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Hey, Joe, where was it we met?

The Panhandle?

Why don't you try Juarez?

No, it wasn't Juarez.

We got company.

- Company? - 'Hold it, don't move.'

A Warner Brothers Television Production.

I'll make it five dollars, gentlemen.

Well, I'll call.

Well, I ain't risking my last five bucks. I'm folding.

Me, too.

You know, Wingate, you came in here to, uh..

Escape the storm.

Out of the goodness of my heart, I invited you

to sit in with the boys here into our poker game.

I see you've won nearly all our money.

Maverick, you're breaking my heart.

But proceed.

Well, I'd be willing to bet all the cash

we have left in the game on this one hand showdown.

Oh, no, you don't.

- Nothing doing. - Ah, take it easy, boys.

Is it a bet?

A sucker's bet for me

but how can I refuse an old friend.

Hey, now, just a minute.

Not bad.

Let me see, Slim.

Well, um..

Looks like I can risk my last five dollars.

Boys?

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, twenty-five..

Thirty-five.

I suspect I'm being taken advantage of

but a bet's a bet. Calling.

Full house. Tight on aces.

Not quite good enough.

Four kings.

Well, the dust storm seems to be letting up.

I'll be on my way.

And thank you for your hospitality, gentlemen.

Don't mention it.

So, he was gonna be easy pickings.

- Huh? - Well.

And we're cleaned out of 3 months wages.

Six hundred and thirty dollars.

Somebody get a rope.

Oh, n-now, take it easy, fellas.

We ran into a little bad luck, that's all.

'You can't blame that on me.'

Oh, yeah? Well, I'm blaming you.

You'd better not do anything you're liable to be sorry for.

On your feet, Maverick.

Now, just take it easy, fellas.

Ah, we've got something in common.

Oh, yeah? Go on and name it.

Uh, a need for money.

Say, would you boys be interested in a job

if I could dig one up?

Doing what?

Well, I saw a big herd this morning.

That storm probably held it up.

And I might be able to con the owner into, uh

well, you know, work out some kind of a deal.

I'll see you boys later.

Oh, not so fast, Maverick.

I think I'll go along with you.

Yeah, well, uh, I'd be glad to have you, Red.

Watch out he don't skid out on you, Red.

If he does, he'll be the only man to outrun a bullet.

Let's go.

Now, remember, Maverick, I'll be out here watching and waiting.

I'll be thinking of you every minute, Red.

'Hello there.'

'Got another room for a stranger?'

Let's have a look at you.

Howdy.

You step down.

Chuck, take care of the stranger's horse.

Thank you.

Evening, ma'am. My name's Bart Maverick.

Connie Coleman. Our trail boss Joe Vermillion.

- 'Hello, there.' - My brother, Jimmy.

- Hi. - Hello, Jimmy.

Harry, get him some Spare ribs.

Uh, no Spare ribs for me, thanks. Just some coffee.

- I'll get it. - Oh, sit down.

Thank you, ma'am.

Well, that, uh..

Twister stir up your cattle much?

No. My boys know their business.

Thanks.

I prefer "Connie" to "Ma'am."

Connie.

Traveling from where to where?

We don't question our guests, Joe.

Now, you hired me to boss

your trail drive to Abilene, Miss Connie.

It's my job to find out about strangers.

He's right. I'm traveling from Abilene to San Antone.

See, your face looks awful familiar to me

but I just can't tack that name "Joe Vermillion" to it.

Uh, just a friendly question.

The name Joe Vermillion's been listed on the payroll's

of the Sixth Cavalry at Fort Bliss

for the past eight years.

I was mustered out last fall.

My father's Sergeant George Vermillion.

My mother's full-blooded Cheyenne.

What did you say your business was in Abilene?

I just delivered a herd to Abilene.

'Oh, then you're a rancher.'

No, I'm in the insurance business.

'I have a crew of hardened Indian fighters.'

Uh, oh, some ex-Texas rangers among them.

I guarantee delivery of the herd in Abilene intact

'without any loss to Indians or outlaws.'

