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"A killer in town," huh?

Outside, Maverick. Outside!

And find out just how right you are!

I can't draw against you and you know it.

Outside.

If you had a chance with Jeanie, you think I'd print that?

Move!

I'm Dr. Holliday. I have a reservation.

Bart! My old friend. It's good to see you.

I just bet it is.

Doc, you are a low-down conniving double dealer.

Shh! Bart, quiet. These gentlemen are my...

When you left me in Dodge, you left me holdin' a bag.

Bart, she was beautiful!

Her husband was eight feet tall.

If I hadn't paid him what you owed him

he would've busted me up.

You'll get your money, chum. Don't worry about it.

Well, that's just fine. I can sure use it.

Uh, not quite yet. I need a little time to operate.

Like how much time?

That all depends on my former classmates.

I attend all conventions and reunions.

It does my heart good to see how rich and successful

my former classmates are.

Uh? Uh?

- Your key, Dr. Holliday. - Oh, thank you.

Have a boy take my bag to my room.

Yes, sir.

After a long trip, I feel in dire need of a stimulant.

Will you join me?

Oh, yes, Doc.

- Four whiskeys, please. - Doc, just have time for one.

Make that three.

Got a game going on in the casino.

- When did you arrive in town? - This morning.

Tell me, a man who builds up a practice

doesn't have time to concentrate

on the finer points of poker playing, does he?

Uh, they still play..

They still play the same undergraduate game.

But the Doc Holliday School For Happy Losers

opens any minute.

Well, it's fine.

- I see you when school is over. - Why?

Gotta pick up the $2000 you owe me.

Or take in gold inlay, a bridgework, or what have you.

Oh, incidentally, Doc

don't run out on me this time, will you?

Oh, swearing does not become you, doctor.

Thanks.

May I have a half a dozen of your best cigars, please?

What's the matter with you? Can't you see?

- Now, daddy... - Don't you "Now, daddy" me.

I'm awfully sorry about this.

'You know how it is when you have a toothache.'

It's perfectly alright. No harm done.

Oh, I do apologize, sir. I'm in rather acute pain.

I'm awfully sorry.

I'm Gary Harrison. Senator Porter's attorney.

How do you do? My name is Bart Maverick.

Your suite's ready, sir, but I haven't

been able to locate the dentist for you.

You can't find a dentist at a dental convention?

Well, I'm afraid they're having too much fun, sir.

- They don't wanna work. - They don't wanna..

You get somebody else to-to-to address them at their banquet.

I don't care how many votes they represent!

Mr. Maverick. Come along, my dear.

That was very gracious of you. My key?

- Maverick. - Hmm?

- You gonna play cards or talk? - I'll be right with you.

Well, Mr. Harrison.

You better not stand too close to him, you'll catch politics.

- How are you, Jonesy? - Save your charm, Gary.

Mr. Maverick isn't a registered voter in the State of Colorado.

Got a story for my paper?

Outside of the hotel opening up, it's been a slow week.

Oh, come now. The senator must have stolen some public utility.

Maybe just a little one?

Huh? Guess I'll have to rehash one of his earlier swindles.

Better get yourself some competent legal advice first.

Oh, I already did.

If it's the truth, it's not libel.

Oh, I have it. How's this for the perfect headline?

'Uh, Senator Porter honest all week.'

When you wanna turn a phrase and a dollar together

I'll put you on the payroll.

'The senator could use a man with a sense of humor.'

- Ah, doing what? - Goin' over his speeches.

Putting in that little common touch.

I don't think I could improve on the fantasy

of the senator being an honest man. Now that is funny.

You keeping score? How...who's ahead?

I'd say you're both even.

The game's called on account of time.

Whether you're a registered voter or not

I'll buy you a drink sometime.

- Thank you. - What about me?

You I'll just buy sometime.

Jonesy, does he take orders or give them?

He doesn't give anything. He's a politician.

Come on, Maverick, I feel lucky. Let's play some cards.

Good.

Draw.

Now, it's up to you, Jonesy.

Alright, Maverick.

Let's see what cards go with that smug look on your face.

Kings full.

Do you ever think of going into the newspaper business?

Who? Me? Never.

It's a great American dream.

Every man has a secret yearn to be a dashing

foreign correspondent jumping from war to war.

Not me, Jonesy.

That's too bad.

'Cause you're now the proud owner of "Porterville Clarion."

Circulation 4812, including mail orders.

