All language subtitles for Maverick S01E19

If you can't find
Buckner, what then?

You gonna stop them
when they ride in?

Well, don't feel
too bad about it.

Maybe your town
isn't that important.

Towns like this all
die out sooner or later.

They don't leave
too many mourners.

A few leaning headboards to prove
that men were here long enough to die.

A few rotting
walls left standing.

I guess it really
isn't worth dying for.

Some of the hundreds
of thousands of cattle...

driven up the dusty trail from
Texas to the Kansas railheads...

in the 1870s.

The trip was hard on
men and beef alike.

So the drive sometimes stopped
a while in Southern Kansas...

where the water was
free and the grass green.

They had some pretty good poker
games in those towns along the way.

And Kiowa City was one of them.

A town made prosperous
by the trail drivers.

A prosperity they
weren't always happy with.

The trail hands felt they were
cheated in the stores and saloons.

Townspeople felt that the
cowhands were a bunch of savages.

I don't know about that.

But they weren't very
good poker players.

- Well, boys?
- I don't think...

See you.

How many of them kings you
sneak off the bottom of that deck?

You know, friend, a man can lose
more than his money with talk like that.

I'll say it again.

You deal crooked.

I'm gonna kill you, Mr. Tinhorn.

Thanks, marshal.
You just saved a life.

I'm not sure just whose.

I'm a great believer
in peace and quiet.

I think I'll go to bed...

before some of his Texas friends
decide to pick up the argument.

Come on, boys,
give me a hand here.

The only difference between
day and night on Trail Street...

is that the nights
are just a little noisier.

Not much noisier.

But this morning, it
was quiet. Too quiet.

Maverick.

You're better
keeping off the streets.

A shootout?

- Who?
- Marshal Hardie, Jack Wade.

Why?

Walt buffaloed one of
Wade's hands last night.

Killed it.

The man in the saloon?

That's the one.

Died early this morning.

Where is Walt?

Holed up in the jail.

It won't do him much good.
Wade will pry him out somehow.

And Wade?

Ain't sure.

I think he's having
breakfast down at Lil's place.

Ain't nothing like having a
breakfast before you kill a man.

Walt's a good man. He'll
take Wade in a fair draw.

Don't think there's gonna be
anything fair about this, do you?

Thank you, Mr. Somers.

Going someplace?

Uh, visiting a sick friend.

Don't stay long, it
might be catching.

Walt, open up,
it's me, Maverick.

You taking a hand in this?

- I would if I thought it would help.
- It wouldn't.

What did you come here for?

See if I could talk
some sense into you.

You know, that rifle is no good,
what you need is a Gatling gun.

Maybe.

Seeing as you don't
have a Gatling...

why don't you just stay
out till this thing blows over?

- I'm not afraid of Jack Wade.
- Nobody said you were.

But you can't lick
the whole outfit.

And I counted over a
dozen trail hands out there.

If I run, Wade's boys
will hoorah the town.

Sure as you're
born, they hoorah it.

I suppose they do.

The town is paying
me to see they don't.

Anyway...

if I run, I can't come back.

A marshal's wages are pretty
poor pay for getting killed.

I knew what I was getting
into when I took the job.

You better get out
before the music starts.

If I hadn't drawn
those three kings...

none of this would be happening.

- If you think I can help, Walt...
- I said you couldn't.

If I can keep this just one
man against one man...

I'll have a chance.

The two of us will be
asking for a shootout.

You better go
out there with this.

Wade sees a shotgun, he might
decide to parley instead of shooting.

Keep one eye on Red Scanlon.

I still say they're not
paying you enough.

You'd better get off
the street, Mr. Buckner.

- Sir?
- There's going to be some shooting.

Who?

Hardie and Jack Wade.

Well, isn't anyone going
to do anything to stop it?

How are you with a .45?

- What?
- I said can you use a gun?

Uh, no, no, of course not.

That's the only way
anybody's gonna stop this.

With guns. Plenty of them.

You'd better get on to
your shop, Mr. Buckner.

I see you coming
out of Hardie's office.

You couldn't miss seeing me.

You buying cards in this game?

No, poker is my game.

Glad to hear that. You
can pass the word around.

There will be no more trouble
in town after this is over...

so long as nobody
kicks up a fuss.

I was wondering,
will it be a fair fight?