That makes you a luxury. We have no trouble to speak of.

Well, Colonel Goodnight wouldn't agree with that.

Just last month, some outlaws ran off

fifteen hundred head of his from the Cimarron.

'Killed three of his riders.'

You told father there was nothing to worry about, Joe.

Hey, uh, is this your first drive

on the Chisholm Trail, Connie?

Yeah, father always left Jimmy and me to run the ranch

and he made the drives.

Horse threw him. Busted his leg.

So Connie decided she take over. We take over.

Where do you keep these tough fighters of yours?

Oh, we're camped up in the hills a few miles back.

You just happened to mosey over this way?

Oh, no. We saw your herd before the storm hit.

I just rode down to see if I couldn't sell you my services.

The answer is no.

It's not your say, Joe. What's your proposition?

How many head in the herd?

Three thousand.

I'll guarantee safe delivery of the whole herd at Abilene

uh, per dollar a head. That's $3,000.

That's pretty steep.

Well, beef sells for $20 at the rail head in Abilene.

You're delivering $60,000 worth.

I'd call that pretty cheap insurance.

This drive has gotta go through.

If we lose the herd, we lose the ranch and everything.

I don't have to get paid until delivery.

Well, I have enough cash with me

if I can make a deal at 2,500.

I'll tell you what I'll do with you, Connie.

I'll cut you, high card whether it's 2,500 or 3,000.

Oh, that's a queen.

That's going to be pretty hard to beat.

Ace.

Well, it's a pleasure to do business with you

Connie, Jimmy.

I'll put the boys on the payroll first thing in the morning.

Thanks for the coffee. Night.

I really don't like that at all.

I-it's a bit too risky.

'What about you, Tanner?'

The risk don't bother me none, Joe.

It's that miserly 10 percent cut.

We think it should be a bit higher.

Quite a bit higher considering the important roles

that Ursula and I have to play.

So, you're all putting the bite on for more money, huh?

Alright, I'm a reasonable man.

How much do you want?

A 50 percent cut.

You've crushed his skull.

He's dead.

Maybe you'd like a taste of the iron hand, too, major?

No, no.

Now, how much of a percentage

do you and Ursula feel you're entitled to?

Well, 10-10 percent will be splendid, uh, won't it, Ursula?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Morning, Connie.

Good morning, Bart. Your boys ready?

All set. Now, I'm gonna have riders on both flanks.

I'm gonna scout ahead.

My orders for your men

are to keep the cattle bunched together.

I don't want any stragglers.

You boss your crew. That's my herd.

I run it the way I think best.

No offense, ma'am. Not this early anyway.

Come on, boys.

I haven't seen Joe Vermillion around.

Didn't quit, did he?

He rode on last night to Fort Worth

to scout water and graze for the herd.

That's fine, now, suppose you just

hightail it back to the herd.

If I run into any trouble out here

I want just one hide to worry about, mine.

The cattle are bunched as ordered, sir.

They're composed of steers and heifers.

I'm a woman, not a heifer, in case you hadn't noticed, mister.

Well, Red, you and Jimmy scout ahead

while I try to de-feather this crow.

Keep your powder dry, chum.

Alright, now, look here, Bart Maverick... Now, hold on.

Been some unshod ponies around here recently.

Indians.

Well, they can't be around now.

Jimmy and Red went right on through. They didn't jump them.

Maybe they saw something they wanted more.

'What's that?'

A woman. Hold on to this and stay put.

That's an order.

Bart.

Run for it, Connie!

Run for it!

Thanks for waiting for me, Connie.

Oh, I want you around.

I wanna see how you're going to de-feather this crow.

You alright, sis?

I'm still shaking a little.

Ah, you turned up sort of sudden, didn't you, Joe?

Usually do when I hear shooting.

Well, those Comanches let Jimmy and Red

ride right through their ambush.

They seemed to wait for me.

Being part Indian, perhaps you could explain that.

You never can tell what an Indian's gonna do.

Alright, let's move them out of here, fast.

Hey. Hey.

Night.

