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GARRISON PRODUCTIONS
CBS-TV
THE WILD WILD WEST
“The Night of the Gypsy Peril”
by
Ken Kolb
#0319
FINAL DRAFT
October 25, 1966
THE WILD WILD WEST
“THE NIGHT OF THE GYPSY PERIL”
PRODUCER
BRUCE LANSBURY
ASSOCIATE PRODUCER
LEONARD KATZMAN
STORY CONSULTANT
HENRY SHARP
WRITTEN BY
KEN KOLB
SETS:
INT. SULTAN’S SUITE
INT. WEST’S RAILWAY CAR
INT. TENT
INT. ANIMAL WAGON
EXT. ROCKY CANYON
EXT. BANDIT HIDEOUT
EXT. TRAIL
EXT. WAGON ROAD
EXT. GYPSY CAMP
EXT. TOWN STREET
INT. BAGGAGE CAR
EXT. ROCKY LEDGE
EXT. WOODED LANE
EXT. WOODS
CAST:
JAMES WEST – ROBERT CONRAD
ARTEMUS GORDON – ROSS MARTIN
ZOE ZAGORA
SULTAN OF RAMAPUR
GOMBAL
SCULLEN
HILLARD
MIKOLIK
AKBAR (elephant)
GYPSY
SILENT:
HOURIS (4)
OUTLAWS (2)
GYPSIES (10-12)
ARABIAN GUARDS (3)
WILD WILD WEST
“THE NIGHT OF THE GYPSY PERIL”
FADE IN:
1. INT. SULTAN’S SUITE – DAY
We open on a MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT of GOMBAL, an immense, muscular specimen of indeterminate far-east origin. He has olive skin, piercing dark eyes, and a coldly dignified manner. He wears a turban and loose, flowing robes.
GOMBAL
Mr. West… Mr. Gordon… please follow me.
CAMERA PULLS BACK to a THREE SHOT, including JAMES WEST and ARTEMUS GORDON, both in formal, diplomatic day wear, as they start to move in slow, stately procession after Gombal, crossing a luxuriously decorated room toward a curtained doorway.
2. NEW ANGLE – TOWARD ARCHWAY
On each side of the arch stands a VEILED HOURI, wearing harem-style costume, concealing, but suggestive. As Gombal nears, the Houris reach in from each side to part and pull back the heavy draperies to open the archway. Gombal passes through into the next room.
3. TIGHT TWO SHOT – WEST AND ARTEMUS
as they pass the archway, each casing appreciative glances at the veiled girls.
ARTEMUS
(sotto voce)
What does it cost to furnish a place like this?
WEST
(ditto)
It’s not the cost – it’s the upkeep.
They pass through, and the Houris let the draperies close.
4. INT. ADJOINING ROOM – MEDIUM FULL
An even more luxurious room, with the SULTAN OF RAMAPUR seated in state, being gently fanned by two more Houris. Gombal, West and Artemus move to a position facing the Sultan.
GOMBAL
(announcing)
Gentlemen… his most exquisite majesty, ruler of the sun and moon, the Sultan of Ramapur.
West and Artemus both make diplomatic bows, which the Sultan acknowledges with a regal gesture of his hand. The Sultan is built along the lines of the late Aga Khan, suggesting a skin stuffed with goodies over the years. His chubby face is that of a mischievous—and spoiled—little boy. He speaks always with a measured cadence, a voice conscious of its royalty.
SULTAN
Mr. West… Mr. Gordon.
5. ANGLE FEATURING WEST
WEST
Your highness… we bid you welcome to the United States, on behalf of our government. And we bring you the personal good wishes of President Grant, who awaits your visit to Washington.
SULTAN
Thank you… You gentlemen have met my chief minister Gombal, bearer of the State Seal of Ramapur, guardian of the royal personage of the Sultan and scourge of our traitorous enemies.
Gombal (rhymes with home ball) steps forward proudly to introduce himself. He draws a scimitar and holds it at present-arms position.
WEST
(brief smile)
Our welcome extends to all of the Sultan’s royal party.
SULTAN
I understand it is a long – and perhaps hazardous – journey to Washington. Is this true?
6. ANGLE FEATURING ARTEMUS
ARTEMUS
It is long. But we will spare no effort to insure that the journey is safe—and pleasant.
GOMBAL
The Sultan is safe – so long as Gombal lives.
By way of demonstration, Gombal plucks a small feather from the ornament of his turban, tosses it lightly in the air, then makes three WHISTLING slashes at it with his machete as it falls. Artemus bends to pick up the feather, and CAMERA ZOOMS IN TIGHT to show Artie displaying four pieces of chopped feather.
7. MEDIUM FULL
WEST
Impressive. But suppose something were to happen to Gombal?
SULTAN
(a slow smile)
In that case…
The Sultan makes a small gesture. The two lovely Houris fanning him suddenly produce guns from the folds of their costumes, holding them trained on West and Artemus. CAMERA PANS QUICKLY toward archway, to show that the two Houris who pulled the drapes are now stationed inside the room – likewise holding leveled guns.
8. ANGLE FEATURING WEST AND ARTEMUS
They glance around at the armed Houris, then at each other.
ARTEMUS
Gee – and all-girl army.
WEST
(to Sultan)
They surprise is effective… but how is their aim?
SULTAN
The last intruder into the royal palace had fourteen bullets removed from his body—the laughable part was, he was only a harmless messenger.
West and Artemus exchange glances, then dutifully paste smiles on their faces as the Sultan rocks with lighthearted laughter at the remembrance, during which Gombal thrusts his truculent face toward them:
GOMBAL
You’re not laughing!
WEST
(diplomatically)
Only because I was thinking about the possible effect your troops might have on our troops, when we get to Washington…
ARTEMUS
… especially since our troops just might try to fraternize with your troops.
SULTAN
(thoughtfully)
I see what you mean –
(decisively)
Very well; I will travel alone with you to Washington. But one thing must be understood…
WEST AND ARTEMUS
Yes, your majesty?
SULTAN
That you guarantee the safety of the priceless gift I bring to your President… a gift symbolic of international friendship.
WEST
I believe we can guarantee that.
SULTAN
Do not speak hastily… for this treasure I bring has a value beyond all price. It involves our national honor, and it must be guarded with your very lives.
