All language subtitles for Maverick S05E09 The Maverick Report ENGLISH

"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 *