The herd's bunched and bedded down as ordered, sir.

Well, that's just fine.

Thinking deep thoughts?

Just giving a little quiet thanks.

Tell me.

That those Indians weren't better shots.

At Abilene, I'll owe you $3,000.

I've got 3,500 with me.

Heads says I owe you $2,500.

Tails 35.

Alright, I'll take that bet.

Why, it's heads.

It's lady's luck.

Goodnight, Bart.

Good morning. Is this the Coleman herd?

Sure is, mister.

I'm Connie Coleman. What can I do for you?

Here, my good man, hold my horse.

Uh, I'm Major Brooks Innescourt, Miss Coleman.

Uh, um, my daughter, Ursula.

I was wondering if you'd be kind enough

to allow us to travel with you as far as the Red River.

Uh, my brother Charles and I have a spread

west of Doan's crossing.

That's a real animal, major.

'Thank you, Miss Coleman.'

I had that prize bull shipped specially

from England via New Orleans.

We hope to improve the bloodline of our Herefords.

That's why we want your protection.

Father would have a fit if anything happened to him.

We'll see him safely to the Red River, ma'am.

'Well, it'll cost you a dollar, major.'

We have a contract with Mr. Maverick her for protection.

Oh, uh, be my guest, little fella.

How very gallant, Mr. Maverick.

It's an old family tradition, Miss Ursula.

Get on. Whoo, whoo, whoo!

Expecting more Indians?

Not Comanches, but by tomorrow morning, we're likely

to be running into old Eagle Feather and his Kiowas.

- Friendly? - Friendly.

But addicted to sharp practice.

Gamblers perhaps?

Uh, you bridle your tongue, child.

No, they just think that a trail drive

should pay them a toll to cross their land.

Ten cents a head.

Old Eagle Feather, their medicine man

he does the chiseling.

You're not planning to pay it, I hope.

No, not if I don't have to.

I've got a little scheme in mind for dealing with them.

Then I'm sure we'll be fighting fire with fire, Bart.

Yeah.

You still trying to place me?

Oh, I'll figure it out.

What are you doing?

I'm making a little surprise for a business competitor.

Where did I see you, Joe?

The Panhandle?

Albuquerque?

Why don't you try Juarez?

No.

No, it wasn't Juarez.

We got company.

- Company? - Hold it, don't move.

Neck's broken.

- Where'd it get you? - It didn't.

You wait until they're all coiled up

and ready to strike and then you..

Something my Indian mother taught me.

Oh.

Goodnight, Joe.

Got a match, my good man?

Yeah, sure.

Tomorrow, we'll reach Red River.

Kiowas will be waiting.

Chief Eagle Feather?

Eagle Feather's gonna charge 50 cents a head.

The Coleman's can't afford it.

And that'll be my cue?

You wait till you get the nod from me.

I want it to go smooth.

I think I'm quite capable of handling.

I'll do the thinking.

Kiowas are blocking the trail.

Chief Eagle Feather has raised his ante.

Instead of ten cents a head, it's now 50.

That's $1500, Connie.

That's infamous.

It's worse than that. I can't afford to pay it.

Give me the cash-box.

I just told you I can't afford to pay it.

Well, neither can I. Part of that money will be mine.

'If I lose, you don't owe me a cent.'

Save us some lunch.

Miss Coleman, I think I can find a way

to solve all your problems.

Chief Eagle Feather.

Ho, ah.

Three hundred dollars. Your usual charge.

Here 300.

Here 1500.

- Me take. - 'No, wait.'

If your medicine is bigger than mine

you take the whole 1800.

But if my medicine is bigger than yours

you get no money.

Cattle passes through Kiowa lands, free.

Big deal. You take?

Maverick, him talk with two tongues.

Eagle Feather no like-um big deal.

Fifteen hundred dollar.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Faint heart.

Warriors of the Kiowas 'Chief Eagle Feather is afraid'

'to match his medicine with mine.'

'He is old.'

He is no longer mighty medicine man.

'He is woman.'

If Eagle Father is afraid then his medicine is weak.

