Wild Wild West Page #6
INVENTOR:
Gently, gently. It's not a horse,
you idiot!
Jim gazes at the amazing contraption but keeps moving
toward --
ANGLE - STEAM ENGINE NUMBER FOUR
A gleaming, steaming, new state-of-the-art steam engine
waits at the platform.
Jim eyes the train. Can this be the one? It's just an
engine, tender car and two custom private passenger cars.
He pulls out his orders to double-check.
Up in the cab is the engineer, DOYLE, a tough little
Irishman whose chaw of tobacco gives him the look of a
chipmunk in a derby hat. Jim calls to him:
JIM:
I'm looking for a train. Supposed
to be on track three. Did it leave
already?
Doyle spits out a stream of tobacco juice and smiles:
DOYLE:
Yes sir and no sir. Yes sir if
you're not who I think you are.
And no sir if you are.
Jim cuts to the chase:
JIM:
Look, I'm Captain James West...
DOYLE:
Well, Captain, then the answer is
Jim eyes the train. It doesn't look long enough.
DOYLE:
Your private train, sir.
JIM:
Private train?
DOYLE:
(confidentially)
That would be correct. Orders
from the President himself. Trans-
portation at your beck and call.
No delays.
(shaking his head)
Although, the government's
generosity takes me a tad by
surprise, as well.
He hops down, doffs his derby, and pumps Jim's hand:
DOYLE:
Doyle's the name, sir. Of the
Connemara Doyles. And there's not
a man riding the rails who holds a
candle to meself. That having
been said, sir, you're five minutes
late so let's be on our way! Your
friend's already aboard.
JIM:
My friend?
EXT. THE WANDERER - PARLOUR CAR - OBSERVATION DECK - DAY
Jim reaches the end of the train and spots a plaque affixed
to the ornate railing: "The Wanderer." Not a bad name.
But as he climbs the steps he hears -- VIOLIN MUSIC?
It's coming from inside. He swings the door open
curiously.
INT. THE WANDERER - PARLOUR CAR - DAY
Jim stands in the doorway, impressed at the sight of the
richly furnished interior -- a Victorian parlour on wheels.
Half-unpacked crates and steamer trunks are scattered
about. Incongruously, there's a work table in one corner
cluttered with tools and lab equipment.
The VIOLIN MUSIC continues and now, out of the narrow
passage at the head of the car, steps Artemus -- playing
the violin, and not too badly. Artemus spots Jim but is
lost in the music:
ARTEMUS:
Just three more measures...
Finishing with a flourish, he comes back to earth, smiling.
ARTEMUS:
J. S. Bach.
JIM:
Jim West.
ARTEMUS:
Artemus Gordon.
(off Jim's confused look)
Bach, he's the composer.
JIM:
I don't mind him, but who the hell
are you... my valet or something?
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