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Don't make me have to get any of you.

Now try to get this through your thick
skulls. I am sick of the sight of you.

If I thought I had a snowball's chance
of making it back alone, I'd leave the

three of you out here to try to talk
each other to death.

I can't make it back alone.

I'd need help when I got to the
mountains.

And I'm going to have help.

If I have to kill one of you to get the
other two back.

I'll do it

Maverick

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Haven't the foggiest who the chap could
be. It's rather obvious he's a

gentleman. Those hands have never been
used for work.

Isn't this whole conversation rather
nixie -dixie?

After all, we are governed by the laws
of hospitality.

Strange hour in distress and all that
sort of thing.

I was merely indulging in a bit of
conjecture. Could you contrive to table

Norbert? I think he's coming too.

You're going to be all right. You're at
Belcastle Cottage.

England? Wyoming.

Permit me.

My niece, Lady Ellen Belcastle.

My brother, Norbert.

Marquess of Belcastle, Viscount Darragh,
Baron of Lessing and Burney, and fellow

of the Royal Historical Society.

One handshake will do nicely for all of
them.

I'm merely Albert Belcastle. My name is
Brett Mabry.

What are you a fellow of? Of infinite
jest.

There's time enough for chatter when Mr.
Maverick is feeling stronger.

Albert, do run down and tell Cook we
should want some broth.

I'll have Benson pop up and shave the
poor chap.

That should do him a world.

My brother Norbert has an unfading sense
of the fitness of things.

I should warn you, Mr. Maverick, that
when we speak of the thin red line of

empire, it's Norbert Belcastle whom we
have in mind.

What's a marquis?

A marquis is something between a duke
and an earl. Technically, it's a royal

officer guarding the border regions or
marches.

Like Wyoming?

Heavens, no.

You're all independent now.

Now, please, settle down and rest.

When you're talking to a marquis, what
do you call him?

Most people say Lord Belcastle or my
lord.

I guess I better call him Lord
Belcastle.

The other sounds like swearing.

We certainly couldn't have that, could
we? One other thing.

How do I call a lady?

You ring the little bell beside your
bed.

Come in.

Here we are, sir.

There. They look infinitely better.

And if I may say so, sir, so do you.
Why, thank you, Benton. A few days' rest

does wonders.

What have you got there?

Oh, a bit of a surprise, sir. Thought
they'd cheer you up no end.

That almost looks like my coat.

It is your coat, sir.

One of the cowherds found your
saddlebags out on the moor. I took the

freshening up your things.

Benton, you're a credit to your family.

You must have legged it quite a
distance, sir. The cow chap found your

full six miles from the house.

Oh, I remember. I was only wearing a
shirt, wasn't I? Quite so, sir.

I thought I'd lost an old friend. Could
you get me the things I had on when I

came? Oh, I'm afraid not, sir.

They look so completely beyond repair
that I took the liberty of burning them.

Burning them?

I'll put the question back at you, sir.

What always brings people from one place
to another?

Grass. I thought for a minute you said
grass.

Quite. Grass is food.

The whole history of civilization, my
dear chap, is of people ever moving

westward looking for greener grass from
the very beginning of recorded time.

Must we go back to the beginning of
time?

All the gentleman was asking. Present,
the world's finest grass is in Wyoming.

Consequently, so are we.

Use better cattle.

Feed it on the native grass here.

There's millions in it.

But that makes sense.

You've moved to America for business
reasons.

Good heavens, no.

We're merely moving a bit of capital.

As soon as we've got things here, our
ship shape and Bristol fashion, it's

hippity hop and home again.

The new colonialism, old boy.

Don't send troops.

Send money.

I say Maybrook.

Maverick. What one?

His name's not Maybrook, father. It's
Maverick.

Tosh, there's no such name as Maverick.

What would it mean?

Well, back home in Texas, a Maverick is
a calf that's lost its mother.

And his father has run off with another
cow.

A foundling?

No, it's just a lostling.

Quite. What else do you do, Mr.
Maverick?

For a livelihood, I mean.