And the Kiowas shall find a strong chief to lead them.

Let the eyes of the Maverick

see the strong medicine of Eagle Feather.

Uh, Eagle Feather's medicine is big.

Back, back, men. Big, big medicine.

Back, back, back.

Back. Further back.

Uh, chief, back. Big.

Ho ho.

- Well? - Take him, will you, Red?

Ah, the family jewels, Your Majesty.

All intact.

What? No hand to kiss? No ringing cheers?

Well, Bart, something's happened.

What?

Oh, about the most wonderful thing you could imagine.

What are you talking about?

Major Innescourt bought the herd.

And at Abilene prices.

You made a deal while I was out there?

Major, you can't possibly buy that herd at Abilene prices

and expect to come out ahead. Thanks, Red.

Oh, yes, I can.

That's a neat trick.

I've been checking the herd.

I judge that at least 2000 are heifers.

Next spring, they'll all throw calves.

Profit right there.

That is if you can afford to breed and not sell.

Beginning next June, I have a contract

with the British Government.

'We'll take all the cattle I can deliver'

in Abilene at $30 a head.

What was the market price

when you left Abilene, Mr. Maverick?

Twenty dollars.

Sixty thousand dollars.

'I'll send a man over to the ranch, Miss Coleman.'

Uh, pick up some riders. They'll take the herd off your hands.

Say, do you mind if I speak to Connie for a moment?

I-I feel sort of responsible for her.

Who says?

By all means.

Mister, your job is to protect the herd

not to butt into my business transactions.

Yeah, well, I always play a hunch, and I have one now.

- Don't take the major's deal. - Why not?

It'll save a long haul to Abilene.

You'll get your money.

That's not what worries me.

What do you know about him?

If you accept that check without investigating

you're just asking to be taken.

Investigate. How?

Joe.

Yes, Miss Connie?

What do you think of the major and his daughter?

They seem like fine folk to me.

Joe, if it was your herd

would you accept his check for 60,000?

Why not? The major's the real thing.

I've heard all about him. Got a big ranch.

Listen, the nearest settlement is Preston.

That's about 100 miles east.

The major must be well known there.

'Why don't you have him ride into Preston with you'

and get some identification before you sign over?

If you don't do that, you're just plain stupid.

If I was you, Miss Connie

I would pay this hombre off right here and now

and get rid of him before he kills the whole deal.

You're right, Joe.

Aren't you, uh, rushing things

just a little bit, Joe?

Maybe.

You afraid I'll remember where I've seen you?

You think about it during the long winter nights.

Here's your 2500, mister.

Now, saddle and ride.

Been a real pleasure... ma'am.

Alright, boys. The herd is sold.

Saddle up. We're gonna line out for Preston.

You still here?

The major gonna drive with you to Preston?

No, he isn't.

Means you're gonna take his check, huh?

It won't be necessary.

The major does his own banking.

He sent a rider to the ranch and by tomorrow night

he'll be back with some Innescourt riders

and $60,000 in cash.

That's nice going.

In that case, uh, perhaps you'll want to rehire my crew

to protect all that money on the way to Waco.

Well, I wouldn't want to tempt you, Bart.

But I will let you horn in on my good luck.

I'll flip you, double or nothing, for the 2500.

I never buck a winning streak

and you're riding a big one right now.

But in case you change your mind about that escort

you'll find me at the hotel in Preston.

Better simmer down, boys.

Hold it, gents.

You've done sufficient advertising.

The town knows you're here.

So, put up those guns and lower your temperature.

And for those of you who can't take a friendly warning

the town of Preston has a...

'Let me guess, sir.'

A nice, big, fat, unfriendly jail.

Right, marshal?

Right.

Now, you pay attention, boys.

- Hello there. - Oh, uh, howdy, mister.

The-the small rooms are two dollars

the large one's four.

I'll take one of your largest.

You gonna be in town long, Mr. Maverick?

Not more than a few days.

But I want a tubful of hot water in my room every night

starting right now.

Well, a hot tub is six bits extra.

Sold.