Your marshal hit
our boy from behind.

Nice, harmless kid.

Call that a fair fight?

Where is Wade?

Leave Wade alone.

I didn't expect to run
into so many friends...

came out without my gun.

I'll put it on as soon
as I have breakfast.

Wade inside?

No gun.

Hello, Bret.

Hi, Lil.

What do you want?

I wanna make a deal.

- About Hardie?
- Yup.

- Hardie's dead.
- Not yet.

What time he has left don't
make much difference. He's dead.

Won't you let him ride out,
Wade? He won't come back.

It'll do you just as
much good to say you

ran him out of town,
as it would to kill him.

Why not, Jack?

- Hardie killed one of my hands.
- It was an accident.

Hardie's a good man.

You always liked him.

He should've got out
as soon as that boy died.

He should've known
I'd be after him.

Why didn't the fool get out
when he had the chance?

He won't ride because he's
afraid you'll tree the town.

- If I say I won't?
- He'll ride out. I'll make him.

If Hardie rides out, you're
out of the cow business, Wade.

What do you think the boys
are gonna feel about this?

You got 5000 head
bedded down at the flats.

If he's alive tonight, you'll be
riding herd on those cows all alone.

You won't have a crew.

What's the matter with you,
Red? Trying to stir up a killing?

Those trail hands expect
the boss to act like one.

If he don't, they'll quit him.

I don't aim to lose
my 10 percent cut.

If we have to kill a louse to keep our
crew loyal, kill him, he's got it coming.

Don't listen to him, Jack.

Stay out of this.

If your old man was alive, he'd
have this town cleaned out by now.

You don't have to tell me
what my old man would do.

Looks to me like I do.

All right, you told me.

Get out of here, Maverick.

- No deal?
- No deal.

Must gravel a man.

Holding on to a
spread like yours...

and still taking orders from a
third-rate gunslinger like Red.

You want some, Maverick?

You want it now?

Still no gun, no breakfast.

They're not gonna
stop at killing Hardie.

I saw it in their
faces this morning.

The devil's lose and
Hardie is just the beginning.

- Take it easy, Gus.
- Take it easy. Take it easy.

It's not likely they'll bust up your
place like they'll bust up mine.

My place is all I got and
they're gonna bust it up.

I seen it in their
eyes this morning.

Do you have any
coffee on the stove?

Yeah, but it's not ready yet.

I got a stomachache.
Knots inside.

Did you see Hardie?

Yeah, that's what's
making me sick.

You think Wade's bunch is
gonna pull out after it's over?

Mm-mm. Wade will wanna pull out.

The way I see it, he'd like to pull
out right now. Scanlon won't let him.

There's a man that
needs killing, that Red.

You don't think he'll
bust up the town, do you?

Anyone thinking
about stopping him?

This is no better than murder,
we've got to do something.

- I said we've got to do something.
- George.

- This ain't Ohio.
- What's Ohio got to with it?

Folks think and act different
back where you come from.

- But surely, the townspeople...
- The townspeople ain't gonna do a thing.

Think they'd stand up
against them trail hands?

Why, those boys will chew
them down fine and spit them out.

I'm not saying it's right.

It just happens to
be the way things be.

Isn't that Walt Hardie's woman?

Yeah.

- Mr. Wade.
- Yes?

I'm Walt Hardie's wife.

Go home, Mrs. Hardie.

If you'll just listen
to me a minute.

My husband didn't
mean to hurt that boy.

He just hit him a little
too hard. He didn't mean it.

Walt's not a mean man.

He's kind.

Mr. Wade, don't hurt my husband.

Get her away from here.

If you and Walt would
just sit down together...

maybe have a
drink or something...

to talk it over like folks,
that's all, Mr. Wade.

If you'll just talk together,
try to understand.

No, Mr. Wade. No, no.

You're a young man.

You don't wanna live with
this the rest of your life.

Here, take care of her.

No. Stop him.

Somebody, stop him! No. No!

All right, Hardie, come on out.

What's on your mind, Jack?

You killed one of my boys.

Get him, Red.

That does it.

Let's go get a drink.

You feeling hostile?

You always have somebody
do your killing for you, Wade?

Maverick's a real gambler,
likes to push his luck.

Shut up, Red.

I wasn't afraid, if that's
what you're getting at.

