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You got the wrong man, friend.

No, I got the right man.

Lowdown dirty, double-dealin' rat I've been lookin' for.

We got a score to settle.

You lookin' for a gunfight, friend?

Well, that's the only kind that settles things.

Now you start for your gun.

Well, that won't be necessary.

You see, I've got a derringer in this hat

and it's pointed straight for your heart.

That's a pretty tired bluff, Maverick.

Call it, friend.

"Maverick."

Starring James Garner.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world.

Produced for television by Warner Brothers.

[Bret] This is the town of Clayville.

Looks like an ordinary little town, doesn't it?

But to me it can never be ordinary

because it was here that I first met Fatima.

My raise, Mr. Brimmer. Your open and a hundred better.

I'm tapped out, Maverick, I'd like

to make you a business proposition.

I'll give you the chance to buy a full-blooded

Arabian mount for $200.

- Imported Arabian? - Absolutely.

If he's all you say he is, oughta be a bargain.

It's a she. And I'll stand behind every word.

You got yourself a deal. Ahem.

It cost me a 100. I'll just meet the raise.

- How many cards? - I'm pat.

You're pat?

One card to the dealer.

I'll check to the pat hand.

A hundred even. Let's keep it neat.

You're good Maverick.

No sense throwing good money after bad.

Cash me in, will you?

What were you holdin'?

Uh, you didn't pay to find out.

Game's over. I'd kind of like to know what you beat me with.

Sometimes it's better not to know.

What did you have?

Why, you've got nothin'! You-you ran one!

I should have known better, you double-crossin', no--

Easy, Brimmer, if you're gonna play poker

you'll have to develop a sense of humor.

That's the whole trick, my friend. Keep smiling.

Keep smilin', huh?

I'll remember that the next time I get in a game with you!

Well, that's not very likely, or I wouldn't have shown you

those cards. See, I'm leaving Clayville tomorrow.

And, uh, I better take a look at that Arabian of mine.

Hm, that's right! She's your Arabian now, isn't she?

W-What's that for?

Oh, first impressions are always important

with both animals and humans.

- Well, there she is. - Where?

Your Arabian beauty

with the long neck and the sad eyes.

There she is, just like I said. Full-blooded Arabian mount.

- Mm-hmm. - Imported.

Of course, uh, she ain't very pretty

but she's, uh, kind of a relic.

You know, I think she's probably one of the last

the army brought over.

Never mind the history lesson.

The fact is you took me.

You might just as well have stolen $200 out of my pocket.

Mr. Maverick.

Yes, I know. Keep smiling.

Oh, you may be makin' yourself a friend for life.

Yeah, well, it's gonna be a short life.

I'm leavin' town tomorrow.

And you can keep your Arabian mount.

- And forget about the $200. - I don't want her.

Well, that makes two of us. I don't either.

The difference is now she belongs to you.

Good luck, Maverick. Keep smiling, huh?

Goodbye, Fatima.

Hey, hey, hey, don't bring that clown

in here. Uh, we got no room.

Besides, we only cater to

four-legged animals with straight backs.

Oh, hush, friend, she might hear you.

Where she comes from, they treat her like a queen.

Well, you just take her right back where she come from

'cause I don't want her in here.

Oh, don't you pay any attention to him, Fatima.

Bret Maverick never let a lady down before

and he's not gonna start now.

I may be leaving tomorrow, but tonight

you're gonna have a bath

some cologne, fine bran

and a nice, comfortable stall.

She has got pretty eyes, hasn't she?

Beautiful.

Come on.

[Bret] The following day I made a heart-rending discovery.

Trying to sell a camel was like trying to sell

a herd of sheep to a cattleman.

Three nights later, I was halfway to Silver Springs

and Fatima was still on my hands.

I'd learned by now that you not only couldn't sell a camel

you couldn't give one away.

But what was even more frightening

Fatima had fallen in love with me.

Well, uh, take her and forget about the money.

- You don't owe me a cent. - No.

You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Johnson.

Look, all I wanna do is see she gets a nice home.

Now suppose I give her to you and, and pay you $25.

Nope.

Fifty?

Nope.