Boy.

Show Mr. Maverick to room 13.

Thank you.

Hey, Mr. Maverick.

That newspaper's ten cents.

Fine. Just put it on my bill.

Hold it, gents. And, ma'am.

You've done sufficient advertising.

The town knows you're here, so..

Put up those guns and lower your temperature.

Well, boys, you heard the marshal.

Supper still on?

Uh, the dining room's open till 10 o'clock, ma'am.

You have 15 minutes yet.

Thank you.

Now, that was a fast trip. Will you join me?

I overslept. It was a tough ride.

Well, in that case maybe you'd... prefer to stand.

Uh, supper for Miss Coleman, please.

Now, there's soup, buffalo steak, pie and coffee

and that's it.

How'd you make out with the major?

Kept his word. Paid me in 60,000 cash.

Well, then that's why you're here.

You decided to change your mind about

not wanting to hire my boys. That's very sensible of you.

No.

My crew wanted to hit some of the high spots.

That's all.

Maybe you're here because you just wanted

to say, "I told you so."

I'm a woman.

You are.

- Uh, Miss Coleman? - Yes, marshal?

I've got your whole crew locked up in jail, ma'am.

Marshal, those boys have been out on the trail.

After your warning, they promised me

not to get out of line. You got no call to jail 'em.

What is the charge, marshal?

Passing counterfeit ten and twenty dollar bills.

- What? - Counterfeit?

Well, that's impossible.

It's a pretty good one.

Say, marshal, have you heard of an Englishman

who calls himself Major Brooks Innescourt?

He has a daughter, a real beauty. Her name is Ursula.

They're supposed to have a spread

somewhere near the Red River crossing.

- Never heard of 'em. - Or a Cheyenne half-breed.

Calls himself Joe Vermillion.

Nope.

Well.

Joe took a job ramrodding for the major.

Say, that's why Joe headed for Fort Worth.

To get together with the major.

- Oh, no. - But if...

Your hot bath's ready, Mr. Maverick.

- Thank you, Mr. Tully. - Yes, sir.

Oh, Bart, you can't go. They've stolen the herd.

And they also have your signature

on a legally signed bill of sale.

You have got problems, ma'am.

Well, what'll I do?

Just like me.

Relax and soak all your cares away in a nice hot bath.

Yeah?

'Let me in. I've got to talk to you.'

I'm sorry, ma'am, but I am in conference.

'Bart.'

No!

Now, you cut that out.

Do you want me to call the marshal?

- Oh! - Heh, heh.

Um..

Bart, the Innescourt's have got Jimmy.

They've invited him to spend a month at their ranch.

Well, don't blame it on Jimmy.

That Ursula is mighty pretty intriguing bait.

Quit joking. Jimmy's in trouble.

They might try to kill him.

No, they're not gonna hurt the kid.

And why won't they?

Well, if you'll pardon another Maverick hunch

there is no Innescourt spread

so they're gonna have to come up with some excuse

to convince Jimmy that they've got to drive

that herd to Abilene.

He won't be hurt until at least they get there.

What makes you so sure?

Because the major's a crook.

He's most likely gonna need some identification

for the cattle buyer in Abilene.

Uh, Jimmy signed the bill of sale along with you

and I'm sure that dear Ursula will see to it

that he vouches for the major.

That cattle drive's way ahead of us right now.

Look, we haven't got a moment to lose.

You round up your crew and we'll go after them and hurry.

You.. Like this?

Now, hold on just a minute, Connie.

If we do reach the Innescourt's, there's gonna be gun-play

and that means double wages for my crew.

I've already paid you 2500.

Yeah, but you fired me. This is a whole new deal.

How much?

Bart, you know all the money I've got left is counterfeit.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. That is tough.

If we get the herd back, I'll pay you 3000.

You'll gamble with me, won't you?

Uh, I'd love to, darlin', but this is a business deal.

Alright, you've had your chance.

Come in, marshal.

Mr. Maverick?

Uh, hello there, marshal.

Mr. Maverick, you're under arrest.

