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Hold it right there, mister. You can let that female go.

We ain't got no call to be killing her.

- Now get out of here. - No, Bart, no.

Listen, if there was some way I could use you, I would, but there isn't.

Now, get out!

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All right, mayor, I'll see you.

Funny, somehow I didn't count on your having that third ace.

- Had enough? - For tonight. But I'll try again tomorrow.

No, you won't.

- I beg your pardon? - We got a rule.

No gambling on Sunday. Besides, you're leaving town tonight.

I couldn't afford to do that. After all, sir, you've won $700 from me.

Surely I'll get a chance to get even.

What for? You ain't got much more than $20 left.

Less than $20.

Well, then, it don't make much sense for me to risk my 700 against your 20, does it?

- Correction, mayor. My 700. - Not no more.

Anyway, in case I was tempted, we got another rule.

No professional gamblers allowed in town on Sunday.

Tell me, how long has that rule been in effect?

Just thought of it. But most of the town council is right here.

How about it, gents? All those in favor, raise your hands.

Rule ratified.

Well, five minutes more, it'll be Sunday.

That's just about how long you've got to get out of town.

Tell me, sir, does this rule apply to all professional gamblers, or just to me?

Oh, what's fair for one is fair for all.

Any professional gamblers who ain't out of town

on Saturday by midnight is subject to jail.

And a $20 fine.

Your time is just about up.

Gentlemen.

Oh, since it is so close to Sunday...

may I propose the Bible text for tomorrow's sermon?

I was a stranger and ye took me in.

Now, what's your business, mister?

My business?

Well, I just rode into town for a friendly little game of cards, boys.

I'm sorry, Mr. Maverick, wasn't it?

You had to be penalized under a law that was made for me.

Cheer up One day, they may refer to it...

- as the Gentleman Jack Darby law. - Ha-ha-ha. Thank you, sir.

My mistake was in assuming a man is a sheep because he looks like one.

Somewhere along the way, the mayor turned into a lion.

- Yeah, but we profit by our mistakes. - True.

You profited by mine. Didn't cost you a cent.

Still, I don't want you to feel you owe me.

Well, I appreciate that.

On the other hand, it seems only fair that you advance me a small stake...

out of the money I saved you.

- It does? - Say $500?

I'll pay you out of my winnings when I get to Crescent City.

No, I'll be lucky to get into a game myself. You see, I've only got $12.

Oh.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I hope I haven't embarrassed you.

Not at all.

I shouldn't try and collect that reward if I were you, sir.

- I hadn't even thought of it. - Actually, I'm quite innocent.

Of course, I don't expect you to believe that.

Thank you.

It's all a tragic mistake. But I don't intend to let it go uncorrected.

If it takes the rest of my life I'm going to clear my good name.

Which one?

Well, shall we move along?

But in separate directions, if it's all the same to you.

Oh, and we were getting on so well.

Surely you're not gonna let a little thing like this come between us.

No. A little thing like that.

Well, I'll put it away.

If I have your word as a gentleman you'll give me no cause to regret it.

From one gentleman to another, you have it.

Well.

After you, sir.

What's the idea coming up behind a man like that?

Sorry to have startled you.

The only reason I came up behind you was...

- because your back was to the door. - Oh, well. All right, forget about it.

I'm a little jumpy, that's all. You would be too if you were in my boots.

Well, I'm not in your boots. What seems to be the trouble?

Them. That's what. The Plummers.

Alvi, Rafe, Clem, Luke, and Little Jeb.

All in town at the same time.

- The Plummers? - Yeah, one's bad enough. Two's terrible.

Three's disastrous, four is a calamity. But five!

If they're troublemakers, why don't you arrest them?

- Put them in jail. - In jail?

That's about the only place in town where it's safe.

Well, sir, you seem to be in luck.

Well, glory be, they're leaving.

Uh-oh. All but Little Jeb. Well, he's the best of the lot.

What I mean is, if we were talking about people, he'd be the worst.

But talking about Plummers, well, he ain't so bad.

Ah, what do you want?

Well, sir, I'm a little embarrassed to say.

Of course, I realize that it's my duty to tell you.

This man still wanted?

Gentleman Jack Darby.

- Do you know where he is? - Yes.

