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Hey, clerk, somebody get married?

Married? Billy Young's gang just robbed the bank.

Maverick.

Starring James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Bros.

From the entertainment capital of the world...

produced for television by Warner Bros.

Please, don't say anything.

Thank you, you've been very kind.

I do owe you an explanation, don't I?

No.

Uh, but it's nice to know you have one.

You see...

Would you be interested in earning some money?

Not as a rule, but I was a depositor in the bank...

that was robbed last night. What is you want done?

You can't see them now, but they... Ugh.

Those two men.

They're wanted for murder in Santa Fe, I live there.

They may have seen me and they know I'd recognize them.

What you want is a sheriff. You can get one for nothing.

No, I can't.

He and his deputies and half the men in town are looking for the Billy Young gang.

I want those two men held until the sheriff gets back.

I'll pay you $300.

Sold. Can I have it in large bills?

- I'm a businesswoman, Mr...? - Maverick.

Mr. Maverick.

I never pay for anything until it's delivered.

I have to trust you, I don't even know if they are wanted.

Look in the sheriff's office, there's sure to be a poster on them.

Their names are Mills and Asher.

A hundred dollars now and the rest later.

Three hundred, when you deliver them to the sheriff.

Well, there may be a reward too. The posters will say.

Oh, you ought to follow them.

I have to stop by the sheriff's office first, remember?

Well, then hurry.

Shouldn't you wait here for a while?

I have some important business that can't wait.

Maybe you were right about waiting, you go on ahead.

Where will I find you?

When the posse gets back, I'll meet you in the sheriff's office.

My name is Alice Appleton.

Hope I haven't kept you waiting, sneaked out for a bite.

Oh, no, I just came in for a moment to rest.

Thank you.

You and me are gonna be in trouble, now that's what's gonna happen.

Let's us get of town tonight.

- Is that the only tune you know? - It's the best one I know.

Ah, good evening, Mr. Asher, Mr. Mills.

Now, who are you?

I am a conscientious citizen.

Say, what is this?

Oh, this is a citizen's arrest, naturally.

Open your coats.

Drop the gun belts.

You got a badge or a warrant?

When the sheriff gets back, I'm gonna let you talk to him.

He's got badges, warrants, posters, everything.

Now, what do you want with us?

I want you to help tie each other up.

- Whatever you think you're doing... - Sam, shut up.

Haven't you got it yet?

We've been took again.

- We just ain't in her class. - Huh?

Abigail.

She put him up to this.

She's probably working a con somewhere...

and needed us out of the way for a while.

Am I right, mister?

- Abigail? - Abigail Allen.

- What name did she give you? - That's it. It was her.

What kind of story did she hand you?

What kind of story have you boys got?

- Oh, it won't be near as good as hers. - She stole $2000 from us.

We was trying to cheat her out of a...

What you mean, "cheat"?

We gave her 2000 in cash, didn't we?

Oh, we thought the mining claim was worth 20,000.

Nicest job of selling a salted mine I ever saw.

You boys got a real good story.

Well, it's the truth.

- We followed her here to Yellow River. - I was about to talk him into giving up.

You could've saved the three of us a lot of a trouble.

Gentleman, I've got a feeling I ought to believe you.

See, I've got an Abigail Allen in my life too.

Her name's Samantha.

But we're still gonna wait for the sheriff to get back.

Don't think you're gonna get away with an apology.

- I'm gonna have the law... - Sam, shut up.

- Any sign of Abigail? - No.

I'm gonna let you untie him, I'm afraid to.

- You ought to be. - Oh, now take it easy, Sam.

She took us in too, you can't blame him. - Thanks.

I'm gonna go looking for her. She owes me $300.

- You wanna come along? - Oh, not me.

I ain't smart enough to fight her.

And neither are you.

We got a store to run.

Mister, if you find her...

give her a kiss for me.

Miss Allen?

Excuse me, ma'am, but hadn't we ought to bed the herd down for the night?

You have to leave that up to Mr. Grimes, Davie.

Or don't you think so?

Fifteen hundred I put in this drive wasn't all mine.

I borrowed half of it, so I just can't ignore what might happen.

What might happen?

The Shale River is only 10 miles ahead.

The cattle get the scent, they're gonna make a beeline for it.

- Well? - Sun's almost down, ma'am.

