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Good evening.

Oh, good evening, Mr. McFearson.

Um, did you decide to continue our little game?

No, Mr. Van Rensselaer.

We've lost one of our players.

I'm here to see that he gets even.

How, uh, how do you plan on doing that, sir?

By knocking you off.

A Warner Bro's television production.

Wanna try again?

I merely hoped to prevent you from stabbing my pachycereus.

Your what?

The cactus.

She's female and very delicate.

I'm sorry. I was so thirsty, I-I didn't even noticed the sex.

Her spines are bruised, but I think she'll be alright.

Well, that's a relief.

Do you get this worked up over every cactus?

It's the love of my life.

I'm particularly interested in the pachycereus.

It's a very rare species.

What're you gonna do with it?

Take it back to St. Louis for cross pollination.

Are you a botanist?

No, I'm a railroad man.

Do you think everyone should be a railroad man?

I think that's something

everybody should decide for himself.

Of course, it makes it a lot more comfortable

when your father owns the railroad.

In fact, I'm due back in St. Louis on Friday.

Father's having a special train meet me.

Out here?

Don't your father's trains need tracks?

Well, there's a spur line just over that rise.

By the way, I'm Cornelius Van Rennselaer, Jr.

My friends call me Corny.

- I'm Bart Maverick, Corny. - Glad to know you.

What are you doing this far from civilization?

Well, I, uh..

I left a poker game in Santa Fe in sort of a hurry.

It seems that some players just never learn to lose gracefully.

You play poker?

Oh, little. Do you?

I have to be honest with you.

I doubled my allowance at Harvard for four years.

I'm considered an expert.

Really?

Well, I'll just have to take my chances.

As they say, it's the only wheel in town.

What do you got left?

Oh, uh..

Little over $300.

Then that's what I'm betting.

Do you mind if I raise?

With what?

Well, I always carry a little something.

Just in case.

Three hundred, and I raise a thousand.

Call.

Flush.

That's what I've got. Ace, king, ten.

Where did you say you learned the game?

Harvard.

Maybe, this will teach you to take off your hat

the next time the Crimson passes.

You've already taken my shirt.

Now, don't get greedy.

Well, I'm gonna be on my way, Corny.

You be sure to tell him where you got it.

Hey, wait. Where are you heading?

For a new stake, and a sucker without a college education.

Hey, maybe, I can take care of you.

You already have.

Suppose I offered you double what you lost to me

would you do me a favor?

What do you got in mind?

I'd like you to meet the train and tell them

you're Cornelius Van Rennselaer, Jr.

Why?

I need the time to work with the pachycereus.

The cactus?

I'm delivering a paper on it to the Fairfield Society on Friday.

I'll need the time on the train to work.

If they know I'm aboard, they won't give me a moment's peace.

Let me get this straight.

I'm supposed to be Cornelius Van Rennselaer, Jr.?

Right.

Then who are you supposed to be?

Nobody.

Well..

Deal?

Double?

Oh, it's a deal.

Corny, are you sure they're sending a special train up here?

Positive. It should be coming through unipass any minute.

Doesn't look like anything's come through there in years.

Right on time. Just like your father.

He means you. Wave back.

My pappy wasn't on time for his own wedding.

Uh, hello.

Hello there!

Good afternoon, Mr. Van Rennselaer.

I'm Burke, your conductor.

I've been with this line for years.

I haven't seen you since you was a baby

but I'd recognize you anywhere.

- Uh, Mr. Burke? - Yes.

This is my assistant. Would you see that he's accommodated?

How do you do? And take those horses to the baggage car.

And don't forget the pachycereus.

- The what? - The cactus.

There ain't much room back there, Mr. Burke.

You make room, you understand?

Those horses belong to Mr. Van Rennselaer.

This way, Mr. Van Rennselaer.

Well, my friend, does this convince you

that Cornelius Van Rennselaer, Sr.

Is the president of the line?

I never had any doubts about senior.

It's, uh, junior I'm worried about.

It's junior I'm worried about.

I want Ferguson to keep in touch with me constantly, understand?

Not Mercheson. Ferguson.

