The Wild Wild West (1965–1969): Season 4, Episode 3 - The Night of the Juggernaut - full transcript

Jim and Artie are ordered to find out who or what is running homesteaders off their land.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Mr. Jorgenson?

He may be in the barn.

Why don't I have
a look there, Jim?

All right, Artie.

Mr. Jorgenson?


I found him.


We're too late.

( engine whirring )

( bullet ricochets )

( dramatic theme playing )

( upbeat western theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

And you said Mr. Jorgenson
was dead before you got there?

That's right.

Whatever it was he wanted
to tell us is gone with him.

And Mr. Gordon, sir,
how is he?

( woman giggling )

Well, you can see
for yourself.

Be careful, huh?
Aah. Heh-heh.

Careful. Oh, fine.

You know, I think
it'd work much better

if you held me
real tight.

Oh, yes,
that's much better.

It's nice to see you
bearing up so well, Artie.

Oh, well,
you know me, James.

I was never one
to believe in, uh,

pampering myself
in any way.

Ah, ah, ah.

Can I get you
some tea?

Oh, no, no, no.

Thank you,
thank you very much.

I'm perfectly fine.

( chuckles )

Oh, Artie,
this is Tom Harwood

out of our
Albuquerque office.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Mr. Gordon.


I hope your leg
gets better.

Oh, listen, with ministering
angels like these,

it'll be fine
in no time.

Harwood was investigating

the homesteaders
at the Big Hill area, Artie.

Oh. Come up with anything?

No, sir.

The homesteaders up there
are getting along fine.

A few quit, but mainly
they're settling on the land.

Then it's only the Grey Ridge
area they won't stay on.

You see any connection
with that, uh,

whatever it is we ran into?

Someone is going
to a great deal of trouble

to try and run the homesteaders
out of the Grey Ridge area.

Artie, it'll be
very interesting

to find out if anyone settles
on that land

when the farmers move off.

The title changes
would have to be recorded.

Wait a minute.

Jorgenson's letter
mentioned a Lyle Dixon

as another farmer
they were trying to run off.

I think it's time

to pay a little visit
to the Grey Ridge area, Artie.

Oh, I'm sorry I can't
go with you, James.

But I'll join you there
as soon as my leg gets better.

( upbeat jazzy theme playing )

How do you do?
Help you out?

Yeah, please.
I'd like to look at the titles

of some properties
you have in this area.

Ooh, I can save you
the trouble.

Nothing for sale
out this way.

Well, maybe the owners haven't
heard the right offer.

How about
the Parnassus property?

Sorry about that one.

Records ain't available
right now.

I see.

Well, how about the Faulk
property just over the bluff?

Sorry again. Ha.

Not your day,
it looks like.

You are the, uh,
county clerk, aren't you?

Guilty as charged.

And these titles are a matter
of public record, aren't they?

You see, we're reorganizing
the files right now.

You come back
in a month or so,

be glad to help you out.

Oh, I--
I guess it can wait.

Yeah. Sure am sorry
can't help you out.

That's all right.

( chuckles )



I'm looking for a farmer
named Lyle Dixon.

Expect Dixon to be along
any minute now.

There he is now.

You got no right
not selling me supplies.

Ain't that
what the store's for?

( action theme playing )

Why this senseless fighting?

( gun cocks )

Get out of here!

Thank you.

I don't want any thanks.

But why all this fighting?

We're a small community.

Can't we live together
like good neighbors?

That's all
the homesteaders want.

We need supplies.

Only we can't get none
from him.

Small problem
of money?

I got money. The problem is
he won't sell.


I don't make the policies,
Mr. Bock. The co-op does.

The policies say if a farmer
ain't a member of the co-op,

I can't
sell nothing to him.

Would your policies bind
the wounds of this community?

No, life is too short.

A few supplies
isn't reason enough to fight.

Maybe not, but I gotta go
by the rules.


Men aren't animals
to fight over trifles

like dogs over a bone.

I say if this man needs
supplies, and he has them,

the two of them
should get together.

( crowd murmuring )

All right.
That'll be $2.50.

I want bacon and beans too.

Much obliged
to you, mister.

Well, it was my pleasure.

The name is Lyle Dixon.

My name's James West, Lyle.

Much obliged to you too,
Mr. Bock.

If it hadn't been
for what you did, phew.

Hello, Miss Lonie.

I was worried for a while,

watching you
with all those others.