They start stampeding now, we could lose half the herd.

How much farther to the Shale River, Fred?

- Why? - Just curious.

Maybe 12 miles.

With a little wind, isn't that near enough for the cattle to smell it?

Maybe.

Why do you ask?

Those cattle are thirsty.

If they smell water, mightn't they stampede?

Ride up and start turning them.

She didn't think of this all by herself now, did she, little fellow?

- No. - The point is, why didn't you?

Well, I'll be honest with you, Abby, I didn't think of it.

But it won't happen again.

Maybe you think you ought to be boss in this drive.

I've been on a drive, that makes me smart enough to know I can't boss one.

Come on, ho, ho.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Fred.

Hello, Miss Appleton.

Hello, Mr. Maverick.

Where did you come from?

Right where you left me, Abby.

We do have some things to talk over, don't we?

Yes.

Will you please excuse us for a minute?

Where are those two men?

When last seen, they were headed for Santa Fe.

Where they are wanted for murder.

I do owe you an explanation, don't I?

You just owe me $300.

I can't afford another explanation.

But I don't have the money.

Every dime I own is in the cattle.

You must have had a lot of dimes.

It was only $2000, and I took an option on the herd with that.

My partners gave me the rest of the money.

That bill of sale wouldn't be just in your name, would it?

Why, yes.

Only because I found the herd and made the deal.

Tsk, Miss Allen, you'll be glad to know there's a way you can pay me.

I'll just cut 60 head out the herd, drive them back to Yellow River...

and at $5 each, I'll have the 300 you owe me.

But you can't.

They're worth at least $20 a head in Kansas.

But it's a two-month ride to Kansas, and I don't think you're gonna get them there.

Why not?

Who's trail boss, you?

- Now what's wrong? - The way they're bedded down.

Cattle are skittish when they first start a drive.

Bunched together like that...

one of those big steers just liable to swish his tail in the night...

and hit another one on the face...

and you'll have a stampede on your hands.

Have you ever bossed a trail drive, Mr. Maverick?

In my irresponsible youth.

Before I settled down to the life of a quiet, respectable poker player.

Mr. Maverick, I need you.

Not again. I'll just cut out my 60 head. - Please.

Fred Grimes, he's one of my partners, he's been a ranch hand for 10 years...

he claims that qualifies him as a trail boss.

Well, ah, maybe you better drive the herd back to Yellow River...

while you still got them.

You know, ranching and trail driving just aren't the same thing.

Trail bosses get a hundred a month.

I'll pay you three times that.

- You... - You said you needed the money.

- How big is the herd? - Seventeen hundred.

- All steers? - Mixed.

Um...

Uh, I'm about to try the impossible, Abigail, uh, to get the best of you.

I'll... I'll boss your drive for the salary mentioned.

Plus a dollar for every head delivered in Kansas.

- Oh, but that's... - Robbery.

I thought you'd recognize it.

I'll take my chances with Grimes.

Abigail.

Do you have any idea how many herds have been lost completely...

because the trail boss made one little mistake?

- Four hundred. - Uh-uh.

You're a thief, Mr. Maverick, there's just isn't anything I can do about it.

You're hired.

I'll introduce you to my partners.

Oh, about Yellow River, you won't say anything to anyone, will you?

Heh, I won't if you won't.

That's kind of a painful memory.

I think I'm gonna like you.

- Got a first name? - Bart.

What name are you using for the moment?

You're all wrong about me, really, you are.

And my name is Abigail Allen.

Nice to meet you, Miss Apple...

Uh, Miss Allen.

Pete, there will be one more for supper.

- I already figured that. - Gentlemen, this is Bart Maverick.

My partners, Professor Von Schulenberg...

Horace Cusack...

- and Fred Grimes. - Fred.

I've just hired Mr. Maverick to boss the drive.

Where do get off hiring anybody?

This is a partnership.

We already got a trail boss.

Oh, I think the others will go along with me.

Mr. Maverick has trail bossed before, you haven't.

But I know cattle.

No sense paying $100 a month for no reason.

Three hundred a month, Mr. Grimes.

Plus a dollar for every head delivered in Kansas.

It's silly.

Agree to that, I will not.

Well, Cusack, you're a shareholder, what do you say?

Uh.

