All language subtitles for The Wild Wild West - 1x10 - The Night That Terror Stalked the Town.EN

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I must say,
he's strong.

Did you have to turn
your back on him?

Only for a moment.

You know, one of the
charms about you is

that you attract such
interesting people.

James, my boy,
this restaurant

has absolutely
the finest brandy

in all of Denver.

You buy?

All right,
it's on me.

As my Great-Aunt
Maude always said,

"If you're going to buy
at all, buy the best."

We'll see just
how strong.

No.

All work and no play-

that's...
not good for a man.

You drink
and be merry,

because tomorrow
we may die.

Ooh.

Who wants
to live forever?

You know... whoever
that lady's waiting for

is a very lucky man.

She's not waiting
for anybody, Artemus.

She's alone.

Come on.
How do you know?

Hmm, the way
she's sitting there.

Like a beacon...

guiding all ships home.

Land ho.

Uh, pardon, mademoiselle,

but, uh, I could not help
to notice, you see,

but I am in this country

only six months.

And in all that time,

mademoiselle, never

believe...

believe me, Mademoiselle,

no never
have I seen anyone

more beautiful than you.

Not in Rome,
not in Paris, not in London.

Nowhere.

Mais certainement.

I know you from
somewhere, no?

No.

Uh. Madrid.

But of course.

The gorgeous Spanish women.

And you...

the most gorgeous.

I have never
been in Spain.

Uh, no?
No.

And if you don't stop,

I shall call
the proprietor.

Uh, yes. Uh...

Um... pardon,
mademoiselle.

A mistake.

Don't I know you
from someplace?

Wow.

I mean, listen, that
has never failed before

with that accent.

She's...

just waiting for
someone, that's all.

Hmm?

Come on, Artemus,
let's go.

Oh.

Why, Mr. Jordan.

Oh.

Oh, excuse me.

I thought I knew you
from someplace.

Well, as a
matter of fact,

my name is Jordan.

Don't tell me,
don't tell me.

Um... New Orleans.

Oh.

Why, yes.

New Orleans.

Ellen?

No.

Eleanor.

Marie.

Marie Pincher.

What are you doing
all by yourself, Marie?

Oh.

Well, I thought

I might I ask
the same question of you.

Good night,
Artemus.

Where are you taking
me, you naughty man?

Anywhere
your little heart des...

Maxon?

Ho! Ho!

Mr. West.

You've lost weight,
Dr. Loveless.

Dr. Miguelito Loveless.

Your humble servant.

You remember Voltaire,
of course.

But you've not
met Janus.

Janus, this
is Mr. West

of the Secret Service
in Washington.

You should be very
impressed, Janus.

Mr. West is
the most trusted

Secret Service agent
in the country.

He takes his
orders directly

from President Grant.

I didn't think
I'd see you again, ever.

It was quite a nice little jail
you had me in, Mr. West.

I didn't mind.

Gave me plenty of time to think.

But poor Voltaire was

just wasting away in that
cheerless little cell.

We simply had to leave.

I had heard that you were shot,

crossing the river
trying to escape.

Both of you.

People assume so much.

But I'm really
delighted

to see you
again, Mr. West.

I've thought
of you every day.

As a matter
of fact,

in the past
few months,

you've almost become
an obsession with me.

And when do you intend
to fill in the rest?

If all goes well...

in two weeks.

But that can wait, sir.

It can wait.

Wait.

Did you notice
how quick his move was, Janus?

Remarkable
coordination.

Oh, lovely.

Not a mark.

Not even a singe.

Carefully, Voltaire.

Janus, not so roughly.

I don't want a single hair
of his head harmed.

Not yet.

� I know where
I'm going �

� And I know who's
going with me �

� I know who I love �

� But the dear
knows who I'll marry �

� I have stockings of silk �

� Shoes of fine green leather �

� Combs to buckle my hair �

� And a ring
for every finger... �

Feeling better?

You know, that was quite
a nasty jolt you took.

Where am I?

Underground,
in my studio.

You know, because of all these
stuffed animals and birds about,

Antoinette refers to it
as "the embalming room."

You know, that was quite
foolhardy of you

to try to bolt that way.

I could have sent a lethal
charge through that fence,

and then you...

Well, do you know anything

about electrical science,
Mr. West?

Not very much, I'm afraid.

Oh, but you must,
you must.

So many things have been
discovered in the last decade.

Even a-a self-
exciting dynamo.

A man named Graham
discovered...

Well, of course,
I would have,

but your little jail
interrupted my work.

But I perfected it.

And I also have a candle.

An electrical
candle, if you will.

Just think of it.

