All language subtitles for S03E14 - The Goose-Drownder ENGLISH

Stella.

This feller is an old friend
of yours. That's what he said.

He doesn't mean anything to me.

Then kill him.

- But I've never...
- For me.

For the man who's gonna
trust you from now on.

A Warner
Bros. Television Production.

Rain's still
comin' down wholesale.

Reckon the good Lord
is overstocked.

We don't get rain in these parts
except once in five years.

Then they get us a real
goose-drownder like this one.

Sort of to make up
for lost time.

What about the bridge
to Silveropolis?

I just took a look at it.
It's two foot under water.

All the years I've been here,
never seen the like of it.

It's undoubtedly
the second deluge.

What we three wet Noahs
should be doing

is gathering the animals
two by two and bringin' 'em

to the dubious shelter
of this leaky ark.

Five.

I suggest you collect
the snakes, Maverick.

Won't you say
that's more your line?

I've already started rounding up
the lower order of varmints.

One skunk so far.
My deal.

We've been stuck here
for a week with nothing to do.

My friend, Gentleman Jack Darby

with whom I had shared
many experiences in the past

most of them disastrous,
had gotten us into this mess.

He'd heard that
in a neighboring town

the miners were poker hungry.

But the rains had come
before we could reach it.

And here we were,
stranded in a ghost town.

Well, what do you do?

If I were to open for, uh, 2000,
what would your response be?

I'd file for bankruptcy.

Well, I've already won
approximately 185,000

from you in cash.

Uh, you do have cash, Maverick?

I'd get writer's cramp just
making out an IOU that big.

Well, I've already
won your horse.

A swayback nag wouldn't even
make good library paste

much less glue.

I suppose we play for your gun.

An inferior firing piece at best

that you nor it
has never hit anything.

Don't you have anything that
I could really use, Maverick?

From where I sit, Darby,
I think you could really use

a good punch in the jaw.

It sounds fascinating.

'Suppose we make that the bet.'

'First one who's dealt an ace'

gets to take a free swing
at the other.

Would certainly serve to relieve
the tedium of this awful place.

I'd be pretty stupid to pass up
a chance to belt you.

New deal.

You fellas must be
pretty much up against it

for something to do.

Gambling to whomp each other.

Oh, I gotta get back
to the barn.

Two of my cows are calvin'.

Cows are stupid mothers.

Take your eye off them and they
wander away from their calves

like they've never
even been introduced.

And I hear the paternal instinct
isn't too strong in the father.

Yes. They're off leerin'
with another cow with that time.

Is that an ace
you just dealt me, Darby?

So it is.

You know you definitely
limit me, Maverick.

Forcing me to deal off the top.

Well..

Ah, this is silly.
Sit down, Darby.

Oh, no. Oh, no, it's an old
family tradition.

We Darbys always pay our debts,
uh, when we're able.

It's an old Maverick tradition
that we never hit

women, children,
or slow-witted con men.

Sit down.

I insist that you hit me,
Maverick.

Alright.

If you really want it.

Uh, now, you stick out
that receding chin of yours

Darby, ol' boy.

'Whoa!'

Hi, Luke.

'How'd you make it
through this gully washer?'

Luke's back in Tonopah
sick with pneumonia.

I'm takin' his place.

My name is Latimer.

What're you doin' in this route?

The regular stage route
is three foot under water.

Thought I'd make it this way
to Carson City.

- You can't.
- We've gotta get there.

The creek's flooded.

Well, we're stuck here, folks.

Better get in out of the wet.

Will one of you men
lend us a hand, please?

I've got a sick man in here.

You boys better get out.

Mr. Hurley and me
can help carry him, ma'am.

You bring the luggage
and the blankets in.

Would you help me carry him in?

Delighted to be of service.

Can you sit up, dear?

Slowly, now.

We'll have you warm
and comfortable soon.

I don't need to be carried.
Give me your hand, Hurley.

'I'll give you
a hand with the horses.'

Is that the only place
you have to put him?

- What are those rooms in there?
- Bedroom.

In a manner of speaking

but we'll be happy
to give up ours for him.

- Is that alright with you?
- That's alright.

Come on, partner.

Easy, mister. Easy.

Your friend ought to have
his clothes off, ma'am.

We'll take care.
He's my brother.

- What's wrong with him?
- It's his lungs.

The damp weather and that
jouncing on the stagecoach

hasn't done him any good.

Uh, we could use some hot soup.
Do you have any?

