Wild Wild West Page #5
Richards stews but he knows when to shut up. Grant turns
to Jim and gestures to a pile of newspapers on his desk.
GRANT:
Here's the problem, James. Somebody
has been abducting this country's
best scientists.
(pointedly to Richards)
That's eight in the last three
years. It's becoming a national
scandal... and God knows I've had
enough of those.
Grant goes to get another cigar, but his humidor is empty.
He starts searching the room for a cigar during:
JIM:
Eight? Is there some connection?
Did they know each other?
RICHARDS:
No. No connection at all. Other
than the fact that each one was a
top man in his field. A chemist,
an expert on electricity...
PANGBORN:
... a railroad engineer, a
ballistics expert...
GRANT:
Etcetera, etcetera. The terrible
thing of it is they've all turned
up dead a number of months later.
Brutally murdered.
(re the newspapers)
And I have little doubt the same
fate awaits this last poor fellow.
He opens another humidor -- damn, it's empty.
JIM:
But what would anyone have to gain
from all this...? Unless it were
a foreign power.
GRANT:
Exactly. Any number of nations
would love to cripple our scientific
growth. And what better way to
tip the scales in their favor than
by killing off the greatest minds
this country has produced.
He is now looking from one ashtray to another.
GRANT:
We find ourselves at the dawn of
the Golden Age of Science. And it
is the God-given destiny of this
glorious nation to carry the torch
that lights the way!
JIM:
(impressed)
Nicely said, sir.
GRANT:
(tossing it off)
Part of some speech they wrote for
this trip I'm taking.
Grant fishes an unappealing half-smoked cigar from an
ashtray, then catches himself:
GRANT:
Goddamnit! What am I doing?
(to Pangborn)
What's happened to all my cigars?
(to Jim)
Colonel Richards here has had a
dozen agents on these cases for
over a year. No arrests, no leads,
no clues...
JIM:
And?
GRANT:
And now the job's yours.
Grant smiles for the first time.
GRANT:
You start in the morning. Pangborn
here will make all the
arrangements... as soon as he brings
a goddamned cigar for the President
of the goddamned United States!
As Pangborn scurries out, we hear a STEAM WHISTLE BLOWING
and we:
CUT TO:
EXT. THE C STREET TRAIN STATION - PLATFORM - DAY
The train platform bustles with TRAVELERS and PORTERS.
Jim moves through it all, his saddlebags over his shoulder.
He stops short at the amazing sight of a strange vehicle --
a heavy-duty bicycle outfitted with an early, LOUDLY
ROARING, smoke-belching internal combustion engine. The
Harley Hog of its day -- the NITRO-CYCLE.
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