ARTEMUS
Perhaps, if we knew just what it is we’ll be guarding…
The Sultan makes a gesture to Gombal, who moves to a screened alcove. With a sweeping gesture he removes the screen and –
9. ANGLE ON ELEPHANT
A baby elephant, white as snow, curls his trunk and PIPES A SHRILL GREETING.
SULTAN (O.S.)
Behold Akbar… tenth in the royal line of sacred white elephants of Rampur!
CAMERA HOLDS Akbar for a moment, then WHIP PANS to catch the reactions of West and Artemus, as we:
FADE OUT:
END TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
10. INT. WEST’S RAILROAD CAR – NIGHT
OVER THE SOUND OF WHEELS CLICKING OVER RAILS, an OCCASIONAL TOOT from the ENGINE WHISTLE, OPEN on an elaborately laid dinner table—candles in elegant candelabra, crystal and silverware, and the remains of what has obviously been a very formal dinner…
,,, attended by the Sultan on one side, and West on the other. West extends a long-necked wine bottle toward the Sultan:
WEST
May if re-fill your glass, Highness?
SULTAN
(dabbing at his lips)
Thank you, no.
(getting to his feet)
Amazing; I never realized before how enjoyable roughing it could be…
WEST
Thank you, sir.
(getting to his feet)
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll relieve Mr. Gordon in the other car.
SULTAN
I’ll join you—I can’t help but worry about Akbar.
West has gotten to his feet and picked up a large silver platter covered with a dome—he manages to hold open the corridor door for the Sultan to pass through, then follows…
11. INT. BAGGAGE CAR – NIGHT
We see Akbar occupying a silk-lined, tufted stall, with a striped, silken canopy overhead. Artemus is leaning over the stall railing, holding an open bag of peanuts. (NOTE: across from Akbar is another stall, convention, occupied by a horse.)
ARTEMUS
(to Akbar)
No, no, Akbar, old pal, you don’t seem to get the idea—watch me…
He shells a peanut, tosses it into the air, and catches it expertly in his mouth.
ARTEMUS (CONT'D)
See? It’s easy; now try it again…
Artemus tosses a peanut in the direction of Akbar’s mouth, but the baby elephant makes no effort to catch it. Artemus shakes his head, laughs softly, then scratches the elephant’s head affectionately.
ARTEMUS (CONT'D)
You’re lucky you’re sacred—because you’ve got no talent.
The door at the end of the car opens, and the Sultan enters, followed by West. (NOTE: TRAIN SOUNDS are LOUDER until the door closes again.)
12. ANOTHER ANGLE
as West and the Sultan come up to Akbar’s stall—and now we see that West is carrying a large silver platter covered by a dome.
WEST
Dinner time…
ARTEMUS
(“washing his hands” happily)
Welcome words were never uttered.
WEST
(continuing speech)
… for Akbar.
ARTEMUS
(down)
Oh.
He watches as West lifts off dome, disclosing a large pan filled with grain and other elephant goodies. Artemus takes it from West and transfers it to stall, where Akbar proceeds to attack the dish with gusto, during which the Sultan looks him over critically.
SULTAN
Is Akbar standing the trip well, do you think?
ARTEMUS
Seems fine to me.
(to West)
Jim, I’m famished—as long as you’re here to relieve me, I think I’ll whip up a soufflé in the galley…
Artemus exits. West has joined the Sultan in watching Akbar munching at his dinner when SEVERAL WHISTLE TOOTS ARE HEARD and (indicated by passenger’s reactions) the train reduces speed. The sultan instinctively puts a protective arm around Akbar and looks uneasily at West.
SULTAN
Mr. West—am I imagining it, or is the train slowing down?
WEST
(nodding)
It’s standard for trains to reduce speed when going through Round Rock Canyon.
SULTAN
Oh. Is there—danger?
WEST
Nothing serious. But it’s a slide area, and there’s an occasional boulder on the track.
13. EXT. ROCKY CANYON FULL SHOT – DAY
Four tough-looking MEN on horseback are checking their guns. SOUND of train is heard chuffing along in the distance, and the TRAIN WHISTLE TOOTS TWICE. Another man, HILLARD, rides INTO SCENE and reins up beside the others. Hillard is somewhat younger and less hardened in appearance.
HILLARD
All set. The tracks are blocked.
The largest and most brutal-looking is the gang-leader, SCULLEN, who signals the others to move, as he says:
SCULLEN
Let’s go. You’ve all got your orders.
Scullen spurs his horse, leading the others as they ride OFF.
14. EXT. ROCKY CANYON – PASSENGER TRAIN (STOCK)
To establish the train rolling through the winding canyon at relatively slow speed.
15. INT. WEST’S CAR – MEDIUM
Train SOUNDS SEGUE from previous SHOT. West is tending to Akbar.
SULTAN
I am amazed at the extreme ruggedness of your countryside.
WEST
It flattens out later. This is some of the roughest part.
Abruptly three sharp WHISTLE BLASTS are heard, and simultaneously the SQUEAL OF WHEELS ON RAILS as the brakes lock. CAMERA JOLT simulates car’s sudden slowing. West and the Sultan are thrown off-balance, clutching at the furniture to keep from going down.
SULTAN
(alarmed)
What is happening?
WEST
(soothingly)
Probably just a rock slide—nothing to worry about.
Akbar TRUMPETS his dismay, adding to the din, as SOUNDS and CAMERA JOGGLE establish the shuddering halt of the train. There is an instant of utter silence, then TWO SHOTS from o.s. The door at the end of the car is hurled roughly open.
16. ANGLE FEATURING WEST
West’s gun appears suddenly in his hand as he ducks for cover, ready to shoot it out. But the Sultan leaps in front of him, waving his arms and crying:
SULTAN
No! No! No shooting. You may injure Akbar!
West tries to maneuver his way clear, but the Sultan seizes his gun arm and effectively blocks him.
17. ANGLE DOWN CAR TOWARD DOOR
Scullen, Hillard and one other thug have ENTERED and are moving down the car toward West and the Sultan, guns drawn. The lower part of their faces are masked by handkerchiefs.
SCULLEN
That’s smart advice, fatty. Tell our friend to drop his gun and nobody’ll get hurt.
West hasn’t much choice, with the Sultan blocking his aim and the other three guns on him. He lets the gun fall and Hillard retrieves it. Scullen sticks his pistol right in the Sultan’s face, with the third thug standing by.
