All language subtitles for Maverick S02E17

I'll put it to you plain, ma'am.

Me and the boys here
ain't what you'd call killers.

Killers do it just for
fun. Now, we never

killed nobody except
in the case of necessity.

But there is a heap
of law looking for us...

and we can't have anyone leaving
here who might tell them where we're at.

Afraid we'd need to
kill anybody who tried.

Oh, but we couldn't
possibly stay.

From the entertainment
capital of the world...

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Well, Mr. Maverick's in.
How about you, Mr. Maverick?

My pappy used to say:

"When you're playing poker, don't
trust anybody, not even your brother."

What he really said was
"especially your brother."

I'll see it and raise you $200.

That ain't money.

Oh, it's the same thing. It's
a certified draft for $10,000.

- Still it ain't money.
- We're not playing table stakes.

I'll accept the draft as
security. It's as good as gold.

It better be. I'm
carrying one just like it.

- You mind if I have a look at that thing?
- Please.

Don't seem to be
nothing wrong with it.

It's a certified draft for $10,000, sure
enough. It's on the Gannet Express Company.

Ha-ha-ha! The Gannet
Express Company?

What's funny about that?

How long you fellas
been sitting at this table?

- Not very long.
- Couldn't be more than five or six hours.

Well, if you'd have got up and gone
outside, say about three hours ago...

you would've known as much
as the folks out there know.

The Gannet Express
Company has gone busted.

- What?
- Wiped out.

- When?
- Word come over the telegram.

The offices are closed. No
more money's being paid out.

That's your damage.

You and your bright ideas.
Too much cash to carry around.

You said that.

You win. Congratulations.

- Simmer down, folks. Simmer down.
- What's going on over here?

It'll be a few months and
then you'll all be paid off.

- At what ratio? Two cents on the dollar?
- Well, maybe three.

Great.

My life savings
were in that company.

- How much, partner?
- Thirty-six dollars.

- I'd sell this for that right now.
- I'm gonna keep mine in memory.

Ten thousand?

- Apiece?
- Yes, ma'am.

If you'll excuse us, please, I
think my brother's gonna be sick.

If he isn't, I am.

What are you thinking?

I've still got $30.

I was thinking I
might split it with you.

Then again, I might get back in
that poker game and run it up to 1000.

- But what if you lose the 30?
- You don't get the 15.

- But if you win the 1000?
- You do get the 15.

Bret, sometimes your heart
runs away with your head.

Hello, again.

Bet you could stand
a drink about now.

My grandmother sent me this
all the way from Tennessee.

It's an old family cure for
headaches. Sour mash.

She made it with
her own little feet.

No thanks, I just had an apple.

It's a funny thing.

I have the bottle, but there
aren't any glasses in my room.

Should I complain
to the management?

I think you should.
There are two in mine.

Well, that works out nicely.

None for me, please.

You don't like sour mash?

If I wanted another bad
habit, I don't think that'd be it.

Oh.

Well that sort of leaves me
without an excuse for being here.

Did you need one?

I suppose you think I'm
forcing myself on you, and I am.

And if you think it's
because of your money, it is.

You mean you
actually prefer paupers?

Oh, you're no pauper. That
certified draft for $10,000 is...

Oh, that? Well, I'm sorry,
but that's all there was.

I know. But suppose I could tell you
how you could get your money back...

would you be grateful?

The $10,000?

There isn't that much gratitude.

Well, I'd settle for 1000, cash.

I think you're serious.

About money? Grimly.

I don't know what you have in mind, ma'am,
but you're speaking my language, greed.

Then we have a deal?

On one condition.
That I won't go to jail.

Accepted.

- Well, let's shake on it.
- I have a better way.

My name's Jessamy Longacre.

My name is Bart, Bart Maverick.

Some folks call me
Jesse. Some call me Amy.

I'll call you Jesse.

Now, how do I get my $10,000?

First you have to buy horses
and supplies for a three-day trip.

Fine. You can advance
me the cash for that.

You mean, you don't even have
enough money left to finance a trip?

Well, it's been awfully
nice talking to you.

You mean the deal's off?

I'm afraid you can't
afford it. And neither can I.

Yeah, but we
sealed it with a kiss.

