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Less care and more speed, huh?

Uh, the baron is not gonna stay fooled for very long.

Oh, no!

Now let's have the pearls.

- What pearls? - You've got 'em, and I know it.

If I have to kill the both of you to get 'em I will.

Now just a minute, those pearls have been in the family since...

...today.

"Maverick."

Starring James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world.

Produced for television by Warner Brothers.

[Bart] The odds against filling an inside straight are 12 to 1.

So a poker player isn't very wise to make the draw.

Unless, of course, he's feeling light-headed

and the pot is at least 12 times the size of his bet.

Which is exactly the way it happened.

A $1000 bet had brought back 12,000.

And I was doing the only thing that should

ever be done with money, spending it.

- A hundred-and-fifty dollars. - Hey, thank you.

There's a fine gentlemen who knows a beautiful thing

when he sees it. Uh, thank you, sir.

- One-hundred seventy-five. - One-seventy-five.

- One-seventy-five is bid, sir. - Uh, two hundred.

Too high is better, sir, but still not enough.

A priced palomino of-of-of Arabian

and Thoroughbred stock, 200 is bid now.

Am I offered more than 200?

Two-twenty-five.

Two-twenty-five, that's a little better sir.

Two-twenty-five just isn't enough.

- Two-fifty. - Two-fifty on bid now.

- Three hundred. - Three hundred. Thank you, sir.

- Three-twenty-five. - Now 325 is bid.

- Do I have any more then? - He ain't worth anymore.

Three-hundred-and-twenty-five the once.

Three-hundred-and-twenty-five twice.

Four-hundred dollars.

Four-hundred dollars. Thank you, lady.

Four-hundred dollars is bid once.

Four-hundred dollars twice.

Sold to the lady for $400. Thank you, ma'am.

Eh, could I have your-your name if you please?

La Contesse De Barot.

And that concludes today's sale, ladies and gentlemen.

I thank you for your kind and generous attention.

Uh, uh, thank you, ma'am. I-I shan't keep you a moment.

I'm afraid you paid a little too much for that horse, countess.

But I'll be around Denver for a while.

And if you wanna get rid of him for $325

I'll be glad to take him off your hands.

- I beg your pardon? - Well, excuse me.

Allow me to introduce myself, countess.

- My name's Bart Maverick. - Monsieur Maverick.

Uh, here's your bill of sale, milady countess.

- Thank you. - He's all yours.

Uh, milord, I wish to have him delivered at my hotel stable.

- I'm riding a horse now. - I'm sorry, ma'am.

But me and the boys is on our way

back to the ranch in a hurry.

Otherwise I'd be delighted. Good day to you now.

I mean, wait a minute. Uh...

I'd be happy to ride your horse

back to town for you, countess.

Oh, I don't believe...

Uh, what did you say your name was, monsieur?

- Bart Maverick. - Monsieur Maverick.

I live at the Denver Plaza Hotel. Thank you.

There is one condition, however, countess.

- Condition? - Yeah.

That you, uh, join me for dinner tonight.

Well, I am sorry, but I have an engagement this evening.

Your horse, countess.

You are drole, Monsieur Maverick.

Don't you think so, Uncle George?

Ah, I'm not in the mood for humor, Michelle.

Last night, Monsieur Maverick

I ordered the most simple dish possible.

- What is it? Merely poulet. - Chicken.

With almonds, uh, sliced razor-thin

Naturellement, peeled, fresh champignon.

Uncle, please. Uh...

Monsieur Maverick may not be interested in French cooking.

Uh, but I am, baron, I'm interested in anything

that, uh, comes to us from France.

You heard that, cherie?

Monsieur, I have written the most complete encyclopedia

on cooking that exists in the world!

I'll get it, tootsie. Excusez moi.

I, um, I think we have enough time for a dance.

Mm-hmm.

- Oh, your... - Oh, my pearls!

- Oh, that's too bad. - Oh. Oh.

Oh, do search carefully, Monsieur Maverick.

I will die if I lose a single pearl.

- You know how many you had? - Maybe 41.

Uncle George told me this would happen.

I was always tugging at them.

Well, let's see how we're doing.

Seventeen.

Oh, twenty-two.

- That's 39. - Thirty nine.

- Ah, 40. - Huh! Oh, 41.

Ah. Thank goodness we found them all.