But you see, sheriff, we've become very close friends.

And frankly, my conscience is bothering me.

Now, you look here, mister.

If you know where Darby's at and you don't

tell, that's the same as aiding a fugitive.

- It is? - Yes.

- Now, where is he? - Where's the money?

The money?

You mean to tell me you'd accept money for turning in a friend?

- Yes. - Oh, I see.

Well, we don't advance no cash here.

This reward's offered by the Missouri Surety Company.

They ain't buying no pig in the poke.

They've got to send an agent here to make sure I've got the right man.

It'll maybe take, oh, two, three days before

I get an okay to pay off from the main office.

Oh. Well, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I couldn't possibly wait that long.

Now, you hold on.

Where do you think you're going?

Look, sheriff, this man is one of my closest friends.

If I didn't need the money now, I wouldn't turn him in at all.

Well, I appreciate that. But them's the laws.

Besides, think of the embarrassment, hanging

around here for days waiting for that reward.

With him staring at me out of those big, sad,

bewildered eyes. Oh, no, I couldn't do it.

- I couldn't possibly face him. - Now, wait a minute.

In a special case like this, sometimes I can make an arrangement.

Oh?

Now, for example, I could advance you half the money.

As soon as I'm sure I've got the right man.

And all you've got to do is sign over the balance of the reward to me.

Now, how about it? 500 is better than none.

- 750. - 600.

Done.

Don't you think you can bamboozle me.

Gentleman Jack has got a lady friend working here in Crescent City.

Oh, I know, that's why he was coming here.

By the way, sheriff, you know, of course...

Darby keeps all his personal papers in the lining of his boot.

Huh? Oh, yes, sure.

You'll find discharge papers from the army, the confederacy...

picture of his white-haired mother and various pictures of assorted ladies.

Good. I'll round up deputies and we'll go after him.

As soon as you tell us where he is.

Uh, first, sheriff, suppose we resolve our deal in writing.

I'll sign the reward over to you, you give me a letter that says...

you're buying Jack Darby from me for $600. Payable upon delivery.

Do you think that'd stand up in court?

I don't think it'll ever have to, sheriff.

All right, Darby, throw down your guns. You're surrounded.

Hold your fire, men. Don't take no chances.

This fella's full of more twists than a corkscrew cyclone.

- Where is he, where's Darby? - Never mind that, Darby.

That gun ain't gonna do you more good than a bent pea shooter...

if you take a notion to use it. I mean you. Drop it.

You made a mistake, gents.

I'm not Darby. My name is Maverick...

We know what you're calling yourself. Check his boots.

Hey, those aren't my boots.

"To my darling Gentleman Jack, from his Judy.

In memory of a happy summer."

My, my. She's a fine looking woman too, ain't she?

Yeah, let's see.

"With love to a natural man, Jack Darby.

Who made the long winter seem short."

Well, you're quite the heartbreaker, ain't you? Summer and winter.

I guess so.

Here's one from his poor old ma.

"To my pride and joy, John. The sunbeam that shines in a mother's heart."

It's beautiful.

- Oh, ain't you ashamed? - Of what? I don't even know the woman.

It's a pretty contemptible skunk who'd deny his own mother, Darby.

Especially when she's so fond of you. - Here's his discharge papers.

"John Darby, captain. First Kentucky Rifles."

All right, captain. Let's march. Saddle his horse.

- How do you spell your last name, Darby? - M-A-V-E-R-I-C-K.

That don't even make sense.

- She's here, sheriff. - Good. Bring her in.

Now we'll get the straight of this.

Oh, Jack. Jack, my darling.

So they finally got you. Oh, you poor, misguided, impetuous boy.

The name's Maverick, ma'am. M-A-V-E...

How's that again, honey?

Oh. Oh, of course.

Sheriff, I do declare that I have never seen this boy before in my life.

You trying to tell me this ain't Darby?

Certainly not. I don't know who he is.

Well, you changed your tune quick enough.

Oh, heavens to Betsy.

You see, darling? It's just no good.

They got you dead to rights. I am sorry if I failed you.

You did all you could.

You ain't going to be cross with me now, are you. darling?

Oh, he is too.

I know that look in his eye. Now, see what you've done! Ooh!