Then why didn't you
give him a chance?

Because he didn't
have one coming.

He didn't give my
trail hand a chance.

Your boys feel pretty
good again now, huh?

That's right.

Now stay out of my way.

I'll ask you again.
You buying in?

You'll know if I do.

Oh? How?

I'll never turn my back to you.

You saw it?

This was murder.

Cold, deliberate murder.

But what are you
gonna do about it?

There's not much as
time can do, Mr. Buckner.

Most of the people in this
town don't even own a gun.

Those who do don't
know how to use one.

If anyone tries
to do anything...

just mean more people killed.

Like Walt was.

Is that all this
means to any of you?

Can you see a man murdered
in cold blood and forget it?

Simmer down, George.

There ain't nothing we can do.

Well, I'll do something.

I'll make Jack Wade's
name a byword for cowardice.

I'll label him a
back-shooting assassin.

Make Kansas so hard for him, he'll never
again drive a herd up here from Texas.

You do that, George, and
you're as good as dead.

The marshal fell mortally wounded
without a chance to return a shot.

The assassins then adjourned
to the Idle Hour Saloon...

where they drank several
glasses of whiskey...

before riding out to their
camp on Kiowa Flats.

Set that up on a
broadside, get it circulated.

You're buying yourself
a lot of grief, George.

I'll handle the
grief as it comes.

For a segundo, you do
a side of loafing, Red.

I'm thinking.

Good water, good
grass hereabouts.

Wouldn't hurt none to lay
the herd over another day.

- It ain't what's on your mind.
- Ain't it?

You're looking for more
killing, more trouble.

No, sir.

I just don't like to leave
grassfire smoldering behind me.

There's to be no more
trouble in Kiowa City.

- You're the boss.
- Somebody load that wagon, let's roll.

Can't till Harry gets back from
town, sent him in for some flour.

Hyah! Hyah!

Son, where'd you get this?

Mr. Buckner gave me
two bits to deliver them.

Said to give one
to every man I saw.

- You read this?
- I told you to look out for Buckner.

He's a rabbit, but he brays
like a Rocky Mountain canary...

loud enough to
bring down the roof.

They probably can't be stopped
now but at least it can be avoided.

Where are you going?

Well, I'm gonna pack my things and ride
out before Wade and his outfit ride in.

You're that scared of him?

Me? Scared of Wade and
50 well-armed trail hands?

Perish the thought.

"Shortly before 9:00, Jack
Wade emerged from Lil's hotel.

A heart-rending scene ensued
as Mrs. Hardie pleaded with him...

for the life of her husband."

That's pretty strong stuff.

"Brutally ignoring the cries
of the distressed woman...

Wade and his gunman Red
Scanlon proceeded to the town jail...

where Wade called
Marshal Hardie to come out.

As Hardie appeared, Wade
engaged him in conversation...

then Scanlon open fire.

The marshal fell mortally wounded
without a chance to return a shot.

The assassins..."

- Who put this out?
- I don't know, a kid gave it to me.

Pretty rough medicine. You know
what Whiskey Jack would do...

- if he was alive?
- We might pull out of this.

That town will be up a tree
before he was through with it.

Towns like this been
cheating and belittling

our kind since
the first trail drive.

They take our money
and hate us for every dime.

Your pa never
forgave them for that.

I said leave my
old man out of this.

Tell the boys to saddle
up, we're riding into town.

You run off 50 or 60
more of those broadsides.

Gonna take them up to the capital with me
and spread them around the state offices.

We wanna talk to
you, Mr. Buckner.

Not now. I'm packing to
leave on a coach for Topeka.

Raise the devil and now
you're flying to hide in church.

- What do you mean?
- Did you ever see a town getting treed?

- Treed?
- Ripped to bits.

Looting, burning, tearing
everything to flinders.

That's what's gonna happen
here in Kiowa if Wade rides in.

- Then I hope he does ride in.
- Blast your eyes!

You'll take up arms to
defend your property...

when you wouldn't
move to save a man's life.

If Wade and his trail
tramps do wreck Kiowa...

it will be because you gentlemen
are too cowardly to defend it.

Good day.

A regular game cock, ain't he?

What's he going to Topeka for?

Rouse up the
governor against Wade.

Hasn't he done enough
rousting for one day?

Going someplace, Maverick?