My son is boarding the train this afternoon.

It's imperative that he be here by noon tomorrow.

He'll make it, Mr. Van Rennselaer.

Chances are, he's still out there in the desert

mating cacti.

Well, junior is rather unpredictable, but..

I'm sure he'll get here, sir.

If he doesn't

Hardman and Greynolds will put me out of business.

There's really nothing to worry about, sir.

He's probably aboard that train right now.

Nothing to worry about?

If I know Hardman, he'll have that train honeycombed

with hatchet men, with only one thing in mind.

What's that, sir?

To make sure junior doesn't get here by Friday

to vote on our side.

He's on the train.

Back in his private car.

How cozy. I must drop in and say hello.

Better make it soon.

He won't be around long.

You love your work, don't you?

Why not?

I'm good at it.

Close your mouth. Your fangs are showing.

Van Rennselaer, the very attractive young man, Abigail.

And you are a young woman.

What's the matter, father?

Can't you bring yourself to call me attractive too?

You're much too sensitive, my dear.

I'm simply asking you to strike up an acquaintance.

It's very important to me.

I'm sorry. I absolutely refuse to help you.

I've been struggling for years to pay the tuition

for the best finishing schools in the country.

Haven't they taught you anything?

Unfortunately, father, they have.

They've taught me ethics.

Ethics?

More like your mother every day.

Come in.

Everything satisfactory, Mr. Van Rennselaer?

Oh, everything's just fine. Except, it's a little bumpy.

Oh, that's the roadbed, sir.

She'll settle down as soon as we're on the main line.

Good. Did you take care of my assistant?

Well, I tried to, sir, but he insisted on staying

in the baggage car with the horses.

He just sits there, writing

and then looking at some kind of a cactus.

If you don't mind my saying so, sir, he seems a little peculiar.

There's nothing peculiar about him.

He's just in love with a pachycereus.

- Oh, I'm terribly sorry. - Hey, no, no, not at all.

- I wasn't looking. - That was my fault.

No, really, it was my fault.

Would you care to sit and talk it over?

Sorry, I'm not in a habit of talking to strangers.

There's nothing back there except my private car.

You're more than welcome, of course.

If you don't mind, that belong to me.

Oh, by all means.

I-I was merely curious about the weather in Constantinople.

I'll glance at it some other time.

Good evening, Mr. Van Rennselaer.

I'm Colonel Hamilton.

My daughter Abigail Hamilton.

Miss Abigail.

Does the name ring a bell?

Well, I'm afraid, sir...

I'm an old friend of your father's.

I knew him long before you were born.

'Matter of fact, we belong to the same club.'

He was a great card player in those days.

Does he still like to gamble?

Not-Not quite as much as before, sir.

I've-I've sort of taken over for him.

Oh, really?

Yes, poker's my game.

Uh, I was taught at Harvard. It was quite expensive.

Oh, yes, of course, of course.

Perhaps, sometime, you show me what you've learned.

Do you enjoy the game too, sir?

Oh, now and then.

Passing time away.

Thank you.

Excuse me, colonel, Miss Abigail.

If you decide you'd like to play a little this evening

you're welcome in my private car.

Shall we say, uh, 8:30?

That's fine.

Excuse me.

Now what'd that conductor told him?

Probably not to play with card sharps.

- Good evening, sir. - Good evening.

Mr. Van Rennselaer suggested a card game in his private car.

Would you be interested?

Why not?

I don't believe we've met. I'm Colonel Hamilton.

Colonel.

This is Miss McCabe.

- Happy to know you, ma'am. - How'd you do?

No, colonel, you're wrong.

We have met before.

Oh! Kentucky, perhaps?

No. Between Memphis and Natchez on a river boat.

Uh, you invited me to a poker game on that occasion too.

Ah, yes. Those were the good old days.

However, Mr..

- McFearson. - Yes, McFearson.

We'd be more than happy to have you join us.

I'd even see to it that it's profitable.

- What's your pitch, colonel? - Pitch?

What are you doing on this train?

Very simple.

My daughter is an extremely well bred young lady.

I aim to see to it that she meets the proper young man.