A hundred dollars. That's my last offer. What do you say?

Yup.

It's a deal you'll never regret.

Well, so long, little girl.

It's been nice knowing you. Now you behave yourself.

Mr. Johnson will take good care of you.

Goodbye, Fatima.

Ho!

Need some help, miss?

I'm awful handy to have around.

Now just a...

Bret.

In person.

What are you doing in Silver Springs?

Trying to rekindle an old friendship.

Bret, it is good to see you.

Now that's better.

- How long have you been here? - Oh, about five minutes.

- How long you've been here? - Almost a year.

- Married? - Not yet.

- But soon. - Congratulations.

A man that, uh, lucky in love oughta be a cinch

in a poker game. I'd like to meet him.

Unless you've changed, you will.

He runs the Square Deal Saloon.

His name's Carl Jimson.

The citizens of Silver Springs elected him mayor.

They all love him. Me, too.

Here, I'll take these.

Will you be around here for a while?

Oh, a little while.

- Business? - Well, just ramblin'.

Oh, Bret, I know you better than that.

You never go anywhere without a reason.

Well, maybe you're right.

But it's not a very important reason.

Say, I'm gonna need a hotel room.

Can you give me any recommendations?

Oh, the Silver Springs Hotel

right back there. Ask for Howard Harris.

Will you be coming to the Square Deal later?

- Will you be there? - Mm-hmm.

- I want you to meet Carl. - Then I'll be there.

- What's the matter, Bret? - Hm?

Can't you find a game to your taste?

I just thought I'd watch a while.

You never used to be so patient.

- Now wait a minute-- - Simmer down.

Ah, come on now, Tommy, we've been friends too long

to have any kind of trouble around here.

I've got no beef with you, Carl. It's Scott.

My lucky boy untapped me.

All of a sudden my credit's no good anymore.

You know the house rules, Tommy.

We don't tell the players what to do.

Why don't' you pack in for tonight, huh?

I'm cleaned out, Carl.

- How do I tell my wife? - How much money you lose?

Two-hundred.

Tommy, here's $50, that'll get you off the hook.

- With your wife. - Carl.

- You don't have to do this. - I know I don't.

But I want to. Now you go on home.

And don't let me catch you back here tonight

tryin' to win back this money, you hear?

- Thanks, Carl. - Tomorrow's another night.

We're gonna be here.

[Donna] Carl.

I want you to meet Bret Maverick.

Mr. Maverick, Carl. This is Carl Jimson.

Well, nice to meet you, Mr. Maverick.

Hi, Mr. Jimson.

Welcome to the Square Deal.

We can't promise you a win, but we

can guarantee you a fair shake.

Well, a man can't ask for anymore than that.

That's right.

You and Donna here old friends?

Oh, we met in Clovis.

Oh, Carl.

Oh, excuse me a minute, Mr. Maverick.

Make yourself at home, hear? Nice meetin' you.

Like him?

Oh, he seems like a real likable gent.

I knew you'd feel that way.

Are you sure he's the one?

Positive.

Does Mr. Jimson play much?

When the stakes are high enough.

You know, I've been watchin' the players.

- Are they regulars? - Couple of regulars.

A few of them do pretty well.

You mean they win pretty steady.

- Mm-hmm. - Which ones?

- Oh. - Well--

Let me tell you.

The one in the red shirt.

One in the brown coat and the gray hat.

How'd you know?

Oh, they just do a lot of ear pullin'

and eye twitchin' between 'em.

You think they're cheating.

Maybe they're just nervous.

Carl wouldn't stand for any cheating.

That's what everybody tells me.

- Where are you going? - I'm gonna play some poker.

I thought you said the game was crooked.

I did, but it's the only one in town.

Now wait, Bret, if you think Connors and Ferguson

are up to something, I'll tell Carl.

I wouldn't do that, Donna.

After all, I'm just guessin'.

Your bet, Maverick.

Five-hundred even.

Beats me.

Well how about it? You call?

What's the rush?

You're slowin' up the action.

- Tough. - Come on, call or drop.

There's a lot of money in that pot.

Look, my money's in there, too. I'm takin' my time.