I cannot pay my IOUs.

We better talk about this over a drink at the bar.

Gentleman, I hate to do this, but you'll have to excuse us.

All I ever asked from you, senator

is that you memorize a few speeches

shake a few hands and kiss a few babies.

Do I ever ask you for anything more?

But this newspaper, the "Clarion."

All the statements they're making about me.

- C-can't you stop them? - Don't get excited about that.

I'll take care of the "Clarion."

I'm very busy now, Ames.

Mr. Harrison, I thought you'd like to know.

The "Clarion" has just changed hands.

What? You mean Jonesy sold out? To whom?

Jonesy lost it in a poker game to man named Maverick.

Maverick.

Maverick.

Isn't-isn't that that nice young fellow

we bumped into in the hotel?

Yes. He isn't even a registered voter in this state.

I doubt if he's even interested in local politics.

If we could just buy the dye...

Buy? Did I hear someone say that lovely word?

That diamond brooch that we saw in Denver?

Uh, we were thinking about buying the "Clarion."

Hm, the town paper? Whatever for?

To mend your father's public image

before the people go to the polls.

'We could publish retractions on the Clarion's front page.'

Use it to denounce Jonesy.

- Hmm, how clever. - Where is Maverick?

The last time I saw him, he and Jonesy

were on their way to the hotel bar.

Jonesy could fill Maverick's head with a lotta wrong ideas

about me and the senator.

But he could hardly refuse to sell to a beautiful woman.

Oh, you want me to buy the "Clarion?"

Well, you should have little trouble.

Jeanie.

Oh, now don't you fret, papa.

In my day, Gary, no gentlemen

would stoop to implicating his fiance in a, in a...

It's for your own good, senator.

My dear.

Ames.

Senator.

Look...Maverick, that paper, it's my baby.

I'd kinda like a chance to buy it back.

You're already into me 15,000, Jonesy.

How can you raise that much cash?

With my kinda collateral, I can raise the dead.

Only, I'd have to contact

a couple of people in Denver to do it.

What kind of collateral do you have?

Proof of the good senator, Mr. Harrison's swindles.

'All right down in black and white.'

The way you feel about the senator

why haven't you used this before?

Hmm, guess I just like a free-swinging fight, that's all.

Beside, they don't particularly care for the opposition either.

But to save the "Clarion," I'll throw the good senator

right to the wolves.

How long will it take?

Two or three days. I'll pay you for your time.

What's the waiting time worth?

Thousand dollars?

How are you gonna pay off? Another IOU?

That much I can raise right here in town.

Alright, Jonesy, you got yourself a deal.

Good. Thanks.

Oh, I'll stop by the office and sign the papers over to you

before I leave, just in case.

You expecting an accident?

I'm the kind who carries an umbrella just to make sure

that it doesn't rain.

'I'll also notify the staff that you..'

The staff. It's a show off word meaning Molly and Sam.

They do just about everything.

Well, good luck, Jonesy.

Thanks.

Well, good morning, Miss Porter. Good morning, Miss Porter.

Why two good mornings?

Oh, just being polite. One for each face.

Mr. Maverick. I am Senator Porter's daughter.

- Hello. - May I speak to you for a bit?

Of course. Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

How would you like to make a quick profit on the "Clarion?"

How much is a quick profit?

About $2000.

I'm sorry, but the "Clarion" isn't for sale. Yet.

I'm making this offer for my father, the senator.

I'm turning down the offer for myself, Bart Maverick.

If you look me up in a week, I may change my mind.

What makes you think you'll be alive in a week?

That a threat or a question?

Haven't decided yet.

Well, as soon as you do... be sure to let me know.

We can continue this conversation then.

Sit down.

You can't walk out and leave me in a saloon.

You were not supposed to be in this saloon in the first place.

- Mr. Harrison. - Yes, Ames.

I followed Jonesy to the telegraph office.

I read the wire

he sent to Dawson's campaign headquarters in Denver.

Dawson.

It said Jonesy was leaving on the early morning train.

He requested an urgent meeting with party heads.

And he's dug up the proof behind those headlines.

He's much admitted that last night.

- This means trouble, sir. - Trouble? Could be disastrous.

If Dawson gets hold of what Jonesy has

we could all wind up in prison.

If he's made arrangements to leave the first thing tomorrow

then he's probably packing tonight

including the proof he's taking with him to Denver.

You think you can handle it?

I'll take care of things. Tonight.