Hmm, like young Van Rensselaer, hmm?

Exactly.

Nice spot you got here.

Suits me fine.

By the way, how do you like living my life?

Oh, up to now, just fine.

But, uh, is this my life you're living here?

Sorted, isn't it?

You see, I'm hooked on plants.

My old pappy used to say, "Son, love and love alone

will send a man soaring into the depths."

You're pappy must have been

quite an authority on land mover.

Where'd you get the new cactus?

Oh, it's the same one.

It's grown.

It's dark and moist in here.

Good climate for plants.

Yeah, but not for people.

I guess you know what you're doing.

I'd be cactus.

Now, don't get excited, folks. Don't get excited.

Everything's gonna be alright.

What happened here?

Now, who went and pulled that emergency cord?

Somebody must've done it. I wasn't dreaming.

Don't get riled up, Mr. Swenson.

I'll find the party responsible.

I'm afraid I'm that party, conductor.

Well, what's the idea?

You only pull that cord incase of an emergency.

I believe there's been an emergency.

Mr. Van Rennselaer just fell of the train.

Well, what're we waiting for? Let's get him back.

Back her up, Mr. Swenson. Everybody aboard.

Get aboard. Aboard.

Aboard.

Hold it. There he is.

Are you alright, sir?

I don't know yet.

- Easy, sir. - Oh, boy. Oh.

I hope there are no broken bones, Mr. Van Rennselaer.

Wouldn't do for you to sue your own railroad.

How did it happen?

I just opened the door and something came at me.

You must've seen it.

It so dark in here, I couldn't see anything.

You must've seen something.

You pulled the emergency cord.

I thought you slipped and fell.

You better get on back there, Mr. Burke

I'm gonna talk to my assistant alone.

- Sure you're alright, sir? - Just fine, thank you.

Come here, Junior.

- Now, you level with me. - What do you mean?

You gave me a chunk of money

to be your traveling companion

but you travel back here alone. Why?

I told you, the pachycereus.

What are you, a fanatic?

I don't want a lot of people bothering me up here.

I don't wanna lot of people bothering me back there.

Who's trying to push you off this train?

Nobody. You slipped and fell off.

It was an accident. Could happen to anyone.

But it happened to me, and I'm suppose to be you.

Watch your step, Bart. It won't happen again.

I hope you're right.

I still can't help feeling that somebody back there

doesn't like you.

If it happens again it's gonna cost you more money.

You play a bold game, young man.

Better watch your step. You can't get by on brass alone.

I admit, I've been pressing a little bit, colonel.

But it doesn't matter. I love playing the game.

I'm delighted Mr. McFearson and Mr. Hakime could join us.

And Miss. Abigail, too, of course.

Comfortable, dear?

I'm afraid my daughter's training

has been a little on the conservative side.

I'm not so sure she approves of cards.

But then of course, neither did her mother.

- Let see now. Where were we? - I believe it's my bet.

You'll have to match that, gentlemen.

Three jacks.

Two queens.

- Uh-oh. - And three aces.

It's quite a good hand.

Well, looks as if I'm out of chips again, colonel.

Would you mind cashing another check for me? Say, 3000.

Oh, it be a pleasure, my boy.

A check with the name Van Rennselaer

on it is good anywhere in the world.

Well, a lot depends on the handwriting, colonel.

You're a great jokester, my boy.

Just like your dad.

- 'That's $10,000 in all.' - 'That's correct.'

Remember what they thought you at Harvard.

Play 'em a little closer to your vest.

'Thank you, colonel.'

I have a headache, father.

- May I be excused? - Very well, dear. Go on.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight, Miss Abigail.

Miss Abigail seemed upset.

- I hope I didn't... - Oh, of course not, my boy.

Matter of fact, I think she's interested in you.

- Oh, really? - You got to deal, colonel.

You in trouble, kid?

You can tell old Aunt Jeannie. She's a good listener.

Are you alright?

It's a stupid question. Do I look alright?

I'm sorry, thought I could be of some help.

You can't.

No one can. It's impossible.

The whole thing's just impossible.

If you sit down there, you can see the sky.

It helps sometimes.

