All language subtitles for Maverick S4E10 - The Maverick Line ENGLISH

This blowgun scatters quite a bit.

Pull over by the tree,
I might hit them horses.

You're not gonna kill us.

Move.

Who would want us killed?

I ain't saying that.

Now get over there
by them trees.

Uh, Sparks..

Why would anyone wanna wipe out

both the Maverick Stage Line
and the Mavericks?

Beats me.

Turn around.

A Warner
Brothers Television Production.

That's right,
you lop-eared hayburners

Go off for the new owners, huh?

Get all the big ones.

Alright, get 'em up, Dutch.

Can't you do it no other way?

This is the third one
this month.

You got any idea what these here
hats cost, Mr. Rumsey Plumb?

I wish you'd stop using my name.

Road agent don't need
a press agent.

Now come on, Dutch,
give me the express box.

Hey, what's goin' on here?

Yeah. Say,
you know this man?

Oh, this here's Rumsey Plumb.

A highwayman
and you know him socially?

Well, I ought to.

I've looked down
the barrel a that gun enough.

Who's the dudes?

Well, these are the new owners
of the line, you might say

'They're Mike
and Mavericks nephews.'

Heir to his fortune.

Give me your wallets.

Come on, get out!

Here.

Afraid there might be a little
disappointment here.

Nothin' but the echo.

We're what you might call
the Maverick poor relations.

Well, maybe you two
future financial giants

can tell me what your plans
are for this year's stage line?

Well, we haven't decided.

Uncle Micah Maverick's
bank deposits

and, and his money
is our prime concern.

We're not interested
in this rolling stock.

You mean, you ain't interested
in the Maverick line?

Where's your family pride?

Well, it's just that we're not
sure that, uh

rolling stock and rolling stones
are the ideal combination.

Now, easy, boys.

This here string-bean makes
his living off a your line.

Why, of course.

And you don't have to worry.

No sir, with
the land rush comin'

from snowflake
into this smiling valley.

Why, the stage line will be
like the Comstock Lode...

with spokes.

You'll be richer than we are..

Uh, Mr. Rumsey.

I doubt it.

'Cause when the poor people's
rich as the rich people

you know what that is.
That's kingdom come.

Ain't no hope
for that in this country.

Alright, Dutch, the box.

Stand over.

Empty.

How am I gonna send
my poor old mother snuff money?

Na, na! I know exactly what
you're gonna ask.

Why didn't your uncle Micah
hire a shotgun rider

to protect the stage.

Because he was
too cheap, that's why.

Well, let's get on to snowflake.

"To my nephews, Bret and Bart

"in order to instill
regard to commerce

"and to repair the traits of
idleness and shiftlessness

"I leave..

My stage line".

Uh, sit down, please.
There's more.

Thank you, counselor.
Just give us a copy of the will.

You're refusing
your inheritance?

A manure wagon behind three cow
buffalo

could do a better job
than that spine wrecker.

Good day, Mr. Flayger.

'Just a moment.'

You can't mean
you're not interested

in owning and operating
the Maverick stage line.

- Oh, yes, we can.
- And we do.

Well, uh, Bless my soul.

You must be the poor
departed colonel's nephews.

Uh, yes, ma'am.

Could you be tempted, gentlemen,
to-to sell his stage line?

Uh, well, if the temptation
was in the form of cash

we never fight that.

Just how sorely
are we being tempted?

Well, now, I'm not a rich woman.

But perhaps, I'll introduce
myself. I'm Polly Goodin.

How are you?
This' Bret Maverick.

Uh, Bart Maverick.

Won't you sit down, Miss Goodin?

Thank you.

'Thank you, Mr. Maverick.'

I own a ranch in the valley

through which your line
is the right of way.

Right of way?

That's the privilege of driving

your stages back and forth
across my land.

My father sold
the exclusive right

to your uncle for ten years.

At, uh, $2000 a year.

Why, Mr. Flayger, that's cheap.

Consi..

Considering the only
southern access road

through the valley
is through my ranch.

Well, excuse me, Miss Goodin.

Does that mean that we've to pay
you $2000 to stay in business?

You are the proprietors.

I hope you don't think that
we're cold captains of finance.

Underneath, we're warmly human.