SULTAN
(badly scared)
Please—don’t kill me… I have money…
SCULLEN
There’s a coincident for you—hand it over.
The Sultan brings forth a wallet form the folds of his robe and passes it to Scullen, who flips through it. Meanwhile West’s foot unobtrusively pushes the door of Akbar’s stall shut blocking the baby elephant from view.
SCULLEN (CONT'D)
(to Sultan)
Now get those rings off -- fast – unless you wanta lose a set of matching fingers…
(turns to Hillard)
Go see how the boys are doin’ in the other car.
Hillard turns and starts to go, then stops, staring into Akbar’s stall through the imperfectly closed door.
HILLARD
(excitedly)
Hey, look at this…!
SCULLEN
(savagely)
I said get going!
During the above the Sultan is fumblingly struggling to get all the rings off his pudgy fingers—now, as Hillard hastily complies with Scullen’s order and moves out of view, the Sultan tremblingly extends his cupped hand filled with his rings and other accessible jewelry…
… which Scullen snatches away from the Sultan and jams into his shirt pocket—unaware that one of the rings escaped during the transferring and has dropped to the floor…
18. CLOSE SHOT – RING
rolling along the floor and coming to light under a chair.
19. BACK TO SCENE
as Scullen arrogantly waves West forward with his gun—with the other gunsel still standing by alertly, gun at the ready.
SCULLEN
Now you, Friend—cash on hand, and don’t take too long delivering it.
West’s expression is deadpan as he reaches into his jacket, extracts his billfold, and hands it to Scullen…
… who snatches it roughly away from West, then does a massive take, reacting in confusion to the unnervingly unexpected RATTLING SOUND that BLASTS OUT from the billfold. (NOTE: this will be seen as one of those rattling, vibrating devices that practical jokers conceal in their palms when shaking hands with their victims.)…
… and West’s billfold goes flying from the recoiling Scullen, during which West has flashed into action with a kick from his right foot that lands on the other gunsel’s wrist, sending his gun flying off into the far recesses of the car…
… followed almost simultaneously by a backhanded Karate chop with his left that crunches into Scullen’s wrist, sending his gun clattering to the floor…
… and now West methodically right-and-left’s the other gunsel into a jarring crash against the wall, from which he groggily slides down into a sitting position…
… then, dodging the vicious left and right that comes whistling his way from Scullen, he methodically beats him to his knees…
… and West has darted off a few paces and stooped to pick up one of the guns when he HEARS:
HILLARD
Hold it!
CAMERA ANGLES to show Hillard at the blind doorway, his gun leveled at West, who has paused in his reaching position.
HILLARD (CONT'D)
Now straighten up—without the gun!
West straightens up, with his usual deadpan, philosophical acceptance of fortune’s turns…
… as Scullen gets unsteadily to his feet (and during the following, the other gunsel will also get to his feet and retrieve his gun) and approaches West with a malignant hate mirrored in his eyes.
SCULLEN
All right, Friend… you just earned yourself a working-over.
(drawing back his fist)
He stops, whirling around as a TRUMPETING SOUND BLASTS out from Akbar’s stall; he darts over and peers cautiously into it, flips the stall door open and feasts his eyes on Akbar… (NOTE: convulsive, restrained reaction from the Sultan follows.)
… then he swings back to West, a leering, delighted smile mutilating his lips.
SCULLEN (CONT'D)
Well, well! What can this be?
HILLARD
(eagerly)
That’s what I was trying to tell you! It’s…
SCULLEN
(eyes still on West)
Shut up; I’m asking the questions…
(a beat)
What is it, Friend?
WEST
It’s a big dog with a long nose.
SCULLEN
That so? From the color I’d of thought it was a hairless polar bear –
(takes a clasp knife out—flips blade out)
—Y’know, I’ve always wondered what an elephant steak would taste like…
An INARTICULATE CRY is wrung from the Sultan as he hurls himself at Scullen.
SULTAN
No, no, in the name of all that is holy, I won’t let you…!
With undisguised zest at the opportunity, Scullen brings the butt of his gun down on the Sultan’s skull, collapsing him in a huddled heap, then he whirls around, snapping of a SHOT at West, who has gone into the small crouch that precedes a thrust into action…
20. SHOT – WEST
his usual deadpan expression fraying around the edges as he slowly straightens up against the gas-lamp shattered by Scullen’s bullet.
SCULLEN
Next one’ll be right between your eyes.
A beat, as locks eyes with West’s, coldly drilling into his, then he shrugs and jerks a head at Hillard.
SCULLEN
Get the elephant outta the stall—we’re taking it along.
HILLARD
Huh? Why?
SCULLEN
As a keepsake to remember our friend by—
(a beat)
—and because elephants are worth money—lots of it. Drive it out.
Hillard moves around the stall and prods Akbar out.
HILLARD
(prodding Akbar)
C’mon little dogie—move out!
21. ANGLE TOWARD DOOR
Hillard gets the elephant squeezed out the door, and EXITS. Scullen backs toward the door, still keeping the gun on West.
SCULLEN
(to West)
You just stay right where you are till we’re long gone. Anybody fires one shot at us, and I’ll kill the elephant.
Scullen EXITS. SOUND of horses’ HOOVES CLATTERING, and a few YELLS, diminishing in the distance. With Scullen’s exit, West moves quickly to the Sultan’s side, rolling him over.
22. TIGHT TWO SHOT – WEST AND SULTAN
The Sultan’s turban has been knocked off, and there’s a gash on his head. West rips his fresh handkerchief to improvise a bandage. The Sultan GROANS in pain.
WEST
Easy your highness. You’ll be all right.
CAMERA ANGLE WIDENS TO INCLUDE ARTEMUS, who comes hurrying into the car. Artie looks dirty and battered, and alternately relieved as he spots West, and concerned as he sees the Sultan.
ARTEMUS
How bad?
WEST
Knock on the head. He’s out cold, but he’s coming around.
Artemus drops down beside West, helping him to dress the Sultan’s wound.
ARTEMUS
Two of them were on me before I had a chance –
(a beat – sees Akbar missing)
Thersoy Akbar! [Not sure what this word is supposed to be! “They stole…”?]
West has already straightened up and gone to his horse stall, followed by Artemus, who automatically falls into the routine of helping West saddle the horse. (NOTE: the saddle is suspended above—it is smoothly lowered into place on the horse by a line)—Artemus and West working like the proverbial “well-oiled machine” in cinching it into place…
… as West goes to a cabinet, from which he takes another gun, during which:
WEST
I’m taking off after them, Artie.