- Yes? - Hello. I'm Bart Maverick.

Oh, yes, Jonesy stopped by and told us.

You're the new owner, aren't you?

Mm-hmm. Does it make any money?

Mr. Maverick, Jonesy was an idealist.

He wasn't interested in making money.

Tsk tsk tsk.

I'm a much more practical man, Miss..

- Molly. Molly Malone. - How do you do?

Jonesy said you'd probably be by to pick this up.

What is it?

Bill of sale and title to the "Clarion."

And the thousand dollars he promised you.

Ah, quite a nice little place you have...uh

I should say, I have here.

Know anything about running a newspaper?

No, but I learn fast, provided there's money in it.

Come on. I'll introduce you to Sam.

He is our printer.

Sam, Mr. Maverick. New boss.

- How do you do, sir? - How do you, Sam?

How does it work?

Well, first you lock up the type page.

Then, once you got the mat so that you get

an even impression over the whole page

you're ready to go, Mr. Maverick.

Go where?

To press.

Let me look at that, Sam.

"Senator Porter banks more than he earns."

I say to that.

Last week it was "Senator Porter has both hands in your pockets."

Personally, I like the issue that ran

"The Porter method of swindling."

What does the senator have to say about all this?

Oh, he doesn't like it. But it's the truth.

- And Jonesy can prove it. - Afternoon, Molly.

Afternoon, sheriff. You looking for Jonesy?

I heard Jonesy sold out.

Oh, are you the new owner of the "Clarion?"

Yes, sheriff. My name is Bart Maverick.

Mr. Maverick.

Bart Maverick.

That's the name I have.

It must be some mistake, sheriff. This is a summons.

No mistake. Senator Porter is suing you and the "Clarion."

'For criminal libel.'

What?

You must be a rich man, Mr. Maverick.

Understand you're being sued for a hundred thousand dollars.

If Senator Porter thinks he can scare me

all I can say is he's a..

...he's an excellent judge of character.

Afternoon, Molly.

Oh, uh, Judge Carter has set the trail date in two weeks.

'I wouldn't try to leave town, Mr. Maverick.'

- Where does Jonesy live? - Why?

He didn't have anything to do with that.

The least he could've done was warn me what to expect.

Oh, sure. All he had to do was look into his crystal ball.

All he had to do was look at his headlines.

But he can prove everything he said about the senator.

He'd better. Now where does he live?

White house, on the north road out of town.

What are you going to do?

Return his $1000, punch him in the nose

and then tell him I'll sell the "Clarion"

to the first buyer that comes along.

Jonesy.

'Jonesy.'

Jonesy.

Jonesy.

Jonesy.

Sheriff, I know that Jonesy had

Documented proof of the senator's swindles.

Whoever killed him and slugged me was looking for it.

I'd say by the looks of this room, he found it.

Burglary, I'll buy. Maybe even murder.

But I'm not stickin' my neck out on your say-so.

- I'm sorry. - You're sorry?

What about Jonesy?

I'll do everything I can for him.

I'm sure Jonesy thanks you very much, sheriff.

Maverick...you bring me some evidence.

Just one thing I can risk 20 years of my life on.

I'll walk in on the senator and Mr. Harrison

with an arrest warrant.

I'm afraid you're laboring under a misapprehension, Mr. Maverick.

The libel suit against you and the "Clarion" still stands.

We're in no way interested in buying the "Clarion."

Yes, but you see, um, Miss Porter, the senator's daughter...

She offered, was acting in the spirit of generosity.

And I seem to recall you turned her down.

Yeah.

Alright, I know when I'm licked.

I never was the crusading type.

Tell you what I'll do, I'll sell you the "Clarion"

'for exactly what Jonesy owed me.'

Well, you don't seem to have the point yet, Mr. Maverick.

We don't have to buy it, we'll get it.

'We'll get it and everything else you own.'

'Now, have I made myself clear?'

Quite.

Yes, I see your point with remarkable clarity.

Now that the proof of the senator's graft

is gonna be buried in the same grave with Jonesy.

Buried with Jo...what was that?

Oh, that's a very good show of surprise.

I bet you're wonderful in front of a jury.

No, wait, I'm serious, Mr. Maverick.

- Is Jones dead? - Very.

Incidentally, do you work this late every night

or just when you have people to get rid of?

Don't bother with him, Ames.

Mr. Maverick, you already face one libel suit.

