Jim rides into town and goes up to a newsstand. He asks the proprietor for the Western Travelers Gazette
and the owner gives him the last copy. Inside is a circled advertisement for the Samson & Delilah Tonsorial Emporium and Jim gets directions to it from the proprietor. Once the agent leaves, the proprietor gestures to a man standing nearby and the man goes off...Read the full recap
This episode was the first one produced after Ross Martin had his heart attack. Charles Aidman was hired to replace him as Jim's new temporary partner Jeremy Pike.
This is the last episode to feature Dr. Loveless.
Jim and Jeremy study the sandbag.
Delilah watches Jeremy being abducted.
Jim looks out the underwater window of his coffin.
Jim and Jeremy consider the empty brandy snifter.
Dr. Loveless: Biff Trout. One part man, one part horse, with a special stink of stable and corruption about him.
Biff Trout: Oh, come on, doc. As one jockey to another, what have I ever done for you to get mad at me?
Dr. Loveless: You exist, do you not? For the time being, let that be reason enough.
Dr. Loveless: Allow me to introduce myself, sir. I am Dr. Miguelito Loveless. I plead guilty to being dictatorial, vain, short-tempered, occasionally unreasonable, and always... always a helpless admirer of all that is rare and fine in nature and art. But mad... no sir, that I will not permit.
Dr. Loveless: I must tell you about my friend West.
Tiny: Why, what about him?
Dr. Loveless: I went to his funeral the other day. There was no one there.
Tiny: Yeah, how come?
Dr. Loveless: He wanted to keep it a secret service.
Delilah: Well, why not polish him off?
Dr. Loveless: Why not indeed? Why not throw away the third act of Don Giovanni? Why not slice the Mona Lisa into half a dozen sections? Chip the Kohinoor Diamond into a dozen inferior stones? Delilah... my pearl. There is an exquisitely correct time and place for everything and Mr. West’s time and place are firmly fixed in my mind.
Dr. Loveless: Ah, at long last you are here. Of course, Mr. West, there is something of the salmon in you. The fiercer, the more impossible the cataracts that face you, the more furiously you swim through them to win your goal.