Considering to.

You've been considering wrong.

No one rides out.

- Well, what if one does?
- Liable to meet with an accident.

Well, like the bear
said to the trap:

"I'll stay because of my foot."

How far do you have to be
pushed before you get mad?

Pretty far. Just why are
you pushing so hard?

I don't like the way
you wear your head.

It's too high and
your neck's too stiff.

I just don't like you, Maverick.
I see you're wearing your gun.

Just in case I run
across a snake.

Yes, sir.

There's nothing like a good wet down
before you drag your herd, Mr. Wade.

Got a long, dry spell ahead.

A man has to get
a little liquor in.

Just to face the idea of
choosing them cows up the trail.

Best liquor in the house, Mr. Wade.
Saving it for my best customers.

- All right?
- Everything's fine.

Who wrote this, Gus?

It's none of my doing, Mr. Wade.

Well, drink up, boys.

Everything is on the house.

I ask you. Who wrote this?

Mr. Wade, I tell you, I didn't.

- Who wrote it?
- I swear, I don't know, Mr. Wade.

Gus, are you
trying to poison me?

Why, Mr. Wade, I...

See if that tastes like
drinking liquor to you.

Tastes like sheep-dip,
if you ask me.

You fixing to bust up my place?

All right, boys.

- Wait a minute.
- Hold it.

Gus just remembered
something, didn't you, Gus?

His name is Buckner.
Runs the print shop.

Where will we find him?

He's going out on the night coach, going to
the governor about Hardie's being killed.

All right, boys, bust it up.

Please, boys. Don't
bust it. Don't bust it.

Where's Buckner?

Mr. Buckner ain't here.

Don't fool me. Where is he?

- He left town.
- He ain't had time to leave town.

Make him talk.

What good is it gonna
do for you to keep quiet?

Where did Buckner go?

He passed out.

He's dead. Shouldn't
have hit him so hard.

Let's go.

They were after me and he
wouldn't tell them where I was.

You heard them?

- Why didn't you come in?
- I couldn't. I was afraid.

I wanted to. Believe me, I wanted
to. I started to a couple of times.

I couldn't.

Tried to make my hand
take hold of the door latch.

All I could do was
just stand there...

and listen to the sounds.

When the sounds
stopped, I came in.

They were gone. I found Charlie.

I know they'd have stopped
if I'd come in. I know that.

But I couldn't
help him, Maverick.

I wanted to but I just couldn't force
myself to walk through that door.

Why couldn't you have stopped to
think before you sounded off with this?

A man who shouts brave and loud
and then runs when he gets answered...

that man makes me sick.

- What are you gonna do?
- I don't know.

I ought to turn you over to Wade before
your fool antics gets more people killed.

You haven't any
right to do that.

Let go.

Anyone but you. You haven't
any right to turn me over.

What do you mean?

We're two of a kind.

You and I, we both
let our friends be killed.

We were both afraid,
Maverick, and you know it.

Get away from me.

You can't condemn me, Maverick.
Not without condemning yourself.

Maverick.

That's far enough.

- Don't get proddy.
- You've been drinking tiger milk?

Shut up, Red. Where's Buckner?

How would I know?

Don't lie to me.

I don't think I heard you right.

Maybe you can hear me better.

You're not fast enough to hit
me from where you're standing.

Try to get any
closer and I'll kill you.

Heh. That's a gambler's bluff.

It might be.

- Hold it.
- Let me try him, Wade.

I said hold it.

You side with the wrong people.

I'm a fence straddler, Wade.
I don't side with anybody.

I just like to be left alone.

See that you don't slip off of
that fence onto the wrong side.

Spread the word around.

If Buckner gets out of Kiowa...

I'm gonna take this town apart.

You tell folks that.

I'm gonna tree this town like
no town ever got treed before.

You tell them if I don't have
Buckner in my hands by 9:00 tonight...

I'm taking the town.

I knew he was gonna wreck me.

That's why I told
him about Buckner.

Tried to save my
property, that's all.

Just tried to keep
from getting busted...

but he went ahead
anyhow and busted.

Busted it good.

Well, you did
your best to save it.

It wasn't worth it.

Nothing's worth
feeling the way I do now.

Feeling brave?

- Some.
- Don't get too brave.

I'm telling you, I'm through being
scared by men like Wade and Scanlon.

