Original subtitles

♪ Dutchman's gold ♪

♪ Oh Dutchman's gold ♪

(male narrator #1) In the Arizona Desert

stands a giant of earth and stone.

Mighty Superstition Mountain..

With its mystery and its gold.

A miner out prospecting found his fortune and his fame

found the gold in Superstition.

Just plain Dutchman was his name.

Get this old mule hay and water for you and whiskey for me.

Whiskey and poker. Ha ha ha.

[theme music]

(male narrator #2) "Maverick."

Starring Jack Kelly and Roger Moore.

Produced by Warner Bros.

[orchestral music]

A Warner Bros. Television production.

♪ Dutchman's gold ♪

♪ Dutchman's gold ♪

♪ Dutchman's yellow gold ♪♪

[theme music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Howdy, stranger. Welcome to The Blue Bell.

Well, thank you.

It's always a pleasure to patronize

a... high-class saloon.

- Are you being sarcastic? - A little.

Now where is the spacious gambling palace?

Right over there.

One poker table?

One poker table.

Very, very spacious.

I take it you're Charlotte Simmons.

Resident Manager and a half owner.

- Who are you? - Beau Maverick.

Owner of the other half.

What are you talking about?

While your former partner was vacationing in Phoenix

he and I got into a poker game. He lost.

Well, he usually does.

Why, he persuaded me to tear up his IOUs

in return for his interest in The Blue Bell.

Not a very bright move on my part, I'm thinking.

Well, actually, I think you made a good deal.

'This place is always a little slow at this time.'

But at night, you have to fight your way through the crowds.

That's sounds encouraging.

How about a drink to our future prosperity... partner?

Sounds good... partner.

Charlie.

Charlie!

(Charlie) 'I'm coming!'

I'm coming.

- Hungry? - Yes, now that you mention it.

Help yourself to whatever you want.

Thanks.

Charlie, this is Mr. Maverick.

He's taken over Lenny Burns's interest in The Blue Bell.

Howdy.

Get out the bottle of special Cointreau, Charlie.

Actually, Lenny and I made an awful lotta money in this place.

The truth is we should've even done better.

Oh?

Problem was divided ownership.

Squabble, squabble, squabble.

I guess it's always that way with partners.

You feel that a single owner running this place

without any interference from a partner could make a fortune?

Right on the button.

You have a very keen financial brain, Mr. Maverick.

- Very keen. - Well, thank you.

And as we seem to understand each other so well

I have a proposition to make to you, Miss Simmons.

Go ahead.

How would you like to buyout my interest in The Blue Bell?

Well, uh..

You see, what I had in mind was that... you buy me out.

Oh..

Well, I wouldn't deprive you of the income

from this high-class saloon and... spacious gambling palace.

In other words, you haven't believed one word I've said.

Not a syllable.

Then why did you let me go on like that?

Because you're so pretty when you're lying.

Oh.

Uh, Miss Charlotte, the, uh

the deliveryman's here with the beer

but, uh, I ain't got no money in the chill to pay him.

Well, I'm flat broke, too.

I guess that leaves it up to you... partner.

Well, partner, if, uh... this doesn't cover it

'we're in real trouble.'

'Cause that is the entire Maverick fortune.

[dramatic music]

You!

You want something, pop?

You will tell where is Livery Stable.

[scoffs]

We will?

Yeah.

[chuckling]

Okay. Keep going down the street.

'Last building on the right is the one you want.'

[grunting]

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

[laughing continues]

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How about havin' a drink with me, Charlotte?

Later on, Sandy.

Well, now, that's what you always say.

How much later on?

When you've grown up, say, in about five years.

[laughing]

Maybe I'm not as wet behind the ears as you seem to think.

Tell your kid brother to let loose of my wrist.

Oh, well, he's pretty near full grown, Charlotte.

How do you expect me to make him mind?

In a high-class saloon like this, friend

we always treat ladies with respect.