That breaks the seal.

I'm really awfully sorry,
Bart, but business is business.

Good night.

Hello again. Bet you could
stand a drink about now.

My name's Jessamy Longacre.

Mine's Bret, Bret Maverick.

Some folks call me
Jesse. Some call me Amy.

I'll just call you Amy.

Now, about that 10,000.

Well, first you have to buy horses
and supplies for a three-day trip.

With what?

You mean you're just
as broke as your brother?

You mean he's another partner?

Ex-partner. He couldn't finance the
trip. It takes money to make money.

Bret, I...

Jesse, couldn't you even
wait till I borrowed the money?

From me? Forget it, I'm
just another ex-partner.

I've just got to make a deal
with someone or it'll be too late.

Then tell us. Bret and I have
no secrets from each other.

That's right. We can
find the ways and means

to finance the trip, but
where are we going?

Well, I guess it really
doesn't make any difference...

which one of you gets his
money as long as I get mine.

What's wrong with both
of us getting our money?

- Sure. That way you make twice as much.
- But it's not that simple.

The little man who runs
the Gannet Express office...

well, we're what you
might call friendly,

and it seems that
there's still one office...

at the Gannet Express Company
that doesn't know it's out of business.

- What?
- Where?

In Deadwood.

There isn't any telegraph
line between here

and there because it's
through Indian country.

So my little man is on
his way up there now

by riverboat to close
that Deadwood office.

But a man on horseback
riding very fast...

Or two men.

We could both get there
before he does, cash the drafts...

There's not enough
there for both of you.

- Not enough?
- How much is there?

Just a trifle over $11,000,
the little man said.

Oh, I see.

- Just enough to cash one draft?
- Well, it really doesn't matter.

If they had $20,000
up there, I still wouldn't

ride through Indian
country to get it.

Well, we probably couldn't
beat the riverboat there anyway.

Do you mean to say neither
one of you is going to try it?

The odds are just
a little too long.

We appreciate you thinking of us,
but we better forget the whole thing.

Yeah, I'm gonna turn in.
See in the morning, Bret.

- Sure thing, Bart.
- Good night, Jesse.

Good night's sleep will do us good.
- Yup.

- But, Bret, you don't understand...
- Good night, Amy.

I don't know. I
already got a watch.

Yeah, but well,
this one's solid gold.

It's worth lots more
than a horse and saddle.

Not to you, I reckon.

But, uh, that's a pretty nice
looking hat you got there.

Of course...

what it really needs is
that little vest to set it off.

- How do I look?
- Like a very prosperous horse trader.

Well, I must say I
did pretty well tonight.

That's the second horse and
saddle I sold in 20 minutes.

Who got the first one?

Tall dark stranger dressed
pretty much like you was.

That's how come I
already had a watch.

Going somewhere, partner?

Why, Jesse, I was just gonna
look you up to say goodbye.

But it looks like you're
going somewhere too.

I thought I'd find you here.

I could shoot you right off that
horse and nobody would blame me.

Trying to run out
on our deal like this.

But our deal still goes.

I could only afford
the one horse.

If I get my money, I'll come
right back with your share.

That won't be necessary.
I'm going with you.

- On one horse?
- On one horse.

We're never going to catch up
with Bret this way, let alone pass him.

That's what I told you
before we started. Now,

look, it's just a short
walk back into town.

I can still get the Deadwood first,
if you'll only get off and wait for me.

All right, stop here.

- Now you're being sensible.
- I think so.

- Get off.
- Get off?

- Me?
- Yes.

You wouldn't really use
that and we both know it.

Do we?

Only one of you can get there
first, Bart, and Bret's ahead.

I intend to be there and get my
share when he cashes that draft.

Now get off.

I'm really terribly sorry, Bart.

- But...
- I know, business is business.

Goodbye.

Well, that's what
it shakes down to.

Twenty-four dollars
and 50 cents apiece.

Losing two horses, getting Arthur
killed and Bergie shot up that way.

A real nice day's work,
Sundown. Twenty-four fifty.

If Arthur hadn't got killed,
I'd have killed him myself.

Start shooting before he
even got the safe open.

Nobody's blaming you, Sundown.

How we gonna get out of here? There's
four of us and only three horses left.