- You in a hurry, Maverick? - It's a good-sized call.

Take all the time you need.

Here's your 500.

And another 250.

You seem mighty anxious to make that raise.

Mr. Connors, you must have quite a hand.

You're invited to take a look, friend.

Just a call, Mr. Connors.

- Three queens. - Uh, let's see that, friend.

[Bret] Sorry, friend, there doesn't seem to be a full hand here.

You called three queens. There's only two here.

Oh, I'm sorry. I-I thought I had 'em.

I must be gettin' bleary-eyed or somethin'.

Sure, it can happen.

But that makes my three tens good.

Hey, Connors, you better get yourself a pair of specs.

- Ha-ha... - Alright, alright.

I'm tired. Deal me out.

Me and Ferguson was runnin' a four-card spread

on this stranger, Maverick.

Why, he was in there like a bird-dog before Ferguson

could plant the third queen in my hand.

What's the matter?

You boys losin' your touch?

He's a pro, Carl. I'd be willin' to bet on it.

Yeah? How much is he into us for?

Oh, over a 1 000.

Yeah?

If Mr. Maverick's looking for trouble, he's gonna get it.

I'll tell you what you do. You go on back down that game, hear?

Use Ferguson. Use your heads both of you.

Let me know if anything happens.

Right.

[Bret] Kings full.

Enough room for them chips, Maverick?

Oh, I can always make big ones out of a little one.

Well, you're doin' fine.

I always enjoy a wide-open game.

There's no question about it, boss. He's a pro. Ask Ferguson.

I was using a single-card holdout.

Maverick just riffled the deck and called for a count.

[Connors] One card missin' and he knew it.

Did you get the card back in the deck?

Oh, boss, please, when I counted the cards...

- There was exactly 52. - Ah, what's the difference?

He knows we're runnin' a brace joint. He's on to every twist.

He's ahead about 5000 now, Carl. We better make our move.

Maybe the smartest thing to do is to play it

straight while he's here.

If we stop playin' into his hand

maybe he'll move on.

Let him move on with $5000 of my money?

Well, it might be worth it.

After all, Carl, you got a good thing goin' here.

- Why take chances? - Mm.

And when he stops winning, he'll start talkin', huh?

You ever think of that?

I got a good thing here, Connors

'cause I don't take chances.

I'll handle this thing myself.

Now for the next act of "Maverick."

[Bret] Jimson hadn't been in the game ten minutes

before I knew why he was there.

He was the real expert

making his two brace men look like a pair of amateurs.

He was there to get his money back

and he'd already slipped a couple of smooth tricks

right past me.

But I had him spotted now

and he had all the money back

he was going to get.

Up to you, mister.

Call the raise and right back.

I'll match that.

How many, please?

If you don't mind, I'd like a cut.

Well, now, Mr. Maverick

cards were cut before the deal. How many, please?

According to Mr. Hoyle's book of rules

a player is entitled to a cut at any time during the game.

Hoyle don't make the rules here, friend. I do.

How many, please?

I'm sorry, I misunderstood.

I thought you were playing a poker game.

You can make up rules for any game you like

but don't call it poker. It's misleading.

Well, now you've had your say, Mr. Maverick

how many cards do you want?

I figure if a man doesn't wanna give me a cut

he knows somethin' about the deck that I don't know.

You callin' me a cheat?

Just callin' for a cut.

Now look here. Nobody calls Carl Jimson a crook.

That's what everybody says.

Well, now, Mr. Maverick, if you're looking for trouble

you're just gonna find it, whether it's gun trouble

or card trouble, you're gonna get it.

I'm not lookin' for trouble.

You just let me cut those cards and Everything'll be alright.

tinhorn got nervous about a big hand, boys, and called me cheat.

- He went for his gun. - Get the doctor.

That's what happened, Carl. I saw him try to draw on you.

I seen it, too. Lucky you drew faster.

- He'd have had you sure. - Will somebody get the doctor?

He may still be alive.

Ah, these trigger-happy guys are all alike.

- Get him out of here. - Where do we take him?

I don't care, just get him out.

- Oh. - Bring him in very easy.