Uh, I don't hardly think no trail boss is worth that much.

And I say he is.

Abby, you've been out-voted.

Well, I'll go along anyway.

Thank you, Bart.

It's not that I'm generous.

Your partners will find out a trail boss is worth that much.

Of course, if you lose too many cows before that, I'll have to raise my price.

Is something funny the way I eat?

No, I had a good friend once who ate that way.

But he was a squirrel.

Well, I'm a vegetarian. I don't believe in eating meat.

You're in the cattle business? Ha, ha.

It's none of us in the cattle business.

This lovely fräulein promised each of us, if we invest in the cattle drive...

not only a small fortune we win, but the lady also.

Professor, I did no such thing.

"Promise" is the wrong word.

"Hint" is maybe better.

Maverick, that posse got back before you left Yellow River?

Yeah, they brought back three of the holdup men.

- They didn't catch Billy Young, did they? - No.

You owe me a dollar, Horace. Heh.

I told them they wouldn't catch Billy.

That kid has gone through four gangs in two years.

They catch everyone but him. Heh. He's a wizard.

You sound like you're on his side.

He never stole nothing from me.

When he does, I'll see if I can work up a peeve against him.

Your watch, professor. Better get started.

Good.

The food, I was afraid I might have to finish it.

You don't like the food, fire me.

Looks like you've had a little trouble.

Seems afraid of us, maybe she'll talk to you.

What happened?

Where are your horses?

Are you alone?

They killed my father.

Who killed him?

Two men.

They stole our horses and our food.

Shot him when he tried to stop them.

When did it happen?

Yesterday.

He died this morning.

Can you ride a horse?

Why don't you get on mine and ride along with her?

Come on, there's nothing you can do here.

Where were you going?

To Kansas.

Oh, then you're gonna be all right.

We're driving some cattle there and you can travel with us.

Did you come from Yellow River? I keep feeling we've met before.

We came up from Taos.

We're gonna bed the herd right over there.

If there's anything you want from the wagon, you can get it later.

Come on.

- Counting the herd? - Ah.

Fred, you startled me.

Couldn't you sleep?

I must be overtired.

I guess I'm getting soft.

I wouldn't want you any other way.

Heh, well, we better try and get some rest.

Abby.

- I wanna talk to you. - Ah, well, I'll still be here tomorrow.

Things were real nice with us...

until this fellow, Maverick, showed up.

Now suddenly everything's gone wrong.

Why?

Fred, you have much more to lose than I do if this herd doesn't get to Kansas.

That's not what I'm talking about.

The herd's not the problem, it's you.

I wanna know where I stand.

Where you stand?

I don't know what you told the others.

But between us, it was real clear.

I didn't quit my job and risk all my cash

just to make a little money and you know it.

Maybe you'll remember this.

Fred, Fred, don't.

Let go of me. Fred.

I'm glad you did that.

Because now we can stop being polite.

When I pay $3000 for something, I intend to...

That was for her and me both.

- Fred, Fred, he's just a boy. FRED: Then he shouldn't fool with the men.

All right, that's all.

- What's that for? - Keep you from losing the herd.

Those cattle won't be trail-broke for another week...

till then anything might set them off. A fight's one of the best ways there is.

This isn't over, kid.

Just postponed.

Why ain't he up?

Let him sleep if he can.

I know I didn't get much sleep last night.

He can make it up next winter.

Come on, kid, pile on.

Hey.

Dust to dust.

And we pray that his soul go to heaven.

And the soul of the coward who took his life go to hell in damnation.

Amen.

Just a minute.

You think I did it.

Come on, I want to hear somebody say it.

Then I really will kill someone.

Come on, you know-it-alls.

I know about the fight you had, what you said when it was stopped.

No one else here had any reason to kill the boy.

Fred, there will be no more fighting.

Kill each other in Kansas when we don't need you anymore.

If it will make you feel any better...

I don't think you killed him.

Thanks.

I'll give you a chance to say that again when the drive's over.

Tell you all you one thing for sure.

Somebody right here did it.

An Indian would've taken the kid's hair.

Nothing's missing, so it wasn't a thief.

It was somebody right here.

Well, let's go get those cattle moving.

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

I've been waiting for you to make a mistake, Grimes, and you just made one.

What mistake?

I don't tell, you'll lose the whole herd.

