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I try. Please, if you promise to protect me, I'll testify against him. I'll give you an ironclad case.
You know, I really hate being toyed with before someone shoots me.
Fine, I'll stop.
A new friend?
We'll see.
Anyone?
Here. Mr. Tyler. He claims a certain skill at handling firearms.
Wonderful! Our new friend from the wild west. Please...
I could get used to this, looking down on people.
They don't even realize they should be frightened.
Well, let's help them with that. Take the legs.
Terribly sorry. I'm always sticking this where it doesn't belong. Federal agents, ma'am. We're rescuing a kidnap victim...
Yes, me!
You? Dr. Pemberton? Of course. How novel.
You didn't tell us you had this on!
My Lord, he was telling the truth!
He calls it the Tarantula.
But it only has six legs.
He's not giving up?
Well, see, he had this little wagon when he was a kid...
Time for you to get off, Ma'am.
Like hell! I'll see it through! Ram the bastard!
J. S. Bach.
Jim West.
Artemus Gordon. Bach, he's the composer.
I don't mind him, but who the hell are you... my valet or something?
Valet? You jest of course. I am a U.S. Marshal.
Funny. So am I.
Congratulations. Unfortunately, my train is about to leave, and I really must insist you disembark.
Your train? Listen, friend, you're obviously lost. ... I've got orders here to take possession of this train and to investigate a certain crime.
Interesting. Mine say the same thing, and they don't mention you, not even as a valet, although we could talk...
Just another bureaucratic foulup. You know how these pencilpushers are. So, why don't you just run on back and explain what happened?
Funny, I was just thinking you should do the same. Since I am already in residence, and am obviously the man for the job, it's been grand making your acquaintance, sir. And best of luck in all your future endeavors.
You're quite the wordsmith, fiddle boy. But nobody smoothtalks his way into my assignment.
If you're implying our little imbroglio has reached an impasse whose only resolution can be found in a more primitive fashion, then I for one am fully prepared to do so... al fresco.
But don't pull that again.
Wouldn't dream of it.
Eight scientists. Eight different fields of endeavor. Hydraulics, optics, ballistics...
Put them all together and what do we have?
A giant... hydraulically operated microscope... that explodes? Or maybe just someone who hates scientists.
Then why kidnap them? Why not just kill them?
"Ay, there's the rub." Take a look at this file on Professor Morton. Quite a brilliant fellow... metallurgy.
Sorry. Didn't mean that. Just a little device of mine...
Wait a minute. Now I know where I've heard of you. You're the gadget guy.
"Gadget guy?" While I may not be in a league with these unfortunate geniuses, I am, sir, in my own humble way, a man of science.
Attractive buttons, yes? But yank one off, toss it, and poof! It emits a cloud of sleeping gas.
You need that real often?
Always hoping. Or this...
No offense, but all I ever need... Are these... And this.
Good Lord, man. The world is changing. And mark me, it is always the criminal mind that is the first to exploit modern invention. We, as defenders of the right, must keep pace!
All right, if it'll make you happy, I'll try that.
Try what?
Your little jackinthebox gun. That might be useful.
Well... it's the only one I have. It's gotten me out of quite a few tight spots...
That should put us ahead of the criminals.
I'll work on it.
Aha!
Aha?
Yes, aha. A brass screw.
Is this leading somewhere?
Potentially. This is the painstaking process of piecing together clues. The cornerstone of the modern science of criminology. Piece by piece we reconstruct the identity of the villain.
Starting with a screw?
Yes. Starting with a screw. Now, it's not fair of me to expect someone who's spent his life wrangling with Western desperadoes to fully appreciate what I'm doing here, but...
What about the explosive?
Limestone quarry?
Limestone quarry, Southern mansion. Easy to get them mixed up... I say we invite ourselves to the party.
Absolutely. Have to look for clues... even if it means dancing with beautiful women.
Doyle, once around the park. I need a moment to prepare.
Prepare what?
My disguise. And here...
Come Llewellyn, don't tarry.
Call me that again, and you're going to find a boot where it doesn't belong.
Jim, people talk to foreigners, speak more openly, especially to those as famous as I, Chauncey McNeil Armstrong, English lyric poet.
That's a lot of butler.
Quite. Come, let's mingle.
Do your own mingling. I'm not hanging around with some dandy named Chauncey.
Doctor V. L. Pemberton. I knew it. He's a scientist all right. Inventor of the Pemberton Condensed Steam Engine. I'm telling you, Artemus, Loveless is our man.
Whoa, Jim. Maybe. But we can't arrest this little pillar of society on maybe.
All right. How about this? We put a watch on this Pemberton, somebody tries to grab him...
Then we've got our proof. Excellent. And where do we find this fortunate scientist?
You know your Morse Code almost as well as I.
Almost?
Yes. Now, observe....
You feeling all right?
Come on, Jim. I'm serious. Dot... Dash. It'll be our secret means of communication should we ever need it.
Now, what was that?
You're either having a seizure or you just said "hello."
Good, I wasn't sure you were up to it.
What was all that back there?
All what?
All that jumping and kicking.
That? Oh, it's a kind of Chinese fighting... I was sort of caught once with a lovely Chinese girl out in San Francisco. Her big brothers were kind enough to teach it to me I've got a book on it, if you're interested.
Garrison...? Then the President was right. Except it's not a foreign power, it's a bunch of die hard Rebels trying to make the South rise again.
And if they've got Dr. Loveless building weapons like those flying bombs... they just might do it.
Could I just point out, this is a perfect example of the criminal mind exploiting modern invention.
I'm going to hit you.
Never seen a gun fire so fast!
It's a repeating steam cannon!
At least I tried something.
Hey, I tried the board.