But you were tempting
us, remember?

Let's keep the negotiations

on the highest level,
let's stick to money.

I want to, I..

I really do.

Uh, oh,
but I-I haven't got any money.

Good day, Miss Goodin.

Goodbye.
Nice to have met you, sir.

I can offer each of
you a thousand a month

for life without
doing a lick of work.

- Thousand dollars a month?
- For life?

Without doing any heavy lifting?

Exactly.

The valley range is being
thrown open to homesteaders.

Landrush starts
day after tomorrow.

That means the valley
will be flooded with settlers..

New business, big money.

They'll need transportation,
and I intend to supply

that need with the Goodin Stage
and Freight Lines.

I offer you 49% of the stock.

In exchange for
your right of way.

And your one
broken down stagecoach.

We accept.

You can't.

Why can't we..

Uh, they.

Because, Miss Goodin..

It was not
their uncle's purpose to make

his nephews
more idle and shiftless

than they already were.

He wanted to wing you away
from your gambling.

His will specifies
that the stage line

must be worked by you.

And cannot be sold.

As executer I must see
this condition fulfilled.

Can you show me, sir, where it
states that in this document?

Section 12, paragraph two.

Well, ahem, good day,
Misters Maverick.

Uh, just a minute,
Miss Goodin, uh..

These legal documents,
they're just made to be broken.

Not Flayger's, you outta know
when you're whipped, boys.

I do.

Hey, Bart, look at this.

Oh, that fine print?

No, just under it.

"My nephews are not to
dispose of said stage line

except for
a substantial profit."

Ah! You see?
A substantial profit.

Now, the girl
didn't even make a cash offer.

So, you'll agree
you've got to work the line.

Hey, counselor, how much
is 50 plus 50 times 24,000?

Ah, two million
four hundred thousand. Why?

Oh, because
if Bret gets a $1000 a month

and I get a $1000 a month
that adds to 24,000 a year.

And we both expect to live
at least 50 years longer.

That'll be two million
four hundred thousand dollars.

And for a,
a broken down stage line

and an over-priced right of way

I'd say that's
a pretty substantial profit.

Uh, we're going out
and finding lady bountiful.

We'll back in half hour would
you've the bill of sale made up?

- Good to see you, Mr. Flayger.
- Bye, bye.

- Bandy!
- Yes, sir.

Bandy, you copy this Maverick
Will, now, I can't read it.

Where, sir?
Uh, the fine print?

'No, no.'

- The superfine?
- 'No.'

Oh! The microscopic.

'Yes.'

"Should flood, fire, pestilence

"or other misfortune
overtake my beloved nephews

then, said stage line
shall revert to the executor."

Let me see that.

Bandy.

I saw Shotgun Sparks
in town this morning.

Yes, sir, he's hirin' out his
gun to those landrush folks.

Get him.

Tell him to bring both barrels.

I'm, uh, planning a misfortune.

Miss Goodin, the hotel clerk
says you was looking for me.

- Are you Shotgun Sparks?
- Yes, I am.

Come in.

Some meat walkin' around town
you want to get minced?

- Minced?
- Killed, blasted.

Oh! No, I don't want
any violence, Mr. Shotgun.

I can't stand
seeing people hurt.

What do you want me for?

Just wreck
the Maverick Stagecoach Line.

- Could you do that?
- I don't see why not.

My rates are the same.
Bones or splinters.

Say, $100?

I'll pay you
at my ranch tomorrow.

Yes, ma'am.

A dynamite's
my favorite for wreckin'.

I say, I took the stage out

to Short Tail Springs tomorrow.

And while the horses
are being watered

'I slip a little bomb right
under the seat there, and... '

Please, I'm not interested
in your methods.

I want you to wreck the stage,
so that it can't function

for at least a week, and be sure
that neither of those..

Nice new owners
get... minced.

Yes, ma'am. You just go
on home now and sleep easy.

They won't be able to
collect that stage with a rake.

- Gracious! Who's that?
- I don't know, I'll see you.

Oh, but no, oh, but,
wait a minute, I..

I can't be found
with a gentleman in my room.

Oh, shucks! Ma'am, everybody
in town knows I ain't no gentleman.

I'll get rid of 'em.