I think we're holding
up Mr. Dixon, Lonie.

He has to load his supplies.

You call yourself
James West?

That's right,
and you're Mr. Bock.

That's right.

I'd like to present
Miss Lonie Millard,

a member of my household.

How do you do?

How do you do?

May I?

Thank you.

Mr. West, it's unfortunate

your introduction to our
community was so strenuous.

It's a good town.
It's good people.

I've, uh, never seen
a general store

fight to keep
business away before.

It seems the old-time ranchers

resent the homesteaders
moving into the area.

This must come to an end,
this division between men.

Good day, Mr. West.

Good day, sir.

Nice to have met you,
Mr. West.

Thank you.

I meant to tell you,
you sure handled yourself.

Well, just for the record,
Lyle, you'll do fine.

It's too bad
you weren't around

when Jan Jorgenson
had his accident.

You knew Jan?

Well, I didn't really
know him.

He sent a letter
to Washington,

that's why I'm here.

But when I arrived,
he was already dead.

So you're
a government man?

That's right.

Well, now you've seen
part of it.

Listen, you come
to my farm tonight.

Me and the other farmers,
we'll tell you plenty.

( mysterious theme playing )

All right, Artie,
where are they?



Who? You know who.

Those nurses.

The last time I saw you,

you looked as if
you'd never walk again

without the help
of those nurses.

Oh, jest if you will,
James, my boy.

Only my grit, my pluck,

and my iron determination

enabled me
to be up and about.

And I haven't been
wasting my time.



I worked out
the formula for this

while lying
on my bed of pain.

Observe carefully.

Will not explode on contact.

And yet, observe.

If I cut us
a small secant thereof,

watch the reaction
that this has... heat.

Stand back, James, my boy.

I don't want anyone hurt
in the process.

Hey, Artie.

Pretty good, huh?

Yeah, that's marvelous.
Oh, yeah.

This is yours from me.

Now fill me in.

Well, briefly, Artie,
there's a land-record office

that doesn't want the records
seen by anyone.

It's a little bit unusual,
isn't it?

and there's a co-op store

that doesn't want to sell
to farmers,

who, by the way, have invited me
to a secret meeting tonight.

Splendid idea.

Shall I meet you
at the farmers' later?

Yeah, later, Artie.

( suspenseful theme playing )

And we can't buy any food,
we can't buy any tools,

we can't buy nothing!

So how are we
supposed to live?

Well, I'll tell you this.

My Martha and me,
we're gonna find us

a better place to live.

And I say we don't let them
run us out.

We can buy
our own tools and food.

Where, Lyle?
Albuquerque is so far.

Who says we can't start
our own co-op?

The point is we stay.

And maybe
we stay for good... our graves.

They killed Jan Jorgenson,
maybe they'll kill us all.

Not if they know we're gonna
stand up and fight.

I've been saving this.

This is James West
from the government.

He's here
to help us fight too.


What can one man do?

That's the point.

One man alone
can't do anything.

But if we buy
our goods together,

if we fight together,

then we'll stay on together.

( farmers murmuring )

These are our homes.

There ain't nothing
that can beat us.

Nothing that can move us out,

( engine whirring )

Get out of here, quickly.

Quickly, now!

( whirring continues )

( all shouting )

( dramatic theme playing )

( engine sputtering )

I'll fight any man
for my land,

but how are you gonna
fight that?

Sell out and they'll keep
the pressure on

till all of you
sell out.

That's easy
for you to say.

You work for the government.
It's your job to fight.

It's your job too.

My job is to see
that I stay alive

long enough
to raise my children.

Mr. West, Victor here
ain't no coward.

They offered me
$1.00 an acre.

The price is low, but I can
get another piece of land.

Where are my kids gonna get
another father?

( horse whinnies )

Anybody selling land here?

Because if you are,
I'm buying.

You're not from the co-op.
Why do you want our land?

Gentlemen, this is
my partner, Artemus Gordon.

I don't get it.

Your friend suggesting
we pull out?

Not at all.

I'll give any man here
a government note for his land.

And you can buy it back
in ten days, if you want to,

at the same price.

you can continue to live on it

and stay right where you are,
if you want to do that.

That's a fair enough shake.
What's the catch?

There's no catch, friend.

Well, I'll sell
whatever the reason.

Come on over to the house,
I'll take the names.

Becoming a land baron,

Well, it's one way of getting
to meet other land barons.

I got a look
at those transfers of title.