With your permission, I shall leave you
to your cigars.

Benson?

Manson was telling me that you seemed
quite perturbed by the loss of your old

shirt. As if there'd been money in it.
There was.

A thousand dollar bill.

Heavens, man, that's 200 quid. Isn't
that rather a large banknote to lug

loose in one's pocket?

I kept it pinned.

That makes all the difference.

My father insisted on it. He said my
brother and I were so shiftless that if

didn't carry at least a thousand
dollars, we'd starve to death.

And now that you have it no longer?

I guess I start.

Nonsense, my boy. This is a British
home. We're responsible for you until

on your way again.

Well, you've been very kind.

But being on my way seems to be the real
problem.

He'd need a horse and money for the
road.

I could work for you.

Work?

Yes, I'd insist on working for him.

Very well, then.

We shall have to find.

Something for you to do.

There you are, my men.

If you'll just trot these things over to
the cowherd's quarters, I'm sure

they'll find somewhere for you to sleep.

I'm sure they'll find somewhere for you
to sleep.

I see by your outfit that you are a
cowboy.

These words he did say as I gaily rode
by.

Come sit down beside me and hear my sad
story.

Shot in the... Maverick!

Maverick!

You waiting to see the sunrise or
something? Let's go to work.

My horse seems to have picked up a
pebble.

If he can do that, maybe you can teach
him to juggle.

Here, here.

I don't suppose you could help the poor
brute.

Well, I'll try. I know just how he
feels.

I say, you are a fight. What in pity's
name have you been doing?

Pitching fodder into the loft.

Why? So when winter comes, I can climb
back up there and pitch it down again.

I see.

Poor Maverick.

There must be something better suited to
your talents.

There is.

But these cowhands don't have any money
until payday.

I don't suppose you play cards?

West.

Oh. Oh, yes, I'm an investor at Gambler.

Well, that's nice to know.

I'll make you a little bet.

If you like.

What should we bet on, and how much?

93 cents, even money.

On the keenness of your eye and the
brightness of your logic.

That sounds utterly smashing.

First we need a belt.

And a pencil.

No pencil.

Maybe a hairpin.

Now, what you do is this. You push the
hairpin through one of these loops. So

that when you unroll it, the hairpin
will be inside.

Quite.

There's still time to change your mind.

Would you mind?

Just unroll it this way. That's the way
you rolled it up.

Just so.

Now unroll it.

I say this is a bit thick.

Thank you.

You won't forget about the pair ball,
will you?

There's no way in saying it's been
rather upstream for you, but become so

discouraged you won't strike out on
foot.

Lord Belcastle, it comes down to this.

I'd like to have a horse and a saddle
and a grub stick, but on my income,

is $12 a month, there are luxuries I
just can't afford. Martin Drake, the

of you, Maybrook, it's merely a matter
of stinging it through.

Well, I've stuck it through wars and
fence wars and prison camps and cattle

drives. I've fought Yankees and Indians
and grizzly bears and price fighters,

but there's just one thing I can't
fight.

The fact that I just wasn't cut out to
be a cowboy.

I dare say you know more about than I,
but... Grizzly bear?

Ursus Horribilis?

Are you a huntsman?

Well, I've shot more of them than they
have of me.

By Jove, Maybuck, I think that's it.

It's what?

The means by which you're going to earn
your horse and gear and, uh, grub steak.

Look here.

My brother Albert, my daughter, and I
are all frightfully keen to go on a

whilst we're here.

A safari? A safari hunting expedition.

It would have to be rather primitive.

No bearers, no beaters, and all that
sort of thing.

We'd all be rather roughing it, you
know, but dash it all.

Dash it all!

There we went.

The thin red line of empire.

The house of Bellcastle loaded for bear.

With food?

clothing, shelter, and the bare
essentials of life, and bringing up the

simple native guide.

Two days across the grasslands and five
days across the desert taught me one

thing about the British aristocracy.

When they talk about roughing it, that
means no fresh cream for the four o

'clock tea.

Nothing like the warm, dry, exhilarating
air of the desert.