Informer. Turncoat. Traitor!

That's what I call positive identification.

Well, here you are. $600, cash on the barrelhead.

I'll take my piece of paper.

Somehow, I just don't feel right about taking it.

Oh, well.

Ah-ah-ah. Ha-ha-ha.

Good night, sheriff.

One of these days And it won't be long

Call my name and I'll be gone

Fair thee well Oh, honey, fair thee well

I got a man, and he's long and tall

Moves his body like a cannonball

Fair thee well Oh, honey, fair thee well

If I had wings like Norah's dove

I'd fly up the river to the man I love

Fair thee well Oh, honey, fair thee well

Thank you, gentlemen.

Hey, you ain't quitting while you're winning.

Of course I am.

- Sit down and deal. - Now see here, my friend.

If a man couldn't quit till he was losing, few would play poker.

There ain't no slick-haired, cold-footed, quick-fingered card shark...

stepping out of no game with more than $2600 of mostly my money.

Nonsense. You must learn to gamble for pleasure, never for profit.

Enjoy a game of cards for its relaxation, its pleasant associations.

Never play to win.

I don't play to lose, mister. Now suppose you just sit down and deal...

before I nail your yellow hide to the wall.

I hate to break up the game, gentlemen.

But if you would stand clear until I get out that door with my winnings.

And now, sir, if you'll just step back.

Do you think you can make that door in just three steps, mister?

Because that's all you've got. Just three steps. And I'll kill you.

That's one.

That's two.

You can still start backing up.

So can you, my friend.

No, I don't suppose you can. Not now.

Not in front of all these people.

Sad the situations we find ourselves in.

Just for the lack of common courtesy.

Now you've done it. You killed a Plummer boy.

Good riddance too. It was self-defense, pure and simple.

Make no difference when the Plummers get the story.

You'd better get out of here, pronto.

With pleasure, after I retrieve my winnings. You sir, would you pass the hat?

Uh, Cindy, would you run over to my hotel and start packing my things?

No time for that. We'll have to leave as we are.

- We? - Well, surely I'm going with you.

- Sorry. - I told the sheriff a fib for you.

When he finds he's got the wrong man in jail...

You have a point there. You will be going with me.

Here's your winnings, mister.

But if you want to spend them, you'd better grab yourself a large head start.

Thank you, sir. Do you have writing materials here?

- Sure. What for? - I'd like to leave a note for the sheriff.

Don't bother. I'll tell him it wasn't your fault.

Just the same, I feel I owe him an explanation.

All right, but you're wasting time.

What have you got to say about this?

"Sheriff, the prisoner you hold in jail as Gentleman Jack Darby...

is not Gentleman Jack Darby at all, but a man named Maverick.

The girl who identified him is a friend of Gentleman Jack Darby.

For that reason, she is with yours truly, Gentleman Jack Darby."

- Well, isn't that what I told you? - Just read the P.S.

"P.S. The $600 that you advanced to me is quite safe.

I will see that you are repaid at my earliest convenience." Sounds fair.

Now this ain't my first day in office, Darby.

This friend of yours is sorry for what he did.

This is his way of making up for it. But it won't work.

You'll stay till that agent from the surety company gets here.

That could take days. Darby's getting away.

- Aren't you going after him? - I don't have to.

In the first place, he ain't Darby.

Second place, he killed one of the Plummer boys before leaving down.

The rest of the Plummers will take care of him.

You can't let them.

You've got an investment to protect, $600.

Oh, I'm protecting my investment, all right. By hanging onto you, Darby.

Well, howdy, boys.

I was plumb sorry to hear about Little Jeb.

We just bet you were, sheriff.

Happen you'd been on the job, he wouldn't be dead no how.

So we just dropped by to tell you...

if that pink-eyed, sheep-headed, shirt-waisted killer gets away from us...

we're coming back for you, sheriff.

So now we told you.

- Is that it? - It just came over the telegraph.

- But you ain't gonna like it. - Let me see it.

Well, if that ain't the straw to bust anybody's hump.

Darby.

Take a look at this.

"The bank teller confessed to embezzlement three weeks ago.

Darby cleared, reward rescinded. Thank you for your cooperation.

Missouri Surety Company." What do you know? He was innocent.