Now take your hand off Miss Simmons!

I was having a little fun is all.

So, you've had it.

Now pick up your marbles and run along, sonny.

Come on.

Who are they?

The Tripp Brothers. Vern and Sandy.

They're saddle tramps.

I must say, you cater to a choice clientele.

I'd swear I'd seen at least half these faces on wanted posters.

Well, if business gets any worse

you can always take up bounty hunting.

No thanks. I'm more the easy-going penniless type.

However, if I weren't, I might do something

about that character over there.

[guitar music]

The senor?

What's wrong with him?

You don't know who he is?

Well, around here we don't ask names.

We just call him senor and let it go with that.

He's very polite.

He's one of the few cash customers we got.

Besides, I like his music.

Well, that polite gentleman happens to be Ricardo Padilla.

Probably the most dangerous bandit ever to cross the border.

- Him? - Mm-hmm.

[guitar music]

[indistinct chattering]

[guitar music]

It doesn't bother you he's a killer?

Not as long as his cash holds out.

[indistinct chattering]

Fill it up again, Charlie.

You!

I asked you where is Livery Stable.

'Why you send me to barber shop?'

Well, we figured a shave and a haircut

wouldn't do you no harm at all, pop.

You make joke with Dutchman.

[imitating the Dutchman] Yeah. We make joke.

[laughing]

Ha ha ha. Good. Good.

Now Dutchman make joke with you.

[Tripp Brothers grunting]

[grunts]

Do something.

Alright, now. Cut it out, you two. Leave the old man alone.

Someone ask you to butt in?

[Maverick grunts]

[Vern laughing]

[groans]

[grunts]

(Sandy) 'Woah, pop, enough is enough.'

Und you?

No.

No more. Thanks.

Me and brother like a good fight, but, uh

the way I see it..

This ain't been such a good one.

So how about we have a drink instead?

Give pop whatever he wants. Put it on our tab.

No more credit for you two.

You're in the deep for nearly seven dollars already.

- Sorry, pop. - I buy drinks. For everybody.

Hold on, Charlie.

I'll have to see the color of your money first.

It's yellow, my money.

'Pure und yellow.'

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chattering]

He can have whatever he wants.

Drinks for everybody und a bottle for me.

[dramatic music]

Nuggets the size of my thumb.

See what you can do.

[music continues]

[indistinct chattering]

(Beau) Excuse me.

I'm part owner here.

Also, house dealer

in case you're interested in a game of poker.

The Dutchman is interested.

Step this way to our spacious gambling palace.

Tell me, are you by any chance the famous Dutchman?

Famous? What is this famous?

Oh, I've heard stories about you.

That you have a secret gold mine somewhere.

So?

People say every so often you

pop up in town, go on a spree until you're broke again.

People say lots of things.

Mind telling me if the stories about the gold mine are true?

Yeah, I mind. We play poker now.

I was only asking.

I don't like people to ask questions.

Bartender, more drinks for everybody.

But not for him.

Six stacks of ten alright?

Put him down for it, partner.

♪ Oh the Dutchman was a gambler ♪

♪ And the party was his fun ♪

♪ But he kept his precious secret ♪

♪ Never trusting anyone ♪

♪ Off his whisky he gave freely ♪

♪ When betting he was bold ♪

♪ Knowing mighty Superstition ♪

♪ Held lots of yellow gold ♪♪♪

I don't like you.

Can't help it if I'm lucky.

- How much do I owe the house? - Must be over a thousand.

One thousand one hundred and twenty three dollars

to be exact.

You settle for half my nuggets?

That oughta cover it. What do you say, partner?

Sure.

Can't touch the gold. There's a curse on it.

Do you think you're gonna talk us outta our legal winnings

with a Halloween story like that?

The gold is yours, but you would do well to wear gloves

until the curse is burnt out with fire.

What's he talking about?

I think he means, once the gold is melted down

the curse doesn't hold anymore. Right?