Just think of it-

light all throughout
the world.

In all the
homes- light.

Light from electricity.

Are you going to steal
that, too, Mr. West?

Give it
to the government?

Am I boring you?

What do you want from me,
revenge for sending you to jail?

You were going to kill 5,000
people with your explosive.

I had to stop you.

You belong in jail.

Revenge?

Mr. West, mean-hearted people
might accuse me of many things,

but pettiness
is not one of them.

What, then?

I want to preserve you
in art.

"Ars longa
vita brevis,"

as they say.

"Art is long
though life is short."

And those wax models
in the town- did you make them?

Mm-hmm.

Those birds and
all those animals-

did you preserve
them, too?

Yes, I even trapped
all of them.

Like you trapped me.

I do hope you enjoyed Marie.

She's so charming,

but she does have
this one little problem.

You see, whenever she meets
a man and is attracted to him,

if he rejects her,

she gets quite
out of hand, utterly.

What's the matter?

I'm still feeling weak.

Oh, I'm sorry;
of course-

the gas
and the electrical charge.

You haven't had
enough rest.

And lunch.

Voltaire?

Uh, Voltaire?!

Take Mr. West
to his room.

No, Voltaire, no!

Voltaire, I need his face.

When I am
finished with it,

then you may
have your fun.

You know, Antoinette,
he hit Voltaire

with his fist...
in the tummy.

How can people
be so cruel?

� Some say he's bad �

� But I, I say he's bonny �

� Fairest of them all �

� My handsome,
winsome Johnny... �

What do you want with me,

revenge for sending you to jail?

You were going
to kill 5,000 people

with your explosive,
and you had to be stopped.

Jail is where you belong.

Now, notice, Janus,

his voice is more vibrant
than you think.

Like this.

"What do you want from me,

revenge
for sending you to jail?"

You see what I mean?

Oh, it's beautiful.

Everything's
just going beautifully.

Oh, I want you to see
my newest painting.

It's a complete
departure in style.

Oh, you don't like
my painting.

Well, it is a bit ahead
of its time, you know.

I don't blame you.

But watch
this carefully.

Notice the way he moves-
how aggressive he is.

Now, study his
face closely.

Note the firmness,
the resolve.

Now, unless
I miss my guess,

he's going
to woo Marie,

hoping she'll
help him escape.

Huh?
See how he's thinking-

thinking all the time?

You have to study
his voice, Janus.

Study it closely.

Keep it in your mind

so that you'll be able
to imitate him perfectly.

Well, if it isn't Marie Pincher.

Remember me- Mr. Jordan,
from New Orleans?

Please... let me go.

You shouldn't
do this.

I want to.

That's all you want-

to kiss a girl
and then toss her aside.

Try me.

Now, watch
how he'll master her, Janus,

with a kiss.

I've known men like you.

It makes them feel big
to handle a woman as if...

Watch carefully, Janus,
and learn.

I wonder if Marie
would be so free

if she knew
she was being watched?

She certainly
does put her heart

into her work,
though, doesn't she?

She's so loyal.

I must show Mr. West
my little community,

and I don't think Marie
would mind the delay.

You would not believe this,
Mr. West,

but when I first came here
a few months ago,

this was
a thriving community.

A mining town.

But the greed of those people, the avarice.

And then came the shootings
and murder.

What a sad thing to see
those people destroy themselves,

and all within
a few scant months.

Won't people ever learn?

Liquor, women and cards.

Sometimes, Mr. West,
I despair of this old world.

Well, one must hope.

Voltaire.

Blessed silence.

Let me pour you
a libation, Mr. West.

Don't worry,
it's only tea.

I abhor spirits.

They make a man
less than human.

That machine

Voltaire turned
off- what is it?

My speaking machine.

I can make music, voices,
sounds come out of it.

A toy.

And all the
noises I heard?

I have speaking machines
hidden everywhere.

These dummies
are made of rubber.

Of course.

What did you think
they were made of?

Well, I thought that,

seeing all the stuffed
animals in your library...

You couldn't.

Mr. West, you couldn't
think me capable of that.

You're
positively ghoulish.

What are you going
to do with me?

Preserve you.

A walking, talking,
breathing, thinking James West

who will do my bidding.

Then why the name
on the tombstone?

Because you
will be dead.

You will walk
among the living...

but all the time, you will
be under that tombstone,

quite, quite dead.

Stay, Voltaire.

Mr. West,
neither Voltaire nor I

would harm you
in the least.

It would spoil
our plans.

The only plan
you have now

is to kill the current
in that electric fence.

You're going to walk
out of here with me,

and you're going
back to jail.

Now, move.