ARTEMUS
(grimly)
… leaving me to handle the really dirty end of the job—
(gesturing at Sultan)
facing him when it comes to.
WEST
I can only say this, old friend—I’m very, very glad it’s you, instead of me.
He walks the horse down the ramp, stirrups himself up, waves and THUNDERS OFF.
Alone, Artemus looks unhappily down at the Sultan, who makes MUTTERING, GROANING SOUNDS indicative of his coming to. Artemus sighs, glances at his feet, where something attracts his attention. It is a ruby ring, which he picks up and he examines. We see his admiration change to incredulity and downright puzzlement…
FLIP TO:
23. EXT. BANDIT HIDEOUT – MED. FULL – NIGHT
The bandit hideout is a bowl-shaped clearing amid the surrounding rocky ledges. It is protected by high ground on three sides, with an entrance shielded by trees and brush. The gang of train robbers (four men in all) are gathered in a semicircle around Scullen, who is handing out the divided loot.
SCULLEN
Here’s your share, Luke… Same for you, Marty.
(hands money to Hillard)
That’s your cut, kid.
Hillard flips briefly through the bundle of currency, looking dissatisfied.
HILLARD
It’s don’t amount to much, for the risk we took… How about them rings and jewels you took from the fat guy in the robe?
SCULLEN
You’ll get your part of that as soon as we get the stuff sold.
(beat; challenging)
Unless you got a better idea.
HILLARD
(uncomfortably)
Naw… I guess not… What about the elephant? How we gonna collect on that?
SCULLEN
Suppose you leave that to me, huh? I’ll work out a way to get the ransom—and plenty of it.
(brief pause)
Meantime, you get rid of it.
He makes a “throat slitting” gesture.
HILLARD
(shocked)
—kill it? We can’t do that!
SCULLEN
(looks him over coldly)
Y’know, Hillard, sometimes I get the idea you ought’a be behind a ribbon counter.
HILLARD
(hastily)
I mean—how we gonna collect any ransom for that thing if—if we kill it?
SCULLEN
You got a lot to learn about kidnapping, little fuzzy friend. They pay the money first, don’t they? By the time they find out they’ve shelled out for a corpse—who cares?
HILLARD
(a beat)
I still don’t like it.
Scullen hauls off and sends Hillard slamming to the ground with a vicious punch—then, as Hillard gets groggily to his feet, Scullen whips out his gun and takes a bead on him.
SCULLEN
How do you feel about it now?
HILLARD
I—I like it—honest I do…
SCULLEN
Get going, and whatever you do, don’t miss!
Scullen and the other gang members LAUGH raucously, and Hillard turns to stalk off toward the horses and Akbar.
24. ANGLE FEATURING AKBAR
Hillard walks up to Akbar, takes the rope halter rigged around his neck and unties him from the tree to which he is tethered. He tugs mightily at the rope, slowly maneuvering the reluctant Akbar over toward his horse.
HILLARD
C’mon you little trouble-maker!
He swings up on his horse and takes off, with Akbar trotting after him.
25. INT. WEST’S RAILROAD CAR – NIGHT
A harassed-looking Artemus is sitting down before his telegraph key, while the Sultan (his turban perched on a bulky head bandage) strides up and down the car, obviously in a state where his volcanic anger is barely kept from erupting.
ARTEMUS
(incredulously)
One million dollars?
The Sultan swoops down on Artemus and shakes a fat fist under his nose.
SULTAN
That’s exactly what I said! One million dollars—American!
ARTEMUS
For a baby elephant? That’s about a thousand dollars a pound!
SULTAN
You cannot buy sacred white elephants by the pound—not at any price… That is a ridiculously small price to demand price to demand for damages; but it is what my ministers have decided, so send the telegram to your President!
ARTEMUS
(reading a copy before him)
… the sum of one million dollars in cash from the United States government to insure the safety—
(beat; strong reaction)
—safety of American citizens in Rampur!
SULTAN
(shrugs it off)
What are a few mere citizens—even an ambassador and his family—compared to a sacred white elephant.
(sternly)
Send that telegram!
Artemus braces himself, prepares himself to start tapping out the message, when the telegraph key starts CLATTERING.
ARTEMUS
(a beat, then:)
It’s from President Grant… he says… take all possible steps to calm Sultan and recover elephant… Remain firm on question of damage payment. Our government will not be threatened with extortion…
SULTAN
Extortion?... He calls our just claim for damages extortion? He insults my ministers?
ARTEMUS
No, no your highness—you misunderstand our position…
SULTAN
You misunderstand my position!
(slams fist on desk)
Take a wire—to my Chief Minister Gombal in San Francisco.
ARTEMUS
Sir—your highness—may I suggest that you think twice—maybe even thrice—before doing anything hasty…!
SULTAN
Say to him… I am returning at once to San Francisco, to disembark for Rampur… Official visit to Washington is canceled.
ARTEMUS
Your highness…!
SULTAN
Prepare to break off diplomatic relations… and seize Americans in Rampur as hostages.
ZIP PAN TO:
26. EXT. BANDIT HIDEOUT – MEDIUM FULL – NIGHT
There is a small campfire going, around which Scullen and the two gang members are playing cards.
SCULLEN
All right, boys—ante up for a little three-toed Pete.
27. EXT. ROCKY LEDGE – CLOSE ON WEST
West is creeping along one of the rocky ledges which surrounds the outlaw camp. He holds still, waiting until the MURMUR of card-game conversation starts up again around the fire. Then he moves quickly along the ledge.
28. UP ANGLE
West scrambles along until he is at a point overlooking the campfire, which casts flickering shadows on his face. Below him the rocky wall drops away steeply to the clearing below…
… whereupon a figure suddenly emerges behind him and engages him in a short, vicious fight. The two bodies roll DOWNHILL.
29. ANOTHER ANGLE – ON SCULLEN AND HIS MEN
Scullen has dropped the deck, rolled aside and come up with his gun while his slower-witted colleagues are still fumbling for theirs.
West and one of the bandits roll into view, battling furiously. West punches his man into unconsciousness, only to face Scullen’s revolver.
SCULLEN
Well, look who’s here—the elephant boy has come for his pet!
FADE OUT.