- Isn't this Miss Goodin's room?
- Who?

You must mean that little quail
that roosted here last night.

Nah, she just left,
gone back to the ranch.

Well, they told us
downstairs, room eight... Yeah.

Oh, her ranch
is down south somewhere

and we don't have
any saddle stock or money.

No, but we do own a stage line

and the owners
always ride on passes.

Go away!

Oh.

The Gold Dust Twins.

We're gonna make a special trip
down to Miss Goodin's ranch.

Not with me driving, you ain't.

I'm plum tuckered.

Well, get un-tuckered.

Mr. Maverick.

When I say "no", I mean no!

Oh, come on, Dutch.

No!

Uh, need a stage driver, boys?

Doin' a little eavesdroppin'.

I come over here
to buy a ticket.

I have to be headin' south.

As far as Goodin's Ranch?

Yeah, just that far.

Well, I'm an old whip.

Well, welcome aboard.

We're a little short right now.

Won't be able
to pay until tomorrow.

Oh, forget it.

I wouldn't work for the wages
your line pays anyhow.

Why don't you boys
go get some grub

and some coffee, and I'll just
hitch up them broncs.

That's fine. We'll see you
in about a half hour?

See you.

Ooh, they'd spoil our lunch.

Shotgun.

Oh, what buzzard
passed you two up?

Please, don't be abusive.

Mr. Flayger needs a job done,
for good money.

Hmm? Gun or muscle?

Gun, muscle, fire,
flood or pestilences

just so it's fatal.

I never miss with either barrel.

Bring 'em both. You're gonna
play a double-header.

Against who and who?

Those two tinhorns
you're just talkin' to.

They're new owners
of the stage line.

Well, let me see.

If I blew up the stage first,
that's one deal.

Then curl the boys up,
that's another.

Two separate business operations

and no connection
in between 'em.

Yeah, that'd work.

What're you talking about?

Oh, I'm just clearing
my conscience.

It's hard to explain to a man
in your kind of work.

It's a deal, Flayger.

That'll be $200.

Half down,
half when the job's done.

Perfect.

Short Tail Springs.

Everybody out for lunch.

Ah!

Oh!

Hey, how many cricks
did we cross?

I got 'em all in my back.

Well, we can't complain.

It's softer than the ride
old Dutch Wilcox gave us.

You earned a good lunch, Sparks.

Well, thank you, Mr. Maverick,
I could sure use it.

Well, we have some cold steak,
apple pie and cheese.

And, uh, some bottles of beer.

All the things
you boys like best, huh?

Yeah, why?

When I take men for a ride

I like to see them eat
a hearty meal.

Uh, over there,
we'll make a fire for coffee

and we'll all have
a real nice time.

Now, you boys build a fire

and stretch out
nice and comfortable.

I gotta go water them horses.

Does it occur to you
that Mr. Sparks

is tryin' awful hard to please?

What do you mean?

I don't know,
it's just something

in the tone of his voice.

You mean like the... the friendly
sound of a slicker

tryin' to slip the hook
into a sucker?

You smell somethin'?

Yeah. Yeah,
smells like... burning.

Like sparks from burning powder.

Sparks!

Hey, that's gun smoke, isn't it?

Well, it smells
like gun smoke, alright.

'Take your hands off your ears.'

'Why?'

So you can put 'em up.

Way up. Away from them guns.

Why, you're not afraid
we'll shoot you?

Huh, not anymore, I ain't, no.

Well, Sparks, in a big
corporation like ours..

There's always bound to..

Be misunderstandings.

Eh, tycoons don't shoot each
other, they just go to lunch.

Let's eat.

Sure, we're not vindictive,
we just like to find out

why you tried to
torpedo our flagship.

None of your business.

Oh, but it is. It's the only
business we got.

Look, this blowgun
scatters quite a bit.

Move over by that tree,
I might hit them horses.

You're not gonna kill us?

Move!

Who'd want us killed?

I ain't sayin'. Now get over
there by them trees.

Uh, Sparks, why would anyone
want to wipe out

both the Maverick Stage Line
and the Mavericks?

Beats me.

Turn around.

Better do what he says, you know
what this looks like, don't you?

The end of the line.

Scratch a cloud, Shotgun.