This necklace has been in the family for 300 years.

Uncle George would march me to the guillotine

if he knew I broke the necklace.

Do you know where a good jeweler can be

located, Monsieur Maverick?

No, but I can probably help you find one.

- Oh, here he comes. - Oh.

International cookbook

by the Baron de Montaigne.

Yes, sir.

I've never seen such pearls.

May I ask where they come from?

They're a family heirloom.

Huh sir they are, they are perfect pearls.

And so perfectly matched.

Do you want them re-strung now?

Uh, do you mind if I watch?

You better. Wait, I'll get the new string.

Here. It is a glance.

Such luster.

Uh, is it possible you want to sell these pearls?

Well, they don't belong to me, but, uh--

Just a point of curiosity, what would you say they're worth?

I'll give, uh

$40,000 for them.

Sir?

Uh, how much for re-stringing?

Oh, five dollars.

Uh, exquisite.

Entree.

Oh, hello, Monsieur Maverick.

- Are you leaving? - Oui.

That's kind of sudden, isn't it?

- Mm-hmm. New York. - For where?

Oh, that dusty train ride. Quelle idee?

Well, do you have to go?

Uncle George has to. Tsk.

[Bart] May I ask why?

It is too complicated, Monsieur Maverick.

Oh. I, uh, I got your pearls.

Oh, merci.

Are you going to come back here?

Oh, the minute we can.

All Uncle George needs in New York is one day.

And why?

Because his money from France is suddenly

for some unexplained official reason delayed.

Oh. Quelle stupidite.

And New York is where Uncle George

is going to un-delay things.

Hm. It will only take a few days.

Then, uh, why can't they be straightened out from here?

Oh, it is too complicated and, uh

and we have no money to live on in the meantime.

Uh, how much money would he need to stay here?

Oh, quite a bit, I'm afraid.

We live rather expensively.

- Ha-ha. So I've noticed. - Heh-heh. Mm-hmm.

Uh, would $10,000 carry him over?

- Oh, you are joking. - No, I'll lend you the money.

- Uh, Monsieur Maverick. - Bart.

Uh, Bart, I did not think you are so naive

as to lend money to someone you know only a few days.

Michelle, I'm not only not naive, I'm a mercenary.

You can give me your pearls as collateral.

Oh, I hadn't thought of the pearls as collateral.

Well, that, uh, that would make it a business deal, wouldn't it

if you took them back?

- Absolutely. - Hm.

I-I think my uncle would allow me to do that.

In fact, I know he would. Heh.

There is just one more condition, countess.

- Dinner? - Mn-mn.

Lunch without Uncle George.

One o'clock?

Yes, sir. Room 202.

- Yes, sir. - I'm Mr. Maverick.

Did the Contesse De Barot happen to leave a message for me?

No, sir. She and the baron left quite hurriedly.

- Left? - Yes, sir.

They checked out two hours ago.

No, sir.

These are not the pearls I strung for you.

These are imitation.

Now back to "Maverick."

Brother Bart, didn't your long association

with Dandy Jim Buckley or Samantha Crawford

teach you anything?

The first pearls were real.

Anyhow, let's not talk about what's over and done with.

It's what we're gonna do to get back my money that interests me.

- We? - Well, what can I do?

- They know me. - Yeah, what's the difference?

You're just gonna have 'em arrested when

you find 'em anyway, aren't you?

What? They didn't break any laws.

I made a voluntary loan of $10,000

and took these as collateral.

But they're fake.

What difference does that make?

She didn't say they were worth anything.

And besides, there's nothing on paper.

Well, I'm sure you'll think of something.

- I have. - Good.

You remember the banker, Mr. Bates in Sunny Acres

and the $15,000 we got back for you?

Oh. You have a point there.

Well, I'll do everything I can to help.

- Mm-hmm. - For 25% of what we recover.

Well, after all, I'm taking up valuable poker time.

That's worth something.

- Fifteen percent. - Twenty.

- Seventeen and a half. - It's a deal.

You sure talk me down fast.

[Bret] The first thing we had to do was find out where the countess

and the baron were. It wasn't easy.

The hotel clerk told us, for a price, his life

that they had taken the train from Denver for San Francisco.

Which meant, of course, that San Francisco

was the only place not to look.

So Bart and I played leapfrog

working the alternate stops between.