There's your mistake, getting unsaddled.

- Come on, you can talk plain English. - See that over there?

- Them clouds? - Yeah.

Heh. They ain't moving this way.

They don't have to, that's a storm.

Gonna see it, hear it and so are the cattle.

If we can stay saddled with the herd, maybe they won't run.

Even if they do, at least we'll be running with them.

Noisy, isn't it, little friends?

Well, it's a long way off and doesn't mean a thing.

Just settle.

Settle down. Settle down.

Play the fife lowly

And beat the drums slowly

Play the dead march

They can be...

Put bunches of roses

All over my coffin

To deaden the sounds

Of the clods as they fall

There they go!

Shouldn't somebody be out on watch?

Somebody, not me.

A pack of wolves couldn't budge that herd now.

They've run it all out.

Any idea how many we lost?

Oh, 50, no more than that.

Will you settle for 1500?

- Fifteen hundred what? - Dollars.

To boss the drive.

Fifteen hundred flat.

Is it a deal?

Oh, that's quite a cut under my offer.

But you got yourself a deal.

Thanks, Fred.

Here comes Jean and the cook.

- It's a good thing you lit that fire. - If you hadn't, we'd never have found you.

Awful glad you did.

How anyone can be glad, I don't understand.

One of you a killer.

And everybody laughing.

Tonight I sleep with a gun in my hand.

Hyah!

Hyah!

A nut sandwich, Horace?

Heh, that's right.

I will eat no more swill.

This man is a poisoner, not a cook.

If I was a poisoner you would've been dead a week ago.

No more backtalk from you, mein herr, I'm your employer.

You're my what?

Why, you ain't good enough to eat with the hogs. You know that?

Let him come, Horace, I've never seen a Dutchman yet I couldn't lick.

Why, you big overgrown baboon.

What happened to the Heidelberg accent, professor?

What do you ask?

He ain't no Dutchman.

He killed the boy.

You're a fake and a killer.

Maybe you better explain that accent.

All right, uh, I'm not a professor from Austria.

But that doesn't make me a killer.

Ah. Just what are you?

Nothing, I didn't have any reason.

Nobody does things with no reason.

I had a reason, but it wouldn't mean anything to any of you.

Try us and see.

I lived in Philadelphia.

A little fat man.

The kind people never remember his name.

I left there and came out West.

When I got here...

I was Professor Von Schulenberg from Vienna, heh.

And I told you, you wouldn't understand.

But it worked.

Ah, when I walked into a room...

people didn't look up and think:

"Here's comes that fat, funny little what's-his-name."

They thought:

"Here comes that professor from Vienna."

Made all the difference.

All the difference between nothing...

and something.

Tell me, Professor Von Schulenberg...

just what is it you don't like about my cooking?

Hey, Pete, come on and get up.

Pete, come on, get up.

Maverick!

I'm getting out of here, I can't stand this anymore, I don't wanna be killed.

Why did you do that?

- If he hadn't, I would have. - I'm sorry, Cusack.

But another second, you would've been howling like a banshee. I had to do it.

Where's the professor?

He's with the cattle.

Somebody here is a killer.

We got two more weeks on the trail before we get to Kansas.

What are we gonna do about it?

From here on, there will be two on watch all night.

One with the herd, the other here.

Who protects us when the killer's on watch?

I wish he or she would be that stupid.

You don't think I'm capable of murder, do you?

I haven't the slightest idea. Are you?

When I said "she," that included you too.

- I know. - From here on, you're the cook.

Well, I guess it won't be any worse than Pete's.

Well, I guess I was a little too hard on old Pete.

Your cooking is not much better than his was.

I know. I learned from my father.

Here he comes.

- Good news? - The best.

The cow pens are empty and waiting.

That's only half of it.

They're paying $22 a head.

- We're not just filthy, we're filthy rich. - Anything else?

Democrats nominated Sam Tilden to run against Hayes.

They caught all but two that robbed that bank.

Baldy MacAndrews and Billy Young are still loose.

What time will we get the herd in tomorrow?

Around noon if we're lucky.

World looks pretty good to me right now, heh.

Except for one thing.

After we sell the herd we'll split up.

We'll never know which one of us is a sneaking killer.

That's where you're wrong, Fred.

I know which one of us it is.