END ACT ONE
CBS-TV
THE WILD WILD WEST
“The Night of the Gypsy Peril”
by
Ken Kolb
#0319
FINAL DRAFT
October 25, 1966
THE WILD WILD WEST
“THE NIGHT OF THE GYPSY PERIL”
PRODUCER
BRUCE LANSBURY
ASSOCIATE PRODUCER
LEONARD KATZMAN
STORY CONSULTANT
HENRY SHARP
WRITTEN BY
KEN KOLB
SETS:
INT. SULTAN’S SUITE
INT. WEST’S RAILWAY CAR
INT. TENT
INT. ANIMAL WAGON
EXT. ROCKY CANYON
EXT. BANDIT HIDEOUT
EXT. TRAIL
EXT. WAGON ROAD
EXT. GYPSY CAMP
EXT. TOWN STREET
INT. BAGGAGE CAR
EXT. ROCKY LEDGE
EXT. WOODED LANE
EXT. WOODS
CAST:
JAMES WEST – ROBERT CONRAD
ARTEMUS GORDON – ROSS MARTIN
ZOE ZAGORA
SULTAN OF RAMAPUR
GOMBAL
SCULLEN
HILLARD
MIKOLIK
AKBAR (elephant)
GYPSY
SILENT:
HOURIS (4)
OUTLAWS (2)
GYPSIES (10-12)
ARABIAN GUARDS (3)
WILD WILD WEST
“THE NIGHT OF THE GYPSY PERIL”
FADE IN:
1. INT. SULTAN’S SUITE – DAY
We open on a MEDIUM CLOSE SHOT of GOMBAL, an immense, muscular specimen of indeterminate far-east origin. He has olive skin, piercing dark eyes, and a coldly dignified manner. He wears a turban and loose, flowing robes.
GOMBAL
Mr. West… Mr. Gordon… please follow me.
CAMERA PULLS BACK to a THREE SHOT, including JAMES WEST and ARTEMUS GORDON, both in formal, diplomatic day wear, as they start to move in slow, stately procession after Gombal, crossing a luxuriously decorated room toward a curtained doorway.
2. NEW ANGLE – TOWARD ARCHWAY
On each side of the arch stands a VEILED HOURI, wearing harem-style costume, concealing, but suggestive. As Gombal nears, the Houris reach in from each side to part and pull back the heavy draperies to open the archway. Gombal passes through into the next room.
3. TIGHT TWO SHOT – WEST AND ARTEMUS
as they pass the archway, each casing appreciative glances at the veiled girls.
ARTEMUS
(sotto voce)
What does it cost to furnish a place like this?
WEST
(ditto)
It’s not the cost – it’s the upkeep.
They pass through, and the Houris let the draperies close.
4. INT. ADJOINING ROOM – MEDIUM FULL
An even more luxurious room, with the SULTAN OF RAMAPUR seated in state, being gently fanned by two more Houris. Gombal, West and Artemus move to a position facing the Sultan.
GOMBAL
(announcing)
Gentlemen… his most exquisite majesty, ruler of the sun and moon, the Sultan of Ramapur.
West and Artemus both make diplomatic bows, which the Sultan acknowledges with a regal gesture of his hand. The Sultan is built along the lines of the late Aga Khan, suggesting a skin stuffed with goodies over the years. His chubby face is that of a mischievous—and spoiled—little boy. He speaks always with a measured cadence, a voice conscious of its royalty.
SULTAN
Mr. West… Mr. Gordon.
5. ANGLE FEATURING WEST
WEST
Your highness… we bid you welcome to the United States, on behalf of our government. And we bring you the personal good wishes of President Grant, who awaits your visit to Washington.
SULTAN
Thank you… You gentlemen have met my chief minister Gombal, bearer of the State Seal of Ramapur, guardian of the royal personage of the Sultan and scourge of our traitorous enemies.
Gombal (rhymes with home ball) steps forward proudly to introduce himself. He draws a scimitar and holds it at present-arms position.
WEST
(brief smile)
Our welcome extends to all of the Sultan’s royal party.
SULTAN
I understand it is a long – and perhaps hazardous – journey to Washington. Is this true?
6. ANGLE FEATURING ARTEMUS
ARTEMUS
It is long. But we will spare no effort to insure that the journey is safe—and pleasant.
GOMBAL
The Sultan is safe – so long as Gombal lives.
By way of demonstration, Gombal plucks a small feather from the ornament of his turban, tosses it lightly in the air, then makes three WHISTLING slashes at it with his machete as it falls. Artemus bends to pick up the feather, and CAMERA ZOOMS IN TIGHT to show Artie displaying four pieces of chopped feather.
7. MEDIUM FULL
WEST
Impressive. But suppose something were to happen to Gombal?
SULTAN
(a slow smile)
In that case…
The Sultan makes a small gesture. The two lovely Houris fanning him suddenly produce guns from the folds of their costumes, holding them trained on West and Artemus. CAMERA PANS QUICKLY toward archway, to show that the two Houris who pulled the drapes are now stationed inside the room – likewise holding leveled guns.
8. ANGLE FEATURING WEST AND ARTEMUS
They glance around at the armed Houris, then at each other.
ARTEMUS
Gee – and all-girl army.
WEST
(to Sultan)
They surprise is effective… but how is their aim?
SULTAN
The last intruder into the royal palace had fourteen bullets removed from his body—the laughable part was, he was only a harmless messenger.
West and Artemus exchange glances, then dutifully paste smiles on their faces as the Sultan rocks with lighthearted laughter at the remembrance, during which Gombal thrusts his truculent face toward them:
GOMBAL
You’re not laughing!
WEST
(diplomatically)
Only because I was thinking about the possible effect your troops might have on our troops, when we get to Washington…
ARTEMUS
… especially since our troops just might try to fraternize with your troops.
SULTAN
(thoughtfully)
I see what you mean –
(decisively)
Very well; I will travel alone with you to Washington. But one thing must be understood…
WEST AND ARTEMUS
Yes, your majesty?
SULTAN
That you guarantee the safety of the priceless gift I bring to your President… a gift symbolic of international friendship.
WEST
I believe we can guarantee that.
SULTAN
Do not speak hastily… for this treasure I bring has a value beyond all price. It involves our national honor, and it must be guarded with your very lives.
