Original subtitles

Don't make me have to get any of you.

Now, try to get this through your thick skulls.

I am sick of the sight of you.

If I thought I had a snowball's chance of making it back alone

I'd leave the three of you out here

to try to talk each other to death.

I can't make it back alone.

I'd need help when I got to the mountains.

And I'm going to have help.

If I have to kill one of you to get the other two back...

...I'll do it.

"Maverick."

Starring James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world

produced for television by Warner Brothers.

[Norbert] Haven't the foggiest who the chap could be.

[Albert] It's rather obvious he's a gentleman.

Those hands have never been used for work.

Isn't this whole conversation rather nixy-dixy?

After all, we are governed by the laws of hospitality.

Stranger in distress and all that sort of thing.

I was merely indulging in a bit of conjecture.

Could you contrive to table it, Norbert?

I think he's coming to.

Where am I?

You're going to be alright. You're at Belcastle Cottage.

- England? - Wyoming.

Permit me. My niece, Lady Ellen Belcastle.

My brother, Norbert.

Marquise of Belcastle, Viscount Darrow

Baron of Lessingham-Burnie

and fellow of the Royal Historical Society.

Uh, one handshake will do nicely for all of them.

I'm merely Albert Belcastle.

My name is Bret Maverick. What are you a fellow of?

Of infinite jest.

There's time enough for chatter

when Mr. Maverick is feeling stronger.

Albert, do run down and tell cook we should want some broth.

I'll have Benson pop up and shave the poor chap.

That should do him a world.

My brother has an unfailing sense of the fitness of things.

I should warn you, Mr. Maverick that when we speak

of the thin red line of empire

it's Norbert Belcastle whom we have in mind.

Uh...

...what's a marquis?

A marquis is something between a duke and an earl.

Technically, it's a royal officer

guarding the border regions or marches.

Like Wyoming?

Heavens, no. You're all independent now.

Now, please, settle down and rest.

When you're talking to a marquis

what do you call him?

Most people say, "Lord Belcastle" or "My Lord".

I guess I better call him Lord Belcastle.

The other sounds like swearing.

We certainly couldn't have that, could we?

[Bret] One other thing.

How do I call a lady?

You ring the little bell beside your bed.

Come in.

Here we are, sir.

There, they look infinitely better.

And if I may say so, sir, so do you.

Why, thank you, Benson.

Oh, a few days' rest does wonders.

- What have we got there? - Oh, bit of a surprise, sir.

Thought they'd cheer you up no end.

That almost looks like my coat.

It is your coat, sir.

One of the cowherds found

your saddle bags out on the moor.

I took the liberty of freshening up your things.

Benson, you're a credit to your family.

You must have legged it quite a distance, sir.

The cow chap found your things a full six miles from the house.

Oh, I remember, I was only wearing a shirt, wasn't I?

Quite so, sir.

I thought I'd lost an old friend.

Could you get me the things I had on when I came?

Oh, I'm afraid, not, sir.

They looked so completely beyond repair

that I took the liberty of burning them.

Burning them?

I should put the question back at you, sir.

What always brings people from one place to another? Grass.

I thought for a minute you said, "grass".

Quite. Grass is food.

The whole history of civilization, my dear chap...

...is people ever moving westward

looking for greener grass.

From the very beginning of recorded time--

Must we go back to the beginning of time?

All the gentleman was asking--

At present, the world's finest grass is in Wyoming.

Consequently, so are we. Use better cattle.

Feed it on the native grass here.

It has millions in it.

Well, that makes sense.

You've moved to America for business reasons.

Good heavens, no.

We're merely moving a bit of capital.

Now soon as we've got things here ship-shape

in blissful fashion, it's hippity-hop and home again.

The new colonialism, old boy.

Don't send troops. Send money.

- I say, Maybrook-- - Maverick.

What one?

His name's not Maybrook, father, it's Maverick.

Tosh. There's no such name as Maverick.

What would it mean?

Well, back home in Texas, a maverick is a calf

that's lost its mother

and its father is run off with another cow.

- A foundling? - No, just a lostling.

Quite.

What else do you do, Mr. Maverick?

For a livelihood, I mean.

With your permission, I shall leave you to your cigars.

Benson.

Benson was telling me that you seemed quite perturbed

by the loss of your old shirt.

As if there'd been money in it.

There was. A thousand dollar bill.

Heavens, man, that's 200 quid.