Innocent? Now, you look here.

Between the two of you, you took $600 away from me for nothing.

- You call that innocent? - Between the two of us?

Sure. Everything is clear to me now.

He takes my $600 to play poker with, builds it up to $2600.

And then skips town.

I'm supposed to let you go, so you can catch up with him and split the profits.

Well, you're staying put until I get my $600 back.

Well, you're right about one thing, sheriff. I do want to catch up.

But about that money he won at poker, I figure I earned it.

Right here in your jail. So I'll tell you what I'll do.

If you let me go, I'll give you $600 back right now.

Oh, don't worry. I'll get it back from Darby.

You'll pay it back? With what?

I always keep a little mad money tucked in the lining of my coat, sheriff.

And I'm mad.

Say, have you got change for a $1000 bill?

- It is a $1000 bill. - Yeah.

Well, now, I think I can arrange to have that

changed at the bank in a jiffy, yes, sir.

Here. Let me unlock this door, Mr. Maverick.

Take my word, mister.

You'd be better off going just the opposite way from what he took.

Ain't nothing between here and Deadwood but three days' ride, four Plummer boys...

and 3000 unfriendly Injuns.

- Are you sure you want to go after him? - Yep, I'm sure.

Smelled that food a mile away, Maverick. And these boots of yours are killing me.

Good. That's what I've been wanting to do.

Oh, I know.

I'm afraid I owe you an apology.

- That's not all you owe me, Darby. - Oh? How's that?

$2600. That's how much you made on the time I spent in jail. I want half.

If you weren't holding a gun, I'd want all.

I'm sorry, but every penny of that money has already been promised.

Actually, I'm still $2400 short. You see, I'm trying to raise an even $5000.

Oh, but you mustn't concern yourself with that.

I'll manage to raise it somehow, once I reach Deadwood.

I thought you'd be there by now. How'd you get behind me?

Well, I lost my horse.

It seems there are four brothers who are more annoyed with me than you are.

They nearly caught up with me last night.

Had to crawl off through the brush. Had to leave my horse behind.

Now I'm afraid I'm going to have to take yours.

Tell me your secret, Darby.

How do you go through all this and stay so neat?

- You gonna kill me? - Kill you?

Well, certainly not. We're friends.

Now, can I trouble you to raise your hands?

I have to search you for concealed weapons, you know.

Of course. Help yourself.

What's this?

$400?

- You told me you only had 12. - I'm just no good, I guess. Heh.

We'll just add that to what I already owe you.

It'll just go to waste out here in the wilderness.

I can put it to good use in Deadwood.

Of course, I'll give you a strict accounting

of your profits once you get there.

Uh, think of it this way. Your money will be working for you.

Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Now, if you'll just sit down, make yourself comfortable.

By that tree over there. And clasp your hands behind it.

- You're gonna tie me up? - Well, I'll be leaving you a rifle.

- I wouldn't want you to use it on me. - That's very good of you.

I feel a lot safer standing off Indians when I'm tied to a tree.

Will you stop worrying? I'm taking care of everything.

Believe me, you'd be much safer here than you would be with me.

- Hey! - Shh.

Did you have to wear feathers?

Didn't have time to change. Had to leave Crescent City awful sudden.

You and Darby?

Yes. Now hold still and I'll cut you loose.

Is this what he meant? That he was taking care of everything?

Jack's a real gentleman.

You didn't think he'd leave you out here all

by yourself, hog-tied and helpless. Not him.

- And he left you here to protect me. - Now, doesn't that work two ways?

He told me to stick close to you, and you'd be sure to get me back to Crescent City.

- Safe and sound. - Unh.

Oh. He did, did he?

Well, it happens I'm going the other way.

After him? But you can't, not now.

It's so much closer to turn back. And it's very unsafe to go on.

Thanks for everything. But I don't think I owe you anything.

I'm not quite the gentleman that Jack is.

If you wanna tag along, I'm on my way to Deadwood.

But don't feel especially welcome.

I do declare, you're the most contemptible and disreputable man.

Ha-ha-ha. You're a bit of a mess yourself.

Oh, you carpetbagger.

Whatever possessed a man like Jack Darby to make friends with the likes of you?

Ma'am, I just don't know what I ever did to deserve it.