Our little orphan girl here, Miss Baxter.

That's not a very funny joke.

If I'm wrong, I'll pretend I was just joking.

Well, you are wrong and I don't think it's funny.

- Neither do I. - Don't move that hand.

Fred, look under that cloth and don't get careless.

Why?

- How did you know? - I don't know how.

Maybe a girl knowing nothing about how to cook.

Back in town I saw descriptions of Baldy MacAndrews and Billy Young.

Baldy's fit her poor dead father.

That's when it hit me.

Why did you do it?

Why did you kill them?

Get him on a horse.

I'll take him in now. I'll stay in town tonight, meet you in the morning.

Wait, wait, I got $20,000...

and it's all yours if you let me go.

You'll tell us why you killed them?

Yes.

- You got yourself... Shut up. - You can't do that.

Go ahead.

You'll let me go?

That's right, you got my word on it.

- What about them? - Them too.

You swear I got your word?

Yes.

I killed Davie because I rode with him once on the Barzee Spread.

He didn't recognized me at first but he would have.

Cook figured out who I was and told me so.

Said he didn't care whether I got caught or not.

Never took anything of his.

Just figured I couldn't chance him.

And the money?

Buried, back where Baldy died.

All right, get going.

- I need clothes and a gun. - You're not even gonna get a horse.

But you said...

I said I'd let you go, that's all. Now get started.

We can't let him go, no matter what you said.

Yes, we can.

There's a sheriff and two deputies just over that hill.

Come on. Whoop!

Mighty fine looking herd, ma'am.

Better than 1600 head, I'd say.

Oh, about 16 and a half.

We lost some on the way.

Well, we'll try to have an exact count for you by 3:30.

We can meet at the bank.

- May I give you a lift? - Thank you.

I don't know about the rest of you...

but I aim to spend some time leaning against the nearest bar.

And I'm going to the hotel and soak in a tub till 3.

See you at the bank at 3:30.

Tsk.

You see, the train leaves in an hour and I simply must be on it.

Well, all we've got is a rough count now, Miss Allen.

Little more than 1600 head, I understand.

Well, I'm willing to settle on the basis of exactly 1600.

And there are at least 50 head more.

The bill of sale states 1700 and we lost less than 50.

Heh, it means that much to me to be on that train.

Well, heh, I guess I'm too much of a businessman...

to pass up a deal like this.

Now, let's see, that will come to...

$35,200, Miss Allen.

I expect you'll want cash?

Oh, yes, I'll wanna pay my riders before the train leaves.

Heh. All right, fine.

Well, I tell you what you do now, you just endorse over this bill of sale to me.

Henry Sawyer.

Five, 30...

$35,000, Miss Allen.

Plus 200.

That's an awful lot of money for a little lady like you to carry around.

I'm sure I'll manage.

You've been very kind.

- Thank you and goodbye. - It's been my pleasure to serve you.

Y'all come back now, you hear?

Tell me, Abby, you don't have any relatives named Crawford, do you?

Samantha Crawford, for instance?

Pretty good wages for a trail boss.

Yeah, well, I figure I earned them. And not just for keeping my eye on the herd.

Easiest money I ever made.

Even though I didn't get everything I'd bargained for.

You've been a very good friend, Fred. I'm gonna miss you. All of you.

You know what I'm gonna do with this?

Buy a 10-gallon hat, a pair of high-heeled boots and I'm gonna move to Vienna.

- Goodbye. Maverick. - Goodbye, professor.

- Goodbye, Fred. - Goodbye.

- Bye, Horace. - Goodbye.

- Horace, good luck. - Goodbye.

You made out real well.

Yeah, how about having dinner with me tonight?

Well, I still haven't taken that bath.

I'd like one mine myself.

Afterwards, we'll meet in the hotel dining room.

Well, I suppose this is where we say goodbye.

Afraid so.

Why don't you come to New Mexico with me, Abby?

It gets awful cold in Montana long about autumn.

I'm glad you asked me.

But I'm afraid it's Montana for me.

I hear there's quite a strike and you know how I feel about gold.

- Are you sure? - Heh.

Well, bye, Abby.

Goodbye, Bart.

What's the hurry, Mr. Maverick? New Mexico will still be there.

I'm not going to New Mexico, I'm going to Montana.