We can stand a bit of this in England,
you know.

One more day and we shall reach the
highlands. And I forgot to bring my

I say, Maybrook, what's your... Can't
complain, Your Lordship.

Our thing's over in the officer's mess.

That's what I like to hear, a bit of
healthy grousing from the ranks.

I'll try to oblige.

I think it's utterly smashing the change
that's come over Maverick since we

started on Safari.

Really, Maverick, you're like a new
person.

It's all in giving a body something he
can do.

The man wasn't cut out for punching
stairs.

He was meant all along to be a guide.

I'm not sure yet.

As my pappy used to say, it'd be a
pitiful thing if I ever tried to work

living.

Son, he said, use your wit, because the
Lord didn't give you brains.

That's really quite droll. You must
never listen to that sort of talk,

If you think you can do a thing, you can
do it.

Now, that's why you didn't make out as a
cowherd. You weren't keeping a stiff

upper. The one thing that has stayed me
through every crisis is the comforting

knowledge that nothing is ever so bad
that it couldn't be worse.

Hello!

You're just in time for tea.

You want some tea, Gus?

No.

Coffee, then. There must be something we
can give you.

Well, seeing that you brought it up
yourself.

Food, water, everything.

They might at least have left us their
horses.

Give us a chance to get back to the
nearest outpost.

They didn't want us getting back to any
outposts.

That seems a bit steep.

Have you any notion who they were?

The leader's name was Gus.

I'd guess they were the Shaughnessys, a
bunch of outlaws on the run.

They figured they needed everything they
took.

Tablecloths, women's clothing.

I think they were simply a set of
bounders, enjoying our predicament.

They were on the run, Lady Ellen.

If they were just out on a picnic,
they'd have invited you along.

Oh.

Well, Norbert? It's going to be a rum
go, but we shall try to make do with

we have.

Nothing? Quite.

We've come five days so far. That would
mean five days getting back.

Five days by horse.

That's at least ten days on foot.

Be touch and go, but we can do it.
Without food or water?

My dear, there's food and water
everywhere if one knows how to look for

I read up a bit on the desert.

One looks for water by following game
trails, by searching the valleys and

depressions, by watching the flights of
birds.

If there's a bird within a hundred miles
of here, he seems to be painfully shy.

May I make a suggestion?

Of course.

Ten days is a long time to go looking
for water.

Do you have an alternative?

Well, I'm pretty sure those people were
the Shaughnessys.

If they were, they were heading for
their hideout in the mountains.

Now, the mountains are only two days
away. We stand a good chance of making

that far.

And then?

Well, if we're lucky, maybe we can get
our stuff back from them. That's

interesting, but are they practical?

Well, what's practical about heading 200
miles straight across the desert on

foot? I should think that quite obvious,
Maybrook.

When we finish our walk, we shall have
got somewhere. We shall have our own

resources again instead of having to
battle a gang of ruddy bandits.

If we start out that way, we won't even
need bandits.

May I remind you, Maybrook, this is my
expedition.

Do you realize what you want to blunder
into?

I've seen men come off the desert down
in Texas after just three days without

water. They came out, didn't they?

Some of them.

So shall we.

Bell Castle, you're the first man I've
ever seen who tried to draw three cards

to fill a straight.

That's picturesque, but unintelligible.

Look, if we keep going toward the
mountains, we have a chance to stay

But if we head back into that desert...
You said it, your opinion may, but now

we can be on our way.

That way.

Can you talk some sense into him? It's
not really necessary.

If Norbert says we're going that way,
that's the way we're going.

Why? Because Norbert is an eminently
sensible man.

So Thurston Alderhold wrote a
fascinating paper on it, which I have

really must look it up.

One looks for certain plants that
indicate water close to the surface, and

wherever the sand is damp, well,
naturally... Try not to talk, Father.

It'll only dry you out.

I say, Maverick, I'm rather puzzled, old
man.

I know why we're headed this way, but
tell me, why are you?

Well, there's no point in heading toward
the mountains alone.