Who's been moving in
when the farmers move out?

It's a regular
rogues' gallery, Jim.

Harmon Banes, Telly Morgan,
Dirt Mulden,

Tate Gingsley,
both Mace brothers.

Sounds like the who's who
of the criminal world.

You couldn't put together
a tougher group of boys.

Yeah. They're all
signing their land over

to the D&F Land Company.

Which is?

Well, that should change
quickly when they find out

that you bought all the land
they're after.

I intend
to make sure they do.

Just before you got here,

that contraption we saw
at Jorgenson's was here.

Those tracks ought to be
pretty easy to follow.

( upbeat theme playing )

( ringing )

What do you want?

( Texas accent ):
Just a smile
from you, my friend.

A great big,
wide Texas smile

will make me feel welcome
so far from home.

Help me celebrate
my settin' up

a new home right here
amongst y'all.

The saloon's that way, bub.

Well, now, bub's no way
to address a neighbor, neighbor.

Ellsworth R. Caldwell's
the name.

"R" stands for rich.

Well, I'm a busy man.

All right, you got
no time for sociability,

business it is.

Like to record
the title transfers

for a few little properties
around hereabouts.

You bought land here?

That's what I'm saying.

Whole bunch of little places
I'm gonna put together

and make myself a spread,
give me some privacy.

You know,
I got the Burgstrom place,

the Klingers' place, whole
bunch of little places.

Just a little spread,
you know,

near as I can figure
about, uh, 11,400 acres.

You all right, friend?
Your jaw's hanging kind of low.


That would make you about the
biggest spread around here.

Gosh, it would!
Everything I do is big!

Everywhere I go,
everything I do is the biggest!

Ellsworth B. Caldwell's
the name.

"B" stands for big.

May I come down with
the ache if that ain't true.

Here, have a cigar,
on that, friend.

Mr. Caldwell?

Yes, sir,
that's the name.

I overheard you say

you've bought
a few parcels of land here.

I'd like to welcome you
into our little community.

Well, I wanna
thank you very much

for your welcome,
kind sir. Yes.

I'd like
to buy you a drink on it.

Well, fine. It'd be my honor
to have a drink with you, sir.

Soon as I can get these here
title transfers recorded.

Why, I'll see to it.

You manage to hurry things
along for this gentleman?

Yes, sir, Mr. Bock.

Bock, is it?

I'm surprised to learn

that you were able
to buy any land here.

It's my understanding
that there's none for sale.

Just as happy
to hear it, though.

I'd much rather do business
with one gentleman

than a bunch of
unreasonable redneck farmers.

Oh, you were gonna
buy my land?

No, I-- I'm not interested
in land for myself.

I've been asked
to represent a group

who are trying to establish
themselves in this area.

Oh, land syndicate, huh?

Farmers' cooperative
to be more accurate.

Their names being, uh...?

They prefer
to remain nameless.

Oh, I see.

Well, uh,
I tell you, Mr., uh, Bock,

I sure hate to disappoint

your nameless
and eccentric friends,

but I'm real pleased
with this area.

Yes, real, real pleased.

I plan to stay here
quite a spell.

Well, we'll talk about it
over that drink.

Fine, you do the talking,
I'll do the drinking.

( laughing )

( mysterious theme playing )

I still
can't figure out

how you talked those farmers
into selling.

( coughs ):
Well, you know,

where there's a will,
there's a way.

I always sayin' us Texans
got a monopoly on will.

Yes, sir. Ellsworth
W. Caldwell's the name.

"W" stands for will.

Three dollars per acre
for your land. That's final.

That's gotta be twice
what you paid for it.

Well, I must say,
that's more than fair of you.

Three dollars an acre, huh?

Close the deal
with a drink.

Four would have me thinking.

All right, make it 4.

I've got some papers with me,
all legal.

Have me thinking,
not selling.

( laughing )

No, I'm not selling.
I won't sell at any price.

( laughs )

( laughs, clears throat )

Oh, I tell you,
I like it here. I like you.

Yes, sir. I like the way
you take a joke.

I feel real at home

with friendly people
like yourself. Heh-heh.

Then, all I can say
is good luck.

Well, thank you,
thank you.

Fresh bottle to toast
my friend's new enterprise.

Well, now,
that's real kind of you.

Thank you, sir.

Yes, sir,
I tell you, you--

You are
the salt of the earth,

A gentleman and a scholar.

I tell you, the minute
I get set up here,

I'm gonna make sure that
I can return the compliment.