Rumsey Plumb?

Take your hat off
when you're talkin' to me.

'Rumsey!'

Sure pleased to see you, Rumsey.

Yes, siree. Why, Sparks
here was just about ready

to spread us
all over the springs.

Well, it's business,
you understand, Rumsey.

I'm not so sure I do know.

What was that bomb
just went off?

I was gettin' my nap.

- Near killed me.
- Well, he threw it.

Y-yeah,
but he planted in the stage.

He was gonna
blow it to splinters.

You was fixin'
to blow up the coach, Shotgun?

It's in my contract.

That's the only stage
that runs through this valley.

Where would I be?

I don't know, Rumsey,
never thought about that.

Time you start thinkin' about
somebody else beside yourself.

I'd be out of business,
that's where.

So would we.

Oh, you'd eat.

You'd gamble or somethin' fancy.

I don't know no other trade.

I'd be penniless.

No prospects... starvin'.

Say, Rumsey.

The boys got some beer and
vittles over there in the box.

Why don't we have lunch?
We can iron this thing out.

I'll eat, but not with you.

Pick up that crowd killer.

Oh, Rumsey, I can't
operate without that gun

anymore than you can operate
without a stage line.

Break it, take out the shells
and give it back to him.

Now, you get on that horse
and teach it to run

or I'll tack lead all over you.

Well, we can't thank
you enough, Rumsey.

Ain't hard to thank me.

Just make sure you have that
dust shipment on the run north.

Ha!

Oh! Oh, Mr. Shotgun.

Oh, you're ahead of schedule.

You, you destroyed the stage and
come for your money, come in.

Well, I-I'm afraid it ain't
quite destroyed yet, ma'am.

Why not for heaven's sakes?

Well, I ran into
a little trouble.

I'll do it
as soon as the Mavericks

pull them here with the stage.

The Mavericks are
bringing the stage here?

Yes, and they're
a little ways behind me.

Here's what I'd do. I got plenty
of dynamite and a time...

You can't blow up
the stage in my front yard.

- I don't plan to.
- Oh.

It'll get blowed up two hours
after they leave, headin' south.

Isn't that the stage,
through the trees?

Take your horse around the house
before they see you!

Yes, ma'am.

Woah!

Now, let's hear that
note of kindliness

in your voice, soften up
the ranch's daughter.

'Woah! You fire tail cyclone!'

Oh! Calamity Maverick,
mule skinner.

Yeah, skin's about
the only thing

that holding them together.

Oh! The Maverick boys.
Well, I declare.

Yes, ma'am, and, uh, so do we.

To what do I owe
the honor of this visit?

Well, to sum it up quickly,
I'd say $1000 a month for life.

Well, Atherton Flayger
said you couldn't sell it.

Well, Barrister Flayger reckoned
without the small print, ma'am.

Uncle Micah's will states

that we can sell
if we can show a profit.

And selling those
plough pullers for..

The bow in your hair
constitutes a profit.

Well, let's go to town
and make the deal legal.

Wonderful!

Oh, now I wanna be sure
I have this straight.

By town you mean Snowflake.

And we're heading
north, not south.

Yes, ma'am, right back
to Snowflake. Why?

Uh, well, I... understand
there might be

little difficulty
in the south road.

'We certainly don't
want that now.'

'The sale is settled.'

Come in, boys, have some coffee

while I slip into something
for, uh, stage riding.

Like a suit of armor?

Uh, you are
the mule skinner, remember?

Uh, Bret, uh, drive carefully.

Hyah!

'Oh. Ah.'

Ho! Ho-ho!

Urgh, driver, do you
have to hit just the bumps

that throw me
on your brother's lap?

Why don't you ride up
here with me, ma'am?

I believe I should.

Urgh! How much farther
have we got?

'Oh! Just a couple of hours.'

Let's see... it's almost,
uh, 5 o'clock.

Mr. Maverick, look.

Rumsey Plumb?

Alright, just keep
your hands off your guns, boys

and handover that dust.

Dust?

You must be confused, Rumsey,
we just left you at lunch.

It's right on 5 o'clock.

You've had time to go
back there at good speed

pick up that dust
and get back here.

But we stopped at
Miss Goodin's ranch.