Oh, stop talking nonsense.

Miss Coleman has sworn out a warrant charging you

with fraud, embezzlement and collusion

'in helping the Innescourt's steal her cattle.'

You can't pull this thing on me.

Sorry. Judge Bruce signed the warrant.

I gotta lock you up.

Of course, Bart, if you were to take your crew

and get my herd back, it would sort of prove your innocence.

Marshal, that's blackmail.

You might say so.

Uh, how about it?

I'll, uh, I'll take you up on it.

Now, not so fast. Mr. Maverick's under arrest.

I can't let him go unless he puts up bail.

Well, marshal, I can withdraw my charges, can't I?

Well, yes, ma'am.

When the judge gets back from his buffalo hunt

'uh, sometime next month.'

Uh, uh, how-how much is the bail?

Two thousand dollars.

Connie, you could, uh, advance me 2,000, couldn't you?

In counterfeit money?

My wallet is in my jacket.

Well, it'll just be five days of hard riding, that's all.

And $100 in it for each of you.

If we get the herd back for Miss Connie. And if we don't?

Just more calluses.

Beats me.

Oh, barkeep, set 'em up for the boys, will you?

Look, I'm sorry, Mr. Maverick.

We'd like to help you out, but..

Yeah, real sorry.

Uh, room for one more?

Your deal.

No tracks moving west, Connie. Just north to Abilene.

Then we'll make tracks north, too.

Connie.

- Connie. - Oh, go away.

Well, it's time to hit the trail.

You said I could sleep two hours.

And that was four hours ago.

I'll toss you, double or nothing.

- Max. - Hmm?

- Max. - Hmm?

Let her sleep one more hour.

Then toss water on her if you have to.

I'm gonna ride over to Caldwell, see what I can find out.

You and the boys meet me there about 9 o'clock.

Hmm.

Connie.

This is Mr. Purdy. He's a cattle buyer.

Ma'am, I do my buying down here

to get the jump on the boys in Abilene.

Yep, he bought the herd from the major

just this morning.

But they stole that herd from me and my brother.

Paid us in counterfeit money.

That's what Mr. Maverick's been telling me.

The major's at the hotel.

I suggest we go see him and clear this thing up.

Good idea.

Jimmy. Surprise.

Hey, sis. This is great. What are you doing here?

Jimmy, the major paid us off in counterfeit money.

- Counterfeit? What do you mean? - Where's the major now?

Well, he's up in his hotel suite with Ursula. Why? What...

Come on, let's go have a talk with him.

Alright, boys, you're on the town.

- Who is it? - 'Honey, it's me, Jimmy.'

Oh, just a minute, Jimmy.

Oh... come in.

What a lovely surprise.

I think you might have warned me, Jimmy.

Are these the folks your pa bought the herd from, ma'am?

Why, yes, Mr. Purdy.

From Miss Coleman and her brother Jimmy.

- Where's your father? - My father?

He-he went out about an hour ago.

Jimmy, I don't quite see...

The money your father paid sis was counterfeit.

Oh, really.

'Don't be so ridiculous.'

You planning on taking a fast stage somewhere, Miss Ursula?

Did you pay for that cattle by check, Mr. Purdy?

Yep, $60,000 on the Cattleman's Bank in Abilene.

That's where the major's headed

to cash that check in a hurry, isn't he?

I refuse to listen to any more of this ridiculous talk.

Will you please leave at once.

Be glad to.

Mr. Purdy, uh, you'd better get to that bank

and stop payment on that check of yours.

Uh, you just hold your horses, friend.

I made a bona fide buy from Major Innescourt

and Jimmy Coleman here not only vouched for the major

'but signed the bill of sale as a witness.'

We told you that money was counterfeit.

Only got your word for it, ma'am.

Miss Innescourt says different.

I most certainly do.

Have you got any of the money with you, ma'am?

Of course not. The marshal in Preston impounded all of it.

Well, I made a business deal fair and square

and I think the law would say that I don't hold the bag.

'If you've got any complaints, you'd better'

'take them up with the major, ma'am.'