And don't get no idea of waiting for
me to die, because I ain't about to.

No, Bergie, reckon
you're too ornery for that.

By morning I had pushed my
horse about as far as I dared.

I had to get a fresh one
somewhere. But where?

You're right, Klutz. We sure got to
get us another horse somewhere.

Where? BRET: Howdy, gents.

Hello there. Hello.

Whoa.

Hi, how are you?
Good to see you.

Hey. Stop jumping around and waving
your hands till I get a good look at you.

How long's it gonna take you to see
I'm alone, on foot, and just about lost.

- You look to me like a road agent.
- Without a horse?

You might have your horse
stashed over there behind them trees.

Yeah, you might have a whole
passel of road agents with you.

Honest, I didn't even know this
was a road. Now, how about a lift?

All right, shifty.

Now, just hand over your gun belt real
careful and I'll give you one more chance.

One more? What was the first?

Not blowing your head off
first time I set eyes on you.

All right, climb aboard.

Let's go, Sassafras. Come on.

Any place up ahead
where I could get a horse?

Nope.

Only two places between
here and Indian country...

mine and the general store.

General store? Out here?

I didn't say the general
store, I said the general's store.

General Hoyt Bosco, retired.

He's got the last stopping
place on the way to Deadwood.

And neither one of
you's got an extra horse?

Both do.

But you said there wasn't
any place I could get one.

Yeah, that's what I said,
shifty. They ain't for sale.

Oh.

Why, Amy.

Miss Longacre to
you, Mr. Welsher.

Now, Amy, I didn't run out on
you. There wasn't any time to lose.

I could only afford
the one horse, so...

So you would've come right
back with my share, I know.

- What happened to the horse?
- I was robbed.

- By who?
- Robbers.

Well, we probably won't make it
in time riding double, but climb on.

Let me get my boot on.

Bart's probably got a
head start on us anyway.

He's behind us. I passed
him last night and he's on foot.

- Well, don't tell me they robbed him too.
- No, I did.

You sure must eat lot
of corn out at your place.

- Hogs do.
- Oh.

Well, there's a funny thing. I've been
sitting here sort of absentminded...

counting the rows of teeth on
these ears of corn. And guess what.

One bit you.

No, but three times running I picked
an ear with a even number of rows.

Ten, 12 and 14.

Well, don't that beat the Dutch.

It's really quite curious.

I'm very interested in
mathematics, you know.

Figures, parentages,
that sort of thing.

Wonder what the odds would be...

against my picking another ear with
an even number of rows. Say 50-to-1?

- Wouldn't say. Wouldn't if I could.
- Well, let's find out.

Heh-heh. Suppose you
pick the next one just for fun.

- Twelve again.
- That's incredible. Four times running.

Couldn't do it again.

What'll you bet?

Tell me something, shifty.

Does an ear of corn ever
have an odd number of rows?

Nope.

There's only one trial to Deadwood
and Bret and I were both on it...

but he was hours ahead.

My only hope was that
Jessamy had caught up with him.

She'd slow anybody down.

If we don't start making better time,
we might as well pull to the side...

and get ready to wave to
Bart as he goes galloping by.

But I told you, he's on foot.

You have more faith and a
simple manner than I have.

If there's a horse within
100 miles, Bart's on it by now.

Bret.

Do I really see
what I think I see?

- It can't be.
- But it is.

There's a sign and everything.

Who would open a
store way out here?

"General Hoyt Bosco, retired."

No sign of life. Nothing.

- That sounded like a horse.
- That was a horse around in back.

Hello, open up.

- You got customers.
- Ooh-hoo!

We're closed up
for the day, sir.

- General Bosco, CSA?
- Retired, sir.

I hope we ain't
interrupting anything, sir...

but we'd sure admire to
do some business with you.

Closed up, I said.

Try the Deadwood Mercantile
Company, only two days ride over yonder.

But sir, sir, I was
at Gettysburg.

- On which side?
- On the side of right.

- You don't look liked no Southern boy.
- He's been feeling poorly.

Oh, is that so? I reckon
you won't be satisfied

till you come in, so
come on in, come on in.

Thank you.

Now, you get down, sergeant.

And now, sir, you may
state your business briefly.