You believe his nonsense?

Of course not.

You can touch it with your bare hand if you want.

You I don't like.

[intense music]

You a coward or something?

Yes.

Well, here's one guy

that hasn't got a streak down his back.

You did a very foolish thing, my boy.

A very foolish thing.

Well, I'm alive, ain't I?

Lightning didn't strike. The roof didn't fall in on me.

Where do you want me to put it?

In the safe. I'll open it.

A moment, please.

You will remain where you are.

You are a legend, senor.

'I've heard many tales of your secret gold mine.'

So?

No doubt you have a map of where it is located.

But I've heard it's on the other side of Apache territory

in wild unmarked country.

Up here is map.

It seems unlikely that you'd keep no record of directions.

Where there are no trails, even an Indian can get lost.

The Dutchman said no map.

Ramone.

[speaking Spanish]

Now, you will proceed to draw me a map.

Don't do it, Dutchman.

Your advice is ill-timed, amigo.

Is it?

You give him the map and you're as good as dead.

'He'll kill you to make sure you never return to the mine again.'

On the other hand, if he disobeys me

'I will shoot him without any conversation.'

But on the third hand..

The Dutchman is the only one who knows where that mine is.

Kill him and you'll never find it.

You talk good sense.

I don't like you, but you talk good sense.

Put the nuggets back in the bag, senor.

And bring the bag to me.

- Gracias. - You'd better watch out.

This gold has a curse on it.

I've heard all about the Apache curse. I will respect it.

Me, I don't believe in it at all.

[dramatic music]

Tell your friends to drop their gun.

[speaking Spanish]

In English.

But they do not understand English, amigo.

[gunshots]

Ah, he was so young to die. He gave us no choice.

[grunts]

[dramatic music]

[speaking Spanish]

No map I said.

[music continues]

Fool thing to do, taking up Padilla's gang all by himself.

Fool thing he did was to touch the gold.

From that moment he was doomed.

They took all my equipment.

[instrumental music]

[clanking]

What did you do? Buy out the general store?

Just about. I'm grubstaking the Dutchman.

I thought he didn't like you.

I don't.

It's a business arrangement.

You'd better go back for the rest of the stuff, huh.

May I ask where you got the money to buy all that?

Well, as a matter of fact

I sort of charged it to the saloon's account.

Well, you go right on back and uncharge it.

Do you have any idea how much we owe already?

I went over the books this morning.

And that's exactly why I am grubstaking the Dutchman.

You see, half the gold he brings back will be mi... ours.

It oughta be enough to put The Blue Bell on its feet.

What makes you so sure that he'll come back?

What's to keep him from never showing up here again?

I don't trust him any more than you do.

That's why I'm going with him.

You're going?

So, you see, you have nothing to worry about... partner.

Well, I have one thing to worry about... partner.

How do I know you'll come back with my share?

[chuckles] You'll, uh... just have to trust me.

I don't trust anybody.

Especially winning poker players.

There's no other way.

Oh, yes, there is.

I'm going.

Apache Country is no place for a woman.

- I won't hear of it. - You just did.

- I said... - I'm going along.

And that's that... partner.

[instrumental music]

How much longer do we ride?

As long as there is light.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

- What's wrong? - A thought I just had.

Uh huh?

(Charlotte ) 'Now that we've bought him'

a horse and everything, what's to prevent him

from sneaking off in the middle of the night?

Oh, he's too smart for that.

The Dutchman has it figured that Padilla is following us.

The senor on our trail?

Are you sure?

Couldn't be more certain. Explain it to her, Dutchman.

You do it.

Alright.

Didn't it surprise you that a big-time bandit like Padilla

stooped to a saloon hold up?

Why, yes.

He even went through the Dutchman's pockets

for all his small change.

On top of that, he stole the saddlebags from his mule.

Why?

I... thought he was looking for a map.

