All language subtitles for Maverick S02E03

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.