ARTEMUS
Perhaps, if we knew just what it is we’ll be guarding…
The Sultan makes a gesture to Gombal, who moves to a screened alcove. With a sweeping gesture he removes the screen and –
9. ANGLE ON ELEPHANT
A baby elephant, white as snow, curls his trunk and PIPES A SHRILL GREETING.
SULTAN (O.S.)
Behold Akbar… tenth in the royal line of sacred white elephants of Rampur!
CAMERA HOLDS Akbar for a moment, then WHIP PANS to catch the reactions of West and Artemus, as we:
FADE OUT:
END TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
10. INT. WEST’S RAILROAD CAR – NIGHT
OVER THE SOUND OF WHEELS CLICKING OVER RAILS, an OCCASIONAL TOOT from the ENGINE WHISTLE, OPEN on an elaborately laid dinner table—candles in elegant candelabra, crystal and silverware, and the remains of what has obviously been a very formal dinner…
,,, attended by the Sultan on one side, and West on the other. West extends a long-necked wine bottle toward the Sultan:
WEST
May if re-fill your glass, Highness?
SULTAN
(dabbing at his lips)
Thank you, no.
(getting to his feet)
Amazing; I never realized before how enjoyable roughing it could be…
WEST
Thank you, sir.
(getting to his feet)
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll relieve Mr. Gordon in the other car.
SULTAN
I’ll join you—I can’t help but worry about Akbar.
West has gotten to his feet and picked up a large silver platter covered with a dome—he manages to hold open the corridor door for the Sultan to pass through, then follows…
11. INT. BAGGAGE CAR – NIGHT
We see Akbar occupying a silk-lined, tufted stall, with a striped, silken canopy overhead. Artemus is leaning over the stall railing, holding an open bag of peanuts. (NOTE: across from Akbar is another stall, convention, occupied by a horse.)
ARTEMUS
(to Akbar)
No, no, Akbar, old pal, you don’t seem to get the idea—watch me…
He shells a peanut, tosses it into the air, and catches it expertly in his mouth.
ARTEMUS (CONT'D)
See? It’s easy; now try it again…
Artemus tosses a peanut in the direction of Akbar’s mouth, but the baby elephant makes no effort to catch it. Artemus shakes his head, laughs softly, then scratches the elephant’s head affectionately.
ARTEMUS (CONT'D)
You’re lucky you’re sacred—because you’ve got no talent.
The door at the end of the car opens, and the Sultan enters, followed by West. (NOTE: TRAIN SOUNDS are LOUDER until the door closes again.)
12. ANOTHER ANGLE
as West and the Sultan come up to Akbar’s stall—and now we see that West is carrying a large silver platter covered by a dome.
WEST
Dinner time…
ARTEMUS
(“washing his hands” happily)
Welcome words were never uttered.
WEST
(continuing speech)
… for Akbar.
ARTEMUS
(down)
Oh.
He watches as West lifts off dome, disclosing a large pan filled with grain and other elephant goodies. Artemus takes it from West and transfers it to stall, where Akbar proceeds to attack the dish with gusto, during which the Sultan looks him over critically.
SULTAN
Is Akbar standing the trip well, do you think?
ARTEMUS
Seems fine to me.
(to West)
Jim, I’m famished—as long as you’re here to relieve me, I think I’ll whip up a soufflé in the galley…
Artemus exits. West has joined the Sultan in watching Akbar munching at his dinner when SEVERAL WHISTLE TOOTS ARE HEARD and (indicated by passenger’s reactions) the train reduces speed. The sultan instinctively puts a protective arm around Akbar and looks uneasily at West.
SULTAN
Mr. West—am I imagining it, or is the train slowing down?
WEST
(nodding)
It’s standard for trains to reduce speed when going through Round Rock Canyon.
SULTAN
Oh. Is there—danger?
WEST
Nothing serious. But it’s a slide area, and there’s an occasional boulder on the track.
13. EXT. ROCKY CANYON FULL SHOT – DAY
Four tough-looking MEN on horseback are checking their guns. SOUND of train is heard chuffing along in the distance, and the TRAIN WHISTLE TOOTS TWICE. Another man, HILLARD, rides INTO SCENE and reins up beside the others. Hillard is somewhat younger and less hardened in appearance.
HILLARD
All set. The tracks are blocked.
The largest and most brutal-looking is the gang-leader, SCULLEN, who signals the others to move, as he says:
SCULLEN
Let’s go. You’ve all got your orders.
Scullen spurs his horse, leading the others as they ride OFF.
14. EXT. ROCKY CANYON – PASSENGER TRAIN (STOCK)
To establish the train rolling through the winding canyon at relatively slow speed.
15. INT. WEST’S CAR – MEDIUM
Train SOUNDS SEGUE from previous SHOT. West is tending to Akbar.
SULTAN
I am amazed at the extreme ruggedness of your countryside.
WEST
It flattens out later. This is some of the roughest part.
Abruptly three sharp WHISTLE BLASTS are heard, and simultaneously the SQUEAL OF WHEELS ON RAILS as the brakes lock. CAMERA JOLT simulates car’s sudden slowing. West and the Sultan are thrown off-balance, clutching at the furniture to keep from going down.
SULTAN
(alarmed)
What is happening?
WEST
(soothingly)
Probably just a rock slide—nothing to worry about.
Akbar TRUMPETS his dismay, adding to the din, as SOUNDS and CAMERA JOGGLE establish the shuddering halt of the train. There is an instant of utter silence, then TWO SHOTS from o.s. The door at the end of the car is hurled roughly open.
16. ANGLE FEATURING WEST
West’s gun appears suddenly in his hand as he ducks for cover, ready to shoot it out. But the Sultan leaps in front of him, waving his arms and crying:
SULTAN
No! No! No shooting. You may injure Akbar!
West tries to maneuver his way clear, but the Sultan seizes his gun arm and effectively blocks him.
17. ANGLE DOWN CAR TOWARD DOOR
Scullen, Hillard and one other thug have ENTERED and are moving down the car toward West and the Sultan, guns drawn. The lower part of their faces are masked by handkerchiefs.
SCULLEN
That’s smart advice, fatty. Tell our friend to drop his gun and nobody’ll get hurt.
West hasn’t much choice, with the Sultan blocking his aim and the other three guns on him. He lets the gun fall and Hillard retrieves it. Scullen sticks his pistol right in the Sultan’s face, with the third thug standing by.