Isn't that rather a large bank note

to lug about loose in one's pocket?

- I kept it pinned. - That makes all the difference.

My father insisted on it.

He said my brother and I were so shiftless

that if we didn't carry at least $1 000, we'd starve to death.

And now that you have it no longer?

I guess I starve.

Nonsense, my boy, this is a British home.

We're responsible for you until you're on your way again.

Well, you've been very kind.

But being on my way seems to be the real problem.

He'd need a horse and money for the road.

I could... work for you.

Work?

Yes, I'd insist on working for it.

Very well then.

We shall have to find something for you to do.

Now back to "Maverick."

There you are, my man.

If you'll just trot these things over the cowherds quarters

I'm sure they'll find somewhere for you to sleep.

"I'm sure they'll find somewhere for you to sleep."

♪ I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy ♪

♪ These words he did say as I gaily rode by ♪

♪ Come sit down beside me ♪

♪ And hear my sad story ♪

♪ Shot in the ♪

[Norbert] Maybrook.

Ma-ve-Rick!

[Norbert] You're waiting to see the sun rise or somethin'?

Let's go to work.

Let him go.

Good show.

Come on, Maybrook.

I say, Maverick, my horse seems to have picked up a pebble.

If he can do that, maybe you can teach him to juggle.

Hear, hear.

I don't suppose you could help the poor brute.

Well, I'll try. I know just how he feels.

I say, you are a fright.

What in pity's name have you been doing?

Pitching fodder into the loft.

Why?

So, when winter comes I can climb back up there

and pitch it down again.

I see.

Poor Maverick there must be something

better suited to your talents.

There is, but these cowhands

don't have any money until pay day.

I don't suppose you play cards.

Whist.

Oh.

Oh, yes. I'm an inveterate gambler.

Well, that's nice to know.

I'll make you a little bet.

If you like. What should we bet on?

And how much?

Ninety-three cents, even money.

On the keenness of your eye

and the brightness of your logic.

That sounds utterly smashing.

Uh, first we need a belt. And a pencil.

No pencil? Maybe a hairpin.

Now, what you do is this.

You push the hairpin through one of these loops

so that when you unroll it, the hairpin will be inside.

Quite.

There's still time to change your mind.

[Ellen] Would you mind?

You must unroll it this way. That's the way you rolled it up.

Just so. Now, unroll it.

I say this is a bit thick.

Thank you.

You won't forget about the pebble, will you?

[Norbert] There's no way in saying

it's been rather upstream for you.

But become so discouraged you want strike out... on foot?

Lord Belcastle, it comes down to this.

I'd like to have a horse and a saddle and a grubstake.

But on my income, which is $12 a month

they're luxuries I just can't afford.

Mustn't take the short view, Maybrook.

It's merely a matter of sticking it through.

Well, I've stuck it through wars and fence wars

and prison camps and cattle drives.

I've fought Yankees, Indians grizzly bears and prize fighters

but there's just one thing I can't fight.

The fact that I wasn't cut out to be a cowboy.

I dare say you know more about it than I, but...

Grizzly bear? Ursus horribilis?

Are you a huntsmen?

Well, I've shot more of them than they have of me.

By jove, Maybrook, I think that's it.

It's what?

The means by which you are going to earn

your horse and gear and uh, grubstake.

Look here.

My brother Albert, my daughter and I are all frightfully keen

to go on a safari whilst we're here.

- Sa-what? - Safari, hunting expedition.

It would have to be rather primitive.

No batters, no beaters and all that sort of thing.

We'd all be rather roughing it, you know.

But dash it all. Dash it all.

[Bret] There we went. The thin red line of empire.

The house of Belcastle loaded for bear.

With food... clothing

shelter and the bare essentials of life.

And bringing up the rear, a simple native guide.

Two days across the grasslands and five days across the desert

taught me one thing about the British aristocracy.

When they talk about roughing it

that means no fresh cream for the 4 o'clock tea.

Ah, nothing like a warm, dry exhilarating air of the desert.

We could stand a bit of this in England, you know.

One more day and we should reach the highland.

And I forgot to bring my kilts.

I say, Maybrook, what cheer?

Can't complain, Your Lordship.

How are things over in the officers' mess?

That's what I like to hear

bit of healthy grouching from the ranks.

I'll try to oblige.

I think it utterly smashing, the change that's come over Maverick

since we started on safari.