Don't be reckless with your words

or you may end up with a jail sentence as well.

Thanks for the legal advice.

If I were you, I wouldn't send the bill just yet.

- Uh, good morning, doctor. - Uh, good morning, Bart.

- Breakfast? - No, thanks. I had mine.

I came up for something a little more substantial.

uh, say the $2000 you owe me.

I'm sorry about that, Bart.

But the boys must've been cheating.

- Oh. - I didn't make out at all.

- No winnings? - None.

But the drinks are on me. Help yourself, would you?

Well, thank you.

How did you make out?

I, uh...I won me a newspaper.

- A newspaper. - The "Clarion."

Oh, it's a great little paper. Circulation well over 4000.

What can one do with a newspaper?

- Do with it? - Hmm.

Why, Doc, the commercial possibilities are staggering.

Such as?

Oh, you could sell advertising.

Run beauty contests.

Pan people you don't like.

Tell off critics who..

...don't like the same road shows that I like.

- Mold men's minds. - Mmm?

That's where the real money is, my boy.

Manufacturing public opinion to swing elections.

Doc, you're a financial wizard.

The trouble with you is you have no imagination.

Why the printed word is much more lethal than a gun.

- Doc, you're right. Thanks. - Where are you going?

To set the wheels of commerce rolling at the "Clarion."

- Alone? - Well, I...

I hate to say this

but you're a babe in arms when it comes to high finance.

- What you need is a partner. - I do?

One who knows the intricacies of the printed word.

One firmly wedded to the highest ideals of the business world.

Getting the mostest out of the most.

- In short, you need me. - Doc, it's my paper.

Didn't I show you how to make profits outta it?

- Well, no. - Aren't we friends?

- Oh, yes, Doc... - How much did you give for it?

Well, f..

Eighteen thousand.

Here's the two thousand I owe you.

Plus 9,000.

I thought you said you didn't win anything.

- 50% interest in the paper. - Doc, I don't think...

I always wanted to be a newspaperman.

Why, I can see my own column now in a big black box.

"Hello, suckers."

Doc, you have some fabulous ideas.

We'd better go over to the "Clarion," Bart

and make this all legal.

- Alright, Doc. - My hat, please.

- Of course. - Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, Molly, Sam, I'd like you to meet

my partner and co-owner to the "Clarion," Dr. Holliday.

- How do you do, dear? - Hello.

Oh, uh, Doc, incidentally, before Sam starts to show you

around the place, you better take a look at that. Partner.

A summons. For what?

Well, Senator Porter slapped a libel suit

on the "Clarion" and its owners for $100,000.

- Now, Doc, wait. You see... - I could kill you right here.

- Oh, no, no, Doc. No, no, no... - You conniving..

Now, Doc, remember, you're the..

...double-crossing, low-down Texas gambler!

Doc, remember, you're the one who forced yourself

into this partnership. I had nothing to do with it.

Bart, how do you get yourself mixed up in these things?

Well, in this case, I inherited it.

You what-ed it?

Look.

"Senator Porter has both his in your pockets."

Who printed that?

Uh, Jonesy.

- But he was the crusading type. - Oh.

He had proof of what he printed. That's why they killed him.

Jonesy is dead, Doc.

Whatever proof he had is buried with him.

We have a newspaper and a libel suit on our hands.

And one big question. How do we beat it?

In this case, I think we'll resort to the basic

Holliday method which, of course, clearly states that

"The thing to do is whatever benefits our side."

And that is?

Hit the senator where it hurts him the most.

Through his daughter.

You'd hit Jeanie Porter?

Uh, just figuratively speaking, Molly.

Oh, and, Doc, what a figure.

She's got a face like an angel

and a heart of...pure ice.

Go on.

You're going to thoroughly compromise the young lady.

I've undertaken less pleasant duties, I can assure you.

Then, we get pictures in our possession.

It could be given to the Washington Press.

That would make a national scandal.

Which the senator could ill afford.

Ah, very clever, Bart. Very clever.

But I need some time to plan this.

How much information do you have on Jeanie?

We have a file on both of them.

Get it for me. I feel I must start my homework.

'Senator Hiram Porter.'

Nickname, Skinny.

Grover's Academy, Virginia, Military, Yale.

Big man on campus.

Football, baseball, rowing, single scull.

Married Helen Wescot. Roanoke, Virginia.

The only daughter of...uh..

I hate to see such a nice man

get mixed up with Jeanie Porter.