Bring in very easy. Very easy.

Uh, careful, gentlemen, careful. That's a new rug, you know?

- Where's his room, Howard? - Uh...

Wouldn't it be better, doctor

if you took him over to your place?

Which room?

- Doctor, it's room eight. - Yeah. Oh.

Alright.

- Who's there? - Donna.

Hello, Bret. How are you feeling?

Oh, I'm alright.

I brought you some fresh coffee.

Oh, that's very considerate of you, Donna.

But does Honest Carl Jimson know

that you're on this errand of mercy?

No. I can't stay.

Well, thanks for the coffee anyway.

Bret, everyone in town says that you're just waiting

till you get back on your feet, so you can

go and finish your gunfight with Carl.

Well, I kind of let that word get around.

Don't do it.

The man ripped a hole in my shoulder.

That's hard to forget.

You made the first move.

Everyone knows that.

Donna, I know how you feel about Jimson.

I'm sorry...

...but I heard about him from a friend of mine.

That's why I came here.

The one way for a card player to be sure of winning

is to get into a crooked game and play honest

if he knows what to look for.

And there's nothing I like better than

to trip up a card shark.

Carl's not what you say.

- You're wrong about him. - Not this time.

But he knows you're coming.

He'll have to defend himself.

I want him to know it.

I want him to spend some time thinking about it.

What good'll it do? One of you'll have to lose.

That's usually the way it works.

Bret, I'm in love with him.

Will you leave town without trying to see him again?

Will you do it for me?

I'm sorry, Donna. I can't do that.

Hello, Carl.

What's wrong?

Nothin'.

Something is wrong. What is it?

What were you doin' in Maverick's room today?

I know you were there. Why?

I took him some coffee.

Why?

I went there to try and talk him out of this

this stupid gunfight.

Who is he, Donna? What does he mean to you?

I wanna know.

I thought I was in love with him once.

It was a long time ago.

It's all over.

Does it make any difference, Carl? With us, I mean.

Nah.

Why should it, honey?

You're my girl now, ain't you?

Donna, I'm sorry. I-I didn't know what I was doin'.

It was just the thought of you and another man, you understand?

It's alright, Carl.

I wish you'd go now.

I'm sorry, Donna.

I swear, it'll never happen again.

- Who is it? - It's me, Mr. Maverick.

- Hello, Howard. - I just want to find out.

- How long you intended to stay. - Well, that depends.

The doctor figures a few more weeks.

I figure a few more days.

A number of the citizens have been discussing

your intention of challenging Mr. Jimson.

When you're up and around, that is.

That's my intention.

Do you think that's wise?

- Mr. Maverick? - Well...

It's more necessary than wise, Howard.

Well, it certainly doesn't seem like good strategy to me

to announce your intention.

Well, it is the way I figure Mr. Jimson.

You see, I'm pretty certain that under that...

...manly chest of his beats a heart of pure yellow.

I want him to know I'm coming

and think about it for a long time.

But suppose he doesn't wait? Suppose he comes to visit you?

Honest Carl Jimson?

Why, he wouldn't dream of attacking a sick man.

After all, he has quite a reputation in this town.

You seem to have it all figured out, Mr. Maverick.

Well, in any case, I wonder if you'd like

to give me a little something against your bill.

Well, you've been doing some figuring, too.

- Haven't you, Howard? - Mm.

Just like to keep accounts current.

- How much do I owe you? - Let me see now, it's...

Oh.

Well, old girl, you must've had quite a trip.

Who gave you my address, huh?

You know that beast there, Mr. Maverick?

Oh, yes. We spent several beautiful nights together.

Fatima, what am I gonna do with you?

Well, she certainly can't stay in the room with you.

This hotel has rules.

Oh, yes. No lady camels allowed.

Say, isn't Silver Springs pretty close to the desert?

Well, the Henderson's Well is just ten miles outside of town

and that's the last stop before miles and miles of desert.

Well, someone in this town oughta be

interested in buying a camel.

Mm, I doubt it.

S-say, Howard, would you try to sell her for me?

Listen, I am a busy man, Mr. Maverick.