There's nine of them and only one of me.

You still think Norbert's ill -advised,
do you?

Oh, he's well advised. He's just too
stupid to listen.

Then why are you jogging along with us?

Well, I can't let you just wander off
and die.

How thoughtful.

We kept it up all that day, making good
British progress toward nowhere at all.

It was the only thing to do.

I'd finished trying to talk sense into
Lord Belcastle's head.

The desert itself could do that a lot
quicker than I could.

That is, if anything could.

Sun seems to get hotter all the time.

It'll be worse tomorrow.

The further into the desert we get.

How do you feel?

I can't say I give it much thought.

That helps.

I've seen people dead that look better
than you do.

The thing to do is press on and save our
little compliment for later.

You're still set on pressing on?

Naturally.

This thin red line of empire is
beginning to look pretty thick to me.

And what is that intended to mean?

You make a stupid decision, or his
worship here makes one for you, and you

to it the rest of your lives.

That's only going to be two or three
days.

We've heard quite enough from you.

I thought one day without food and water
would show you you're going the wrong

way. But I keep forgetting who you
people are.

It takes you longer to get the point.

It seems to take you longer, too, my
man. First of all, I deeply resent your

suggesting that I've made some sort of
unique camera decision.

We've observed the democratic processes,
discussed the matter fully, and come to

a majority vote on this course.

And the very least you can do is to
abide by it gracefully.

Since we're set on going that way, we
might as well go quietly.

I'm not going that way.

Indeed. And you aren't either.

Come now, Maybrook. I didn't say I think
you're behaving quite badly.

Childishly. You people once saved my
life, and I guess it's up to me now to

and save yours.

Whether you like it or not.

I suggest we try to get some rest.

Perhaps we can talk more sensibly in the
morning. There's no time to talk or

rest.

We're going that way, and we're going
now.

Why now?

Because we can travel three times as
fast at night. We can look for shade at

daybreak, and we can rest while the sun
is out.

You are determined to die out there
alone.

If I die, it won't be alone.

For pity's sake, Maybrook, you're still
outvoted.

I hate to say this, Bellcastle, but
we're not holding any more elections

side of Wyoming.

I'm declaring martial law.

I'm afraid you've got yourself a sticky
wicket, my boy.

There's still three of us, and only one
of you.

There are two of us, Lord Belkessel.

If that's your authority, I'm afraid it
just won't do.

You'd have to get quite close to use it
on anyone, and I can assure you, you'd

only get one of us at most.

Don't make me have to get any of you.

Try to get this through your thick
skulls. I am sick of the sight of you.

If I had a snowball's chance of making
it back by myself, I'd leave the three

you out here to talk each other to
death.

Thank you very much.

I can't make it back alone.

I'd need help when I got to the
mountains.

And I'm going to have help.

If I have to kill one of you to get the
other two back, I'll do it.

I think he really means it.

Of course he does.

You first, Belkessel.

You know something, Maverick? What's
that?

The last person to depose a bell castle
is King Harold Harefoot.

1039.

You got tired of arguing, huh?

Democratic process, as you know. Only I
wanted to borrow the knife.

Can't be done, your lordship.

If I lent it to you, I'm afraid I might
have trouble borrowing it back.

As you wish.

I'm greatly thirsty.

I know.

Here.

How can this help thirst?

It can't. It just takes your mind off of
it.

Maverick, you're right about traveling
at night.

We're already back past the place where
we lost our things.

I don't suppose it matters that we
frightfully overtired ourselves.

I don't move.

What are you doing?

Just laying in some supplies.

Too bad, old -timer. It's the law of the
jungle.

Step right up, folks. Don't be bashful.

What are we supposed to do with it?

What do you usually do with food?

Do you mean eat it?

Thank you. No.

I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. Eat
it.

One blessed consolation, my mouth's dry,
I can't tell what it tastes like.

I can't even feel it.

I don't like it.

I don't suppose you've ever been in the
army.

The first thing we were taught, you're
not required to like it, you're just

required to eat it.

I'm so hungry I could eat a horse.