No, he wanted to make sure the Dutchman had nothing left.

'Absolutely nothing.'

'Right?'

With the Dutchman broke, there's only one thing for him to do.

Make another trip to his secret gold mine.

'Padilla plans to follow and then take over.'

- 'It's as simple as that.' - I see.

Now, if you were as smart as the Dutchman here

and you knew that Padilla was following you

wouldn't you want two friends along just in case of attack?

I sure would.

'Especially if one of them was a good shot like me.'

And the other was a first-rate triggerman like you.

Exactly.

And that's why we're in no danger of the Dutchman

sneaking off while we're asleep.

[dramatic music]

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[dramatic music]

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Amigo.

[speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

My friend wishes to know why you tried to kill him.

Because he's the one that shot down my brother.

It's true. He did. But only in the course of business.

- Business. - Si, business.

We are bandits.

But we work hard for a profit just as any tradesman.

When Ramone shot your brother, it was not out of hatred.

'But only because it was his professional duty.'

You make it sound like a storekeeper

countin' out change.

There is a similarity.

In both cases, very little emotion is involved.

[horse snorting]

[speaking Spanish]

I told my friend to quiet the horses.

'We will continue our discussion now.'

If you're gonna kill me, why don't you get it over with?

Kill you?

Why should I destroy someone of potential value to me?

[scoffs] That would be very bad business.

I don't know what, what you mean.

Potential value.

Simply stated, it is this.

You can be of help to me in my present undertaking.

Present job, if you prefer.

I don't know what you're up to. I don't want no part of it.

Even if there are enormous profits in which you will share?

No.

Gold, amigo. Gold such as you have never dreamed of.

Gold enough for a king.

There ain't enough money in the world

to make me throw in with my brother's murderer.

Ramone shot your brother, not I.

If Ramone's presence disturbs you..

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

[horse neighing]

Listen.

[music continues]

[music continues]

Hold it.

So, you.

Any objections?

We were expecting someone else.

Oh, the senor?

He won't bother you anymore.

In fact, Senor Padilla will never bother anyone else again.

That's the senor's gun alright.

- You killed him? - Him and his friend, both.

I caught up with 'em last night.

Tried to talk me into throwin' in with him, so I..

Played along for a while.

Then, the minute his back was turned... fisch.

In the back?

Did they give my brother any kind of a chance?

Why you follow us?

Why you not turn back when you kill him?

'Cause of that.

[dramatic music]

Apaches.

Yeah, a war party.

Uh, couldn't go back to town without ridin' right into 'em.

- You had better stick with us. - No, already too many.

Use your head, Dutchman.

We may need every gun we can get.

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

- Which way, Dutchman? - Follow me.

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[whispering] Psst! Amigo.

[whispering] 'Amigo.'

Had any trouble following us?

You leave a very plain trail, amigo.

I'll follow it straight to the gold mine

and then we will take charge.

You and I, huh?

I'm worried about the Dutchman.

The way I figure, he'd have snuck off by himself long ago.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the Apaches.

Then I shall see to it that the Apaches continue to concern him.

[mule grunting]

Quick.

Drink, mule.

And then you must rest.

Another long day is coming up.

You know somethin', Dutchman?

You and that mule have been together so long

you're beginning to look like each other.

[laughing]

- What's that? - Sounded like bird.

In this country? Nein.

What then?

It's how the Indians signal each other.

With birdcalls.

[Padilla chirping]

Come, we must get back with the others.

[chirping continues]

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[swooshes]

[dramatic music]

Apaches.

Anyway, he went down fighting.

Better we move out of here quickly.

We'll ride straight for Superstition Mountain.

♪ Mighty Superstition Mountain ♪

♪ Standing high and all alone ♪

♪ Once you told your precious secret ♪

♪ And you gave your soft pure gold ♪

♪ 'Pache Indians know the story ♪

♪ And imagine there is gold ♪

♪ Many tales of the beginning ♪

♪ When you gave your yellow gold ♪♪

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

Did they discover what you were up to, amigo?