I'm supposed to be running a hotel!

I realize that your time is valuable.

So here's a little something for, uh

handling the transaction.

Just make sure she gets a nice home.

[Howard] And how am I gonna get her out of here?

Well, you could try pulling from the other side.

- Well I'll do my best. - Oh, Howard.

I've had a little, uh, experience with this.

If you can't sell Fatima

try bribing some soft-hearted farmer.

- You can go as high as $50. - Hm.

A-and just make sure they treat her kindly.

You know, she used to be a queen.

Connors.

[Connors] Yeah.

This gent wants to see Mr. Jimson.

- What's your name, stranger? - Drake.

- Mr. Jimson's expecting me. - Oh.

Well, you wait here. I'll go see what he has to say.

Come in.

Fella named Drake downstairs.

- Says you're expectin' him. - Oh, yeah.

Yeah, he's interested in some property out toward Rigby.

Send him up.

Kinda dude-lookin'. Sure he's alright?

I said to send him up.

Come in.

Well, Mr. Drake.

I'm Carl Jimson.

You come to me highly recommended.

I'm in need of a good specialist right now.

- Here, how about a smoke? - No, thank you.

Oh? Look here.

There's a tinhorn named Bret Maverick come into town

here last week and tried to bust me up. I had to gun him.

They tell me you did a careless job.

Yeah, well, they tell you right, son.

And he's gonna be back on his feet pretty soon

and he's made it known he's gonna come after me.

Sounds like where I come in.

That's exactly where you come in

right between me and Mr. Maverick.

I got a lot of money now, I can afford

not to take unnecessary risks. You understand?

With me there's no risk, Mr. Jimson.

Yeah.

Nobody must know that you're fightin' for me.

This Maverick's no saddle tramp.

They say he's pretty fast in a card game.

He may be fast on the draw, too.

I'm faster.

You sure you can hand...

- Does that convince you? - It sure does.

Now look here, here's part of your money.

You get the rest when you take care of Maverick.

Now this must look like a fight between you and Maverick.

You understand? Nobody must know you're frontin' for me.

Oh, uh, Mr. Maverick. Uh, Mr. Maverick, wait.

You're going to see Mr. Jimson?

- That's right. - Well, uh, about your bill...

Mr. Maverick, would you, uh, mind paying up before you go?

- I'll be back. - Uh, I know, Mr. Maverick.

But, uh you see, we really can't be sure of that.

Maverick?

You talkin' to me?

Don't you remember me?

Can't say I do.

Maybe you got a reason to forget.

You got the wrong man, friend.

No, I got the right man.

Lowdown dirty, double-dealin' rat I've been lookin' for.

[Drake] We got a score to settle.

I'll say it once more, and I'll say it slow.

I don't know you.

Now if you'll get out of my way, I've got

some business to settle inside.

I've waited a long time to meet up with you again.

[Drake] You've got some business to settle out here first.

Oh, I begin to get the idea.

The two things are tied up together.

Are you gonna talk, or are you gonna settle?

You lookin' for a gunfight, friend?

[Drake] Well, that's the only kind that settles things.

You seem pretty sure of yourself.

That puts me in a spot.

You see, I'm not the fastest gun in the world.

I am.

I figured that's why Jimson hired you.

- Who's Jimson? - I just told you.

Fine. Now you start for your gun.

Well, that won't be necessary.

You see, I've got a derringer in this hat

and it's pointed straight for your heart.

A little trick I learned from your friend, Jimson.

[Bret] Don't try.

That's a pretty tired bluff, Maverick.

Call it, friend.

Alright. Drop the hat.

I'd like to see this derringer.

I'll show it to you right after I pull the trigger.

Now you've got about five seconds to drop that gun.

Leave the gun in the holster and drop the gun belt.

The time's up.

[Bret] Throw it over there.

The way I figured, killing's a serious matter.

And a man who keeps smiling while he's gunning somebody

he's not a man at all.

You should've called me, friend. You had the best hand.

Jimson.

[Donna] Bret!

Please go away. There's been enough shooting.

- It isn't gonna help anyone. - I'm sorry, Donna.

I've gotta play this hand out.