Oh! Excuse me, Polly.

As the new owner
I'd like to present

one of the greatest boosters
of the Maverick Line.

Mr. Rumsey Plumb.

Pleased, ma'am, but I ain't got
time for socializin' right now.

Now, hand down the box.

Hey, that's pretty heavy
for an empty box.

I can't be fooled, son. I can
smell 'em when they're loaded

and when they ain't.

Hand it down.

Now, haze that stage outta here.

Hah, instant service,
that's our motto.

So, long, Rumsey,
have a good year.

Get in.

Hyah! Giddy-up!

On, Dasher. On Prancer.

On Donner and Blitzen.

Ho! Whoa! Whoa!

Oh!

Oh!

- Rumsey, are you alive?
- I don't know yet.

Oh! Poor man's bleeding.

Just a small one, ma'am.

Don't dirty your pretty hands,
I'm alright.

Oh!

Oh! Poor thing.
Put him in the coach.

We can't take him back
to Snowflake.

They'd give you 50 years.

We can't leave him here to die.

No, we sure can't.

You know, this is twice today
he saved our lives.

Somebody put that bomb in
there to blow us to the moon.

A riding splinters
of your stagecoach.

Oh, my goodness!
Ahh, that horrid Shotgun Sparks.

Do you know, Mr. Sparks?

Know him? I hired him.

Well, he'll never get that $100.

You hired him to kill us?

No, I hired him..

I hired him not to kill you.

That was the condition
of the deal.

Yeah, somewhere
in the fine print.

Oh, no.
Oh, believe me, gentlemen.

I can explain to the one
who drives me into town.

The one?

Well, you still want to sell
your stage line, don't you?

More than ever.

Well, we can't leave
him here to die alone.

One of you stay with him,
the other come with me.

Which one of us would, uh,
you prefer to go with you?

Oh.

Now, you look
a little more responsible.

Well, yes, I am.

Poor Mr. Plum needs
you more than I do.

Mr. Bart and I'll go
straight to Mr. Flayger's

and have a bill of sale
drawn up and signed.

As soon as... poor Mr. Plum
has... gone to his reward

you can ride his horse into
town... etch your signature...

Oh, now, don't you worry, Polly,
Mr. Plumb isn't gonna die.

He's not?
Are you, are you sure?

Of course, I'm sure because
Brother Bret is a born nurse.

And there's such a lovely
moon out tonight. Shall we?

Here, Rumsey.

Here, take it easy.

You know, Maverick?

I've been shootin' the locks off
a express boxes for 20 years.

That's the first one
ever shot back at me.

Woah!

Now, if they were
wearing war bonnets

I'd know how Custer felt.

Well, it's a noisy rainbow,
Bart.

It's got a pot of gold
at the end of it.

Let's go rake in our pot.

There! That ought to do it.

We're now
in the stage line business.

"Articles of incorporation

for the
Flayger Transportation Company."

This is a touching preamble

about the dear
departed Mavericks.

Don't flatter me, Bandy,
just copy it.

And put in, uh, usual
small print, huh.

Yes, sir. And the regular
number of where as's?

Uh, no, no, cut them in half.

I've got to understand
this for myself.

Yes, who is it?

Good evening, gentlemen.

Miss Goodin and I stopped by
on an errand of money.

Polly, would you
like to sit down?

You, uh, you feelin'
alright, boy?

- Any aches or pains?
- Not a twinge, sir.

How is your brother?

Oh, he's right in the pink too.

Especially knowing
all that money

is going to start rolling
in every month.

Um, your ride,
it was uneventful?

Oh, I'd say it was rather
dull, wouldn't you?

'Oh, rather boring.'

Except for the chap
who was passing by.

Oh, of course, the chap
with the shotgun and a dynamite.

But, that's how it is
out here in the west.

Yes, it seem so.

- What can I do for you?
- Oh, the same old thing.

The stage line, remember?

My brother and I
have decided to take

Miss Goodin up on her
most profitable offer.

- I'll sue ya.
- You'll have to sue Ms. Goodin.

You see, Bret and I have decided
to take an extended tour

of the world to teach stud poker
to some of the backward nations.

So, if you'll just drop
the bill of sale, Mr. Flayger.

I can't.