SULTAN
(badly scared)
Please—don’t kill me… I have money…
SCULLEN
There’s a coincident for you—hand it over.
The Sultan brings forth a wallet form the folds of his robe and passes it to Scullen, who flips through it. Meanwhile West’s foot unobtrusively pushes the door of Akbar’s stall shut blocking the baby elephant from view.
SCULLEN (CONT'D)
(to Sultan)
Now get those rings off -- fast – unless you wanta lose a set of matching fingers…
(turns to Hillard)
Go see how the boys are doin’ in the other car.
Hillard turns and starts to go, then stops, staring into Akbar’s stall through the imperfectly closed door.
HILLARD
(excitedly)
Hey, look at this…!
SCULLEN
(savagely)
I said get going!
During the above the Sultan is fumblingly struggling to get all the rings off his pudgy fingers—now, as Hillard hastily complies with Scullen’s order and moves out of view, the Sultan tremblingly extends his cupped hand filled with his rings and other accessible jewelry…
… which Scullen snatches away from the Sultan and jams into his shirt pocket—unaware that one of the rings escaped during the transferring and has dropped to the floor…
18. CLOSE SHOT – RING
rolling along the floor and coming to light under a chair.
19. BACK TO SCENE
as Scullen arrogantly waves West forward with his gun—with the other gunsel still standing by alertly, gun at the ready.
SCULLEN
Now you, Friend—cash on hand, and don’t take too long delivering it.
West’s expression is deadpan as he reaches into his jacket, extracts his billfold, and hands it to Scullen…
… who snatches it roughly away from West, then does a massive take, reacting in confusion to the unnervingly unexpected RATTLING SOUND that BLASTS OUT from the billfold. (NOTE: this will be seen as one of those rattling, vibrating devices that practical jokers conceal in their palms when shaking hands with their victims.)…
… and West’s billfold goes flying from the recoiling Scullen, during which West has flashed into action with a kick from his right foot that lands on the other gunsel’s wrist, sending his gun flying off into the far recesses of the car…
… followed almost simultaneously by a backhanded Karate chop with his left that crunches into Scullen’s wrist, sending his gun clattering to the floor…
… and now West methodically right-and-left’s the other gunsel into a jarring crash against the wall, from which he groggily slides down into a sitting position…
… then, dodging the vicious left and right that comes whistling his way from Scullen, he methodically beats him to his knees…
… and West has darted off a few paces and stooped to pick up one of the guns when he HEARS:
HILLARD
Hold it!
CAMERA ANGLES to show Hillard at the blind doorway, his gun leveled at West, who has paused in his reaching position.
HILLARD (CONT'D)
Now straighten up—without the gun!
West straightens up, with his usual deadpan, philosophical acceptance of fortune’s turns…
… as Scullen gets unsteadily to his feet (and during the following, the other gunsel will also get to his feet and retrieve his gun) and approaches West with a malignant hate mirrored in his eyes.
SCULLEN
All right, Friend… you just earned yourself a working-over.
(drawing back his fist)
He stops, whirling around as a TRUMPETING SOUND BLASTS out from Akbar’s stall; he darts over and peers cautiously into it, flips the stall door open and feasts his eyes on Akbar… (NOTE: convulsive, restrained reaction from the Sultan follows.)
… then he swings back to West, a leering, delighted smile mutilating his lips.
SCULLEN (CONT'D)
Well, well! What can this be?
HILLARD
(eagerly)
That’s what I was trying to tell you! It’s…
SCULLEN
(eyes still on West)
Shut up; I’m asking the questions…
(a beat)
What is it, Friend?
WEST
It’s a big dog with a long nose.
SCULLEN
That so? From the color I’d of thought it was a hairless polar bear –
(takes a clasp knife out—flips blade out)
—Y’know, I’ve always wondered what an elephant steak would taste like…
An INARTICULATE CRY is wrung from the Sultan as he hurls himself at Scullen.
SULTAN
No, no, in the name of all that is holy, I won’t let you…!
With undisguised zest at the opportunity, Scullen brings the butt of his gun down on the Sultan’s skull, collapsing him in a huddled heap, then he whirls around, snapping of a SHOT at West, who has gone into the small crouch that precedes a thrust into action…
20. SHOT – WEST
his usual deadpan expression fraying around the edges as he slowly straightens up against the gas-lamp shattered by Scullen’s bullet.
SCULLEN
Next one’ll be right between your eyes.
A beat, as locks eyes with West’s, coldly drilling into his, then he shrugs and jerks a head at Hillard.
SCULLEN
Get the elephant outta the stall—we’re taking it along.
HILLARD
Huh? Why?
SCULLEN
As a keepsake to remember our friend by—
(a beat)
—and because elephants are worth money—lots of it. Drive it out.
Hillard moves around the stall and prods Akbar out.
HILLARD
(prodding Akbar)
C’mon little dogie—move out!
21. ANGLE TOWARD DOOR
Hillard gets the elephant squeezed out the door, and EXITS. Scullen backs toward the door, still keeping the gun on West.
SCULLEN
(to West)
You just stay right where you are till we’re long gone. Anybody fires one shot at us, and I’ll kill the elephant.
Scullen EXITS. SOUND of horses’ HOOVES CLATTERING, and a few YELLS, diminishing in the distance. With Scullen’s exit, West moves quickly to the Sultan’s side, rolling him over.
22. TIGHT TWO SHOT – WEST AND SULTAN
The Sultan’s turban has been knocked off, and there’s a gash on his head. West rips his fresh handkerchief to improvise a bandage. The Sultan GROANS in pain.
WEST
Easy your highness. You’ll be all right.
CAMERA ANGLE WIDENS TO INCLUDE ARTEMUS, who comes hurrying into the car. Artie looks dirty and battered, and alternately relieved as he spots West, and concerned as he sees the Sultan.
ARTEMUS
How bad?
WEST
Knock on the head. He’s out cold, but he’s coming around.
Artemus drops down beside West, helping him to dress the Sultan’s wound.
ARTEMUS
Two of them were on me before I had a chance –
(a beat – sees Akbar missing)
Thersoy Akbar! [Not sure what this word is supposed to be! “They stole…”?]
West has already straightened up and gone to his horse stall, followed by Artemus, who automatically falls into the routine of helping West saddle the horse. (NOTE: the saddle is suspended above—it is smoothly lowered into place on the horse by a line)—Artemus and West working like the proverbial “well-oiled machine” in cinching it into place…
… as West goes to a cabinet, from which he takes another gun, during which:
WEST
I’m taking off after them, Artie.