Maverick

will you hold your fire to let the lady by?

Be glad to.

- Send her out. - No, I won't!

I'm not gonna make it any easier for you two fools

to kill each other.

Is she comin'?

One second, Maverick.

Look here, Donna, go on outside and talk to him.

Maybe you can get him to change his mind. Go on.

Uh-huh. Alright.

She's comin' out Maverick.

Go on.

Carl!

He shot her, sheriff. He shot her in cold blood! I seen it.

Somebody get the doc!

Give me a hand here.

He said he'd hold his fire to let Donna by.

But when she came toward him, he shot her down.

You ready to agree that's the way it happened?

- Jimson shot her. - Would I shoot the girl I love?

The girl I'm gonna marry?

He fired at me while I was waiting to let her

go by. He missed and fired again.

That shot was the one that got her.

According to him, she was shot in the back.

Is that where the wound was, doctor?

No, the bullet was in her chest.

When he fired the first shot, she turned around.

The second shot was the one that got her in the chest.

You never run short of answers, do ya?

What are her chances, doc?

It's hard to say. She's lost a lot of blood.

I can't even try to remove the bullet yet.

She said anything about who did it?

Mm, she's still unconscious.

It doesn't look too good.

Then it doesn't look too good for me either.

I use a .45, sheriff.

You might ask Jimson what kind he uses.

- Well, Carl? - I use a .45 too, sheriff.

- Try again, tinhorn. - You're a smooth talker.

Maverick, but I'm holding you under arrest.

And if the girl dies, you'll be charged with murder.

Then you guard her real good

'cause she is the only one that can tell you

which of us fired that shot.

And I wouldn't want anything to happen to her while I'm in jail.

Lou.

Now back to "Maverick."

Maverick.

You got company.

When you want out, just holler.

Uh, not you. Him.

I've never been in a jail before. Heh.

Well, you've spent a lot of time in that hotel of yours.

Ah, you're a jokester, Mr. Maverick

but I certainly like your spirit.

I just dropped by to deliver your change.

- My change? - Oh!

I've got a wonderful home for Fatima

on the outskirts of town.

And the man took her for only $35.

Well, thank you, Howard.

Uh, have you heard anything about Ms. Seely?

Well, they say she's just about the same

still unconscious and all.

The doctor's about given up hope.

Look, I know how you feel about Mr. Jimson

but he's awful broken up about her.

Oh, I'll bet.

He thinks maybe the doc hasn't done all he could do for her.

So, uh, anyway, I know he went to Crown City.

There's another doctor over there

supposed to be pretty good.

- He left? - Yeah.

He's gonna bring the doctor back here.

- When did he leave, Howard? - Oh.

A couple of hours ago, I think. Why?

What are you getting so excited about?

He told Doc Nelson all about it. He said he didn't mind.

Howard...

...have you seen Doc Nelson lately?

Me? Oh, what do I wanna see him for?

Well, I first noticed it at the hotel.

You don't look too good.

Now, you've got kind of a haze

over your eyes, and that's a sure sign.

And your skin is all peaked and reddish.

Oh, it's always like that.

Oh, and it's a lot worse than when

I first saw you at the hotel.

- It is? - Yeah.

D-do you ever get any pains

in-in your head or anywhere?

No. I feel very fit.

Except once in a while, when I get up in the morning

I don't feel too chipper, you know?

Yeah now that's what I mean.

You really oughta see the doc.

Uh, you said you just wanted to deliver his change.

I'd like to talk to Mr. Harris for a while. Is it alright?

Howard, is Jimson traveling alone?

Yeah, I think so.

- Do you have a horse outside? - Yeah, sure.

Looks like I'll have to borrow it. Mine's at the stable.

You know, some of your jokes are way over my head, Mr. Maverick.

You're in jail.

What would you be doing with a horse?

I'd be trailing Honest Carl Jimson.

And it's about time I got started.

Now, Howard, I wouldn't do this to anyone

but a true blue friend.

Deputy, come here, quick!

- What happened? - Well, he's sick.

We were just talkin', and he passed out.

You better get a doc.

I'd better get some water first.