It's so big. Makes everything else seem small.

Even troubles.

You're very kind.

I had no right to come in here

where you work and snap at you that way.

- I'm sorry. - Think nothing of it.

Come on over here.

Sit down here.

See?

It is beautiful.

And big. That's the thing to keep thinking about.

Doesn't help. My troubles are just as big.

Tell me. It might help.

Well, it's that man, that poor stupid man.

He just sits there and lets them take all his money away.

What man?

Cornelius Van Rennselaer, Jr.

I'll call you, colonel.

I've got a smaller straight.

Oh, mine's queen high, sir.

Mine's all hearts.

That's quite a good hand.

Thank you. Thank you, Mr. Burke.

If you gentlemen will please excuse me

it seems there's some business to take care of.

Yes, by all means.

I think we've had enough actions for tonight.

Good. Goodnight Goodnight.

Count up your chips, gentlemen.

Sixty.

You're a man of honor, Goldie.

Kept your word, stayed outta the big one.

One hundred.

You ought to get out of this business.

After a coon like that?

You were as obvious as a school girl.

If that tender foot had anything more than a Harvard education

he'd have rammed these cards done your throat.

Oh, now, Goldie.

Well, I maybe a little out of practice

but I can still deal myself a straight flush

and that's not bad.

What're you waiting for, Hakime?

And this time, make sure.

Move over, Corny.

Conductor said, you wanted to see me right away. What's wrong?

I wanted to break that poker game before you broke me.

Checks? How did you find out about that?

Miss Abigail Hamilton. She was just up here.

I'm afraid she thinks Cornelius Van Rennselaer, Jr.

Is an awful chump.

Smart girl.

What's the idea of putting my signature on all those checks?

It's your signature. My handwriting.

Don't worry, the banks will never cash 'em.

Hope you're right.

Just in case, why don't you trying winning for a change?

Haven't got the heart, junior.

There's nothing sadder than watch a card shark get old.

Nimble fingers stiffen up, they get thick and clumsy.

The colonel was trying to deal seconds

they were coming out from all over the deck.

That's dishonest. You should call him on it.

He's doing what he likes best in the world.

It's not costing anybody anything.

Let him enjoy it.

Ack!

You and your cactus.

'Don't touch that cord, junior.'

Nice work.

Why didn't you give me a hand?

I had confidence. That's why I hired you.

Thanks a lot. But from now on the price is double.

And I want the real story.

Why was Hakime so anxious to kill you?

So, that's who you just threw off the train.

Come on, Corny. Give.

Alright, Bart. You got a right to know.

Hakime is undoubted the henchman of a man named Hardman.

He heads a group of stock holders

who're trying to take the Van Rennselaer Lines

away from my father.

Their only chance is to keep me from getting to St. Louis

in time to cast my vote tomorrow morning.

Will you pull that cord now, junior, 'cause I'm gettin' off.

Wait a minute, Bart, we made a deal.

You didn't tell me it was gonna be so dangerous.

- You a coward? - Isn't everybody?

Look, Bart, I've got to make St. Louis on time tomorrow.

I'll pay you anything you say.

Don't..

- Anything? - You're a gambler.

You help me get to St. Louis by noon tomorrow

and we'll still own the railroad.

I promise, we'll make it worth your while.

Oh, with Hakime over the side, that brings the odds down.

Alright, I'll take my chances, Cornelius.

St. Louis. COD.

Good. But don't be over confident.

Knowing Hardman, there'll be others.

Is our friend in this private car?

No, he's out there somewhere.

- Hakime? - Um-hmm.

You sure?

'Excuse me.'

Have you seen Mr. Hakime?

No.

He uh, promised to let me glance at his newspaper.

I'm sure he won't mind.

Thank you.

Well, looks like it's time to send in

little ol' Jeannie McCabe.

That's not bad for a girl who doesn't speak to strangers.

You're not a stranger now.

Don't you feel that we're slowing down?

You may be, but not me.

I mean, the train.

- I think it stopped. - Who cares?

Excuse me.

Don't rush away. It was just getting interesting.

We're uncoupled.

I know.

It's fascinating.