Well, general, I'll tell you.

We find ourselves with only
one horse between the two of us.

And we have to be
honest with you, sir...

we have no money and nothing
to trade. But we do have this.

We're on our way to
Deadwood now to cash it in.

So if you'll trust us with
a horse and a saddle...

we'll pay you three times what it's worth
when we come back with the money, sir.

What in tunket is it?

Well, as you can see, sir...

it's a certified draft for $10,000 drawn
on the Gannet Express Company.

Now, how could we
ever have missed that?

I had tried to keep
you all out of this.

Maybe next time you'll have the
good sense to listen to a superior officer.

Just hand over
that piece of paper.

What paper?

Oh, this? You don't want this.

- It isn't worth anything, is it?
- No.

- Ten thousand, you said.
- Well, I was lying.

Let's have it.

No, really. I was just trying to
put one over on the general...

now that we needed
a horse so bad.

Just like I figured. I can spot
a Yankee with my eyes closed.

You can see that
thing's worthless.

Looks good to me.
Like you said, certified.

Haven't you heard? The Gannet
Express Company went bankrupt.

I ain't heard no such thing. Of
course, we have been a bit out of touch.

Howdy do, ma'am?

That thing isn't worth
the paper it's printed on.

So why do you want it back?

Well, I...

No matter. I'll just
hold onto it for spell.

Ain't no hurry, none of us gonna be
leaving here for two or three days anyway.

Oh, but we couldn't
possibly stay.

Certainly not. We ought to
be running along right now.

Oh, I'm sorry folks, but
that's how it's got to be.

You see, our friend Mr. Berger, he
went and got himself shot up pretty awful.

So we're all gonna stay real put and
just wait for old Berger to get better.

We can't stay here.

Well, I'll put it to you plain,
ma'am. See, me and the boys here...

we ain't what you'd called
killers. Killers do it just for fun.

We never killed nobody,
except in the case of necessity.

But there is a heap
of law looking for us...

and we can't have anyone leaving
here who might tell them where we're at.

Afraid we'd need to
kill anybody who tried.

You'll probably kill us all
anyway before you leave.

I ain't decided that, general.

I wouldn't go putting ideas
in my head, if I was you.

Maybe you know something about
nursing a wounded man, ma'am.

We'd sure take it kindly
if you'd look after Bergie.

I wouldn't touch
him with a stick.

We ain't snakes or horny toads,
ma'am. We got feelings too.

And we think a lot of Bergie.

If he was to die, we might
take to killing just to let off steam.

I'll do what I can.

We thank you, ma'am.

Klutz.

Now, take your seat. We'll
let the general buy us a drink.

No, general, not that bottle.
The good stuff back of the bar.

When you're in my place,
sir, you'll drink what I serve.

Why, ain't you forgetting
your Southern hospitality?

I said the other bottle.

If you please, general?

Now then, no reason
we can't be sociable, huh?

I don't like just waiting around,
Sundown, even for Bergie.

You ought to be ashamed. He didn't
catch that bullet on purpose, you know.

I know, but something's
always going wrong.

Our luck's due for a
change. You watch, Klutz.

The minute we hit Deadwood, things'll
go off slicker than a greased pig.

Why, they ain't even got
a safe in Stryker's saloon.

Nothing but nice naked money
laying around just everywhere you look.

Heh. Don't hardly sound
decent, does it? Heh-heh.

Well, how is our
boy doing, ma'am?

- Well, he's sleeping.
- Good.

- Would you like a little drink?
- I'd like a little fresh air.

Well, we can find
plenty of that outside.

Of course, I'd have to go
along with you to help you look.

I thought you would.

Oh?

- Any objections, Mr. Maverick?
- No, none that I can back up.

You got a nice attitude.

Might even be a moon out
in that fresh air, who knows?

Watch the store, general.

Hi, little lady.

Just close your eyes
and breathe real deep.

No, I didn't come out here to
breathe. I've got to talk to you.

About that no-good man of yours?

Well, he's not my man.
He's my business partner.

Oh? What sort of business might that be?
- Investments.

He wasn't lying about the
Gannet Express Company...

it has gone bankrupt.

Then this piece of paper
really ain't worth $10,000?