Here. Just get him up.

- I wonder what it is. - I don't know.

Hyah!

[Bret] Jimson had started a rock slide to cover the well

and it had worked just fine.

I had no water and Jimson had all he'd need.

That made the odds a little too long.

If how fast they were riding meant anything

that was a very angry posse.

And suddenly those odds didn't seem long after all.

The desert began to look like just the place for me to go.

I couldn't be sure of getting far without water

but there was one thing I could be sure of.

That posse wouldn't follow me into the desert.

And then I had another happy thought.

Jimson must've used cartridges to bring off that slide.

Maybe he didn't have many left.

Jimson had won another round

and this looked like the final one.

The problem was real simple now

to get out of the desert alive if I could.

[Bret] Fatima!

You are even more beautiful than I thought!

Now let's go after him.

[Bret] There are some gambles that haven't any right to pay off.

This one had because of a lovely girl named Fatima

who just couldn't take no for an answer.

Jimson was still running

but now it was only a matter of time.

Two hours later Jimson's horse gave up.

But he kept on running.

When I got closer, he started firing.

Fortunately, his marksmanship hadn't improved a bit.

And when his shells were gone

Jimson gave up fighting and started talking.

I'd finally found someone who wanted to buy Fatima.

The offer started at $5000 and went up.

It almost pained me to have to say no.

That's thoughtful of you, Fatima.

You're quite a woman.

Up, Fatima. Up.

Good girl.

[Howard] Sheriff.

Down, Fatima. Down.

- Good girl, Fatima. - Take him inside, boys.

I never expected to see you back here, Maverick.

Oh, I'm just full of surprises, sheriff.

I didn't think Silver Springs would be the same

without old Honest Carl.

I go back to jail now?

Well, you ought to, if only for the way you got out.

Donna's better. She told us who shot her.

I think Jimson should be hung!

I had no idea he did all that to poor Mr. Maverick.

Well, we don't have a hanging charge against him.

Well, if you can't hang him, sheriff, you oughta sentence him

to some target practice. He sure needs it.

I don't like the idea of people goin' around

bustin' out of my jail, but I'm glad you did.

- Can I see her now? - Doc says it's alright.

She'll be like new in a few weeks.

- Maverick. - Yeah?

I wanna thank you, myself and for the townspeople

for bringing Jimson in.

I know how much easier it would've been

to just left him out there.

Oh, well, don't thank me, sheriff.

Credit belongs to Fatima.

If the town plans to build a monument

well, make it a camel with a mangy coat

and big, sad eyes.

[Bret] I rode out of Silver Springs that afternoon.

I was glad to be going

but I felt a sense of sadness and regret

that I'd never see Fatima again.

I hope you enjoyed the show.

Next week we go to exciting New Orleans again

for a story of intrigue about a famous Creole aristocrat who--

No, no, no. That's not the way it goes.

What?

What's all this about intrigue?

Action, yes, and mystery, but--

And next week, friends, I make the mistake of inviting

my Brother Bart to help me bring off a little scheme.

- Say hello, Bart. - Hello.

Oh, this story is really about--

What do you say we show 'em, huh?

That's just what I was about to say.

Don't move. Get your hands behind your head.

Mister, that gun, drop it!

Now pick it up.

- Ha! - Run, Yvette!

I see you refill shotgun shells.

- You use black powder? - What else?

Good. I want two pounds of it.

Jubal.

Well, hold it!

Alright, outside. Don't stop for anything.

Give me your gun.

Looks like we'll have to cancel that little partnership!

You'll just write a note to your brother

saying you're being held at headquarters

against the safe return of Ms. Devereaux.

That's very smart, inspector

but Jody doesn't give a hang whether I live or die.

That deadline is still midnight, Mr. Devereaux.

Yeah, well, Brother Bret

what have you got us into this time?

Something you'll like, Brother Bart.

You'll like it a lot.

Appreciate that.

I sure do.

Gettin' tired, huh?

You had a rough time.

I thought he'd never go.

But I know you're going to enjoy my good friend Jack Kelly

playing another Maverick named Bart.

Story is called "Hostage."

See you next week.

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