Show you what real
Texas hospitality is like.

End up by roasting
a fatted calf.

( laughs )

You have
welcomed me warmly, sir.

( laughs )

I tell you,

the salt of the earth
is what you are.

A boil on my neck
if that ain't the truth.

( laughs )

Mm, uh...

And I gotta
say so myself,

though I be a man of few words,
I tell you.

( laughs )

Yes, sir, well...

( clears throat )


I drink a toast
to your health,

and, uh, your good fortune.

And to the great state
of Texas.

And to this
great country of ours.

And the men who make sacrifices
on her behalf.

( coughs )


Yes, sir,
I must say that's--

That's mighty--

( gasps )

( mysterious theme playing )


( fingers snap )

Throw him in the wagon
in the back.

You'll find he'll be more
pliable as the day wears on.

( dramatic theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Mr. West?

May I?

Does Mr. Bock
know you're here?

"Lonie Millard, president
of the D&F Land Company"?

How long have you been
signing documents for Bock?

That's none
of your business.

He's using you. You know that
of course, don't you?

You talk that way about a man
who saved your life?

You ought to be grateful.

I am grateful. I'm grateful
he didn't shoot me.

But of course, he didn't know
I was a government agent.

Government agent?

That's right.

But what do you want here?

Not Mr. Bock?

Not him?

You don't understand.
He's a good man.

He's helped everybody
around here.

When my family died, if
Mr. Bock hadn't taken me in,

I don't know what I'd be now.

You know what you are?

You're the front
for a syndicate

that's driving
every honest farmer

out of the Grey Ridge territory.

I don't believe that.

What about this, uh,

company that you're
the president of?

They're just papers.
I sign them.

Well, among those papers,

have you signed a will
leaving everything to Mr. Bock

if in the event
you should die?

Now you get out of here.

Right now,
before I call the guards.

Oh, wait a minute,
just wait a minute.

If I can convince you
that Mr. Bock is using you,

then will you help me?

How do you mean?

The barn in the courtyard.

I think there's something
you should see.

( suspenseful exotic
theme playing )

Miss Lonie.

You seen Mr. Bock?

You know you're not supposed
to be down here, Miss Lonie.

I was just looking
for Mr. Bock.

Well, he's in town--

( coughing )

( punching )

See? It's just a barn.

( metal clanking )

Hey, Len!

Hey, Len!


Give me a hand,
we got a guest outside.

You see enough, Lonie?

What's it for, Mr. West?

What's it for?

Stay here.

( footsteps approaching )

Make him comfortable,

I trust you'll have
no ill effects

from your drink,
Mr. Caldwell.

Then you won't need
much strength.

Just enough for a signature
or two.

If this is your idea
of amusement... Heh.

( groans )

Was that amusing,
Mr. Caldwell?

Five dollars per acre
for your land.

An offer no man in your position
can afford to turn down,

wouldn't you say?

Well, it appears to me
that a man in my position

might never get around
to spending that profit

once he did sign.

A chance
you will have to take.

A chance you will want
to take, I'm sure.

Mr. Caldwell,

I'm about to stop
being nice to you.


What the devil
are you doing here?

You mustn't!
I told him it was a lie.

I said that you were a good man.
That he was wrong.

( grunts )

That's enough.

( dramatic theme playing )

If you want her to live,
stay where you are.

Now then.

Let's see
what we can come up with

to entertain you three.

( dramatic theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

You're a living fool,
Mr. Caldwell.

Still, that's better than
being a dead fool, I suppose.

You might give that
some thought.


Mr. West, you seem to be
a man of some sense,

so I'll put it to you.

Convince this man
to sign over his lands.

And you will all be set free,

on the waists, as I've said.

Sounds almost too good
to be true.

If you have some misplaced
sense of loyalty

to the farmers,

let me remove that obstacle.

A letter has been sent
in your name, Mr. West,

asking for
another meeting today.

A meeting that should be
in progress right now.

A meeting that will end
this struggle once and for all.

To your satisfaction,
of course.

You've seen my machine,
Mr. West.

I've created the greatest
instrument of destruction

known to man:
the Juggernaut.

Capable of crushing
anything in its path.

How can the farmers
possibly stand up against it?

Tell me, what's your purpose
in all this?

Bock's reason
is very simple.

He wants to be rich.

What's to get rich off
around here?



Your snooping has paid off,
Mr. West.