Mr. West, there are some things

that electricity
cannot pass through.

Glass is one,
and rubber is another.

My underwear is solid rubber.

Now, Voltaire, I didn't
want to rush things,

but it seems
it's necessary.

Mr. West is so impulsive,

he might hurt himself
before we're finished with him.

Now, you, my friend-

by tonight,
all your questions

will be answered.

Mr. West.

Is the patient ready, Nurse?

Yes, Doctor.

Good.

No frown, Mr. West.

Can't have
any unnecessary wrinkles.

After all, Janus' face must
be an exact duplicate of yours.

Your face, Mr. West.

Scalpel.

Mr. West,
tonight marks

my first step back to the
glory that is rightfully mine.

With your help, we shall
undermine the Secret Service,

and the next time
I ask for half the state

of California...

they'll have to
listen to me.

Hemostat.

After all, it once
belonged- hemostat-

to my Spanish forbears,

and what's mine
is mine. Scalpel.

And you're going to
help me get it back.

� Doo-doo doo, doo... �

Voltaire,
behind you!

No, Voltaire, no.

Put it down.
Put it down.

We fooled you completely.

No, that's not Mr. West,
that's Janus.

The operation is a triumph.

Don't you see?

Everything's going beautifully
and right on schedule.

I brought you
some tea.

What time
is it, Marie?

I don't know.

Dr. Loveless hates clocks.

He won't allow them.

He says it has
something to do

with his past...
and you.

I know.

He invented the most powerful
explosive known to man

and put it in a clock tower.

He was going to kill 5,000
men, women and children.

I stopped him.

Is that the kind of man
you want to remain loyal to?

When he found me,
I was sick and starving.

He took me in
and he fed me,

and he gave me
my life back.

Loyalty is the very
least I owe him.

At least you can tell
me what day it is

and how long I been
locked up in here.

I've seen you every day
since the operation...

and every day,
I've turned this over.

14 times.

I'm going
to miss you, Jim.

Beginning when?

Miguelito sent for you.

I'm afraid we haven't
very much time left together.

Well, we can
make it last...

if you'll help me
get out of here.

No... no, he's much
too clever for us.

It would be
too much of a risk.

No, Jim.

No, it's been
wonderful,

but I can't be disloyal.

Good-bye, Jim.

Oh, Mr. West,
how are you?

Now, how long
has it been?

It's been, uh,
two weeks.

I do apologize for
having neglected you,

but I've been so
frightfully busy.

You've lost some color.

You didn't bring me here
to discuss my color.

No, of course not.

I just thought
you might be curious

about the details of my plan.

After all, you've made

such an invaluable
contribution to it.

A most invaluable contribution,
Mr. West.

We're very grateful.

Delightful,
Janus.

Don't you think so,
Mr. West?

Now, Janus, let
Mr. West feast

his astonished eyes
on our handiwork.

What are you doing in my body,
Mr. West?

He'll be spotted immediately.

Too many people know me...
intimately.

Ask me a question, Mr. West.

What was my father's
brother's name?

Your uncle's name was James.

You were named

after him.

I had an accident
when I was ten.

What was it?

Your sled ran into a tree.

You broke your left arm,
here at the wrist.

The doctor who treated
me had a little girl.

What was her name?

Betsy.

Mr. West, this will
do you no good.

We've gone
to great pains

to learn everything
about you,

absolutely everything.

No one in the world
can trip us up.

Just to make sure,

we're going to try
a little test.

Janus is going

to pay a visit
to your friend Artemus

at your train.

Very well, Janus,
you know what to do.

Janus...

make sure Artemus gets a good,
close look at your face.

Very close.

Well, what do you
think of my little plan?

I think you're insane.

I think it's the soul
of simplicity.

Janus becomes you,

infiltrates the
Secret Service,

destroys it,

gets back the formula
for my explosive,

and blows up the
arsenal of bombs

those people
in Washington

have made from
my formula.

You know how many
bombs there are?

What an explosion
like that would do?

Hmm... half of
Washington D.C.

All those politicians,
all those generals...

poof.

And I will have
my formula back.

Once again, I will be
the only one who knows it-

and I shall use it
unless they give me back

my half of California.

Janus will never
get by Artemus.

He'll spot him.

Well, in that case,
Janus has orders

to kill him-
instantly.

And we shall just have
to work all the harder

to correct the flaws,
and you'll help.

What if he does
get by him?

Well, in that case,

we shall have no further
need of you, Mr. West.

"Have heard no word from West
for two weeks.

"Is anything wrong?

Request immediate answer."

Well, where
have you been?

I hunted all over
for you, two whole weeks.