Well, uh, probably
rustle you somethin' up.

The old man that lives here
cooks a bit.

Maybe he can get you something.

What's the matter?

Uh... blood.

I-I probably cut my hand while
carrying him on his belt buckle.

It's nothing.

What happens when he finds
there's no cut on his hand?

Nothin' much. He starts
to pump his gums about it

and we shut him up.

Now that's what I call
a beautiful addition

to this thriving metropolis.

Who's the sick one?
Not her husband, I trust.

Brother.

Ah! A much simpler
relationship.

Blood on the hands?

What'd you do?
Commit a little murder in there?

No, but the sick one
has a lung condition.

Must be pretty bad because, uh..

He bleeds through his shirt.

Do tell.

When I was lowering him
on that bed

I noticed he had
a .44 tucked in his belt.

What do you suppose the point is
of a man that sick with a gun?

Possibly to protect himself from
nefarious characters like you.

Who's the other one?
The hard-faced party.

I don't know.

And the plump little gentleman
gathering up the luggage?

I don't suppose
you know who he is either.

Thomas Jefferson Herring,
at your service, gentlemen.

Salesman for the Alpha and Omega
linen company of Omaha.

Best outfit this side
of Mississippi.

Blankets, bed linens,
napkins and towels.

Which we could use,
heaven knows on a day like this.

On account of the color of my
hair, my friends call me Red.

Red Herring, get it?

A little subtle but we get it.

Are you with the other
folks, Mr. Herring?

No, sir. They got on Tonopah,
they said.

I flagged the coach
a little town

about 40 miles west of there.

I guess I better get these
bags and stuffy to them.

They may need it.

I, uh, left my sample cases
on the stage.

Reckon they'll be safe enough.

Nothin' in 'em worth stealing.
Where'd you put the folks?

Oh, right in there,
Mr. Herring.

'Come in.'

A Red Herring, if I remember
the dictionary definition

is something used to confuse
or to divert attention

from something else.

And I saw the derringer too.

Maverick, have we happened
into a nest of vipers?

Oh, you have it reversed,
my friend.

They ran into us.

I better find old man Gillis.
The sick one needs some soup.

Been couple of hours
making that, old man.

Soup takes time, unless you have
a liking for dishwater.

Well, hurry it up.

Will a man on horseback
make it to Carson City?

If he didn't drown first.

They have to ford the creek.

And I reckon it's about
10 feet deep at this time.

There's no other way?

Across an 8000 foot mountain
that don't have no roads.

What's in Carson City?

There's a doctor there
we got to get to.

- Ama Deramus.
- That's right.

Um, he ain't practicing
there anymore.

- The law caught up with him.
- For what?

For plucking bullets out
of gunslingers.

It's a bad habit
he had, it seems.

Is that what's wrong
with the kid's lungs?

Lead poison, maybe?

You ask too many questions.

Yeah, that's my problem.

He's, uh, half Injun, ain't he?

Who?

Your sick friend,
The Arapaho kid.

They, uh, say that he had
quick notch in his gun.

There was hardly any butt left.

He's a fine-looking young man
too. Takes a very good picture.

I've seen it in
a lot of post offices..

Put that thing away.

I'm too old to be scared by
a gun, almost anything else.

What you're up to ain't
none of my business.

Anyway, there ain't nothin'
around here

for, for a gunslinger
like the kid.

Except wait to die, maybe.

You wanna take this in to him?

Wait a minute,
I'll get you a spoon.

He's in pain, I gave him some
laudanum to deaden it.

He better drink the soup first

On an empty stomach that stuff
will knock him cold.

Where can I get
some drinking water?

Right here.

Thank you.

Stella, you could've at least
left me the watch.

How'd you know my name?

You told it to me that night.

What night?

The night you rolled me and took
my watch in my poker.

You don't look familiar
to me at all.

Stella.

Come on, let's not play games.

I'm not playing games, I just
don't place you, that's all.

You have a pretty short memory,
don't you?

Or was I just one of so many
that you really can't remember?

I don't keep a diary, if that's
what you're getting at.

Where was all this
supposed to have happened?

Abilene. Last June less than six
months ago at the Bogdan saloon.

Where you were working.

And I took your
watch and wallet?

Sounds very dishonest of me.

How'd we meet?

The way anybody meets
a dance hall girl.

I said hello to you,
and you said hello to me.

What a fascinating conversation.

I thought you're a cut
above the others.