There's so much I don't understand.

You explain about gravity.

Well, the objective's to join piece of a choice variety

capable of producing new growth

to the stem or trunk of a more common

or stronger rooted one.

So that the growth of the choice vari..

Variety may be produced more abundantly.

- Remarkable. - Isn't it?

Oh, I don't mean the cactus.

I mean, you.

You're stuck back here in this messy little place

and that still doesn't keep you from wanting to learn and grow.

You're just like the plant.

Strange.

I was just thinking how much you remind me of a hylocereus.

I-I hope that's good.

It's the most beautiful flower I know.

That's funny.

Mr. Van Rennselaer's private car.

- What about it? - It's gone.

- What? - I better tell the conductor.

It's too late, we can't afford to waste time.

Something might have happened. I better tell him.

He probably knows. Abby, wait.

Now what?

'What is it this time, Mr. Burke?'

Don't get riled up, Mr. Swenson. I'll get to the bottom of this.

Which one of you was it this time?

- I did it. - And what was it this time?

Can't you see?

Mr. Van Rennselaer's private car is gone.

Fine way to run a rail road.

- Back her up, Mr. Swenson. - We'll be late.

Oh, sure we'll be late.

But I can't go around leaving cars all over the tracks.

All aboard! Everybody board.

Board.

Take her away, Mr. Swenson.

I'm afraid this means we won't get to St. Louis on time.

Don't you care?

It can't be helped I guess.

Besides, I can go to St. Louis anytime.

Oh, the train. It's coming back.

Let's not tell 'em where we are.

'Where are they? Shipping?'

I don't want shipping. I..

Get off the tube.

I was talking to Ferguson, in traffic.

The Freddywill station's been alerted to wire

when they pass through.

But why don't they?

I don't know, sir.

They seem to have been lost somewhere between

Little Rock and Summit.

Can somebody get in touch with Ferguson?

No, I don't wanna talk the yards.

I wanna talk to Ferguson.

- I'll see you later. - Later?

Maybe I better not leave.

You didn't even smile.

No wonder he's wasting his attention on that McCabe woman.

Crack the whip as much as you like, I'm not gonna jump.

Here you have a millionaire at your finger tips

and you wile away your time into some worthless no account

in the baggage car.

- No wonder you... - Uh-ah!

Don't say it. I know, father.

I'm getting more like my mother every day.

Good evening.

Well, good evening, Mr. McFearson.

Uh, did you decide to continue our little game?

No, Mr. Van Rennselaer. We've lost one of our players.

I'm here to see that he gets even.

How, uh, how do you plan on doing that, sir?

By knocking you off.

T-the train?

This time, I'll see to it

that no one pulls the emergency chord.

Then you're not planning to shoot me.

Only if you make it necessary.

Put your gun over on that couch.

Move.

Oh, dear!

Wait.

You intend using that thing?

I don't know.

So sad. All along, I thought it was my charm.

You've got plenty of that.

Nice to have you aboard.

Look what he did to this beautiful room.

And he broke my favorite chair.

What happened?

What happened, Mr. Van Rennselaer?

One of your passengers attacked me.

No, not her, not Ms. McCabe. Him.

What kind of a train are you running here, Burke.

I'm terrible sorry, Mr. Van Rennselaer

but that man's obviously a thief.

I said that the minute he boarded.

"That man's a criminal type," I said, didn't I?

When you've been on the job as long as I have

you learn to spot them.

Well, get him out of here.

Throw him in the chains

or wherever you throw people like that.

I have that authority aboard, sir.

I'll lock him in the baggage car until we get to St. Louis.

Take him to the baggage car.

The baggage car, Mr. conductor? There ain't enough room there.

You make room, you understand? He attacked Mr. Van Rennselaer.

Don't you worry, sir, he won't bother you again.

Fine, thank you.

Well, Mr. Hardman isn't gonna be happy about this.

Oh, I don't hire out to kill men.

I'm just supposed to distract them.

Start distracting.

Uh, what's taking so long, Mr. Burke?

Sorry, Mr. Van Rensselaer

but you can't run a train without water.

Folks, we'll only be here long enough to take on water.