There were a lot of them, Leadville, Colorado Springs

Pueblo, Trinidad, Socorro, Silver City, Santa Fe.

And each time the answer was no until I hit Phoenix.

Yup, I remember him.

He kept yelling for his baga-gee, baga-gee!

That's him. They got off here.

That's what I said, son. I don't like to chew my cabbage twice.

No, sir. Say, could you tell me where they went from here?

Yup. I took 'em up there myself.

- Up where? - The spa.

- What spa? - The only spa around here.

Red Sulphur Spring. That's a mighty fancy place.

It's about two miles north of here.

Uh, could I, uh, send a telegram to the next station west?

Nope. But I could send it for you.

Shoot!

- Possible? - Oui.

- No. - No.

Uh, what can I do for you, sir?

Uh, that painting on the wall over there.

- Yes, sir? - Uh, the painting.

"The Springs," can you tell me how much it is?

- Uh, yes, sir. I-i-it was $200. - Was?

Yes, sir. It was just purchased by the Contesse De Barot.

Hm.

There are going to be other paintings

by the same artist, sir.

Uh, an exhibit at luncheon on the terrace.

- Well, thank you. - You're welcome, sir.

Uh, congratulations, countess.

You got yourself a nice painting there.

- I beg your pardon? - Well, excuse me.

I better introduce myself.

- My name is Donald R Gray. - Mr. Gray.

Uh, uh, countess, there's something

you might wanna know about your painting.

The fellow who did it is giving an exhibition

out on the terrace at lunch.

- Thank you. - Would you care to join me?

I am afraid not.

- Ha-ha... - Uh...

How drole, Mr. Gray.

Do you not think it's funny, Uncle George?

No, I am not in the mood for humor, Michelle.

Last night, Monsieur Gray, I ordered

the most simple dish possible.

W-W-What is it?

- Merely du boeuf roti. - Horse beef.

Marinated with, uh, cooked langue le bouef.

Ox tongue.

To that we add tranche le porc.

- Pork. - Uh...

Burgundy, uh, tarragon vinegar

bay leaf, fine citron.

Please, Uncle George.

Mr. Gray is not interested in French cooking.

Oh, but I am, countess.

It's sort of my hobby.

- Ah, you heard that, cherie. - Mm-hmm.

Monsieur, I have written the most complete encyclopedia

on cooking that exists in the world.

I'll get it, tootsie. Excusez.

Mm.

- Countess. - Hm?

Have you seen the view from the end of the terrace?

Yes.

But, uh, I'd like to see it again.

Oh, my pearls!

Oh, do search carefully, Mr. Gray.

I will die if I lose a single pearl.

Perfect, every one of them.

Uh, they've been in the family a long time.

It's good as money in the bank.

How much money in the bank would you say was there?

Thirty-five-thousand dollars. Maybe a little more.

- Can I get them re-strung now? - Sure.

Entree.

Oh. Hello, Mr. Gray.

- Y-you're leaving? - Oui.

Well, this is kind of sudden, isn't it?

- Mm-hmm. - For where?

New York. Oh, that dusty train ride.

Well, do you have to go?

Uncle George has to.

May I ask why?

It is too complicated, Mr. Gray.

- Oh, I've got your pearls. - Oh.

Merci.

Well, no problems at all.

You'll have your $10,000 by four o'clock.

And uh, you will have your collateral.

Oh.

Countess!

What a delightful surprise!

Good to see you, Michelle. Baron...

Oh, excuse me. Baron de Montaigne.

I wondered what happened to you folks.

You just upped and disappeared.

Oh, uh, we, uh, had to visit some friends here.

- Yeah, an emergency. - Yes, an emergency.

Uh, Bart, I would like you to meet Mr. Gray.

[Michelle] Mr. Gray, Mr. Maverick.

- Mr. Maverick. - How do you do, Mr. Gray?

Monsieur Gray, would you excuse us for a little while?

- Uh, you know, business. - Of course.

- Mr. Maverick. - Mr. Gray.

Well, it certainly is a relief to find you people.

I have been scared to death ever since I lost track of you.

Carrying around a $40,000 necklace is quite a strain.

F-forty-thousand-dollar necklace?

Well, certainly.

- This one. - But, monsieur.

Uh, did my niece represent this necklace

as being worth $40,000?