Not me. I'm cut from the same
bolt of shoddy as the others.

Alright, you were the one who
played cards and you'd lost

your shirt that night,
and you were down to about...

Oh, I had a pretty healthy bank
roll, almost a thousand...

Six fifties, two twenties,
and a ten, $350.

So let's not make it
the national debt, huh?

Got to give my brother
his medicine.

Stella.

It was a cold windy night.

We talked a lot.

And the stove kept going out,
and you had to keep interrupting

to get more wood for it.

And you listened.

And that's exactly what
I needed that night.

That's what I was there for,
to listen.

I didn't think you were
just doing your job.

Then when you left, I found
my watch and money gone.

I, uh..

I must confess,
I missed you most of all.

Uh, don't tell me
you fell for me.

No.

Then why do you
remember me so well?

I think of you often.

Whenever I wanted to know
what time it was.

It's ten of eight right now.

So you just sing out whenever
you want to know the time.

He ate and it started hurtin'
again. Give him his medicine.

What goes on here?

She wouldn't give me
the time of day.

You know her?

We've met.

Where'd you learn that trick?

I don't know,
I picked it up somewhere.

Anyway, you're pretty good
with your fingers, mister.

You a gambler?

What's that got to do with you?

You sort of expect them to be
slick with their hands.

I'm not that kind of a gambler.

Anyway, you're pretty darn good
with your fingers.

Hah, since our guests
have the bedroom

I've been looking over the barn
as possible sleeping quarters.

Dry, comfortable,
you'll be... quite cozy there.

I'm going to sleep
in the barn tonight?

Oh, don't be frightened.

You'll have that Red Herring
fellow and the driver with you.

Oh, where are you gonna sleep?

Well, I thought, I, I might take
this under-stuffed sofa.

It'll be very uncomfortable. I
don't mind making the sacrifice.

The girl in there have anything
to do with your self sacrifice?

Oh, no, not a thing.

It, well, very little.

Maverick, the, the poor child
may need protection.

- Oh.
- 'She's trying to poison me.'

'Rance, dear,
it's just medicine.'

'Get back in the bed, kid.'

'Take it, take it, take it.
She's just tryin' to help ya!'

Oh, goodness!

You keep feeding me this stuff.

You, you're trying
to get me drugged.

She's after the bounty.

You stayed behind,
waited while we did the job.

'Since when do
you need a woman to help?'

I wouldn't have got shot
if she'd done her part.

I never did
anything like that before.

- And I was afraid!
- Come on, kid.

She's trying to kill me!

Did you have to hit him?

Highly emotional group.

Much too noisy.

Maverick, I've reconsidered.

I'll sleep in the barn.

Suit yourself.

Ah, what sort of a job
was it that she sat out?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Oh... something unsavory,
I would imagine.

What's goin' on around here?

Just a little disagreement.

Better keep this out of sight.

Oh, yeah, fightin' amongst
themselves, huh?

Yeah.

Then, I'll latch all
to the good.

- Where you gonna sleep?
- Right here.

I could put blankets
on the floor in my room for ya.

Thanks, this will do just fine.

Alright, goodnight.

Goodnight.

Looks like your friend's gonna
camp out there all night.

Go out and talk to him while
I get out through the window.

Keep him busy.

You wouldn't shoot a defenseless
woman, would you, mister?

Your brother tried it.

He was so full of pain killers

he didn't know
what he was doing.

You got a cigarette?

- Cigar.
- No.

You in a mood to buy
a lady a drink, huh?

Old man Gillis brewed himself up

some kind of dynamite drippings.

Slugger couldn't talk
for two days.

Unless you really need it,
I'd say leave it alone.

Just wanted something
to shut this night out.

Well, forget about it.

He wouldn't hurt me, you know.

When he's himself,
he's a great guy.

He could've taken
any girl out of the saloon

where I worked,
but he picked me.

Well, not anymore than any
brother should do for a sister.

Alright, so he's not my brother.

I had nine brothers, little
ones, I took take care of.

The big ones, when I was
working, sponged off me.

So, who needs brothers?

Will this ever let up?

We just got to get him
to a doctor.

Where did he pick up the bullet?

Who says he's carrying one?

He's bleeding
to death, isn't he?

Oh, it's easy
to pick out a killer.

They smell of death.

The ones they've caused in their
own race to catch up with them.

Just because he is sick
and down, he isn't through.

He can still take care
of little boys like you.

You had a gun on him.
Why did you stop?