It's not a good way to feel.

Are you afraid of him?

I should be, so I guess I am.

- You let Wade push you around.
- Did I?

He pushed you around
like he pushed the rest of us.

He stood out there and dared you
to do something about Walt Hardie.

That's pushing.

A man's a fool to call a hand
when he knows he's beat.

- That's one of the rules of my business.
- Just what is your business?

Staying alive,
enjoying good food...

- an untroubled mind and a good digestion.
- Is that all?

When my brother and I
left home, my pappy said:

"If either one of you
comes back with a medal...

I'll beat you to death."

Gus.

You sure turned the devil loose
when you told about Buckner.

- Now we can't find him nowhere.
- What do you plan to do if you find him?

Why, turn him over to Wade.

Only thing we can do now.

- It's either that or the whole town goes.
- He shouldn't have writ that about Wade.

He had no right to do
that. Not if he runs, after.

If you can't find
Buckner, what then?

You gonna stop them
when they ride in?

Well, don't feel
too bad about it.

Maybe your town
isn't that important.

Towns like this all
die out sooner or later.

They don't leave
too many mourners.

A few leaning headboards to prove
that men were here long enough to die.

A few rotting
walls left standing.

I guess it really
isn't worth dying for.

- Any sign?
- No.

Threw men on each of the
roads, put the rest to the outfit...

working the washes where a
man might try to sneak through.

That Buckner, he's either
got jackrabbit blood...

and he's halfway to Topeka
or else he ain't left town.

And I don't think he has.

I declare, I can
almost smell him.

If he's in there, we'll root him out.
If we don't, I'll turn the hands loose.

You reckon those
people will fight?

- Maybe.
- That ought to make for a real hoedown.

Might be somebody who get
killed. I'm short-handed as it is.

Trail hands comes cheap.

When do we start the ball?

I gave him until 9:00 to turn
up Buckner. We'll wait till then.

- How did you get in here?
- In the back way.

Well, you're just getting
out the same way.

Did anyone see you come up here?

No, I don't think so.

You don't think so? You got
your own neck in a noose...

now you're trying to fit mine
in it and you "don't think so"?

There wasn't any place to go.

Come back here.

It'll be dark soon.
You're gonna leave then.

Go on. Sit down.

You can't blame me for attacking Jack
Wade the way I did. He murdered a man.

I can blame you when you knew you didn't
have the backbone to take consequences.

I believe in the
law. The law says...

There isn't any law out here except what
a man can make and enforce for himself.

It can't last long, but
that's the way it is for now.

Jack Wade's been living
by his own rules all his life.

Got enough horses in his
remuda to mount a regiment.

Forty or 50 men who treat
him like king of the mountain.

If you're gonna talk to a
man like that about laws...

you better be
ready to back it up.

What will he do to me?

Kill you.

Well, what did you expect?

I thought the men in this town
would stand behind what I did.

It just doesn't seem right to let
an innocent like you get killed.

- Where are you going?
- To see if I can make a deal.

- Deal? What kind of a deal?
- I don't know.

I'll think of something. I hope.

What if you told Wade that I
promise to get out another broadside...

taking back what I
said in the first one.

If you told him I promised I
wouldn't go to see the governor.

Is that what you want me to do?

Do you think he just forget
the whole thing then if I did that?

I don't know. I
doubt it, but I'll try.

You can't stay here. As soon
as it gets dark, you better leave.

Where will I go?

I don't know but this is gonna be
one of the first places they'll look.

And if you get killed anyway...

try not to mention my name.

- Just about 7:30.
- Hour and a half to go.

Wade, we'd like a word with you.

That's far enough.

Just keep your hands in sight.

Say your piece.

Like to make a deal.

I'm listening.

We wanna know your
intentions for Mr. Buckner.

Well, some of the boys
in favor of shooting.

Red here is in favor of
roping and dragging him.

Me? I ain't made up my mind.

Mr. Wade, I'd like to see this
thing settled without no bloodshed.

Why, Mr. Somers, so would I.

But that printer wrote some hard
things about me and my hands.

Mighty hard.

And what's more,
he printed them.

What do you think
my boys think of me...

- if I just turn the other cheek?
- Mr. Wade.

My boys have got to work off steam
one way or another, Mr. Somers.

I'd say the best thing you could
do would be to turn up Buckner.