- Did you? - Oh, no, I did not.

Bart, I never told you the necklace was expensive.

Come to think of it, you didn't.

The jeweler told me it was worth $40,000.

Pfft! He made a mistake, monsieur.

The pearls are imitation. Excellent workmanship.

The kind you can find only in Europe. But still, imitation.

But the jeweler offered to buy them from me.

Well, he made a mistake.

Oh. Uh...

Well, what about my $10,000? Everything straightened out?

Uh, yeah, I'm-I'm sorry, monsieur.

Uh, there are still complications.

Oh, too bad.

You know, I still think that jeweler back in Denver

would be willing to pay me a good price for these.

Perhaps.

He obviously knows little about genuine pearls. Heh.

Would you be willing to give me a bill of sale for the pearls?

And I'll just forget what you owe me.

Bart, the pearls are imitations. They are worthless.

Not to the jeweler in Denver.

Is not that dishonest?

Oh, you mean, if you keep the pearls

we no longer owe you $10,000?

The pearls and the bill of sale.

After all, I want the jeweler to know I really own them.

- Ha-ha. Yes, yes. - Yes.

Well, is it a deal?

- Yes! - Oui.

There is a pen and paper in the alcove.

- Shall we? - Right.

Entree.

Mm-hmm.

Now back to "Maverick."

Less care and more speed, huh?

Uh, the baron is not gonna stay fooled for very long.

Oh, no!

- Now let's have the pearls. - What pearls?

You've got 'em, and I know it.

If I have to kill the both of you to get 'em I will.

Now just a minute, those pearls have been in the family since...

...today.

You've got exactly ten seconds to let me have 'em.

Drop 'em over there near the door.

That's far enough. Now drop 'em.

Now get in the closet, both of you.

We'll pay you twice as much as the baron is.

- Move! - Yes, sir.

Now keep your backs to me all the way in.

- Huh! Don't shoot, monsieur. - Oh!

- You, you may keep the pearls. - We may what?

Th-the pearls. They're yours. We've been outwitted.

M-move the guns away, please.

Oh, come on, baron, you know we don't have the pearls anymore.

Now listen, countess. And you, too, Uncle George.

You played a neat little game and we played one back on you.

But when you start calling in gunmen

nobody's playing anymore.

We did not call in any gunmen.

- I swear it! - It is the truth, monsieur.

I would not have anything to do with guns.

It is against the law.

You believe him?

I don't dare. They're such good liars.

Nobody else knew we had the...

The jeweler.

Yes, yes, I have.

But he's out to lunch.

Lunch? It's nearly dinner time.

Yes, I know. I was wondering why he wasn't back.

- He's new here, you know? - My friend.

A masked gunman stole a pearl necklace worth $40,000 from us.

We think it was your Mr. Murdock.

Good heavens!

Do you know what trains leave from Phoenix today?

Ah, there are two, one at four o'clock for San Francisco.

One at ten minutes to 5:00 for Santa Fe.

And we were going to be on one of them.

But wait.

Uh, it's 20 minutes of 6:00 now.

Yup, I remember him.

He kept marching up and down here like a lion in a cage.

He couldn't wait for the train to get here.

- Which train? - San Francisco.

- Or-or was it Santa Fe? - Uh, think.

It's important. The man's a thief.

Really? What do you know? What did he do?

The train. Which one did Murdock take?

Murdock?

That's the man we're talking about.

- Mister. - Oh.

Well, I don't rightly know.

[Bret] When is the next train for San Francisco?

- Four o'clock tomorrow. - Ten to 5:00 for Santa Fe.

- Yup. - We can split up.

You can take the one to Santa Fe.

Is it worth it? He's got a big lead.

Well, it'll take him time to sell the pearls, besides

he's an amateur, he's already

made mistakes. He'll make more.

He would not break up the necklace.

It would lose half its value that way.

Thanks.

Uh, wait! Wait. Oh, just a moment.

- The pearls are ours, remember? - They are? Well, that's funny.

I've got a bill of sale that says they belong to me.

Robbers!

Only the first $10,000

is really yours.

Plus our expenses.

Do you know what that spa up there charges a day?

Not to mention, our chasing you all over the countryside.

Plus what it's still going to cost us.

Uh, plus our time.

We'll send you the difference in silver.

Goodbye.