He's the only man
in my life that ever..

Didn't try to shine up to me
or paw his way in to my favor.

Or, uh, squawk
because I copped his watch.

He is a real man.

But a dead one.
He's been dead a long time.

My pappy used to say,
those who live by the gun..

Die by the neck.

Oh, those are big
words, aren't they?

I'd like to see you
face up to him right now.

Sick as he is, he's
more alive than you are.

But he will be dead if I
don't get him help soon.

And then you can have
your precious watch back.

Take it right now.
Take it, wind up the stem

watch those pretty
little hands go round

and have yourself some fun

while a better man than you
is dying in there.

Go ahead, take it!

No, no, no sign of it.

I don't think this coach
was carrying anything.

Ten thousand dollars
in gold coin.

Payroll for the Chowderhead
mine.

I know it was
on this stagecoach.

'Cause the payroll
clerk told me.

And he's got
no reason for lyin'.

- He's gotten his cut of it.
- Beats me.

Did you check there
in the sap cases?

'There's nothin' in there,
but towel, sheets and napkins.'

'What did you expect? He didn't
join us until it was all over.'

We should've passed up this job.

We didn't have enough
men for it to start with.

Everything went wrong.

Could you imagine
the kid getting shot

by a lousy stagecoach
driver? And now..

He is dying and... we can't
find what we are after.

Maybe that payroll clerk was
plannin' to get us bushwhacked.

Seems to me they'd have
carried a shotgun rider

if they was totin'
of all that gold.

Not if they hid it where
nobody would think to look.

You sure you checked real close?

Yes. Seats, roof,
everything. It ain't here.

You didn't find it by
any chance and stash it away?

- Look here, Hurley..
- It's been known to happen.

Where would I put it?

How would I get it away
without you knowing it?

Alright, take it easy.

You better come with me,
the kid's pretty riled.

You tell him all about it.

You better take this
for a while, Stella.

You might need to know what time

to give your friend
his medicine.

I thank you.
And my friend thanks you.

Well, nine o'clock.

You used to start
getting pretty wild

back at the joint
about this time.

What if it's raining in Abilene?

You know,
there's an old sayin' that..

You can't ever
figure out a woman.

I've heard it many times.

But what do you mean by it?

I'm tickled to death
to be out of the bon ton.

Which means that I should
be happy to be here.

How happy do I look?

You look about the most unhappy
girl I ever met, Stella.

I just don't know
when I'm well off.

How did you get into the
bon ton in the first place?

Which story would you like?

The one that I was
fascinated by the life?

Did someone push me
through the swinging doors?

I came from a
very religious home.

Do you believe that?

Why not?

My father was
a preacher, sort of.

I mean, no church. He'd
never been ordained or anything.

He somehow got it into his head
that the whole world was wrong

and that it was his job
to set them right again.

So he went around preaching
to anybody who would listen.

Sometimes even those
who wouldn't listen.

I've met them.

Hell, fire
and brimstone shouters

finding sin everywhere.

I knew one who said it was
a sin to be born.

Oh, according to my father, that
was the greatest sin of all.

He hated women.

Said we were responsible

for getting man
kicked out of paradise.

I took it as long as I could.

Then I just split out
one day. I was 15.

Pretty young to go out
in the world all by yourself.

I found that out.

In Toledo I got a job in a
dry goods store selling notions.

Until the owner decided to try
to sell me some of his notions.

Then I hit the road again.

I had always heard that
if a girl waited long enough..

Mr. Right
would come along.

And I thought I met him,
in St. Louis.

Very good looking, smoothie.

'Said I had
a lovely singing voice.'

Have you, Stella?

When I used to call
the hogs for my father

they must have liked it
'cause they always came running.

That was supposed to be funny.

Don't you like jokes?

I don't think
your story is funny.

No sense of humor, that's all.

Well, anyway,
Mr. Right decided

I was another Jenny Lind.

And he was gonna
put me on a stage.

'Only, he didn't.'

'Instead, he put
himself on the stage.'

'Then went to Dallas.'

So, I was left.
No job, no money.

No prospects.

End of story.

Not quite the end, Stella.

In fact, it's
hardly the beginning.

Good stories never end
with the heroine in a jam.

In every one I've read,
she lives happily ever after.

What's "happily"?

- I'm not unhappy.
- With him?

His mother was
an Arapaho princess.

But that doesn't mean
anything to people, no.

He's just a half-breed.

Half-red, half-white,
all nothing.