Really, Maverick, you're like a new person.

[Norbert] It's all in giving a body, something he can do.

The man wasn't cut out for punching steers.

He was meant all along to be a guide.

I'm not sure, yet.

As my pappy used to say, it'd be a pitiful thing

if I ever tried to work for a living.

"Son", he said, "use your wits

'cause the lord didn't give you brains."

That's really quite droll.

You must never listen to that sort of talk, Maybrook.

If you think you can do a thing, you can do it.

Now, that's why you didn't make out as a cowherd.

You weren't keeping a stiff upper.

The one thing that has stayed me through every crisis

is the comforting knowledge that nothing is ever so bad

that it couldn't be worse.

Hello!

You're just in time for tea.

- You want some tea, Gus? - No.

Coffee, then.

There must be something we can give you?

Well, seeing that you brought it up yourself...

Food, water, everything.

They might at least have left us their horses.

Give us a chance to get back to the nearest outpost.

They didn't want us getting back to any outpost.

That seems a bit steep.

Have you any notion who they were?

The leader's name was Gus.

I guess they were the Shaughnessys

a bunch of outlaws on the run.

They figured they needed everything they took.

Tablecloths? Women's clothing?

I think they were simply a set of bounders

enjoying our predicament.

They were on the run, Lady Ellen.

If they were just out on a picnic

they'd have invited you along.

- Oh. - Well, Norbert.

It's going to be a rum go

but we shall try to make do with what we have.

- Nothing? - Quite.

We've come five days so far.

That should mean five days getting back.

Five days by a horse. That's at least 10 days on foot.

Be touch and go, but we can do it.

Without food or water?

My dear, there's food and water everywhere

if one knows how to look for it.

I read up a bit on the desert.

One looks for water by following game trails

by searching the valleys and depressions

by watching the flights of birds.

If there's a bird within a 100 miles of here

he seems to be painfully shy.

- May I make a suggestion? - Of course.

Ten days is a long time to go looking for water.

Do you have an alternative?

Well, I'm pretty sure those people were the Shaughnessys.

If they were, they were heading

for their hideout in the mountains.

Now the mountains are only two days away.

We stand a good chance of making it that far.

And then?

Well, if we're lucky

maybe we can get our stuff back from them.

That's interesting, but hardly practical.

Oh, what's practical about heading 200 miles

straight across the desert on foot?

I shall think that quite obvious, Maybrook.

When we finish our walk we should have got somewhere.

We shall have our own resources again

instead of having to battle a gang of ruddy bandits.

If we start out that way, we won't even need bandits.

May I remind you, Maybrook, this is my expedition?

Do you realize what you wanna blunder into?

I've seen men come off the desert down in Texas

after just three days without water.

- They came out, didn't they? - Some of them.

So shall we.

Belcastle, you're the first man I've ever seen who tried

to draw three cards to fill a straight.

That's picturesque, but unintelligible.

Look, if we keep going toward the mountains

we've a chance to stay alive.

But, if we head back into that desert--

You've stated your opinion, Maybrook.

Now, we can be on our way.

That way.

Can you talk some sense into him?

It's not really necessary.

If Norbert says we're going that way

that's the way we're going.

Why?

Because Norbert is an eminently sensible man.

Now back to "Maverick."

Sir Thurston Alderholt wrote a fascinating paper on it

which I have somewhere, I really must look it up.

One looks for certain plants that indicate water

close to the surface.

And wherever the sand is damp, well--

Try not to talk, father. It'll only dry you out.

I say, Maverick.

I'm rather puzzled, old man.

I know why we're headed this way.

But tell me, why are you?

No point in heading toward the mountains alone.

There's nine of them and only one of me.

Ah.

You still think Norbert's ill-advised, do you?

Oh, he's well-advised, he's just too stupid to listen.

Then why're you jogging along with us?

Well, I can't let you just wander off and die.

Huh. How thoughtful.

[Bret] We kept it up all that day, making good British progress

toward nowhere at all.

It was the only thing to do.

I'd finished trying to talk sense

into Lord Belcastle's head.

The desert itself could do that a lot quicker than I could.

And that is, if anything could.

Some things get hotter all the time.

It'll be worse tomorrow. Ah!

The further into the desert we get.

How do you feel?

I can't say I give it much thought.

That helps.

I've seen people dead that look better than you do.

The thing to do is press on

and save all your compliments for later.