Save a heap of trouble.

What if Buckner promised
to print another broadside?

Take back all
those nasty lies...

and tell the town what really nice
gentlemen you and your boys are.

I said we wanted Buckner.

When we get him, we'll ride out.

He'll promise not to go
to see the governor too.

Let Buckner tell us that.

And you got one hour
and a half to get him here.

I wanna hear it from you, Wade.

You take our deal?

Just don't reckon I can. Sorry.

I hope they don't.

- Don't what?
- Turn Buckner over.

I think I'd like taking
this town apart.

- Who is it? BUCKNER:
George Buckner.

- What are you doing here?
- Please, I need help. Please.

Come in.

You know, for a man who writes
brave, you're pretty meeching.

You should never have written
those things you did about Jack.

I know.

It's not just yourself, it's the rest
of the town who's gonna suffer.

Why can't you be a man? Go out
there. Take what's coming to you.

I guess you ain't much of a man.

I won't be staying long.

Maverick's gone out to make
an arrangement with Mr. Wade.

Arrangement?

I agreed to print a retraction.

Kind of an apology. I said I
wouldn't go to see the governor.

- And you'll go right on living here?
- Why not?

I guess if you have
to ask, I can't tell you.

I didn't have to ask.

It don't matter.

Look, I know Jack Wade.

He won't settle for an apology.
He'll get you or he'll tree the town.

Did you ever see a town
get treed, Mr. Buckner?

You know, folks back east think
cowboys are real romantic-like.

They write books about them
that way. But they ain't like that.

- They're dirty, sweaty, smelly.
- You don't have...

No, you listen to me so you know
what they're gonna do to this town.

They come off the trail
hungry for everything.

That's why towns like this have
deadlines and town marshals...

to keep the savages down
here where they belong.

But our marshal here is dead.

And no deadline is gonna
stop Wade and his crew.

Why do you tell me these things?

Just so you'll know what
you're costing this town.

You had to be so brave
in that paper of yours.

Why ain't you brave now?

I never thought of
myself as a coward...

not until they killed Charlie.

I could have saved him.

All I had to do was open
that door and walk in.

Why didn't you?

I heard them beating him...

the sounds.

And I wanted to.

Even then, I wanted to.

I... I just couldn't
force myself...

to open the door.

And I see this little gal just
yesterday, say howdy to her.

She flips her head at
me, walks off like I was dirt.

- How much longer?
- About 45 minutes.

All right.

That's what I know.

I hope you didn't make
that deal with Jack Wade.

Why not, Lil?

- Did you think it will help Buckner?
- It'd keep him alive.

And that's all.

Did you make the deal?

No, Wade refused.

Well, what are you brave
men waiting for now?

- Where's Buckner?
- Why do you wanna know?

So you can turn
him over to Jack?

You hiding him, Lil?

He came to me.

I didn't throw him out.

Isn't there a man in this town
willing to fight for what's his?

Ain't much we can do, Lil.

You can fight.

Did you ever think of that?

And what about you? You wear a
gun. Don't you know how to use it?

If I have to.

And you don't figure
you have to now, huh?

Lil, you're making that fence I've
been straddling pretty uncomfortable.

Why don't you get off it
before Jack and his men...

knock it right up
from under you?

I think you've already pushed me
off of it just by walking in here now.

Or by hiding Buckner,
I don't know which.

Anyone else here
feeling light in the head?

Guess we ain't got much choice, they're
gonna come anyway no matter what we do.

Jed Williams and his brother can
help I suppose if I'd put it up to him.

Better get word uptown. Tell the folks
not to show no lights, to keep inside.

- How about roping off the streets?
- I don't think we have time.

We can throw up a barricade,
it might slow them up a bit.

I tell you one
thing, we maybe will

damage them, but we
ain't gonna stop them.

And I had to raise a family in this town...
- That's right...

- I don't know...
- Get it out...

It's about that time.

All right, boys, come on.

Buckner.

Stand away from
that man, Maverick.

You'll have to take
both of us, Wade...

and a lot of men behind us.

That's far enough.

Get them, Red.

Hold your fire!

Boys?

Your boss is dead
and so is Scanlon.

Leave now and there
won't be any more shooting.

Well, what about it?

Lots of room, gents.

What will it be? Stud or draw?