But how about yourself? You must be a real good friend...

being left here in Indian country.

- All alone, except for the likes of me. - How could you ever understand him?

Why, that boy's in real danger, what with them Plummers chasing after him.

When they got our horses, he simply flat-out refused to take me any further.

He was thinking of me, first and foremost.

And you think I'd let you drag me back to Crescent City?

For your own good. If you weren't such a stubborn, pig-headed mule...

It's white men with extra horses. Hey!

Shh! Don't make a sound. Them's

our horses and that's the Plummer boys.

What difference does that make? They're not looking for me.

They don't know who they're looking for. They never saw Jack Darby.

All they know is he's a gambling kind of man, like yourself.

And that he's traveling

with me. And they sure enough know who I am.

So he was counting on that too.

Oh, yes. But he was thinking that if they caught

up with us, I could tell him who you really are.

Maybe they wouldn't believe me, Jack said. At least they wouldn't kill you...

till they got us back to Crescent City to

make sure. He was willing to gamble on that.

- He was willing to gamble? - Uh-huh.

Of course it sounded lots better the way he said it.

But I've been thinking it over myself, and I think they'll kill you.

You wouldn't tell me that to keep me from getting a horse?

- Oh, what do you take me for, a fibber? - Oh, no, ma'am.

Your trouble is tripping over the truth.

Hey, over here!

Well, smarty?

Hold your fire, boys. I'm not the one you're after.

It's him, all right. I see the girl.

Let's go get him. Alvi, you work around behind him.

Clem, you move in. Luke, you and me will cover Clem.

- Jack had it all figured out, huh? - I don't blame you for being mad.

I'm beginning to lose confidence in that boy myself.

Now, look, you've gone and killed a Plummer boy yourself.

- Try talking your way out of that. - Ah, the gun's jammed.

- Looks like they left your horses behind. - Let's get them.

No, if I know the Sioux, they'll be back to get them.

Then they'll start looking for the two riders that belong to them.

I guess I know the Sioux.

We'd better start running, Cindy. Going that way.

We're gonna keep running till we drop or they catch up with us.

- Do you understand? - Yeah.

All right, now let's go, and you stay right close behind me.

Okay.

What are they saying? Do you know?

No.

It looks like one of them is getting hungry. He keeps rubbing his stomach.

I think he's trying to talk the other one into stopping for supper.

Yeah, that's what it is. They're tying up the horses.

They'll probably sleep out here too.

- Now what are they up to? - I don't know.

- But I think they're talking about girls. - Indians?

I thought all they ever did was fight and hunt.

Well, some of them hunt for girls.

Well, like I always say. East to west, folks is folks.

True. And like I always say, it takes all kinds.

Like your friend Gentleman Jack, for instance.

Him? He ain't no friend of mine. Not now.

How'd you get mixed up with him in the first place?

It's a long story.

Well, we've got time. I want them to get to sleep before I try for those horses.

Well, I never told you this, but I come from the south.

- No. - Louisiana. New Orleans.

I come from a family, one not quite poor enough to rich folks to ignore.

Just poor enough for them to look down their noses at us.

Well, sir, I come west, and I went to work in a dance saloon.

For just one reason. To make money.

- Are there other reasons? - I needed that money for something.

Picturing myself going back there in style,

and seeing all them rich folks' eyes bug out.

Their eyes would really bug out if they could see you now.

Not the same way. No, sir.

I dreamed about going to that cotillion ball all dolled up and fit to kill.

I'd be wearing a diamond tiara and a white silk dress and a lorgnette.

- You can use that? - No, indeed.

But you can give snootier looks through a lorgnette than any other way.

Looks like you've given this a lot of thought.

You bet I have.

I'll be needing a big black buggy with red wheels and four snow-white horses...

to pull me up to that door. Not two, but four.

Well, sir, I got the whole thing calculated down to the last penny.

I'll be needing just $4975 to get me to that ball.

Cindy wouldn't be short for Cinderella, would it?

- You think I'm sort of silly, don't you? - No.

Maybe I am. All the same, what I've been aiming for is an even $5000.

$5000, that's the amount that Darby wants.

- Is that the connection? - Yes.

You see, I've been working in the Silver Slip Saloon now...

for most of three years. Saving my money.