Unfortunately, we don't have one of
those.

Why?

I say, Maverick, it suddenly hits me.

Isn't it true that rattlesnakes travel
in pairs?

I've heard something like that.

Well, then, it's not too late.

What? Turn back and wait for the other.

Just keep up your pace and you can have
half of Lord Belcastle's Ursus

Horribilis. What?

Grizzly bear.

Oh.

We'd already done what I figured none of
us could possibly do.

We'd gone more than three days on our
own, and we were still almost alive.

A reptile here, a little cactus there,
and every time I saw one, I had the same

thought. There couldn't possibly be
another.

We're going to make it, aren't we?

This time tomorrow, we should be in the
mountains.

You're sure?

We'll make it or die trying.

Quite.

Brett.

Yes, ma 'am.

Are we being good troops, Father and
Albert and I?

England's finest.

I've had Father up before the mast.

He shan't be acting up again.

Again? I saw what happened yesterday.

About the knife, that is.

You don't miss a thing, do you?

Are you truly a professional gambler,
Brett?

Lady Ellen, I'm not a professional in
anything. I'm too lazy.

In England, we don't call our friends
lady this and that.

Are we friends?

We are indeed.

Tell me about Texas and what sort of
little boy you were when you were

up there.

Things are dry enough already without
getting into that little story.

The third night's walk was worse than
any before, and I wasn't sure we were

going to make it.

Things happen to you when you're having
enough water.

Ellen found a lump of sugar in her
pocket. She put it in her mouth, and it

wouldn't even dissolve.

You find it harder to sleep, which is a
kind of a blessing almost, because you

dream about things you don't want to.

Myself, I kept dreaming about a huge,
beautiful, yellow -meated watermelon.

I figured we were halfway of the last
lap when I suddenly saw something that

just had to be a mirage.

It was an orchard.

Cheers.

When we hit the bottom of that barrel
cactus, we were ready to move on.

It's a lot different with moisture
inside you.

I led as fast a pace as I thought we
could manage.

We've been amazingly lucky so far.

If our luck held out, or even if it
didn't, this was bound to be our last

in that desert.

Finally, we reached the mountains.

We've done it.

Almost. Well, shall we?

We'll make better time if we rest five
minutes first.

Worst of, it's over.

Somewhere in the neighborhood, we'll
find their supplies and the people who

them. You seem quite sure of that.

Well, Castle, I've got to feel sure.

Never fear.

They'll be there.

Finding the Blighters is one thing.
Getting our stores back is another.

How do you propose to do that?

Steal them back?

Fight for them.

Enough of that.

Before we go.

Ellen, I must say... Then do, Father.

Sucks me that we've all taken evil of
our senses.

Don't be tedious.

Before we go, Norbert, I've never said
any of this before, but I think the

occasion has come for it.

It's never seemed really logical to me.

A man has to study to be a lieutenant
general or a chimney sweep, but...

can be a duke or a marquis simply by
being born in the right bed.

That's hardly an original observation,
Albert, but it is profound.

Why don't you write a letter to the
Times?

No, stop it, both of you.

No, this is important.

Sometime in the dim past, someone with a
crown about his head tapped a chap on

the shoulder with a sword and said,
rise, marquis of Belcastle.

Why? Because, dash it all.

The chap was a superior fighter, a
leader, and he was needed for a job.

Much the same as with chimney sweeps,
except they have to keep working at it.

Now, if you should feel inclined to work
at it, Norbert, the very least you can

do for all those dusty old bell castles
is to go out there and get their ruddy

silver back for them.

Are we ready?

Yeah, I think we've covered just about
everything.

We still had a couple of hours before
sunup.

Since we all couldn't go charging around
in the dark stumbling over things, I

advised the house of Belcastle to use
the time for rest while I went

reconnoitering.

a sign of life anywhere.

Not a sign that life had ever existed
within miles of the place.

Except our own, of course.

And that still looked awfully temporary.

Something's wrong, isn't it?

I couldn't see anything anywhere.

What was that?

What?