That's not like you.

What's the matter?

Something's in my eye.

Let me have a look,
will you?

Sit down.

Now, hold still.

Look down.

Now left.

Look down again.

I can't see a thing.

It seems to
have gone away.

Now, would you mind
telling me

where you've been?

Not much to tell.

Come on, quit stalling.

The next day, I went
to the governor's office.

There was a message for me
from Washington.

That was 13 days ago, Jim.

That's right.

They gave me a new assignment.

That's impossible.

Washington couldn't have had
a new assignment.

Your gun isn't balanced.

I mean, why wouldn't
they have told me about it?

There wasn't time.

I got orders to move
immediately.

Oh, I see.

On, uh, on what?

Remember Dr. Miguelito
Loveless?

What, the little wizard?

How could I ever
forget him?

He and Voltaire escaped
from jail months ago.

I thought the two
of them were shot

while trying to escape.

They weren't shot.
They got away.

Oh.

And within
the last two weeks,

you've had orders
from Washington

to track them
down again?

That's right.

And?

And the only thing remains
is for me to go into town

and tell the city officials
where they're hiding.

They should pick 'em
up without any trouble.

Fine. I'll go with you.

No. You stay here,
get things ready.

I'll be back tonight,
and we'll shove off.

Boy, as my Great-Aunt
Maude always says,

"Enthusiasm's a sure sign
a man loves his work."

How is Aunt Maude?

She's fine, Jim,
just fine.

Good. Give her my best.

Sure, Jim. Sure.

See you later,
Artemus.

Right. Take care.

It's been a complete success.

So you see, your services
are no longer needed.

I often wonder why prisoners
are always executed at sunrise.

It seems such a dreadful way
to start a new day.

Your moment will be...

at sundown.

� �

Well, West.

It's almost sundown.

Would you care for
a cup of coffee?

Don't bluff me
with that fake calm.

Maybe you don't know

what Dr. Loveless
is going to do to you.

He's going to kill me.

What does it matter how?

All right.

I'll have that cup
of coffee.

And I'll tell you how.

You see, Voltaire,

what I detest so
about violence

is the noise that
goes along with it.

It destroys conversation.

So... if he tries
to be brave

and makes no sound...
take it very slowly.

But if he starts
caterwauling,

end it quickly and
spare my eardrums.

I can't stand noise.

Now, are we read...?

Ready?

Yes, I'm ready,
Dr. Loveless.

I'm ready, Doctor.

He's lying- he's West.

Oh, now,
I'll not be played games with.

Don't let him pull that
on you, Doctor.

I'm Janus.

Now, West, you're playing
your tricks on me again.

You're cheating.

I tell ya, I'm Janus.

But... now stop it.

Stop playing tricks on me,
both of you.

Miguelito, you
mustn't be so upset.

It's very simple.

Haven't I kissed
the real West?

Well, Marie...

I don't know what I'd do
without you.

I can tell
which is which.

A woman knows
about those things.

My goodness.

I'll tell him you're Janus.

Tell him the truth.

Tell him I'm West.

This is the real West.

I told you, Dr. Loveless.

Well.

Mr. West.

Dr. Loveless.

You're making
a horrible mistake.

Always very quick
to take advantage, aren't you?

Always right on top
of the situation.

I admire you
for that.

Now...

Marie...

You didn't really think
I would fall

for your puny little subterfuge,
did you?

I saw you falling in
love with Mr. West

from the very
beginning.

Now be a good child
and go see Janus off.

Dr. Loveless, you're making
a horrible mistake.

I'm Janus!

Voltaire!

Voltaire, get him!

After him!

Which one of these switches
is the current to the fence?

I don't know, but if
you pull them all down,

everything would explode.

That includes the fence.

Artemus, when did
you get here?

My Great-Aunt Maude sent me.
Come on.

No, Voltaire, no!

You'll be killed.

It's locked.

Put me in the box.

Which one is which?

Stay right where you are.

Artemus, let's get out of here.

I said, stay where you are.

How do I know you're not him?

Easy.

I know, it's him.

Well, can you imagine?

That Voltaire got
enough electricity

to kill an elephant,

yet he got no worse
than a slight sunburn.

It'll take more than electricity
to kill Voltaire.

Well, at least they're
both back in jail again.

And this time,
under double guard.

So... as soon as I can get
off a message to Washington,

why, we can shove off.

Maybe Marie would like a drink
while I code this up, huh?

Now, let's see.

"Located... West..."

Have you located West?

Get up.

Turn around.

Raise your hands.

Higher.

Higher.

Turn around...
and I'll shoot.

Oh, you're Jim West all right.

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