You're still set on pressing on?

Naturally.

This "thin red line of empire"

is beginning to look pretty thick to me.

And what is that intended to mean?

You make a stupid decision...

...or His Worship here makes one for you

and you stick to it the rest of your lives.

That's only going to be two or three days.

We've heard quite enough from you.

I thought one day without food and water

would show you you're going the wrong way

but I keep forgetting who you people are.

It takes you longer to get the point.

It seems to take you longer, too, my man.

First of all, I deeply resent your suggesting

that I've made some sort of unicameral decision.

We've observed the democratic processes

discuss the matter fully and come to a majority vote

on this course.

And the very least you can do is to abide by it, gracefully.

Since we're set on going that way

we might as well go quietly.

I'm not going that way.

- Indeed? - And you aren't either.

Come now, Maybrook.

I needn't say I think you're behaving quite badly.

Childishly.

You people once saved my life

and I guess it's up to me now, to try and save yours.

Whether you like it or not.

I suggest, we try to get some rest.

Perhaps we can talk more sensibly in the morning.

There's no time to talk... or rest.

We're going that way and we're going now.

Why now?

Because we can travel three times as faster at night

we can look for shade at day break

and we can rest while the sun is out.

You're determined to die out there alone.

If I die, it won't be alone.

For pity's sake, Maybrook, you're still out-voted.

I hate to say this, Belcastle, but we're not holding

any more elections this side of Wyoming.

I'm declaring martial law.

I'm afraid you've got yourself a sticky wicket, my boy.

There are still three of us...

...and only one of you.

There are two of us, Lord Belcastle.

If that's your authority, I'm afraid it just won't do.

You'd have to get quite close to use it on anyone.

And I can assure you, you'd only get one of us at most.

Don't make me have to get any of you.

Try to get this through your thick skulls.

I am sick of the sight of you.

If I had a snowball's chance of making it back by myself

I'd leave the three of you out here

to talk each other to death.

Thank you very much!

I can't make it back alone.

I'd need help when I got to the mountains.

And I'm going to have help.

If I have to kill one of you to get the other two back...

...I'll do it.

I think he really means it.

[Norbert] "Course he does.'

You first, Belcastle.

- You know something, Maverick? - What's that?

The last person to depose a Belcastle

was King Harold Harefoot,1039.

- He got tired of arguing, huh? - Uh...

Unh-unh. Democratic processes, you know.

Only wanted to borrow the knife.

Can't be done, Your Lordship.

If I lend it to you, I'm afraid I might have trouble

borrowing it back.

As you wish.

I'm dreadfully thirsty.

I know.

Here.

How can this help thirst?

It can't. It just takes your mind off it.

Hey, Maverick!

You were right about traveling at night.

We're already back past the place where we lost our things.

I don't suppose it matters that we frightfully

overtired ourselves.

Alright. Alright. Don't move.

- What are you doing? - Just laying in some supplies.

Too bad, old timer. It's the law of the jungle.

Step right up, folks, don't be bashful.

What are we supposed to do with it?

Oh, what do you usually do with food?

- You mean, eat it? - Hm.

Thank you. No!

I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Eat it.

One blessed consolation, my mouth's dry.

I can't tell what it tastes like.

I can't even feel it.

I don't like it.

I don't suppose you've ever been in the Army?

The first thing we were taught, you're not required to like it

you're just required to eat it.

I'm so hungry I could eat a horse.

Unfortunately, we don't have one of those.

Right.

I say, Maverick...

...it suddenly hits me.

I-isn't it true that rattlesnakes travel in pairs?

I've heard something like that.

Well, then, it's not too late.

For what?

Turn back and wait for the other.

Just keep up your pace and you can have

half of Lord Belcastle's Ursus horribilis.

- What? - A grizzly bear.

Oh.

[Bret] We'd already done what I figured

none of us could possibly do.

We had gone more than three days on our own.

We were still almost alive.

A reptile here, a little cactus there

and every time I saw one, I had the same thought.

There couldn't possibly be another.

We're going to make it, aren't we?

This time tomorrow, we should be in the mountain.

You're sure?

We'll make it or die tryin'.

Quite.

Bret.

Yes, ma'am.

Are we being good troops?

Father and Albert and I?

England's finest.

I've had father up before the mast.

He shan't be acting up again.

- Again? - I saw what happened yesterday.

About the knife, that is.