- It is, if you know how to use it.
- Tell me how.

Not until you promise if you get
your money, you'll let Bret and me go.

And give me $1000.

My, my, you have
a head for business.

Yes, indeed.

Why not?

Nine thousand's
better than none.

Shake on it?

We can do better than that.

My name's Jessamy Longacre.

Some folks call me
Jesse. Some call me Amy.

I reckon I'll just
call you Jessamy.

Darned if that don't
call for another kiss.

No, Sundown. Not now.

- Bart.
- Jesse, we got too many partners already.

Bart, I had to do something
to get him out of here fast.

He's the leader, there are four of them.
One of them caught a bullet and holed-up.

They've been holding us
here until he's able to travel.

I think they plan to kill us when
they leave and they'll find out quick...

there's nothing to stop them
now. He died 10 minutes ago.

Hey, Sundown, Bergie's dead.

- Hello, Bret.
- Hello, Bart.

I guess you got the one inside
or you wouldn't be out here.

No, the general
did. What about him?

Finished.

So is Sundown,
his bullet got him.

Didn't get this though.

It's been a right prideful pleasure
having you all visit with me.

Do drop in again, anytime
you're in the neighborhood.

That we will, general.

- Thanks for everything.
- Not at all.

Well, let's go.

Adjust me a hand up, will you, Bret?
- Sure thing.

Bye. BOSCO: Goodbye.

Wait for me.

Bart, wait up. Something's
happened to Bret.

You think somebody
cut his saddle cinch?

- Bart.
- We'd better not wait for him.

He's liable to be quite a while, especially
if all the saddle cinches have been cut.

Wait for me.

Like it or not, we're gonna
have to give these horses a rest.

I've hardly had a chance to thank
you for practically saving my life.

We might even
have time for that.

Bart, is that a coyote?

No.

Is it an Indian?

No, it isn't an Indian either.

What is it, then?

It's Bret.

- Bret?
- Yep.

But why would he be out
there making noises like that?

He thinks I'm gonna go out to investigate
the noises, and while I'm gone...

he's gonna sneak in here, cut my saddle
cinch, and gallop off to Deadwood with you.

But that's ridiculous.

Why wouldn't he just creep in here
and pull a gun on you? That's what I'd do.

That's not the way it
works between Bret and me.

You see, Jesse, the one thing
we don't do is kill each other.

- He sounds awfully lonely out there.
- Heh-heh-heh.

You just forget about
him and let him howl.

He does a pretty
fair imitation at that.

Sounds just like an Indian
sounding like a coyote.

Bart, how can you be
so sure it's not an Indian?

Because we're not in
Indian country yet, that's how.

Not in Indian country, huh?

I still can't understand it.

What I can't understand
is why they didn't kill us.

Good morning, folks.

Seems like you two got
yourselves into a kettle of trouble.

But I'm sure if we put our heads
together, we can work something out.

- Who are you?
- Stryker's the name, ma'am.

Harvey Stryker.

You can come and go around
here anyway you please?

Oh, yeah.

Me and the Indians
does business together.

I've been trading with them
ever since the gold strike.

You see, I got a saloon over in Deadwood.
I trade them whiskey and tobacco...

for hides and articles
that they manufacture

like jewelry and
blankets and pottery.

Them Indians is mighty clever
with their hands, you know.

I've noticed that.

That's fine. You're such
good friends with them

that you can talk to him
and get us out of this?

Well, we ain't such good friends.
It's a business arrangement.

Like I say, we trade together.
That's why I'm here now, for trading.

And they figured that you might
be worth something. Now, are you?

We think so.

What I mean is, I'd have
to put out considerable

cash or merchandise
to buy you out of this.

Now, the problem is, how do
I get my money back if I do?

Do you have any assets, any
collateral, anything of value?

The ring there is
pretty, let me see that.

Oh, take it.

Pretty little thing, but that ain't
hardly enough. What else you got?

Tell me, Mr. Stryker, what happens to
us if you can't make a deal with them?

Well, let's put it this way. They just
don't like carrying a large inventory.

All right. We do have
something of value.

- It's in the lining of my hat.
- In your hat?

This?

Ten thousand dollars, certified.

- That'll make it easier.
- You won't be needing it all, will you?