Now, the place is deserted, and there's nothing to see.

So don't wonder off, or you'll miss the train.

Excuse me.

We don't get them started, junior

we're never gonna make it.

Did you ever notice the color of Miss Abigail's eyes?

I was thinking about your pappy's eyes

when you don't show up on time tomorrow.

They're gonna be bloodshot and full of tears.

Oh, we'll make it. We've got too.

She sure has pretty eyes.

You seem to be a little gone on Miss Abigail.

I'm gonna marry her.

Isn't that kind of sudden?

I'm in love with her, Bark.

First time I've ever met a girl who didn't know who I was

or who my father was.

Well, don't be too sure.

Her daddy was a pretty sharp operator in his day.

Well, Abby knows all about that.

Maybe she knows all about us too.

Not a chance.

What makes you so sure?

I know my hylocereus.

- Come, Abigail. - Are you alright?

Yeah, we're just great.

Now, Hakime is back on the desert, McFearson is in chains

and the colonel's right over there

and Jeannie joined our side, right?

Right.

So who belongs to the buffalo gun?

'All board.'

If I didn't like money so much, Corny

I wouldn't step foot back on that train.

Bart, it's really a matter of life or death.

Oh, I know. Come on.

You're doin' fine. They can't hurt us.

You better keep your eye on the referee

because somebody's trying to kill me.

I'm trying to be patient, Abby.

But I simply cannot allow you to see this, this baggage boy.

He's very studious, father, very ambitious.

Then choose young Van Rensselaer.

Why can't you develop an attachment for him?

Well, I don't know. I really don't.

All I know is, he's the one, father.

'course I haven't spoken to Abby's father about it yet.

I don't think he'll have any serious objections, do you?

Oh, indeedy.

I want father to meet them tomorrow.

I hope he approves.

Oh, this ain't like he's loosing a railroad.

He's gaining a foxy old card sharp.

Did you get the feeling we're slowing down?

Oh, not again.

It can't be a station. They have orders not stopped for anything.

Now, be careful, Corny. That fell on my head last time.

- Oh, well, hello. - What happened?

We stopped.

No complains. At least we're still connected to the train.

Now, please, please. There's no cause for alarm.

Unfortunately, there's gonna be a few hours delay.

A few hours?

Sorry you had to be aboard this trip, Mr. Van Rensselaer

but I'm sure the situation isn't new to you.

What situation?

Well, the crew hears these wild tales about the gold strikes

at Calico flats.

We get within 10 miles of the place, and they desert.

Same things happened on this line twice before this month.

Home office knows all about it.

The engineer, the firemen, everybody gone?

Porter too.

Why, this in an outrage. What are you gonna do about it?

There's nothing I can do about it until Mr. Swenson

and the others stake their claims and come back.

We can't wait.

We gotta be in St. Louis by morning. It's urgent.

What can I do?

I never heard of such a thing.

This is worst than a captain deserting his sinking ship.

Looks like we're sunk.

Mr. Van Rensselaer can operate the train.

Uh, I can?

Oh, excuse me, sir, but I'm not sure that I can permit that.

Are you sure I can operate the train?

Yes, sir.

But the responsibility for the passengers belongs to me.

But the railroad belongs to me. Let's go.

Be patient, folks. Sit down and relax.

It won't be long.

Which one makes it go forward?

Don't you know?

I'll find out.

Hey, you handle this thing pretty good.

My father used to let me ride with the engineers

when I was a kid.

I like my job.

I'm gonna try it one of these days when I tap out.

Start stoking.

How are we doing on time?

Not good. Keep stoking.

Corny?

Corny, come on. Corny. Corny.

Corny. Corny, Corny, wake up.

Corny, there's a train coming on us

from the other end of the tunnel.

Corny!

Corny?

Corny?

What happened?

Don't ask.

Just a minute, young man.

That's my daughter you're embracing, and in public.

Oh, I meant to mention it earlier, colonel

but I've asked Miss Abigail to marry me.

- Is that alright with you? - Absolutely not.

Good. I want you both to meet my father.

The pachycereus.

'There's no time, junior.'