I'm still a long way from that $5000. About halfway, matter of fact.

Then Jack come along and he showed me...

how I could double that money in less than 30 days.

- Don't tell me, by giving him the money. - To invest in surefire mining stock.

Of course, he's gonna make a profit too.

But he promised to give me that money in time to go to the cotillion ball this year.

That's next month. It don't look like I'll ever make it now.

- What happened to the money? - Jack had a terrible string of bad luck.

Them smart stock brokers took him for every penny.

No matter what you think about Jack though, he's a real gentleman.

He's still working to raise that $5000, in the worst way.

- Oh, he sure is. - He feels like he owes me that money.

Not just the $2400 he took off me. The full $5000, like he promised.

If there's one thing I learned about Jack...

he will cheat you out of anything he can hold you.

Well, I reckon there's just one Gentleman Jack Darby.

No, not exactly. There are two.

- The other one's named Dandy Jim Buckley. - Who's he?

Never mind. We got enough trouble with just one of them.

Yeah. I reckon the two of us wouldn't be out here if it weren't for him.

And that's the only nice thing he ever did for me.

Say now, I guess I was wrong about you.

- I just bet you're from the south. - Texas, ma'am.

That's the right side, sure enough.

Bart, do you think we'll ever get out of here?

I don't know.

But if we do, I'll help you get to that ball one way or another.

Just in case we don't, thanks for saying so.

- You're welcome, Cindy. - I'd like to give you a proper thanks.

I'd like to give you a proper welcome.

Cindy, get out. Take the horses.

- Darby's here. - Where?

That's my horse.

- Bart, are you going to kill him? - Why should I? I like that horse.

- You know who I mean. - Well, no, Cindy, not if I can help it.

- Maybe if I talk to him. - Uh-uh.

He talked you out of $2400, remember?

He's only in to me for $1000 cash. Plus what he owed me for a night in jail.

One horse, a couple of days fighting off the Sioux and the Plummers.

No, honey, this time I'll do the talking.

Bart, he's awful slick and awful quick. You'd best be careful, hear?

Sure.

You ride on to the livery stable...

and try to unload these plugs for whatever price you can get.

I'll see you later at the hotel.

Bart. Don't be long now.

- You're taking me to that ball, remember? - That's a date.

I'll raise, uh...

two hundred.

Well, gentlemen, if I take this one I'll have my $5000 and then some.

How about it? Anybody care to place a little side bet...

that I don't walk away from this hand twice as rich as when I sat down?

I'll take the bet, Darby.

Maverick. You couldn't have turned up at a better time, partner.

What did I tell you? Your money's been at work for you.

- Why, we've doubled your investment. - We've done better than that.

Oh. Then I presume that you will be taking charge of our funds for a little while?

From now on. You see I'm representing Cindy's investment too.

- She's here? - No thanks to you.

Now play your hand out, Darby.

Well, sir, I'm afraid you'll have to pay to see my cards.

You're too sure of yourself, friend.

Oh, you're a very lucky man, Maverick.

Uh-uh, Darby. A hat full of money in the hand is worth two in the face.

I'll take it in bills.

If it'll save time, I'll be very happy to give you my personal draft.

Cash out, partner.

- You're a most distrustful man. - Yeah.

- No trouble? - No trouble at all.

Hold it right there, mister.

You can let that female go. We ain't got no call to be killing her.

- Now, get out of here. - No, Bart, no.

Listen, if there was some way I could use you, I would, but there isn't.

Get out of here!

Hey!

I wouldn't intrude on your fight for the world,

Maverick. But these gentlemen are after me.

Thanks all the same, Darby. But I killed one of them too.

Jack! Jack, darling! Jack!

Jack! Jack, darling, don't die.

Don't die, sweetheart.

Maverick. I always pay my debts.

- That's why they call me Gentleman Jack. - Get a doctor, quick.

- Where can I get a doctor? - Just around the corner.

- Where is he? Where are they? - Riding that way. Double.

- But don't worry, he don't need no doctor. - Yeah, but he will.

Where can I buy a horse? Uh...

I mean, who'll lend me a horse?

- It's all spent. - So I see.

- Don't you worry, I'll get it back again. - So will I.