We don't even think
we're worth that much.

Rest assured, I'll make
the best deal I can.

We're in no position to haggle so just
get out there and make the deal, huh?

Well, I can't make
no deal with this.

Them Indians don't
savvy a little piece of paper.

They savvy whiskey,
tobacco and guns.

What I gotta do is to
ride back to Deadwood...

cash this in and ride back
here again with some goods.

Or not ride back again at all.

Well, never mind. If we can't
leave here right now with you...

then you can just put that little piece
of paper back in my hat and forget it.

You know it's funny, but I don't
feel no compunction to do that.

This don't mean
beans to them Indians.

And it ain't gonna do you
no good to keep it here.

And it certainly ain't gonna
do me no good to leave it here.

It won't do you any
harm to leave us here.

Well, none that I can think of.

Give me back my ring.

Well, you ain't gonna
be needing it, ma'am.

- You reckon it looks too sissified?
- If we ever get out of here, Stryker...

And that don't
hardly seem likely.

Well, folks, I'm gonna bid you a fond
adieu. I'm sorry, but business is business.

Where have I heard that before?

Oh, shut up.

Hey, wait up.

There's no need
for that gun, mister.

I'll be the judge of that.
Now, what do you want of me?

Just the time of day
and a little information.

What information?

I was wondering if you'd seen
a man and a woman on the trail.

They'd be traveling pretty fast. I
thought they might've passed you.

What do you wanna know for?

Well, I'm trying to catch up with them. I
just wondered how far ahead they might be.

All right, they passed
me about an hour ago.

And like you said,
they was riding fast.

Much obliged. Looks like I'll have to
hurry. You can put away the gun now.

You just ride on past,
mister, because this gun

ain't coming off you as
long as I can see you.

And you remember, I could be
seeing you when you ain't seeing me.

I'll remember that.

By the way, you didn't
give me the time the day...

but don't bother, I
probably couldn't afford it.

Did you kill her
to get this, mister?

What did you do with them?

Nothing. They gave that so I could
buy them back from the Indians.

You'd better explain that.

The Indians got them
and they wanna trade.

I was taking that draft into Deadwood to
cash it and then go back and bail them out.

That's why you took her
ring, you expected to go back?

She wanted me to have that
for what I was doing for them.

You got about
$700 in cash in here.

That wasn't enough?
Just who are you?

My name is Stryker. I own the
Stryker Saloon in Deadwood.

I do some Indian trading too.

You don't believe it, you
ask them, they'll vouch for me.

All right, Mr. Stryker.

We'll go back and
see your Indian friends.

We'll find out just how
good a trader you are.

You're going the
rest of the way alone.

- You're gonna get them out, Stryker.
- Well, what with?

Big Indian trader
like you, a man of

integrity, your word
ought to be good enough.

It'd better be.

I'm keeping your mules and your
hides and your money and your guns.

You can have them back when you
come out with my brother and the girl.

I can see the whole village from up here.
I can see about everything that goes on.

If you're not back in a half hour,
you know what I'm gonna do?

- Attack the village?
- No.

No, I'm gonna turn tail and run.

I'll be long gone before your
Indian friends can catch up.

Somewhere between
here and Deadwood...

maybe in Deadwood
itself, I'll be waiting for you.

And I will be seeing you
when you ain't seeing me.

And I'll kill you. It's
as simple as that.

Here. I'll be back
in a half hour.

Come on.

Hyah! Hyah!

Nice work, Stryker. You see what you
can do when you really apply yourself?

Oh, Bret, how can
we ever thank you?

I'll admit, you never looked
so good to me before.

I know just how you feel, Bart. So we'll
forget how you cut those saddle cinches.

That was all in fun. I'd split
with you anyway, you know that.

Sure you would.

We may as well go the
rest of the way together.

After all, what happened here
proves we need each other.

Why, I couldn't
put it better myself.

Well, Mr. Stryker, there are
your hides and your mules.

And here's your money.

And here are your guns.

Oh, yes, your bullets.

When Bart understood how wrong he
had been, there weren't any more delays.

Once Bret realized how
his greed had slowed us up...

we made it to
Deadwood in good time.

We were ready
settle for 5000 each.

Four thousand,
five hundred each.