Uh, Doc can take care of himself, Molly.

Well, I guess I know that well enough.

When can you start, Doc?

Well, we have no time for the subtle approach.

The quickest way to meet her is to save her life.

Save her life? From what?

I'll let you know that in a minute.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Bart, this girl needs me.

I can hear someone comin'.

'Oh, Doc, you're right.'

Better mount up.

- Go, Doc! - Hiya! Hiya!

- You alright? - This is ridiculous.

I was so frightened.

Uh, it's a perfectly normal reaction, my dear.

Thank you. Oh, thank you.

Uh, it's alright.

And-and so he gave up politics.

Tell me, senator, how is the tooth?

Oh, it's painless as long as

the brandy in the cotton hold out.

Dr. Holliday, you didn't mention how you and Jeanie met.

No, I haven't.

How long did it take you to match

the material of that dress to the exact blue of your eyes?

Oh, about a week.

'I went to five different stores.'

'It was worth it.'

Dr. Holliday, how long do you plan to stay in Porterville?

That all depends on Miss Porter.

Well, you're a very plain-speaking man.

Saves time in the long run.

Ladies, shall we finish our coffee in the music room?

And leave the gentlemen to their cigars.

I can always smoke when I'm alone. May I join you ladies?

Kate, we'll have more coffee in the music room.

Uh.

Come in.

Well?

They have an excellent cook.

The wine is only second-rate.

- The cigars are magnificent. - Doc.

And the lady is beautiful.

How long do you think it'll take?

- She is also intelligent. - That can pose as a problem.

Don't let it worry you. Fortunately, I am irresistible.

You'd better have that drink.

Wouldn't want that lie to get stuck in your throat.

Ha ha ha.

I shall be irresistible to Miss Jeanie Porter.

What makes you so sure of yourself?

Research.

I know exactly what she likes. Exactly what she dislikes.

'And because I'm uninvolved emotionally..'

...it'll be easy to make her happy.

Now, my plans for the week are as follows.

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways."

"I love thee to the depth, breadth and height

"my soul can reach.

"I love thee with the breath, smiles and tears of all my life.

And if God choose, I shall love thee better after death."

It's a very nice shade. What's it gonna be?

- Scarf for you. - Mm-hmm.

Very, very impressive, senator.

We seem to have a similarity of interests.

Oh, I read an article recently.

They said, "As long as a man keeps his old college trophies

on display, he's still an adolescent at heart."

Oh, don't you believe that.

I still have a pair of crossed oars over my fireplace.

Oars?

I did a little rowing at Princeton.

- Eight man scull or six? - Single.

- Single? - Mm-hmm.

Me too.

- You were on the Yale team? - Well, thirty years ago.

Porter, thirty years ago at Yale.

Wait a minute.

There was a skinny Porter who was captain of..

Oh, no. You can't be.

Oh, yes, I can be.

Fifty pounds ago, I was skinny Porter.

And I still am underneath all this fat.

Well, senator, you know, you're a living legend.

- Oh, now, come on. - That's..

Oh, come in, Gary. Come in.

Gary rowed for Harvard.

- Princeton. - Princeton?

Have you done any racing since you left?

Oh, well, not much. How about yourself?

Whenever I go East. Of course, I'm not as good as I was.

Well, who is?

But I'd wager a $1,000 I can beat you right now.

That's a safe bet considering there's

no place to prove it out here.

Well, we have our rivers and lakes.

You have?

And a couple of racing sculls. You can have your choice.

I can?

'Of course, if a $1,000

You wouldn't wanna bet anymore than that, would you, doctor?

No, no, no.

I-I was just thinking of my amateur standings.

Well, then, Dr. Holliday, a $1,000.

We'll have it your way.

Thanks a lot.

My money will be in the bank tomorrow.

Oh, Gary.

I'd like to bet a couple of thousand

on Dr. Holliday if you'd oblige me.

Of course I will.

But, senator, since when are you a gambling man?

Uh...I have a hunch.

I, uh, wish you'd talk your father out of this bet.

After all he knows nothing about me, you know.

Oh, daddy's old enough to take care of himself.

Yes, sir, a very strong hunch.

You know when a man like you pretends to be modest.

'Look out.'

That's the biggest chaser I've ever seen.

We can't afford to be seen together.

The whole town's gonna wake up soon.

Now, what does feathering mean?

That's turning the oars so they're parallel

with the surface of the water in the recovery

thus eliminating air resistance.