I-It's impossible.

Without the contract
for the right of the way

in-in
Colonel Maverick's handwriting

and the original land map

defining the boundaries
of your ranch.

Well, I just happen
to brought them with me.

Thank you, Polly.

So, if you'll excuse us, sir,
Miss Goodin and I will enjoy

delicious dinner and return in
time to sign on the dotted line.

Goodnight.

Read these through,
backwards and forwards

see what you can find.

Yes, sir.
Perhaps we better file these

in memory of the
Flayger Transportation Company.

You want to see Mr. Flayger?

Well, I didn't come in
to see you.

Well, what do you want?

You know what I want?
You owe me a $100.

I owe you a 100?

Why you cow-country
Benedict Arnold

that's what you owe me.

How do you figure that?

I advanced you a $100
to corpus delicti the Mavericks.

That's how I figure that.

And one of them just walked into
this office not hour ago.

Who you tryin' to short chain,
Flayger?

I saw 'em Mavericks on that
stage, and I put a bomb on it.

They ain't enough splinter
to attract a woodpecker.

I know because I heard
the blast ten miles away

I saw the smoke in the sky.

And I saw Maverick!

You get that 100
back before I get the sheriff

to jail you
for breach of contract.

'Mr. Flayger.'

Mr. Flayger, I found it.

- I found what you're after.
- The loop hole?

A bigger than a loop hole, sir.
It's a gap!

Huh, uh, Shotgun,
you can keep that advance

but wait out here
in the outer office.

I'll probably meet
you before mornin'.

Where?

Here it is, sir.

You don't even need the glass.

Yeah.
Good work, Bandy.

Excellent.

Why, this old deed of her's

isn't worth kindlin'
the fire with.

Maverick!

What're you doing on the ground?

Then you did try
to blow them up? And me too!

How was I to know
you was aboard?

Sparks, you better
come along with me

and explain things
to the sheriff.

Keep your hand off that
gun, don't get fanciful.

You can't prove nothin'.

Ah! I thought I heard
familiar voices.

Uh, is the bill of sale ready,
counselor, for our signature?

I did not draw a bill of sale.

But, Mr. Flayger, why not?

Because there is
nothing to sell.

The Goodin Ranch does not exist.

At least legally
on paper where it counts.

It doesn't?
What're you talking about?

The Goodin grant.

It fails to define the
boundaries as do many old deeds.

'The court of law is to
find that might be on the moon.'

With the land public, anyone
may drive stages through there.

My land public?
With the landrush coming?

Precisely, young lady.

Your ranch is up for grabs

along with the rest
of the valley land.

Whoever gets there
first, may stake it out

and claim it.

The race starts tomorrow.

And, uh, Mr. Maverick,
your, uh, stage line, ha ha..

Up the chimney.

Bart, what will we do?

Well, whatever you do,
please do it somewhere else.

We're very busy.

Uh, come in here, Shotgun.
Come in.

Wait a minute,
I know what we'll do.

We'll hire two
of the fastest horses

tomorrow we will race for it.

- But for what?
- For your ranch.

The first one who stakes
the claim on it, owns it.

Let's go do some horse trading.

You're, uh, back on
the payrolls, Sparks.

Now, listen and listen good.

You enter that race tomorrow.

Take my through bred
and run a ride straight

to the Goodin Ranch
and stake in my name.

You got that?

- Got what? How much?
- Shhh!

Five hundred dollars.

Now, go and find a bed
and get some rest.

And, uh, Sparks.

If you have any trouble
with the Mavericks

let's not fool around
with the bomb, huh?

Just take that temperature
with the shotgun.

Bart, we've tried all over town.

There isn't
a saddle horse to be hired.

I'm a little discouraged.

Uh, we have one bet left, Polly.

Old Dutch Wilcox here.
He raises horses.

You go out to ranch
and pick him up for me.

Uh, you be, remember,
be careful of that blind side.

A-and rest him every five
minutes or he'll have a stroke.

- Howdy?
- Hello there, Dutch.

Uh, we'd like to buy
two of your best horses.

Well, I only got one left
and that's my own.

Well, as your employer, how much
would you like to sell him for?

Well, as your ex-employee,
nothing.

You see come tomorrow
and me and that horse's goin'

in a real estate business.