Ten thousand dollars apiece.

I'm terribly sorry, but we don't
have that much money on hand.

How much do you have?

We'll cash one draft
now and the other later.

I afraid we couldn't
do that either.

Actually, we only got
about $87 in our safe.

Mr. Beasley, he's
a big mining man...

he cashed a draft yesterday
and just about cleaned us out.

But don't worry, the stagecoach and
the riverboat's due in any minute now...

bringing our regular
cash delivery.

That's why we're open so late.
We're waiting for the stage to get here.

As soon as it does, we'll be
very happy to honor your drafts.

- You say it'll be here soon?
- No more than 20 minutes.

That's not very long to wait.

Why don't you have a drink
across the street at Stryker's Saloon?

And by the time you've had
it, the stage ought to be here.

- Yeah. Thank you.
- Thanks a lot.

Amy, you stay here and
watch for that stagecoach.

Bart, come with me.

What are you thinking now?

I'm thinking you're awful
lucky not to be an only child.

- Hey, Mr. Stryker.
- Stryker's out of town.

- I run this place when he ain't here.
- Oh, that's too bad.

We really wanted to see him.

It's very important.

What is it? I'll tell him
when he comes in.

- We have some information for him.
- Valuable information.

So valuable, we think he'll
be willing to pay to hear it.

A hundred dollars apiece.

What kind of information?

Well, we wouldn't wanna
say until we agreed to a price.

How can I agree to a price
when I don't know what it is?

Shall we tell him, Bart?

Yeah. He looks honest.

All right. All right. We just
got in today from Grand Dio.

We were stopping out at
General Bosco's place...

and we heard the Sundown Kid and
his gang were planning to rob this place.

- This place?
- Yes, sir.

- And that's your valuable information?
- Well, it certainly is.

To be forewarned
is to be forearmed.

Well, that information
ain't worth nothing.

Planning to rob a place and
doing it is two different things.

Well, yeah, to be sure.
But they meant to do it.

And probably tonight.

And what if they don't? I'd have paid out
$200 of Stryker's money for a bum steer.

Yeah. He's got a point there.

All right. If they don't try to rob
this place, you don't owe us a cent.

But if they do try to rob it...

we ought to be entitled to a
measly 200 for saving you thousands.

- It ain't my money, it's Stryker's.
- But it's your duty to protect it.

Why, there must be thousands
laying right out here in the open.

More than 20.

You'd better gather up this money
right now and put it in your safe.

We ain't got a safe.

There must be a safe
someplace in town.

Say, how about right across the
street, that Grannet Express Company?

- Gannet Express Company.
- Yeah.

Why should it take so long
to put money into a safe?

They probably
have to count it first.

Look.

They're stopping
right across the street.

- Amy, do something.
- Do what?

Go over there, Jesse.
Stall them. Stop them.

Why, Miss Longacre, how
did you get to Deadwood?

Oh, she's fainted. Must have
been the shock of seeing me here.

Driver, give me
a hand, will you?

Why, sure. Just hold her
in Stryker's Saloon here.

- Well, I feel better now.
- So do we.

Well, thanks, boys. If things
work out, you'll be rewarded.

We're sure of it.

Hey.

Here comes Mr. Stryker.

You can make your
deal in person now.

Mr. Stryker.

Wait till you hear.

There. There. She seems
to be coming around now.

- What two men?
- They were here a couple of minutes ago.

Don't worry, they'll be
coming back for their money.

It couldn't be a
crooked scheme...

because what could anybody gain
by having us put our money in a safe?

They weren't with her?

Will somebody else
please hold her?

I've just got to get across
the street and close that office.

- What office?
- The Gannet Office. They've gone bankrupt.

- Bankrupt?
- Yes.

You great lot, you are.

Two men, brothers,
they been here yet?

You mean the Maverick brothers.
They just cash their drafts and left.

What'd you pay them with?

Well, fortunately, your
manager just made a

very large deposit,
enough to cover both drafts.

- Both drafts?
- Ten thousand each.

- Oh!
- Is anything wrong?

So Brother Bart and I both
got our money back after all.

Just what we started
with, 10,000 apiece.

Nine thousand apiece,
and 2000 for me.

After all, business is business.