Good. What does it mean...

Ah, Bart, catch a..

Getting up in the terminology

it's not, it's not gonna help me win the race.

- Alright, let's launch her. - Now?

Right now.

Now, you leave the bottle ashore.

What if swallow that water? I'll need an antidote.

In the boat, Doc. In the boat.

- Now, take it easy. - I will.

That's it, put your foot in the shoe.

You have a shoe horn?

Uh, come on, Doc, hurry up.

Uh! That's it.

Alright, Doc, up forward, up forward. Grab the oars!

The seat has a mind of it's own, Bart.

Alright. Got her?

Ha ha. Alright, there you are. That's it.

- Now, watch the.. - 'Oops, Doc.'

'Alright, you, you... get yourself balanced.'

I'm balanced.

Bart. Bart! Bart!

You're ready? No, no, no. Yeah, alright, Doc.

You just take it easy. Sit right in the center.

- You all set? - Yeah.

Alright, Doc.

Uh-oh.

Here you go.

'Uh, okay, Doc.'

'Hold it, Doc. Take it easy.'

Okay, Doc, now...stro-o-oke!

What do you bet I have one?

Come on, now, Doc, take it easy, now...stro-o-oke!

Good, good, Doc!

- Bart! - Doc! Doc!

Give me...the life preserver.

'Life preserver!'

We must've missed something somewhere.

Ha ha ha, say, Doc.

Come on, bring the boat in, Doc.

Mr. Maverick, how's your friend, Doc Holiday, doing?

Sam, he looks and sounds and moves like a champion

as long as you keep him away from the water.

It's easier to turn an expert into a dud than vice versa.

Doc had better say goodbye to that thousand.

Uh, Sam, I'm worried about a lot more than a thousand.

If Doc loses face with the senator

then we can say goodbye to our whole...plan.

'Uh.'

'Give me that glue, Sam.'

Pardon me.

Gentlemen, man your sculls!

Hold it!

Ready!

Set!

Go!

Oh, Doc.

Stroke!

'Stroke!'

'Stroke!'

Stroke, Doc!

Come on.

Come on.

Well, come on.

Alright, come on, sit a little closer to him, Molly.

Now, hold it! That's good, right there.

That's perfect.

I get myself sick at exactly 10 o'clock.

And it'll take 15 minutes for Jeanie

to get me back here so I can lie down.

You know, after tonight, those history books

aren't even gonna mention "The Missouri Compromise."

- 'Doctor Holliday.' - Yes.

'Senator Porter wants

I'll be right down.

- Senator. - Oh, doctor.

I have a surprise I wanna show you.

It's a little something I ordered from Chicago.

Uh-huh.

It's a...very nice dental office.

Very well equipped.

Uh, but, uh, what has, uh...

I've always wanted a professional man

in the family.

'You'll feel much

I hope I didn't spoil your party.

There is no party without you.

Yes, I mean it.

Doc, stop that! I thought you weren't feeling well.

- 'You shouldn't be in my room.' - 'Ho ho. Really?'

- I'll take you home right now. - Don't be silly.

It's important to me. To be alone.

Don't be angry with me, my dear.

- But why? - Because...well, be...be..

'Cause I'm in love.

You're outta your mind, Doc.

I tell you, I'm in love.

I'm in love! Me! I actually love her.

Well, I'll make a note of that, doctor.

I don't see how I can help you now.

- What? - Well, be realistic.

How can I help you uncover evidence

that'll jail my future father-in-law?

What'll happen when she finds out who you are?

She'll still love me!

She's too much of a snob to ever marry you.

Oh, shut up, Bart.

Listen to me, I've got a lotta money riding on this.

Oh, have I. So have I!

Sure, that's life. I can afford to lose the money.

You're making a fool outta yourself

over some conniving, little phonies.

- Don't. - I know what I'm talking about.

- I can prove it. - Bart!

I don't like to kill my friends, but if you say

one more word against Jeanie

'I'm gonna make an exception in your case.'

"A killer in town," huh?

Outside, Maverick.

Outside! And find out just how right you are.

I can't draw against you and you know it.

Outside.

If you had a chance with Jeanie, you think I'd print that?

Move!

Now, listen to me, Doc.

If the girl will marry you, I'll give you all my money.

Plus the "Clarion" as a wedding gift.

Now you think about it, Doc. That's not a bad deal.

Just to delay my death a little.