ARTEMUS
(grimly)
… leaving me to handle the really dirty end of the job—
(gesturing at Sultan)
facing him when it comes to.
WEST
I can only say this, old friend—I’m very, very glad it’s you, instead of me.
He walks the horse down the ramp, stirrups himself up, waves and THUNDERS OFF.
Alone, Artemus looks unhappily down at the Sultan, who makes MUTTERING, GROANING SOUNDS indicative of his coming to. Artemus sighs, glances at his feet, where something attracts his attention. It is a ruby ring, which he picks up and he examines. We see his admiration change to incredulity and downright puzzlement…
FLIP TO:
23. EXT. BANDIT HIDEOUT – MED. FULL – NIGHT
The bandit hideout is a bowl-shaped clearing amid the surrounding rocky ledges. It is protected by high ground on three sides, with an entrance shielded by trees and brush. The gang of train robbers (four men in all) are gathered in a semicircle around Scullen, who is handing out the divided loot.
SCULLEN
Here’s your share, Luke… Same for you, Marty.
(hands money to Hillard)
That’s your cut, kid.
Hillard flips briefly through the bundle of currency, looking dissatisfied.
HILLARD
It’s don’t amount to much, for the risk we took… How about them rings and jewels you took from the fat guy in the robe?
SCULLEN
You’ll get your part of that as soon as we get the stuff sold.
(beat; challenging)
Unless you got a better idea.
HILLARD
(uncomfortably)
Naw… I guess not… What about the elephant? How we gonna collect on that?
SCULLEN
Suppose you leave that to me, huh? I’ll work out a way to get the ransom—and plenty of it.
(brief pause)
Meantime, you get rid of it.
He makes a “throat slitting” gesture.
HILLARD
(shocked)
—kill it? We can’t do that!
SCULLEN
(looks him over coldly)
Y’know, Hillard, sometimes I get the idea you ought’a be behind a ribbon counter.
HILLARD
(hastily)
I mean—how we gonna collect any ransom for that thing if—if we kill it?
SCULLEN
You got a lot to learn about kidnapping, little fuzzy friend. They pay the money first, don’t they? By the time they find out they’ve shelled out for a corpse—who cares?
HILLARD
(a beat)
I still don’t like it.
Scullen hauls off and sends Hillard slamming to the ground with a vicious punch—then, as Hillard gets groggily to his feet, Scullen whips out his gun and takes a bead on him.
SCULLEN
How do you feel about it now?
HILLARD
I—I like it—honest I do…
SCULLEN
Get going, and whatever you do, don’t miss!
Scullen and the other gang members LAUGH raucously, and Hillard turns to stalk off toward the horses and Akbar.
24. ANGLE FEATURING AKBAR
Hillard walks up to Akbar, takes the rope halter rigged around his neck and unties him from the tree to which he is tethered. He tugs mightily at the rope, slowly maneuvering the reluctant Akbar over toward his horse.
HILLARD
C’mon you little trouble-maker!
He swings up on his horse and takes off, with Akbar trotting after him.
25. INT. WEST’S RAILROAD CAR – NIGHT
A harassed-looking Artemus is sitting down before his telegraph key, while the Sultan (his turban perched on a bulky head bandage) strides up and down the car, obviously in a state where his volcanic anger is barely kept from erupting.
ARTEMUS
(incredulously)
One million dollars?
The Sultan swoops down on Artemus and shakes a fat fist under his nose.
SULTAN
That’s exactly what I said! One million dollars—American!
ARTEMUS
For a baby elephant? That’s about a thousand dollars a pound!
SULTAN
You cannot buy sacred white elephants by the pound—not at any price… That is a ridiculously small price to demand price to demand for damages; but it is what my ministers have decided, so send the telegram to your President!
ARTEMUS
(reading a copy before him)
… the sum of one million dollars in cash from the United States government to insure the safety—
(beat; strong reaction)
—safety of American citizens in Rampur!
SULTAN
(shrugs it off)
What are a few mere citizens—even an ambassador and his family—compared to a sacred white elephant.
(sternly)
Send that telegram!
Artemus braces himself, prepares himself to start tapping out the message, when the telegraph key starts CLATTERING.
ARTEMUS
(a beat, then:)
It’s from President Grant… he says… take all possible steps to calm Sultan and recover elephant… Remain firm on question of damage payment. Our government will not be threatened with extortion…
SULTAN
Extortion?... He calls our just claim for damages extortion? He insults my ministers?
ARTEMUS
No, no your highness—you misunderstand our position…
SULTAN
You misunderstand my position!
(slams fist on desk)
Take a wire—to my Chief Minister Gombal in San Francisco.
ARTEMUS
Sir—your highness—may I suggest that you think twice—maybe even thrice—before doing anything hasty…!
SULTAN
Say to him… I am returning at once to San Francisco, to disembark for Rampur… Official visit to Washington is canceled.
ARTEMUS
Your highness…!
SULTAN
Prepare to break off diplomatic relations… and seize Americans in Rampur as hostages.
ZIP PAN TO:
26. EXT. BANDIT HIDEOUT – MEDIUM FULL – NIGHT
There is a small campfire going, around which Scullen and the two gang members are playing cards.
SCULLEN
All right, boys—ante up for a little three-toed Pete.
27. EXT. ROCKY LEDGE – CLOSE ON WEST
West is creeping along one of the rocky ledges which surrounds the outlaw camp. He holds still, waiting until the MURMUR of card-game conversation starts up again around the fire. Then he moves quickly along the ledge.
28. UP ANGLE
West scrambles along until he is at a point overlooking the campfire, which casts flickering shadows on his face. Below him the rocky wall drops away steeply to the clearing below…
… whereupon a figure suddenly emerges behind him and engages him in a short, vicious fight. The two bodies roll DOWNHILL.
29. ANOTHER ANGLE – ON SCULLEN AND HIS MEN
Scullen has dropped the deck, rolled aside and come up with his gun while his slower-witted colleagues are still fumbling for theirs.
West and one of the bandits roll into view, battling furiously. West punches his man into unconsciousness, only to face Scullen’s revolver.
SCULLEN
Well, look who’s here—the elephant boy has come for his pet!
FADE OUT.
END ACT ONE