I try. Please, if you promise to protect me, I'll testify against him. I'll give you an ironclad case.

You know, I really hate being toyed with before someone shoots me.

Fine, I'll stop.

A new friend?

We'll see.

Anyone?

Here. Mr. Tyler. He claims a certain skill at handling firearms.

Wonderful! Our new friend from the wild west. Please...

I could get used to this, looking down on people.

They don't even realize they should be frightened.

Well, let's help them with that. Take the legs.

Terribly sorry. I'm always sticking this where it doesn't belong. Federal agents, ma'am. We're rescuing a kidnap victim...

Yes, me!

You? Dr. Pemberton? Of course. How novel.

You didn't tell us you had this on!

My Lord, he was telling the truth!

He calls it the Tarantula.

But it only has six legs.

He's not giving up?

Well, see, he had this little wagon when he was a kid...

Time for you to get off, Ma'am.

Like hell! I'll see it through! Ram the bastard!

J. S. Bach.

Jim West.

Artemus Gordon. Bach, he's the composer.

I don't mind him, but who the hell are you... my valet or something?

Valet? You jest of course. I am a U.S. Marshal.

Funny. So am I.

Congratulations. Unfortunately, my train is about to leave, and I really must insist you disembark.

Your train? Listen, friend, you're obviously lost. ... I've got orders here to take possession of this train and to investigate a certain crime.

Interesting. Mine say the same thing, and they don't mention you, not even as a valet, although we could talk...

Just another bureaucratic foulup. You know how these pencilpushers are. So, why don't you just run on back and explain what happened?

Funny, I was just thinking you should do the same. Since I am already in residence, and am obviously the man for the job, it's been grand making your acquaintance, sir. And best of luck in all your future endeavors.

You're quite the wordsmith, fiddle boy. But nobody smoothtalks his way into my assignment.

If you're implying our little imbroglio has reached an impasse whose only resolution can be found in a more primitive fashion, then I for one am fully prepared to do so... al fresco.

But don't pull that again.

Wouldn't dream of it.

Eight scientists. Eight different fields of endeavor. Hydraulics, optics, ballistics...

Put them all together and what do we have?

A giant... hydraulically operated microscope... that explodes? Or maybe just someone who hates scientists.

Then why kidnap them? Why not just kill them?

"Ay, there's the rub." Take a look at this file on Professor Morton. Quite a brilliant fellow... metallurgy.

Sorry. Didn't mean that. Just a little device of mine...

Wait a minute. Now I know where I've heard of you. You're the gadget guy.

"Gadget guy?" While I may not be in a league with these unfortunate geniuses, I am, sir, in my own humble way, a man of science.

Attractive buttons, yes? But yank one off, toss it, and poof! It emits a cloud of sleeping gas.

You need that real often?

Always hoping. Or this...

No offense, but all I ever need... Are these... And this.

Good Lord, man. The world is changing. And mark me, it is always the criminal mind that is the first to exploit modern invention. We, as defenders of the right, must keep pace!

All right, if it'll make you happy, I'll try that.

Try what?

Your little jackinthebox gun. That might be useful.

Well... it's the only one I have. It's gotten me out of quite a few tight spots...

That should put us ahead of the criminals.

I'll work on it.

Aha!

Aha?

Yes, aha. A brass screw.

Is this leading somewhere?

Potentially. This is the painstaking process of piecing together clues. The cornerstone of the modern science of criminology. Piece by piece we reconstruct the identity of the villain.

Starting with a screw?

Yes. Starting with a screw. Now, it's not fair of me to expect someone who's spent his life wrangling with Western desperadoes to fully appreciate what I'm doing here, but...

What about the explosive?

Limestone quarry?

Limestone quarry, Southern mansion. Easy to get them mixed up... I say we invite ourselves to the party.

Absolutely. Have to look for clues... even if it means dancing with beautiful women.

Doyle, once around the park. I need a moment to prepare.

Prepare what?

My disguise. And here...

Come Llewellyn, don't tarry.

Call me that again, and you're going to find a boot where it doesn't belong.

Jim, people talk to foreigners, speak more openly, especially to those as famous as I, Chauncey McNeil Armstrong, English lyric poet.

That's a lot of butler.

Quite. Come, let's mingle.

Do your own mingling. I'm not hanging around with some dandy named Chauncey.

Doctor V. L. Pemberton. I knew it. He's a scientist all right. Inventor of the Pemberton Condensed Steam Engine. I'm telling you, Artemus, Loveless is our man.

Whoa, Jim. Maybe. But we can't arrest this little pillar of society on maybe.

All right. How about this? We put a watch on this Pemberton, somebody tries to grab him...

Then we've got our proof. Excellent. And where do we find this fortunate scientist?

You know your Morse Code almost as well as I.

Almost?

Yes. Now, observe....

You feeling all right?

Come on, Jim. I'm serious. Dot... Dash. It'll be our secret means of communication should we ever need it.

Now, what was that?

You're either having a seizure or you just said "hello."

Good, I wasn't sure you were up to it.

What was all that back there?

All what?

All that jumping and kicking.

That? Oh, it's a kind of Chinese fighting... I was sort of caught once with a lovely Chinese girl out in San Francisco. Her big brothers were kind enough to teach it to me I've got a book on it, if you're interested.

Garrison...? Then the President was right. Except it's not a foreign power, it's a bunch of die hard Rebels trying to make the South rise again.

And if they've got Dr. Loveless building weapons like those flying bombs... they just might do it.

Could I just point out, this is a perfect example of the criminal mind exploiting modern invention.

I'm going to hit you.

Never seen a gun fire so fast!

It's a repeating steam cannon!

At least I tried something.

Hey, I tried the board.