Which way did they go?

Which way?

[instrumental music]

- Who lived way out here? - A wealthy family, Paroulters.

They were here even before the Indians.

They left when the United States took over the land from Mexico.

I've heard of the Paroulters.

Don't tell me you've stumbled on the last Paroulter mine?

Did you?

You said not to tell you, so I won't.

We go now to mountain. And there's no water there.

Drink all you want and fill your canteens.

You go ahead.

You first.

Hold it, Charlotte. The animals are thirsty, too.

I think maybe the mule deserves the first drink.

Mule drink later.

- Now. - No!

Another well over there.

What's wrong?

Poison well, I think.

And he was just gonna stand there and let us drink it?

Look on the bright side.

If he's that anxious to get rid of us

it means there's no danger of Apache trouble.

[intense music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[clanking]

Come back here, Dutchman.

Vardum, vardum, var.

Yeah, you don't like me.

[sighs]

Maverick.

I've got to have a drink.

Go easy on that, Charlotte. We're pretty near empty.

How much farther?

Long time, yet.

Long, long time.

Why are we travelling in circles?

We've passed this spot before.

Maybe you better guide.

Look there. Those are the tracks we made yesterday.

'See that funny print his mule leaves?'

Yah, we go in circles.

Round and round and round we goes.

And where we stop, nobody knows.

Is good joke, yah?

What's he talking about?

Joke?

Let him talk.

There is no secret gold mine.

That is joke.

You're lying.

No, he's not.

I noticed something funny about his hands this morning.

They don't have any calluses on them.

What about it?

Did you hear of anyone working a gold mine

without getting calluses?

Well, if there's no gold mine

then where did he get the nuggets?

There was this story that some time ago

the Apaches stumbled across the lost Paroulter mine.

They cash the gold somewhere in the Superstitions.

Maybe the Dutchman's found it.

Well, he'll never lead us to it. You can bet your life on that.

Just take us around in circles until we drop.

Maybe not.

If we let him think he's fooling us, we know where he's heading.

Dutchman.

What is?

Charlotte and I have decided to go back home.

So?

We can't leave you here alone.

[chuckles]

Dutchman is not alone. Dutchman has horse.

Dutchman has mule. We go in circles, eh, mule?

It's no use, I guess.

We can't force him to go with us if he doesn't want to.

We have our own lives to think of.

Round and round and round we goes.

And where we stop, nobody knows.

[clicking tongue]

[instrumental music]

Puts on a pretty good act, doesn't he?

Now what?

We follow him.

We keep out of sight.

Goodbye, Dutchman!

- Maverick. - Hmm?

Suppose it's not an act?

Suppose, we follow him into nowhere..

Without water?

[clopping]

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[clangs]

[music continues]

What's wrong?

Where are we?

Indian burial ground. Sacred territory.

What happens if they find us here?

Don't worry, they never come here during the dry season.

Oh.

Unless their big chief happens to die.

Well, here's wishing him a long life.

Yeah.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

I'm scared, Maverick.

I ain't what you call happy myself.

[dramatic music]

[rustling]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[rustles]

[screaming] Look out!

[shouts]

Take it easy, Dutchman. We're not here to rob you.

What then?

You seem to forget I staked you. We have a deal.

Anyway, there's more nuggets in any one of these piles

than you could ever use.

Why not cut us in for a bagful apiece?

Do you swear never to try to find my cave again?

I swear.

- Und you? - I swear.

'One bag each.'

Gloves on.

Uh, how'd you find this cave?

My mule stumbled into the cave opening one time.

- Is it the Paroulter mine? - I think so.

Maybe the Apaches know where is the mine

and they bring them nuggets here.

'To the Apaches, nugget is pretty, nothing more.'

- 'They use it for decorations.' - Quiet.

I thought I heard something.