I climbed high enough to look around.
There's no sign of the people we're

looking for.

Ah, well.

Kinds paid to stumble on them first off.

I was sure this is where they'd be. If
they were here, there'd be a campfire to

protect the animals.

I couldn't see smoke.

What could you see?

Meat? Vegetables?

Water?

I'm afraid not.

Do you have any plan for what we should
do next?

No, not yet.

Of course you haven't.

It would surprise me no end if you
should come up with one.

Mr. Maybrook, I followed you against my
will, I needn't say, for three nights

and two days.

And you've only led us up what I might
ludicrously call the garden path.

I think it might be wise if I carried
the knife now.

Norbert, you're not helping things by
being difficult.

I'm afraid there's no sensible
alternative, Albert, unless, of course,

like to lead us out of the mess your
friend has led us into.

They put the knife I'm afraid not
Norbert

You

mustn't

Norbert none of us has strength to throw
away am I still the minority for a

while father

I seem to be still at your service.

Well, if you feel all right, I think
we'd better be moving.

Where?

North. That's the way they'd have
headed.

You ready?

Carry on.

We'd been in worse condition out in that
desert.

But we've had something in the desert
that we seem to be losing now.

We'd had something to aim for.

The mountains.

Now that we were in the mountains, I
could feel the others thinking that we

aiming at nothing at all.

I think they're all prisoner accounted
for.

Unless there's another guard we didn't
get.

There's seven men down there for us to
fight. We've only 24 rounds.

Well, is this to be said? They won't
know who we are and know what we've got.

What do you think?

Try for finish.

They've got fairly decent cover
themselves.

I'd like it better if we could trim the
odds a bit.

How? There's a way.

We should have to chance it that they're
all asleep, or at least groggy.

We'd have to go in without being seen or
heard, like a pair of red Indians.

Go in where?

Down there, of course.

Get arms and ammunition.

Perhaps even take the blackguards by
surprise.

Excellent. It's really excellent.

We shall have to hurry.

Afraid you can't go, Albert.

It's my duty to go, but we can't expose
the whole male line of the House of

Belcastle. I will not be regarded as
breeding stock.

He's quite right, Albert.

It's up to father and Brett.

Take care.

Coming, Maple?

Norwich, you... Get up here!

Splendid, Albert, splendid!

And do, boy, your pistol, please.

Father. Father.

I say, who won?

For heaven's sake, don't try to mount a
lone Norbert. You are a wounded man, you

know. Nonsense more stunned than
anything else.

I've been thinking about that chap
Maybrook.

I'm sure he'd be pleased.

Born leader, a bit headstrong, but good
stuff there.

Mustn't let him get away.

What would you use him for?

Superintend the Wyoming property?

That's dull thinking, Albert.

It's obvious he's drawn to Ellen.

It's even more so that Ellen's drawn to
him.

You're not thinking... Of course I am.
Do wonders for the bloodline.

Perhaps they'll work it out for
themselves.

Ready, Brett.

Is that all?

I'm eager.

What are you going to do when we get
back to Bell Castle Cottage?

What are you going to do?

I dare say we'll go back to England.

We were almost ready before.

I don't think you really like Wyoming.

With a look in Father's eye, I suspect
he's going to invite you to come back

with us to England.

Do you think I should go?

England's a wonderful place.

For the English.

Yeah.

Now, if you were going someplace where
it was more civilized, like, say,

Denver...

Lord

Belcastle, old boy?

Ready when you are, Brett.

You're the leader, you know.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Ride the trail to who knows where. Luck
is his companion.

Gamble is his game.

Smooth as a handle on a gun. Maverick is
the name.

Wild as a wind in Oregon.

Blowing up a canyon.

Easier to tame.

Riverboat, ring your bell.

Fare thee well, Annabelle.

Luck is a lady that he loves the best.

That's a student in New Orleans, living
on Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Riverwalk, ring your bell.

Farewell, Annabelle.

Luck is a lady that he loves the best.

That's a student in New Orleans, living
on Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Maverick is a legend of the West.