You don't miss a thing, do you?

Are you truly a professional gambler, Bret?

Lady Ellen, I'm not a professional at anything.

I'm too lazy.

In England, we don't call our friends Lady this and that.

Are we friends?

We are indeed.

Tell me about Texas.

And what sort of little boy you were

when you were growing up there?

Things are dry enough already without getting

into that little story.

[Bret] The third night's walk was worse than any before.

And I wasn't sure we were going to make it.

Things happen to you when you haven't enough water.

Ellen found a lump of sugar in her pocket.

She put it in her mouth and it wouldn't even dissolve.

You find it harder to sleep

which is a kind of a blessing almost, because you dream

about things you don't want to.

Myself, I kept dreaming about a huge beautiful

and yellow meated watermelon.

I figured we were half way of the last lap

when I suddenly saw something that just had to be a mirage.

It was an orchard.

Cheers.

When we hit the bottom of that barrel cactus

we were ready to move on.

It's a lot different with moisture inside you.

I led as fast a pace as I thought we could manage.

We'd been amazingly lucky so far.

If our luck held up, or even if it didn't

this was bound to be our last night in that desert.

Finally, we reached the mountains.

- We've done it. - Almost.

Well, shall we?

We'll make better time if we rest five minutes first.

Worst of it's over.

Somewhere in the neighborhood

we'll find our supplies and the people who took 'em.

You seem quite sure of that.

Belcastle, I've got to feel sure.

Never fear. They'll be there.

Finding the blighters is one thing

getting our stores back is another.

How do you propose to do that?

Steal 'em back.

- Fight for them. - Hah!

[Ellen] Enough of that.

Bret before we go...

- Ellen, I must say... - Then, do father.

Strikes me that we've all taken leave of our senses.

Don't be tedious.

Before we go, Norbert, I've never said any of this before

but I think the occasion has come for it.

It's never seemed really logical to me.

A man has to study to be a lieutenant general

or a chimney sweep, but anyone can be a duke or a marquis

simply by being born in the right bed.

That's hardly an original observation, Albert

but it is profound.

Why don't you write a letter to the Times?

Now, stop it both of you.

No, this is important.

Sometime in the dim past

someone with a crown about his head

tapped a chap on the shoulder with a sword

and said, "Rise, Marquis of Belcastle". Why?

Because, dashy doll, the chap was a superior fighter.

A leader and he was needed for a job.

Much the same as with chimney sweeps.

Except they had to keep working at it.

Now, if you feel inclined to work at it, Norbert

the very least you can do for all the dusty old Belcastles

is to go out there and get their ruddy silver back for them.

Are we ready?

Yeah, I think we've covered just about everything.

Now back to Maverick.

[Bret] We still had a couple of hours before sun up.

Since we all couldn't go charging around in the dark

stumbling over things, I advised the house of Belcastle

to use the time for rest while I went reconnoitering.

Not a sign of life anywhere.

Not a sign life ever existed within miles of the place.

Except our own, of course.

And that still looked awfully temporary.

Something's wrong, isn't it?

I couldn't see anything anywhere.

What's that? What?

I climbed high enough to look around.

There's no sign of the people we're looking for.

Ah, well. Can't expect to stumble on 'em first off.

I was sure this is where they'd be.

If they were here, there'd be a camp fire to protect animals.

I couldn't see smoke.

What could you see? Meat? Vegetables? Water?

I'm afraid not.

Do you have any plan for what we should do next?

- No. Not yet. - Of course you haven't.

It would surprise me to no end if you should come up with one.

Mr. Maybrook, I followed you against my will

I needn't say for three nights and two days.

And you've only let us up what I might ludicrously call

the garden path.

I think it might be wise if I carried the knife now.

Norbert, you're not helping things by being difficult.

I'm afraid there's no sensible alternative, Albert.

Unless you'd like to lead us of the mess

your friend has lead us into.

- Maybrook, the knife. - I'm afraid not, Norbert.

This won't do! Simply won't do!

You mustn't, Norbert.

None of us have strength to throw away.

Am I still the minority?

For a while, father.

I seem to be still at your service.

Well, if you feel alright, I think we better be moving.

- Where? - North.

That's the way they'd have headed.

- You ready? - Carry on.

Albert.

[Bret] We'd been in worse condition out in that desert.

But we'd had something in the desert

that we seem to be losing now.

We'd had something to aim for. The mountains.