What's back there?

Another cave.

The Apaches make sacrifices there to the Thunder Gods.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[Charlotte screams]

It's Wanahini.

Chief of the Apaches.

He's dead.

[tapping]

Over there.

[dramatic music]

It's Vern Tripp.

- How did you get here? - Apaches.

They captured me.

Then they brought us here last night.

Him and me.

And they just rode away and left us here.

The Indians are frightened to stay on sacred ground overnight.

But they'll be back at sunrise

to bury Wanahini and to take a life for a life.

- Him? - Yeah, him.

You kill Wanahini?

Him and two others.

They come at me.

It'll be sunrise in an hour. We must hurry.

[grunts]

Aren't you gonna take some of the nuggets?

Might as well... I guess.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

Alright, come and get it.

- Smells good. - Where's Vern?

He's still with the mounts, I guess.

Vern!

Vern!

The gold, it is gone.

Why, that dirty double cross..

[howling]

Apaches.

I warned you they would come after their sacrifice

but you would not listen.

They got their gold back, too.

Maybe that will be enough for them.

Maybe.

[howling]

Maybe not.

Let's get back to the rocks

as if we had not noticed anything.

Mm-hmm.

[screams]

[Charlotte gasping]

Don't waste any bullets.

Is bad this..

You'll be alright.

[man screaming]

That-that sounds like Vern.

Maybe I am the lucky one.

[grunts]

[howling]

[gunshot]

Got him.

How many are still out there?

I don't know. Ten, twelve, maybe.

- Maverick. - Hmm?

Save three bullets.

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

[intense music]

[gunshots]

It's the last six.

[gunshot]

That's not coming from the Indians.

[gunshot]

It's Padilla.

Alive?

[intense music]

[gunshot]

Three left.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Look out, Padilla!

[gunshot]

Gracias, amigo!

Two.

That one was mine.

Well, use mine too on him.

[gunshot]

Missed. I'm sorry.

Don't cough. Now get him with my bullet.

[dramatic music]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[hammer clicks]

Padilla!

Senor!

We're out of ammunition.

I'm afraid I'll have to leave you, senor.

I, too, am running low.

Spare us three bullets, we don't wanna be captured.

Very well.

Be prepared to catch.

[intense music]

- Adios, amigo! - Adios!

There's three Apaches left out there.

It's only a matter of time.

[arrow whooshes]

Unless..

Aah!

[gunshots]

[Charlotte screaming]

You alright?

(The Dutchman) 'Maverick.'

'Maverick.'

Inside boot is map.

No, other boot.

It shows how to find cave.

The gold is yours now.

Why give it to me?

Because I don't like you, Maverick.

[intense music]

What did he mean by that, do you suppose?

That gold has a curse on it, gloves or no gloves.

He wanted you to be its next victim.

You're trying to talk me into giving it to you?

I wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole.

(Padilla) 'I would.'

'A while back you saved my life, amigo.'

Don't make me take yours now.

The map, please.

Gracias.

[guitar music]

[Dutchman's Gold]

♪ Now I like to dream and wonder ♪

♪ If someday you'll give again ♪

♪ A bounty of your treasure ♪

♪ To some lonely strugglin' man ♪

♪ And you in all your splendor ♪

♪ May choose me to be the one ♪

♪ To find your precious treasure ♪

♪ Shinin' yella in the sun ♪

♪ Oh, the Dutchman was a gambler ♪

♪ And a party was his fun ♪

♪ But he kept his precious secret ♪

♪ Never trustin' anyone ♪

♪ And in death he still is laughin' ♪

♪ For the grave his secret holds ♪

♪ And the mighty superstitions ♪

♪ Keep the Dutchman's yella gold ♪

♪ Yellow gold ♪

♪ Yellow gold ♪

♪ Yellow gold ♪

♪ Dutchman's ♪

♪ Yellow gold ♪♪

♪ 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 a 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 ♪♪