We've less than 20 minutes to make that meeting.

We'll make it. If you two go get a carriage, I'll join you.

Uh, colonel. He may be a nut, but he's kind of a nice kid

so for once in your life, play Abby's hunch.

Come on.

You've made a first class job of it, Mr. Van Rennselaer.

Brought her in on the dot.

But It's not gonna help unless he stops fooling around

with his over stuffed pin cushion.

Wow, look at the size of that thing.

I told you it was an unusual species.

You better leave it alone. Let's get going.

It's locked.

Well, open it. You've got the key.

I haven't.

- We'll never make it. - Mr. Burke..

'Hold it, gentlemen.'

Drop your gun.

Now, move over here.

Sit right down. Make yourselves comfortable.

So you're one of 'em, huh?

I'm afraid so, Mr. Van Rennselaer.

As Mr. Hardman explained it, I'm to detain you till noon

when the voting closes.

Not Bergson. Ferguson!

They've started the voting, sir. You've got to hurry.

He's gotta be there. He's been there for 40 years.

Sir, please.

No, I don't want Dawson. I want Ferguson!

Well, it's all beginning to make sense now.

The opposition didn't take any chances.

What're you talking about?

I'm talking about you, friend.

'I'm remembering how we met.'

'By sheer chance out in the desert.'

'Right in the middle of nowhere.'

How you stalled by bringing me in here to pick up that plant.

You mind telling me

how you planned to get rid of me if Mr. Burke hadn't arrived?

Oh, you two gentlemen ought to shake hands.

You're both working for the same man.

Oh, you could tell me, friend.

You've won already, it doesn't make any difference now.

Shut up.

Oh, I knew it, I knew it.

Shut up, Van Rennselaer.

I've listened to you shoot your mouth off long enough.

Sure I was hired by Hardman.

'Just like Hakime, McFearson and Burke.'

Burke hadn't done his job, then I would have.

That's all I wanted to know, friend.

Oh no. There is just one more thing.

Uh, who gets the bonus? You or Mr. Burke?

Bonus?

Don't let him make you jittery, Burke.

You've done a fine job till now.

Now what bonus?

Hardman's offered an extra $5000

for the man that pins Van Rennselaer.

Looks like that's you, Burke.

'You've got another eight minutes to go.'

Make sure you keep him here.

Yes, sir. And you'll tell Mr. Hardman?

No one's gonna cheat you out of what you got coming.

Give me the key.

Hey, don't forget your cactus, junior.

And no rough stuff. Hardman doesn't like it.

QuintusQuantus Street, George. We've got five minutes. Hurry!

Yes, sir, Mr. Van Rennselaer.

Van Rennselaer?

Yeah. I've known him since he was knee high to a cactus.

You should have told me.

I'm sorry, Abby, but...

Ah there's nothing to be sorry about, my boy.

This calls for a celebration. A slight libation.

See now, we can, uh..

Oh! Oh dear.

Oh, I've been looking all over for you.

Well, hi, Jeannie.

You remember Mr. Burke.

There you are, sir.

- Why, thank you. - You're more than welcome.

How is this possible?

I'm the president of the railroad.

All I want is one miserable traffic manager.

Ferguson!

Mr. Van Rennselaer, they're waiting.

Ferguson!

Is that you?

Is it really you?

Where's my boy?

Yes! Corney junior! Where is he?

I'm right here, father.

Put him on. Let me speak to him.

Not there, father. Here.

Behind you.

I want you to meet my fiancee.

Delighted! Any time.

- Her name is Abigail. - Good for her.

Soon as you've cast your vote

I'll give you the darndest wedding you ever saw.

Uh, excuse me, Mr. Van Rensselaer.

It's noon. You're free to go.

I'm in no hurry.

Well, then if you don't mind

I'll run along and pick up my bonus money.

Uh, remember me to your father.

I will.

'I just wanna say that you've been very co-operative and..'

Thank you.

You're most welcome.

♪ Who is the tall dark stranger there ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail to who knows where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion ♪

♪ Gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as the handle on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind in Oregon ♪

♪ Blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ River boat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare the well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ River boat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪♪