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The fact remains, he has twice robbed

and twice assaulted an operative

of the United States Secret Service and--

Well, he's not denying that.

So, there's nothing to do but to remove him for trial

to the federal court in Council Bluffs.

The prisoner will step down and, uh, face the court.

"Maverick."

Starring James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world.

Produced for television by Warner Brothers.

Hello. Glad to see you again.

Do you remember Samantha Crawford

the girl who played stud poker according to Hoyle?

Well, all of you who've asked to see her again

will be glad to know that she's co-starring

with my brother Bart, Jack Kelly

in this week's show, "The Savage Hills."

Oh, uh, I understand you're moving up to 306

Mr. Gunnerson. Something wrong with this one?

Hot night. There's more air on the third floor.

It would have been cooler in here if he opened that window.

Dinner's being served in the dining room, sir.

I'm gonna sleep first and eat later.

[Gunnerson] Boy, will you get out here and grab my bags?

Here you are. Ah.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

See here, young fella, you tell that blasted room clerk

I wouldn't have changed rooms if I wanted everybody

to know about it. You hear me?

Mm-hmm.

- Now can you hear me? - I hear you, Mr. Gunnerson.

Mm.

- Don't move. - Huh!

Well...

Hello.

Uh, oh, I'm so sorry.

Why, I declare, but I seem to be in the wrong room, don't I?

Yes, ma'am.

Uh, with your hand in the wrong pocket.

Oh.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Oh, well, I naturally thought you were my husband.

And I naturally go through his pockets every night.

- Heh-heh. - Naturally.

Uh, but with a gun in your hand?

Oh, well, uh, one can't be too careful, can one?

True, one never knows who might come sneaking into one's room.

- Does one? - Oh, now see here.

Why do you by any chance think that I purposely

came into your room with the intent of robbing you?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, I declare this is a most humiliating experience.

I think I just better run along now before I lose my temper.

I think you better stay right here.

Really, sir, I have no intention of staying

in a strange hotel room with a strange man.

Well, I'll tell you what? You stay and I'll go.

Whatever for?

The sheriff, ma'am, he's right downstairs.

Oh, honestly.

Aren't you carrying this joke a little too far?

Well, my sense of humor does get away from me.

I wouldn't want you to do the same.

Alright. We're gonna settle this thing right now.

I'll go see the sheriff with you.

Well, now that's very generous of you ma'am.

But, uh, if you left the room, I'd have no proof you broke in.

Would I?

You, sir, are no gentleman.

Why, you're finding out about me already.

I'll just lock the evidence in.

Uh, bring the sheriff up and uh

your husband, he can bail you out.

- How's that? - Oh, uh, uh, um...

I-I, I did tell just one tiny fib.

No.

Um, I'm not married.

- Uh, oh? - Does that make a difference?

- Heh-heh. - Yes.

That means your husband can't bail you out.

By the way, that's a two-story drop out the window.

You could crush quite a few magnolia petals if you try.

"Samantha Crawford."

Thirty-one-hundred dollars and fifty cents.

"Samantha Crawford."

Well, I thought you were bringing the sheriff.

I see.

Uh, variations on a familiar theme, is that it?

Oh, oh, this?

Oh, I was just gonna tell him

that you and me had a little old spat

and, and you got in a big snit and walked out on me.

Oh, honey, you're full of fun tonight.

But why?

Samantha Crawford has $3100 in the bank.

So you don't need the money.

And you've got just about everything else.

So what did you want from me?

Oh, you're a sly one Mr. Gunnerson.

As if you didn't know.

Would it make any difference that I'm not Mr. Gunnerson?

Well, it most certainly would.

Well, I'm most certainly not.

Well, that isn't fair.

Well, then you're here under false pretenses.

Aren't we all?

Gunnerson did have this suite, but he moved out.

And I moved in.

- My name is Bart Maverick. - Maverick?

[Bart] Sound familiar?

Oh, no, no, no.

Uh, well, it is an odd one.

I thought mavericks had four legs.

A couple of us have two each, me and my brother, Bret.

But your name does sound familiar.

I could have heard it from him.

Oh, I doubt that. Let's talk about Mr. Gunnerson.

Do you know where he is?

- Yes. - Where?

Before I tell you, I better find out

why you're so eager to pick his pockets.

I suppose I may as well tell you. I have nothing to hide.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

Uh, but go on.

Alright.

Well, it just so happens, Mr. Maverick

that I'm with the Secret Service.

Of course, undercover work.

Oh, don't be so smug.

Rip open the lining of my purse there

you'll find my credentials.

Just doesn't make sense, Samantha.

If you're a federal agent

you wouldn't be ducking the local sheriff.

Oh, fiddlesticks.

If I let him know who I am

he'd wanna chisel in on the reward.

Reward? For what, Gunnerson?

No, no, he's not important.

Two months ago we broke up a ring

that was putting out counterfeit treasuries.

Now Gunnerson got away with the engraving plates.

The reward's for the return of the plates.

Well, you believe me, don't you?

No, ma'am, but I could be convinced

if we find those plates.

- We? - That's right.

And I'm even willing to share the reward, 50-50.

- Fifty-fifty? - Well...

Should have taken your chances with the sheriff, Sam.

Well, I don't intend to split any reward money with you.

Now that's too bad because I'd have to go after those plates

myself if only to check up on your story.

And I just hate putting myself into any trouble

that doesn't turn a profit.

Besides, I know where Gunnerson is, and you don't.

Then I'll just follow you.

Fair enough.

Uh, of course, you're gonna look a bit peculiar

traipsing through the halls, um, out of uniform.

You seem to have me at a disadvantage, sir.

Mm. Do we have a deal?

We have a deal.

Catch.

Oh.

This girl comes to your hotel room, tries to rob you.

You go for the sheriff, she hops into bed.

You come back, she tells you she's a Secret Service agent

and I'm a crook.

So you team up with her to rob me

to, uh, get the reward?

Is that the way it goes?

I wish I could say no.

She sure must've been a charmer.

Dripping honeysuckle, Mr. Gunnerson.

And she didn't tell me you were a Secret Service agent.

You still say you don't know where she is.

- That's right. - Well, I think you do.

And I intend to find out because I have to find out.

You'll know why when you take a look at this.

Nice. That's not Samantha.

Didn't say it was.

That's my wife.

- Oh. - Name's Nora.

Uh, uh, lovely girl.

Yes, sir.

Six months married. Still a bride Nora is.

Uh, you're wondering now why a lovely girl like that

should marry an old duffer like myself?

Well, uh, some girls prefer the mature type.

Don't be nice. It doesn't suit you.

Sorry.

I, uh, wonder myself.

Then I figure I just got lucky.

But getting lucky and staying lucky are two different things.

- Right? - That's right.

What I mean is, uh, comes a time when the honeymoon's over

when she takes a good look at what she's married

and knows what a big mistake she made, right?

I don't know.

You may have endearing qualities I haven't seen.

I don't.

Besides Nora doesn't care for endearing qualities.

She cares for money.

Now, that's the most endearing quality of all.

So I figure if I'm gonna hold on to her

I've gotta have money.

The reward money, for instance?

Right.

I figure you cost me that, $10,000.

What's more important, I figure you may have cost me

a desk job in Washington

where I could come home every night to Nora.

And it could end up that you've cost me Nora.

And what's all this gonna cost me?

Twenty years.

Or you can tell me where I can catch up with Samantha

and I'll get you out with ten.

Mm. No.

No deal, Mr. Gunnerson.

I wanna catch up with her as much as you do.

And I lied. I do know where Samantha is.

But if I take you to her and we get those plates back

I still want my half of the reward, $5000.

Fifty-fifty? What kind of a fool do you take me for?

It means more than 5000 to you.

The desk job, Washington, going home to Nora every night.

- Mm. - Now think about it.

Mr. Gunnerson, but think fast.

We may still have time to catch her if we leave now.

Alright, it's a deal.

But if we don't get those plates, you'll get--

I know, I know, 20 years.

Uh, get me out of here.

Now what do we do?

Well, we might wave goodbye.

- Where's she heading? - Ticket said Grand Isle.

Well, the next steamboat stop is Whetstone, we can telegraph

Samantha's description to the sheriff there--

Oh, you'll get no description out of me.

Well, now look, Gunnerson, we don't want some local constable

cutting in on that reward. Might even be two of 'em.

We'd be lucky to end up with a four-way split.

You got a better way?

Well, the Missouri swings a lot of wide loops

between here and Whetstone.

Cutting cross-country, it's 50 miles shorter.

That's a hard ride, but if we change horses at Red Cloud

we might catch the western Belle

before she pulls out of Whetstone.

- And if we don't? - Tsk.

Well, then I will give you Samantha's description

and you can wire ahead to the law at Council Bluffs.

Your ideas aren't all bad, Maverick. Let's go.

Now for the next act of "Maverick."

[Bart] Samantha!

Well, I-I beg your pardon, sir. Were you addressing me?

Samantha, I'd like you to meet Mr. Gunnerson.

You two have so much in common

both being members of the Secret Service and all.

Well, I declare, I don't have the faintest notion

what you're talking about.

Have we been formally introduced?

Uh, informally.

- Heh-heh. - Look, young lady.

You either have those plates in your cabin or on your person.

Now you're gonna hand them over, or Maverick here

is gonna search your cabin while I search you.

- Hey, 50-50, Gunnerson. - Oh, those silly old plates.

Is that what you're talking about?

Have you got 'em on you?

Oh, well, yes, I do.

- But I would have to disrobe. - Oh, not again--

And you boys wouldn't want me catching a nasty old chill.

Uh, would you? Uh, uh...

Well, you and Mrs. Gunnerson will probably

be spending Christmas in Washington.

Mm. Heh-heh. Hm.

I've never been to Washington.

Ah, ah, I, I figured that.

Treasury's still there.

Samantha must have missed it, too.

[Bart] Samantha?

Samantha?

Samantha?

Sa... Samantha!

Samantha!

Oh!

Oh.

Gunnerson, Gunnerson, wake up!

- Alright, Sam! - Oh! Oh!

- Let's have those plates. - Oh, let me go!

I don't have the plates. I lost 'em in the river.

The only thing you lost is that Southern accent.

Now are you gonna hand over those plates

or do we pick up where we left off

without benefit of screen?

Alright, you win.

Oh...

Oh, a lot of good they're gonna do us now.

We have no food, no weapons.

The Sioux and the Cheyenne are running wild over the territory.

Some fine mess you got us into.

Me? Well, I didn't tell you to jump off that boat.

Well, I wouldn't have had to

if you hadn't been such a poor loser.

Well, we're both in the same boat now.

Or not in it, if you prefer.

So what do we do?

- Start walking. - Walking to where?

To the nearest white settlement.

You were headed for it anyway, Grand Isle.

That's over 200 miles away.

Oh, by riverboat.

It's, uh, less than a 100 by foot.

Well, I can't go like this. I'm soaking wet.

Hm. Well...

Stay here till sun-up then.

Uh, the Indians will hang you up to dry.

Hey. Hey, wait for me.

Oh.

- What's the matter? - Oh...

Now look.

Oh.

Well, that's easy to fix.

Oh, you are ingenious.

Sure. Now you won't lift.

I can't walk without heels.

Well, you can walk on your toes.

That's what the Indians do.

Indians?

Bart?

Bart?

Bart!

Bart?

- Ah! Ah! - Shh, shh, shh.

Would you shush? It's Bart.

Where'd you go?

You trying to tell the whole Sioux nation?

I went hunting. And I got lucky, too.

- Oh, you mean we eat? - Yeah, we eat.

Shh. Come on, I'll show you.

Let's get out of here.

- There it is. - That isn't Delmonico's.

[Samantha] What is it?

It's a Sioux death lodge.

A new one.

That red blanket covers a dead warrior.

Please, do you mind if we skip

the picturesque customs of the natives?

Subject under discussion was food.

It's in the bag.

The Sioux believe it's a long journey to Wanagi Yata.

That's their heaven.

They leave food for the dead brave

so he won't starve on the way.

Well, better him than us.

Hey, but, Samantha

if they catch us robbing their death lodge

it won't be any picnic.

What would they do?

Oh, stake us out in the sun

where the ants could eat us.

It sounds a little bit like a picnic at that.

Oh.

Stay right here.

Come on, let's go.

Well, here's where we eat.

- You sure it's alright? - Of course.

The head waiter's a friend of mine.

Now we can start on this while the champagne's cooling.

It's delicious! What is it?

Pemmican. Buffalo meat.

Ah.

Ah.

Well, what's for breakfast?

Oh, I have all your favorites.

- Uh, scrambled eggs. - Ah.

- Baked ham and pineapple. - Mm.

Blueberry muffins, apple fritters.

And guess what?

- Oh, not pemmican. - Pemmican.

Oh, you've thought of everything.

I knew you'd be pleased.

It's not a wolf, is it?

No.

What's he saying?

He's picked up our trail.

He's alone and he's looking for the others.

Oh.

You alright?

Do you think we've throw them off our trail, Bart?

We'll never do that unless we stop leaving one.

What's the use? Only birds do that.

- Or fish. - More water?

Well, the Niobrara River can't be far from here.

We might find a log, float downstream a couple of miles

then cross to the other side.

Hey. You think you can make it?

Do I have any choice?

Tres chic.

At least they're dry again. I can't think of anything nicer.

- I'll settle for a good cigar. - Oh, that reminds me.

What did you do with your matches?

They're in the coat.

They're no good. I don't know why I kept 'em.

Well, I'm going to spread them out here very carefully.

Oh, don't bother, Sam. They're dead.

There might be enough sulfur left to strike

once they dry out.

Still no cigar.

Hemlock leaves rolled tight.

You'll think you're in Havana.

Hey. You haven't spent all your life indoors.

No, no, my parents moved west

with a wagon train out of Springfield.

We settled in Dakota when I was five

and, and they were killed by Arapaho when I was 12.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's survival.

That explains a lot of things, Sam.

Ah. What about you? How did you learn about Indians?

Oh, I had to.

My brother and I were galvanized Yankees.

We volunteered to be Indian fighters

to get out of the Yankee prison.

Mm, in two years if you didn't learn about Indians

you were dead.

Hm. Where's your brother now?

Oh, he's around St. Louis somewhere.

Trying to pick up an honest dollar

playing poker and such.

Oh, Bret, he sure...

Poker. That's it.

That's where I heard your name. I heard it from Bret.

You took him at poker

with a pair of nines against his straight.

Oh, well, that's right, because according to Hoyle--

I know, I know.

Straights are not played in five-card stud

unless it's agreed to at the start of the game.

And you took Bret for 20,000 with that little stunt.

- You're not mad? - M-mad?

I think it's wonderful beating Bret at his own game.

Oh, Samantha, if your name registered at that hotel

I'd have run for cover.

I'm glad you didn't.

They're here. You duck into those bushes back there.

- I'm gonna draw 'em off. Shh! - No, Bart--

Now you stay there till you hear them howling.

Then start running, and keep on running straight south.

- Now get going. - Oh...

What are you saving me for, a sacrifice?

No English.

Ow!

Sam.

I thought I told you to clear out.

Now why'd you do a fool thing like this?

The plates, you still have 'em.

Thanks, Sam.

Thanks a lot.

The other one will be back.

He knows we've got the rifle now.

He's after those horses.

But we need him. Stick close.

Take it easy. We don't wanna scare him.

I'm gonna try for the horses.

Now back to "Maverick."

I couldn't shoot. He was on top of you.

You did alright for one night.

That third brave is probably out

after the rest of the war party.

We've gotta get out of here.

First I wanna take that Indian's leather britches.

- What for? - For you.

Well, you don't think I'll wear those filthy things?

No saddles. We'll be riding bareback.

I think you'll be glad you did.

Well, I won't, and that's final.

Bullet just parted the hair.

There, that looks better.

It's long, but it isn't deep. How does it feel?

Uh, like a war dance inside.

Here, let me help.

Feel better?

Mm-hmm.

- Samantha. - Mm-hmm?

What were you gonna do with those plates?

Turn 'em over to the federal agent for the reward. What else?

Well, your ticket said Grand Isle.

Now that's way out in the middle of nowhere.

What's the attraction out there?

Hm?

Now come on, Samantha. No secrets.

Not after all we've been through.

I can't tell you, Bart.

Why not?

Because I can't lie to you.

Since when?

It's true. Don't ask me when.

Lot of things have changed the past few days.

Isn't it possible I may have changed, too?

I'd like to believe that.

It's even harder for me to believe.

Lately I find myself wanting things

I never really wanted before.

Like a rose-covered cottage?

Patter of tiny feet?

Sounds pretty foolish, doesn't it?

I don't know.

Might be cheaper for the Mavericks

if they had you in the family.

Goodnight, Bart.

Goodnight.

Brother Bret, shake hands with Brother Bart.

- Evening. - Mm.

You got a Ms. Samantha Crawford staying here?

No, sir, we don't cater to single females

unless their folks are with them.

This is a respectable hotel, mister.

You, uh, might try the Red Dog Saloon

across the square. They ain't so particular.

No, she's not here, she's not there.

She'll only stay at the best hotel.

Mm.

Well, I'll take a room and a tub full of hot water.

That'll be three dollars for the room

six bits for the hot water.

In advance.

Alright, but send up some food.

Coffee, bread and butter, some potatoes

and a big, thick, juicy steak.

Buffalo or steer meat?

Anything but buffalo.

[Gunnerson] You can cancel that order.

Oh. Well, Gunnerson.

Fancy running into you.

Here's your man, marshal. Take him away.

Your Honor, it's just a little

general, all-around misunderstanding.

You see, when I first broke in on Mr. Gunnerson

I thought he was a crook, a counterfeiter.

As a matter of fact, Your Honor, I thought I was performing

a service for my country.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

But you do admit to Mr. Gunnerson's charge

of armed entry, robbery and assault

in the hotel in Pierre?

Yes, Your Honor.

But when I explained to Mr. Gunnerson, he understood.

The fact remains, he has twice robbed

and twice assaulted an operative

of the United States Secret Service and--

Well, he's not denying that.

So there's nothing to do but to remove him for trial

to the federal court in Council Bluffs.

The prisoner will step down

and, uh, face the court.

Order!

Order in the court! Uh...

Order! Order in the court!

Young lady, what's the meaning of this intrusion?

Well, Your Honor, I wish to testify

on behalf of the prisoner.

Well.

Well, and what is your name, little lady?

Samantha Crawford.

Ahem.

Well...

Well, Ms. Crawford, ahem

from what I've been told by Mr. Gunnerson

I'm mighty interested to hear your story.

Uh, if you'll, uh, take a chair in the witness stand, uh

the clerk can swear you in.

You're so kind, judge. You're a Southern gentleman, aren't you?

Yes. Atlanta, ma'am. And, and you?

- Uh, Savannah, judge. - Oh, well...

Swear to tell the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth?

- Oh, I do, indeed. - Hm.

Your Honor, this is the young woman who stole the plates.

Hold your tongue, sir.

The court will do the questioning here. Ahem.

And now, my dear, you understand that this is not a trial.

It's just a preliminary hearing.

So you just feel free to tell the story in your own way.

Mm. Thank you, judge.

Well, I admit Mr. Maverick is a little mischievous.

But he certainly isn't guilty of any old crime.

Uh, you see, I did talk him into helping me

steal the engraving plates from Mr. Gunnerson.

And when he and Mr. Gunnerson found me on that boat

well, he just had two thoughts in his pretty little old head.

One was to make me give the plates back to Mr. Gunnerson.

The other was to take half the reward.

Uh, so when I jumped overboard, he just naturally followed.

Oh, naturally.

Any man would have done the same.

- Ha-ha. - Thank you, judge.

[Samantha] Well, he did catch up with me

and he made me give him back the plates.

But I got 'em back again.

Your Honor, she admits robbing a member

of the US Secret Service. Furthermore...

I'm sorry.

My dear

you had no business doing that, little lady. Yeah.

That, I must tell you, i-is a criminal offense.

Well, fiddle-de-dee, how did I know

he was a member of the Secret Service?

Well, I thought he was a crook.

Tell me, sir, would this little lady

have any way of knowing that you weren't a crook?

Well, no.

Uh, I was posing as a member of the counterfeit gang, I--

Well, then you can't very well blame her

for thinking you were one, can you?

Well, no, but--

I knew he had those plates. I'd been following him for weeks.

Oh, sit down, Gunnerson.

[Samantha] I did need that reward money.

And, and I did mean

to turn the plates over to the right people.

Of course you did, my dear. It was an honest mistake.

She couldn't make an honest mistake!

Silence, sir.

One more outburst from you

I'll find you in contempt of court, sir.

Mm. Thank you, my dear. You may step down now.

Are you letting her walk out of here

with the plates?

Well, I-I think you better turn the plates over

to Mr. Gunnerson.

Your Honor, I'm afraid I lost the plates

in the Elkhorn River.

My horse threw me. I almost drowned.

Uh, now, now, now, now, my dear

there's no need to cry. None at all.

The engraving plates are at the bottom of the river. Huh.

So that puts an end to counterfeiting. Yeah.

And, uh, more than that, it saves the government

$10,000 in reward money. Heh.

Uh...

You are a very brave

and forthright little lady, Ms. Crawford.

And it's been an honor to make your acquaintance.

Thank you, judge.

You're a real gentleman.

Uh, yes, Atlanta, ma'am I...

Mr. Maverick.

It's the opinion of this court

considering the lack of evidence

that no United States attorney could make these charges stand.

So I'm dismissing 'em.

Uh, you are free to go, sir.

Thank you, Your Honor.

[Bart] Well, don't give up yet, Gunnerson.

You may still get that desk job.

You think she's still got the plates?

I don't know.

But if I was a gambling man, and I am

I'd call her bluff.

Ah, Samantha, I'm sorry I wasn't here when you called

yesterday afternoon. I arrived only last night.

Mr. Palmer, you didn't tell me

that Mr. Gunnerson was a Secret Service agent.

I didn't want to alarm you.

- Did you get the plates? - Do you have the 15,000?

Now first the plates.

Oh, of course. Excuse me.

If you don't mind, Mr. Palmer, I'm in a hurry.

Mr. Gunnerson's in town and looking for me.

I'm aware of that.

But first I like to see what I'm buying.

It's an old habit of mine.

- Samantha. - It's your own fault.

For hiring me under false pretenses.

I hired you because nobody in the world

is more successfully dishonest than you.

But trying to palm off blank plates on me

that isn't very clever.

The plates, Samantha.

The real ones.

I'm turning the real plates in for the reward.

Then what was the purpose of this?

Mr. Palmer, you promised me $15,000 to do a job.

You lied to me, but I earned that money.

This was my way of collecting it.

- Search her, George. - I wouldn't try that, George.

I'll take that 15,000, Mr. Palmer.

[Gunnerson] Drop it, Samantha.

I can explain everything.

Sure you can.

Well, well, well, if it isn't my old friend Bogus Benson.

Why, we thought you'd escaped to South America.

This will get me that desk job, Maverick. Thanks.

What happened, Sam?

- Thieves fall out? - Of course not.

This man promised to pay me 15,000 to recover the plates.

Incredible as it may seem, she is telling the truth.

I told her I knew how to boost that reward to 50,000

and was willing to gamble 15,000 on her efforts.

Now, Sam, surely you couldn't still think

he was after the reward when you brought the plates here?

No. I came to collect what he owes me for my trouble.

I'd have done it if you hadn't butted in.

- Ha-ha... - That's a likely story.

Alright, the plates are right here. Have a look.

S...

Keep 'em covered, Gunnerson. She's gone again.

Well, now I...

I'm so tired of getting wet.

I'm so tired of chasing after those plates, Sam.

Sure you won't change your mind come to St. Louis with me?

St. Louis has troubles enough without the both of us.

Hm. What are you gonna do with all that reward money?

Oh, um, invest it.

Small game of whist here, maybe some cribbage there.

All aboard!

Goodbye, Samantha.

Goodbye, darling. Don't forget me.

Samantha, how could you?

Bye, darling.

Oh, say hello to Brother Bret for me.

He'll remember me, too.

Hello. It was nice to have you with us again.

Next week's story is a big one.

A cattle drive sweeping from the Texas panhandle

across the arid, staked plains of New Mexico

and on into Arizona.

I don't wanna lose this race to Fort Adobe.

That sounds like you are losing it.

Because of you.

And because of you I can be

out in front again tomorrow night.

- A bribe? - Call it what you will.

A bribe. How much?

The highest price I can possibly pay you. Your life.

I'm sorry, there's not too much to choose from in Little Bend.

- Thank you, Mr. Maverick. - Bret.

- Laura. - Bart.

[Bret] Brother Bart joins me in this one.

And you'll meet another old friend, too.

Remember Dandy Jim Buckley?

Fifty dollars, please, Brother Bret.

- Again? - Uh, no, thanks.

Go ahead. What good's money? We're all going to drown anyway.

[Bret] Dandy Jim is played by one of Warner Brothers'

rising new stars, Efrem Zimbalist Jr...

Bret!

Get your hands off of her.

[Bret] It's their second highway run.

Oh.

I got a speech I wanna make, too.

Easy, Brother Bart, you're too quick to temper.

You got one of three choices, sonny.

Guns, fists, or turn tail.

That's Confederate money.

Well, Confederate money is what you deposited, boys.

No, Jess, we deposited gold.

I'm sure you're mistaken, boys.

I guess we'd better take this.

[Bret] It's a big story with an action climax you'll long remember.

It's called "Trail West To Fury."

See you here next week.

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