Yes, petroleum, oil.

Oil under the Grey Ridge,

discovered by me,

worked by me.

Then the government
opened the whole area

to homesteaders,

This land belongs to me.

Why should I relinquish
any part of it?

No bunch of pigheaded farmers

is going to do me out of
what's mine by right.

Who can stop me?

Before I'm through,

you'll be happy
to do anything I say.

I promise you this.

Let's go.

Prepare the Juggernaut.

I'll take the men on ahead.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( grunts )

Aah, it's no go,

Mr. Bock didn't believe
in togetherness.

If he gets to Dixon's farm,
I'm afraid it's all over.

We're not getting anything
accomplished this way.

Well, I'm waiting.

( click )

( pipe creaking )

It's out.

Can you make it?


( dramatic theme playing )

( tense theme playing )

Sit down, Lonie.


You think you can
maneuver this thing?

I can sure try.

( engine starts )
All right.

Pull that.

I guess it goes
the other way, huh?

The Juggernaut!
The Juggernaut's coming!

They got the Juggernaut!

( ringing )

( screaming )


This is your last chance
to get out of here alive.

There's only one way
to get us out.

Drive them out!

What do we do, Lyle?
There's so many of them.

We're fighting
for our homes, Victor.

( gunshots )

When that machine gets here,
we'll crush them like June bugs.

Can't you get any more
out of her, Artie?

This thing wasn't built to
take that kind of pressure, Jim.

If I give her any more,
she's liable to blow sky-high.

Well, we may be
too late already.

All right, hold tight and
keep your fingers crossed.

( engine sputtering )

( hissing )

You said to fight, Lyle,
so we're fighting. Now what?

Just keep on fighting.

( shouting indistinctly )

( all cheering )

Look, Lyle.

Hold your fire!
Hold it!


( hissing )

Jim, she's gonna blow.
There's no stopping her.

I'm getting
out of here.

Stay where you are.

Bock and his men
are straight ahead, Artie.

All right, hold on,

I'm turning the pressure
all the way up.

Hold your ground!

Get the Juggernaut.

( explosion )

( all cheering )

( chattering )

( upbeat theme playing )

Lonie, it looks like you're
a well-to-do young lady.

But we sent dispatches

to all the farmers
Bock bought out

offering them
their land back.

Bock had land of his own.

You know,
with oil property,

it's not the acreage
that's important,

it's the depth.

And most of the farmers
will be coming back

once they learn
what they've got

to come back to.
( knocking on door )

Jim, are you in there?

Come in, Lyle.

Hello, Jim.

Hiya, Lyle.

Miss Lonie.

I'm a one-man delegation.

The boys asked me

to thank you and Mr. Gordon
before you leave.

Lyle, there's
no thanks necessary.

Mr. Gordon.

Thank you.
Oh, come on.

Actually it was kind of fun
in a way, wasn't it?


You're not leaving?

Well, of course I am.

There's no reason for me
to stay, is there?

No, I guess not.

Goodbye, Mr. Dixon.

Except for one thing.

What's that, Mr. Dixon?

I want you to stay.

( tender theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

( whistle blowing )



( knocking on door )

Come in.

Uh, Mr. West?

That's right, I'm Mr. West.
Won't you please come in?

I'm Virginia Mays.

Uh, Dr. Virginia Mays.

I'm on the staff
at the hospital here.

Doctor, I have no idea
how you found out,

but the pain's
been getting worse.

You see, it's, uh--

It's right here
in this shoulder.

Mr. West,
I only stopped by

to deliver a message
from Mr. Gordon.

Well, I should have
known that, doctor.

That's hardly what you'd wear
to make calls, is it?

That's right.

Now if I can just give you
this message from Mr. Gordon?

He said there are
unforeseen complications

at the hospital and--

And he's gonna have to
stay in town a couple days

to convalesce.

How did you know?

Well, you see, Mr. Gordon had
those same complications

the last time he was in town.

It required, um, a day nurse

and a night nurse.

But he did tell you
about my shoulder,

didn't he, doctor?

Your shoulder?

as I explained earlier,

the pain is right--
Right there.

No, it's--
It's a little higher.


Mr. West, there's nothing wrong
with your shoulder.

It's in perfect condition.

I know that, doctor.

And it's been that way
since I was a little boy.

( laughs )

What am I
gonna do with you?

Well, may I suggest dinner,

and then the theater?

( upbeat theme playing )

( upbeat western theme playing )