Would you please close the door when you leave?

Now, suppose you and I have a little chat.

Get out of here, you ignorant clodhopper.

Get out.

Look, gentlemen, I'm a busy man. I haven't got all...

Please be patient, Mr. Purdy. She'll be right down.

What happened then, Jimmy?

In a couple hours after sis rode off with the crew

an Innescourt rider came tearin' up to tell us

that there was hoof-and-mouth disease at the ranch.

So naturally, the major couldn't drive the herd there

he had to sell them.

Don't you see through it, Mr. Purdy?

I hear words, but no proof.

It's not my problem.

What about Joe Vermillion?

Well, Joe was the one who first said

that the cattle had to be sold.

You know, come to think of it

he and the major got awful chummy.

Yeah, that fits.

If I could only remember where I saw Joe.

Oh, here she comes.

Here's your proof, Mr. Purdy.

Why... why, she admits the money is counterfeit.

And that she and the major worked for Joe Vermillion.

- Joe is the boss? - 'That's right.'

I just can't believe that Ursula..

Jimmy, you better brace yourself.

Ursula is not the major's daughter.

She's his wife.

Alright, ma'am, I'm convinced.

The major can't get to Abilene before the bank closes

so we can get there before it opens in the morning.

The bank closes at 5:00, but during buying season

it opens again nights, 7:00 to 9:00.

We'd better get to our horses.

- We made it. - Yeah.

Just a moment, gentlemen. I'll take your guns.

- What for? - Town ordinance.

We're just going in the bank for...

You can pick them up at the marshal's office

when you leave.

- ' "Closed for supper." ' - Bad omen.

I-I don't like it, Joe. I don't like it.

I don't care what you like.

Let's go have some supper.

- 'It still isn't open.' - It will be.

You got nothing to worry about.

All you do is go and cash the check

I give you your cut, and you're long gone.

You got nothing to worry about.

- Alright. - Pull yourself together.

Good evening. I'm Major Brooks Innescourt.

I'd like to cash this check.

Uh, i-it's for a herd I sold Mr. Purdy.

I'd like 1000 in 20s and the rest in 100s, please.

Well, I'm sorry, major.

Mr. Purdy stopped payment on this check.

- Stopped payment? Why? - I don't know.

'I'll give you three guesses, major.'

You're under arrest, both of you.

Oh, I've placed you now.

Wells Fargo holdup. Silver City.

- I'll take him, Maverick. - Oh, no, marshal.

This bird's my prisoner.

The Cheyenne cut off his hand for stealing.

It's an old custom, supposed to discourage criminals

but it didn't work with you, did it, Joe?

The Wells Fargo people offer a $5000 reward

for him, stage robbery.

You better pick up Innescourt and his wife.

Come on, you $5000 jackpot.

Lock him up, Jack, I'll be along soon.

Thank you, marshal.

Sure you won't come with us, Bart?

I'd like to, Connie, but business first.

I have to stop off at Caldwell and pick up

my $2000 bail money from Marshal Richter.

And then I have to deliver Iron Hand

to the Wells Fargo office in Santa Fe.

- 2000 from the marshal. - Mm-hmm.

- 5000 for Iron Hand. - Yeah.

And the 3000 you gouged out of us for getting the major.

- Oh. - Not bad.

Oh, it's just the Maverick touch.

I'll flip you for our 3000.

Double or nothing?

Uh, suppose I do the flipping this time.

Lady gets to call.

That sounds fair enough.

Heads.

There you are.

So long, Bart.

- And thanks. - Connie.

- Maverick. - Good luck, Jimmy.

Here's, uh, something to remember me by.

Here's something to remember me by.

Well, she's a great girl, Maverick.

Yeah, fine gal, marshal.

Real spirit, too.

Nobody's gonna get the best of her.

You forget the old Maverick touch.

Marshal. You're right.

Nobody's gonna get the best of that gal.

♪ 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 a handle on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind in Oregon ♪

♪ Blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Atlanta belle ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Atlanta belle ♪

♪ 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 ♪♪