Neither side wants him.

They don't want him because the
cause he fights for is death.

He has the blood
of great chiefs in him.

He kills because he needs to,
like a grizzly or a cougar.

And he doesn't
have their excuse.

He doesn't kill to eat,
it's in his blood.

And it's not the blood
of great chiefs.

It's the blood of murderers.

He's turned on you once, Stella.

Get away from him
before he kills you.

Why don't you leave me alone?

Why'd you make me tell you
my silly story anyway?

What do you want from me?

Not a thing, Stella.

Except to wish you luck.

It's about time you had some.

Gentleman, there is a cadaver
at the creek beyond the barn.

- A what?
- An extremely dead man.

- 'Who is he?'
- 'He didn't tell me his name.'

You get a look at him? Husky
fellow with a black mustache?

'I wouldn't know.'

Oh, I have an idea
who it might be.

If I'm right, it's awful.

I-it's terrible awful!

Come on.

They found the stage driver.
I'd said at the time

don't shove him in the water.
Bury him or let him lay there.

'That creek runs
downstream to here.'

Just our luck
they gotta find him now.

You listenin', Rance?

They found him, so what?

So old man Gillis
already knows who you are.

Everybody knows who I am.

Look at her.

'Ever since she came back
from talkin' to that guy'

she's been staring
out at the rain.

Like she never
seen rain before him.

Maybe she's crazy about it.

Are you in love
with rain, Stella?

- I don't mind it.
- Not with that dude out there.

You got a case on him,
haven't you?

Don't be silly, Rance.

Gonna run off with him
after you collect on me, honey?

Why be with you
only to turn you in?

That's why!

I must've been loco when
I took you out of that saloon.

None of you painted cats
are any good!

Oh, don't call me that, please.

- None of you can be trusted!
- Get back in the bed.

Kid, you move around,
you'll kill yourself.

You'd like that, wouldn't ya?

Dead or alive, the poster said.

Oh, Rance...
Rance, you're sick.

You wouldn't be talkin'
like that if you weren't.

Look, come on,
please get back in the bed.

I love you, only you.

I came with you
'cause I loved you.

Only you, Rance.

Only you.

He's been drivin' that stage
the last ten years.

Luke Rogers, family man.

Three kids.

Killers! Murderers!

Dirty gunslingers!

Killin' innocent people.
Come on out, ya butchers!

Argh!

Stella, get their guns.

Get 'em!

You'll all swing for this.

If I'm lucky,
I'll get to pull the rope.

Poor Luke.

Decent fella never
done no harm to no one.

'Stella! Stella, come in here!'

Oh, it's started again.
I'm bleedin' to death.

We gotta get
this bullet outta me.

What are we gonna do?

Where do you keep
that booze you made?

If you don't wanna die
you'll tell me where it is.

Alright, alright,
it's in the kitchen.

- Where in the kitchen?
- Under the pump.

- Get it.
- Huh?

We gotta get the kid drunk
before he can be operated on.

That slug's killing him.

You're slick
with your fingers, mister.

'You'd better be slicker
than ever before..'

because you've got
a very delicate job to do.

I've never done this before.
I'm not qualified.

Get on with it.

You'd better not
watch this, Stella.

Go out in the lobby.
Send Latimer in here.

We'll need some bandages.
Are you wearin' a petticoat?

Tear it into strips.

That's good.

Hurley wants you.

Bad luck ain't doing me much
good. You tryin' to kill me?

I'm getting a bullet
outta you that would kill you.

I'm not very good,
but I'm doing my best.

Give me a drink.

Give me that cup.

Here.

Take it easy.
That's high enough.

Go on, go on.

Cover that window
with something.

That wind's blowin'
right in on him.

Take that blanket.

Hold it so the wind
don't get to him.

It's lodged right behind a rib.
I'm gonna have to probe.

Go on.

That was a good job, mister.

An inch closer and it
would've been in his heart.

He's gotta lie
good and still for a while

'to help stop
that blood from flowing.'

You can put that away,
It's dug out.

What are you aiming to do?

Save you from getting
into bad trouble, mister.

You've been practicing
without a license.

That's against the law.

I'll take that gun, miss.

Give it here.

A lot of dying
has been going on here.

There's gonna be a lot more.

You're a lousy doctor.

'I'm bleeding
worse than before.'

I did all I could for you.

Wasn't good enough.

'Yeah, it's a derringer.'

He used the two shots it had.

Stella..