Bart, you got the stagecoach
horses, you still own them.

Yeah, we may have
to end up ridin' em.

You know, if Paul Revere
rode anyone of those bangtails

we'd be walking around
today in red coats.

Oh! Oh, come on!

C'mon, we gotta get in the line,
just a few seconds left.

Mr. Flayger, there they are.

He won't move!

- Well, kick him in the...
- Tummy? I don't dare.

I'm saving that
for the first steep hill.

C'mon!

You shouldn't have any trouble.

Nobody but those two know about
Goodin Ranch bein' open land.

They won't get there
before Tuesday.

- Got the stakes?
- Yeah.

Now, if anything does go wrong..

Don't worry.

We'll take care of it.

Ha ha.

Hey, is that Shotgun Sparks?

Yeah.

Runnin' like his sins
was chasin' him.

Someone is chasin' him.

The whole town's chasin' him.

Hey... it's the landrush.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, hey, that's Brother Bart.

Yeah, that Goodin girl.

Now isn't that
neighborly of 'em?

Ridin' all the way out here
to see if you buried me.

Hey, Bart!

Woah!

As if I had to tell him.

Hey, did you get
the paper signed?

No, we couldn't.
Something terrible happened.

Old man Flayger found a flaw
in Polly's ranch title.

She doesn't own the property.

Or the right of way.

Yeah, well, her ranch
is now public property.

'We're racin' out
there to stake a claim.'

If we could only
gotten a fast horse.

You could've borrowed my Nemo.
He's right over there.

Hey, give me those stakes.

Just how fast is your Nemo?

Sheriff's been
chasin' me for years.

None of 'em caught me yet.

Here you are.

Put 'em on the horse.

Look, stop the heroics,
Brother Bret.

Sparks is way ahead of you.
You can't win.

Well, at odds of two million
four hundred thousand to one.

I can't lose.

Ha! Nemo!

Hyaaa!

Gentlemen, I'd like to present
Mr. Phineas Cox.

Mr. Cox, this is Bret
and Bart Maverick.

Our new partners.

How do you do, sir?

Mr. Cox is a lawyer.

Oh! What do you doin'
way out here?

Just visiting, he's an old
friend of the family.

And I asked him to draw up
the agreement whereby..

You turn over your right of
away in exchange for 49 percent

of the profits of the
Goodin Transportation Company.

I think the papers are ready
for signatures, gentlemen.

Uh, bottom lines right, please.

He's a man of honor
and simplicity.

Oh, where can I send the checks?

Oh, uh... send them there, Polly.

New Orleans, that far away?

Oh! What a pity?

Well, I think
we better be going.

We're gonna have dinner with
Rumsey Plumb up on the ridge.

Bye, Polly.

Polly.

Uh-uh-uh, Bret boy.

- Mr. Cox.
- Pleasure.

And now that you own the
right of way, Miss Goodin..

I shall sign it over to you.

For which you receive
the sum of $10,000.

Quail?

Ho ho, this is pretty good.

No trick at all?

One shot, last me a week.

Who's that comin'?

Hmmm?

Hi!

Hi, Mr. Cox!

- Hello there!
- Hey, we're just having dinner.

- Quail.
- One of my favorite foods.

But I have to hurry on

and report to the president
of The Far Western.

My principle.

The Far Western?
What's that?

It's a transportation firm.

This is a great day, gentlemen,
with the right of way ours

The Far Western can begin
construction again.

The right of way is yours?

Yes, Miss Goodin
just sold it to me.

But we've got
a contract with her.

If she sold you the
right of way what we've got

is a fistful air.

Oh, uh, Miss Goodin sent
you boys this note.

- Thank you.
- Bye.

"Dear Bart and Bret,
try to understand

"it's a man's world
and a gal must do what she can.

With regret, Polly."

Don't let him see it.

It's liable to be
too much of a shock.

I don't have to see it.
I heard it.

A railroad coming through.

But this means the end
of the stage line.

And our income for life.

We're as broke
as you are, Rumsey.

No prospects.

A railroad.

Now, don't take it too hard.

I dreamed of this all my life.

Do you know how much gold dust

they carry
in one railroad express car?

♪ 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 ♪♪