenas tardes, and good day!

Great, glorious day!

A day of healing for the wrongs
that have been done to us all.

How long have we waited?

1776, wasn't it, old bean?

The most expensive cup of tea
in history.

Manhattan, for a handful of beads.

How.

"Remember the Alamo," indeed.

Thanks, Artie.

Today, I'm proud to be able
to sit before y'all...

...and tell you that the wrongs
will be righted...

...the past made present...

...the united, divided!

Great Britain gets back the 13
original colonies, minus Manhattan.

Florida and the Fountain of Youth
go back to Spain.

Texas, New Mexico,
California, Arizona...

...revolve a M�xico.

And a little piece for me
to retire on.

My partner nations insist that
we make this as legal as possible.

Personally, I like the symmetry of it.

After all...

...wasn't it you, President Grant,
that made us...

...sign a surrender at Appomattox?

Never will I sign that paper.

Never will the United States
ever surrender!

We're at loggerheads then, aren't we?

I suppose the threat of death to someone
with your valorous war record...

...would mean nothing.

If you still refuse
to sign the surrender...

...we'll start by shooting
your man Gordon.

- Artemus!
Munitia!

Don't worry.
I'm wearing an Impermeable.

May I make one request?

That she aim at my heart...

...my heart, which has loved
this country so much.

Shoot him in the head.

- Damn!
Munitia!

Ready! Aim!

A new girl!

Well, what a nice surprise.

Ooh.

Ebonia, why are you so cruel to me?

This brassiere is killing me.

Thank you.

And this garter belt
is riding up my ass.

- Be careful with that dress.
- To hell with your damn dress.

We'll have you out of here
in a second, Mr. President.

Bye-bye!

- Is she with us?
- Captain West.

Oh, he's so graceful!

Kill him! Him!

Him! Him! The girl!

Is that the eight ball? Get down.

- That wasn't sleeping gas.
- The eight ball's an incendiary bomb.

The president!

- Let's go!
- Save the president! We'll be fine!

They're getting away. We gotta
do something! We gotta get horses!

Artie, right now we need a plan.

That flying machine idea of yours...

Were you acting like you knew what you
were talking about, or can you build it?

Bernoulli was considered
insane by his peers.

His theory states that the air
over a bird's wing moves...

...at a lower pressure
than that below the wing.

That's called lift,
and is what we will now attempt.

- It's only a theory. It's never been tested.
- Stop talking.

Here's a little bon voyage present
for you guys.

Gunpowder, nitroglycerine
and. 44 caliber primers.

How the devil do you know
about explosives?

U.S. Marshal Coleman.
President wanted me to look after you.

But I draw the line at defying gravity,
so good luck.

Hold on! Avanti!

Avanti! Avanti!

- Why isn't this avanti-ing?
- Not enough lift!

We need more speed!

That's a cliff!
- Yes, I know!

- That means the ground is gonna end!
- I know!

Gordon. Gordon! Gordon!

It works! It works!

If you had to get one right,
I'm sure glad it was this one.

Ha, ha, ha!

What kind of fancy name you got
picked out for this thing?

Wait, let me guess:
an Elevation Enhancer...

...or a Gravity-Repeller Vehicle.

No, I was thinking of something simple.

Air Gordon.

Mr. President,
I'll ask you once again:

Sign the surrender,
or I will decimate this town!

You've had my answer.

I understand, but I urge you to reconsider
in light of the following!

Munitia!

Hang on, Mr. President!

Let's go!

Gentlemen, I am truly impressed
by your effort and ingenuity.

Why not swear an oath
of loyalty to me...

...and forego your execution?

I thought I'd stuff your half-a-ass
in one of these cannons...

...and fertilize the landscape with you.

We may not have a woodshed on board...

...but that boy is gonna
get a whupping anyway!

You the one supposed
to give me my whupping?

Hell, I got one of those.

Oh. Shit. Gordon only gave me one.
If you give me a second, I'll...

Damn!

That's it. No more Mr. Knife Guy.

I learned that from a Chinaman.

I just made that up.

Nice hat.

No!

Sorry.

Miss Lippenreider,
take over the controls.

Now, somebody around here
promised me a whupping.

Dark-haired fella.

Crazy beard. About your height.
Seen him?

When it comes right down to it,
you just can't beat...

...a good old-fashioned pair of legs.

Well, you're obviously
not a poker player, Mr. West.

Four of a kind always beats a pair.

Now was there someone
particularly close to you...

...who perished
in that military action?

Well, that struck a nerve.

"I likes to beat my feet...

...on the Mississippi mud!"

Stop it!

Stop him, please!

Drop it!

Drive.
Stop or I'll shoot.

You expect to kill me
with that peashooter?

- If I have to, yes.
- Why is it that I am unafraid?

Shoot him...

...Gordon!

Shoot him!

After all that, you missed?

Actually, I didn't.

Thank you.

Your chivalry's about to be tested.

Wait!

Well, well, well, Dr. Loveless.
I bet you thought it was...

...pretty damn funny, big metal foot
on my face and all.

If you ask me, somebody around here...

...owes somebody else
around here an apology.

Quit dancing around and figure out
how to run this damn thing!

- Right.
- We got a real problem there!

Please, Mr. West!

Show some mercy!

Now, don't you fret none.

We got a lovely half-a-jail cell
picked out for you.

Please, sir! You fine, dark warrior!

Finding the right
combination of levers...

- Very good.
- Don't do that again.

I have always admired you, Mr. West.

I want you to understand that.

For four years,
I've chased the animal...

...responsible for the massacre
at New Liberty.

I hear that's you.

I am not an animal. I am a visionary!

I am a genius!

And now I am angry!

After I kill you...

...I swear I'm gonna boil you down
for axle grease!

Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!

How did we arrive
in this dark situation?

I have no idea.
I'm just as stumped as you are.

I'm facing a difficult problem here.

On the one hand, I have
an overwhelming love for myself...

...and on the other, the raw,
seething hatred that I have for you.

I could kill you very easily
just by pulling on this lever.

But I would die along with you,
hence my conflict.

Decisions...

...decisions.

Allow me to make
that decision for you.

Mr. West, although you are
as black as the night on the outside...

...inside...

...you are yellow!

You just don't have it in you.

Do you...

...boy?

Now that's a whupping.

You'll be happy to know
I'm creating a new agency...

...whose sole purpose
is to protect the president.

Welcome to the Secret Service.

Agents number one and number two.

Thank you, Mr. President.

Do you mind if I ask which one is agent
number one and which is number two?

- I don't think that matters. Do you?
- Not if you don't.

Anyway, you'll have plenty of time
to discuss it on your new assignment.

See you in Washington, gentlemen.

Mr. President, what about our train?

I'm taking it, of course.

Hell, you let Loveless blow up mine.

Jim, Artie!

- My heroes.
- Rita, look at you.

- You're a vision.
That's a fine dress you got on.

I wanted to thank you for all you've
done for me before I went back to Texas.

Texas? What do you mean?

Come to Washington with me.

Or better yet,
come back to Washington with me.

I'm afraid I haven't been
completely honest with you.

Professor Escobar is not my father.
He's my husband.

- You could've told us that.
- Yes.

Rita, dear, we really must be going.

Bye.

At least you still have each other.

Jim?

What now, Artie?

Do you mind if I ask you a question?

Actually, I do, Artie.