This fellow is an old friend
of yours. That's what he said.

He doesn't mean anything to me.

Then kill him.

But I've never... For me.

For the guy who's gonna
to trust you from now on.

Oh!

No, killing, Stella.

No murder. That's his job.

Give that story of yours
a chance.

Don't let it end in jail
or on the gallows.

Get away from her.

I'm not asking just
for my life, Stella

I'm begging for yours.

Why do you care about me?

I love you.

Ask him how much he'd love you

if this gun wasn't
pointed at him.

I lied to you, Stella.

I haven't forgotten you,
not for one moment.

Why, that night was the
biggest night of my life.

You let me talk
and you acted like you cared

for what I had to say.

I thought we had something
going for us.

I-I felt ten feet tall.

I reached out and touched you

and I remember grasping your
hand and holding on to it.

You already had my heart.

He talks pretty
to save his life.

Get him away from you, Stella.

Never mind about the way I feel.

Think about yourself.

Oh, make that story
end happily, Stella.

'I want it for you.'

'Not with me if you don't have
any feeling for me.'

But certainly not with that
slimy gun slinger.

Standing there spitting death
even while he's dying himself.

You get him away from you,
you little painted cat

'or I'll kill you both!'

Well, the rain's let up.

I don't know whether
it's all through

or just gathering strength
to start up again.

But the crick's gone.

The stage can go on through
if they get going right away.

Good.

You ain't no linen
salesmen, mister.

No, I'm not.

You're the law?

Wells Fargo is my boss.

There's $5000
on the Arapaho Kid.

I'll arrange for you to collect.

As for you, Mr. Darby...

Mr. Herring, you should've
revealed yourself earlier.

You and I have been
working together in a sense.

I took that gold from the stage
and hid it to protect it.

After all, we were here
among thieves.

You did?

I saw the whole thing.

You did?

Bright thinking.

Mr. Herring, doesn't Wells Fargo
provide some reward

for these services?

I'll mention your
thoughtfulness.

Maybe they'll
give you something.

Oh. Well, all contributions
gratefully accepted.

Well, I guess I better see
about getting the stage ready.

- Will you help me, Boone?
- Yeah, sure.

So you took the payroll gold

and put it away
for safe keeping, huh?

Well, somebody had to do it.

Since when did you turn honest?

Ah, well, I... I have these
sudden lapses.

Oh.

Maverick, I've been meaning
to congratulate you

on one of the finest
performances I've ever seen.

Including Booth Hamlet,
Macready's Richard the third.

You out did them both easily.

Performance?

When you told that baggage
you loved her

to get the gun away from her
to shoot that unruly fellow.

Oh, you were absolutely
stupendous, Maverick.

'Now, take it easy, Darby.'

I won that sock on a jaw
from you yesterday.

I was just collecting a debt.

Well, Darby always
pays his debts.

I'll get the horses ready.

Hmm.

I won't be needing this anymore.

Where're you going to, Stella?

You told me to give myself
another chance.

But you didn't tell me
how to go about it.

Thank you for caring for me...

but all the feeling I was
capable off, died last night.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I'm not going
back to the saloon.

I've got a cousin
in Dakota territory.

I'll try to find her.

I heard she had a lot of kids.
Maybe she'll take me in.

Can you picture me with kids?

Yeah, I think I can.

Maybe you're right.

I told you I took care of a
passel of little brothers

and it was kind of fun
when it wasn't hard work.

Maybe it'll be fun again.

That was just for a goodbye.

Our horses are ready.

Maverick, believe it or not,
something puzzles me.

When you hit me, were you just
collecting that bet?

Or was it because of the
impertinence of suggesting

that you might have been
play acting with that girl?

Which was it, Maverick?

Thank you.

Hope you make it.

It's crowdin' up again.

You're going, huh?

Afraid, we must.

I must like it or I wouldn't be
staying here, would I?

Yup, I like it.

My nature craves peace, quiet.

You should've left sooner.

Well, if we leave now, we still
might get across that creek.

Oh, I wouldn't if I were you.

Most of the mountains
here empty in that creek.

They sure empty fast. Creek
wasn't too low start with.

And it's gonna get
a lot higher fast.

High card?

- High card.
- You deal.

♪ Who is the tall
dark stranger there ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail
to who knows where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion ♪

♪ Gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as the handle
on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind in Oregon ♪

♪ Blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady
that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend
of the west ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady
that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend
of the west ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend
of the west ♪♪