Now that we were in the mountains

I could feel the others thinking

that we were aiming at nothing at all.

- You see it? - Barely.

What?

Come on.

I think they're all present or accounted for.

Unless there's another guard we didn't get.

There are seven men down there for us to fight.

We will need 24 rounds.

Well this is to be said.

They wouldn't know who we are and know what we've got.

- What do you think? - A trifle finish.

They've got fairly decent cover themselves.

I'd like it better if we could trim the odds a bit.

- How? - There's a way.

We should have to chance it that they're all asleep

or at least groggy.

And we'd have to go in without being seen or heard.

- Like a pair of Red Indians. - Go in where?

Down there, of course. Get arms and ammunition.

Perhaps, even take the black odds by surprise.

Excellent. That's really excellent.

We shall have to hurry.

Afraid you can't go, Albert.

It's my duty to go, but we can't expose the whole male line

of the House of Belcastle.

I will not be regarded as breeding stock.

He's quite right, Albert. It's up to father and Bret.

Take care.

[Norbert] Coming, Maybrook?

- Hey! - Come on, Norbert.

Norbert!

Norbert, get up here. Run.

Norbert, you... get up here!

Splendid, Albert. Splendid.

- Maverick! - Hey, Ellen!

Ellen, get out from there.

There's nothing you can do for him. Your pistol, please.

Father!

Father.

I say, who won?

For heaven's sakes, don't try to mount alone, Norbert.

You are a wounded man, you know?

Nonsense, more stunned than anything else.

I've been thinking about that chap, Maybrook.

- I'm sure he'd be pleased. - Born leader, a bit headstrong.

But good stuff there.

Mustn't let him get away.

What would you use him for?

Superintend the Wyoming property?

That's dull thinking, Albert.

It's obvious he's drawn to Ellen.

It's even more so that Ellen's drawn to him.

- You're not thinking-- - 'Course, I am.

It'd do wonders for the bloodline.

Perhaps, they'll work it out for themselves.

[Ellen] Ready, Bret.

Is that all? I'm eager.

What are you going to do when we get back to Belcastle Cottage?

What are you going to do?

I dare say we'll go back to England.

We were almost ready... before.

I don't think you really like Wyoming.

There's a look in father's eye.

I suspect he's going to invite you to come back with us...

...to England.

Do you think I should go?

England's a wonderful place...

...for the English.

Yeah.

Now, if you were going someplace where it was more civilized

like say, Denver.

Lord Belcastle, ol' boy.

Ready when you are, Bret.

You're the leader, you know.

Hello, again.

I hope you enjoyed the show.

Next week's story takes us into the black hill of Dakota

during the gold rush of 1875.

And you'll be happy to know

that your old friend Dandy Jim Buckley and I

turned to honest labor in this one.

I suppose this is a nugget?

How should I know?

What would we do, old boy, if we made a strike?

A good one, I mean.

[Bart] Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Plays Dandy Jim as usual.

And as usual

he's as unpredictable as a pie-bald pony.

I'm going to live to regret this.

But probably not for long.

There's no bullets.

But my dear fellow, you don't expect me

to hand you a gun with bullets in it?

They'd hang me, too.

You mean to tell us you're a professional?

No, just a good poker player.

Yeah, we got another name for 'em, Card Sharks.

We ain't very hospitable

with them kind of poker players around.

I should've known it.

Bad poker players and bad losers always

come wrapped up in the same skins.

Turn around! Come on, back up.

Untie those horses and fan them out.

- Alright, now, fan 'em. - Yah!

Pick up those rifles!

Tell me it is all a mistake.

Oh, it's no mistake.

The old coot took all my cash, honey

that's the only way I could get it back.

Clubbed him down, eh?

Can you think of it better away?

I could invent one.

Can't you boys get it through your heads?

One hanging's enough for one murder.

I'm not confessing to something I didn't do.

Me neither.

Odds are two to one, you don't have to.

One a piece.

Higher card confesses.

[Bart] There's not only action and excitement

in this one, but a mystery too.

One that will leave you guessing

til the last shocking second.

Be sure to join us here next week for

High Card Hangs.

♪ Who was the tall dark stranger there ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail to who knows where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion ♪

♪ Gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as the handle on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind in Oregon ♪

♪ Blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabell ♪

♪ 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 Annabell ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Living on Jacks and Queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the west ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the west ♪♪

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