Not a bad deal at that.

Come on.

Come on, Molly, let's go.

That's what I was.

Now, all I want out of life is enough time

to build up a practice... and marry you.

I love you, Jeanie.

I liked you better when you were sure of yourself.

- You said you loved me. - I say a lot of things.

Maybe I do.

Well, now isn't that enough to start life on?

No, it isn't.

This publicity won't do any of us any good.

That'll all die down, Jeanie.

I like living in Washington.

Washington's fine with me.

I don't care where I set up my practice.

You can't live down a scandal in Washington.

I've always been on the grade A preferred in embassy list.

Marrying me will only get you invited

to second-rate parties. Is that it?

Doc.

Why do we have to get married?

Well, don't

How many times have you said that?

Well, I guess I've had that coming for a long time.

No, Jeanie.

You're going back to Washington.

But remember one thing.

It's impossible to repeal the law of retribution.

And one of these days it's gonna catch up with you.

I'm sorry, Doc.

Well, the sad part of this whole thing is

by the time she needs me I'll be gone.

I'll be so far gone I might not even remember her name.

But right now..

...right now, I love her.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Uh, there's such a waste of people in this world.

- I didn't hear you knock. - Oh! This tooth is killing me.

The senator has to make a speech tonight.

Can you do something to help me out?

- Aa. - Ah! That's the one.

That tooth's gonna have to come out.

Where's your regular dentist?

Oh, he's in Denver.

But can't you do something meanwhile to kill the pain?

We may as well get some use outta that

new dental office of yours downstairs.

Take him down. I'll be there soon.

Thank you, Doc.

You playin' footsie with the senator again?

All may not be lost yet.

Huh?

Be a good fella, will you? Run and fetch the sheriff.

Bring him to my new dental office.

Bring him in the back way.

- That's so Ames won't see him. - Why?

I just remembered a lecture I heard at the convention.

Doc says that the gas administered in certain amounts

has strange effects on the patient.

I just realized something.

An extra sniff of this will wipe out your problem permanently.

No, I want him alive on trial for Jonesy's death.

Well, it was a thought. I hope this stuff works.

Oh, I give you my word, if he dies, it'll be an accident.

Go on, ask more questions.

Uh, senator, uh..

Senator, how much money did you make

when you condemned those Indian lands

and bought 'em up yourself?

Oh!

I made lots of money.

But, I didn't buy any land, no.

You won't find my name of anythi..

This was all done through corporation.

Lots of corpora..

Well, what corporations, senator?

Oh, who knows?

Oh, dear, who knows?

I get a flat 15% of the profits

on everything.

Indian lands and railroads.

Oh, that Gary's a genius.

For his age, he's very smart.

Senator, did you kill Jonesy?

Me? Of course not. I liked him.

Did Gary Harrison kill Jonesy?

Only if he ever confide in me.

'Senator, do you have any idea

'Oh, sure, I've got an idea.'

'But why don't you ask Gary?'

He makes all the decisions.

Oh, my!

Now we wouldn't have trouble selling "The Clarion"

once this story gets in print.

Listen, about that..

Judge Thomas will be more than happy

to reverse the decision of the court.

As Jonesy said, it ain't liable if you can prove it.

I can't help feeling sorry for him.

Why, the last time you saw me, you was very happy, Doc.

I'm glad he didn't have anything to do with the killing.

After all...

Gentlemen.

Oh.

I might warn you that Mr. Ames is an excellent shot.

Drop your guns.

Easy.

You too, sheriff.

Now, back up against the table.

Come on, sheriff.

I'll just rewrite your story for you.

We'll all leave quietly by the back door.

I have a closed carriage waiting.

We'll take a nice peaceful sojourn into the county.

Come on, let's move.

You too, Molly.

Come on.

You too, Maverick.

Alright.

Sheriff. Take care of him please.

Sam, give me a hand, will you?

Alright, come on.

I hate to say this, but I hope it teaches 'em

never to underestimate the power of press.

Oh..

Uh, I better check it.

- How's that? - Ah, that's better.

Ha ha. Alright.

Pull that slide, Doc.

- You ready? - Yeah.

Alright, now smile.

Say "cheese!"

Oh, Doc. I hope this one turns out.

What do you suppose the moral is to all this?

I don't know.

But I do have a caption for this picture.

What's that?

'"Having lots of laughs in the Ivy League wing'

'of the Porterville Prison."'

* 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 *