Oh.

May I sit next to you?

It might be easier for you that way.

I'm not following you.

I'm, I'm just going to San Francisco.

While the baron just goes to Santa Fe?

You, you are angry?

As my pappy used to say, countess

"Never cry over spilled milk.

It could've been whiskey."

You, uh, you will need help in finding this Murdock.

Uh, we will look for him together, no?

- No. - Why not?

Because you're a crook, countess.

You're a pretty one

an exciting one, and even a dignified one.

But a crook just the same. You double-crossed me. Oh!

Mind your manners, countess.

You, you are quite right about me.

Except for one thing.

I-I am not a countess.

I-I never wanted to be one.

I-I was happy when he found me.

He, the baron?

Are you really French?

I met the baron in New York, at a party.

At the school where I taught classes in English.

His nephew was one of my students.

He, he taught me how to speak

with the accent of the aristocracy.

How to dress, how to eat.

He spent a year of his life

making a a countess of me.

And then, one day

after making me so very much indebted to him

he proposed this, uh

would you call it a scheme?

At least.

I accepted his proposal.

I did not feel I could refuse him then.

Well, how long have you two been at it?

Uh, this scheme.

Only a few months, but...

Oh, but too long for me.

Much too long.

Did you enjoy your nap?

Mm-hmm. Finding you gone woke me up a little too fast.

You need not worry about me any longer.

- Why, that would be nice. - Hm.

This is the first time

I've been free of the baron and the countess.

I plan to stay free of them.

Now what'll you do?

Oh, when I reach San Francisco

uh, the countess, the baron will vanish, mm

I will become myself again.

Teach school, right here in America.

What's your real name?

Michelle Bussot.

And you really plan to give up this countess grip?

Mm-hmm.

I'll probably regret this later on

but right now I believe you.

Thank you.

[Bret] In San Francisco, Michelle went her way and I went mine

looking for a man with a pearl necklace for sale

and getting nowhere.

- Yes, he was in here. - Oh, now you're sure?

He's, oh, about so big, black moustache, very rough-looking.

Well, the man I don't remember so much.

But the pearls you describe...

You know something? I came within an inch of buying them.

Why, I spent all day yesterday trying to borrow enough money.

- Uh, but you didn't buy it? - Not after she came in here.

And I've got the money now, too.

She?

A pretty woman

with a French accent?

I was all set to close the deal.

But I wouldn't think of buying the pearls

after I heard her story.

- What was that? - Why?

What do you have to do with all this?

Everything.

See, I'm a doctor. Well, she's very sick.

[Bret] She has hallucinations. Which story did she tell you?

Well, about her mother, uh, the family jewels.

- Oh, when did you talk to her? - About an hour ago.

Well, go on. What did she say?

That she'd sold the pearl necklace to this man.

Murdock.

Because the family needed the money.

And now they don't need it any longer.

Right. She came into an inheritance.

And she wants to buy the pearls back so that her dying mother--

Who didn't know they were missing in the first place?

Would hold them in her hands once again.

It's not true, doctor?

Not a word.

Did Murdock say when he'd be back?

No, he didn't. No.

He said if I raise the money, come to his place with it.

In cash.

You didn't tell her where she could find him?

Surely. At the Harbor Hotel. At the end of Water Street.

Oh!

Why, Michelle!

Imagine finding you here.

I thought you were out looking for schoolmarm work.

Well, I-I can explain this.

Of course you can. Bless your heart.

He fainted when he broke that vase.

- Okay, give it here. - Mm. I have no gun.

No pearls either.

- Get in the corner. - But I...

Countess love, the corner.

You didn't miss much, did you?

Have you tried him?

Oh, I...

Women are so illogical.

Ah.

Uh, can't we, uh--

- No, no, we can't. - No?

Now, Michelle, you let this be a lesson to you.

But what am I to do now?

Well, I suggest you get him to a hospital.

You really conked him.

Of course.

Of course, I'm still interested in buying them, doctor.

Oh, for how much?

Well, uh, since there seems to be something kind of odd

about all this, shall we say 30...

Well, what's the matter?

I'm no fool, mister. These are imitation.

Why, they can't be. I just took 'em out of Murdock's pocket.

That...

She switched 'em.

She saw me coming.

Now back to "Maverick."

Oh, but, Bret, what happened?

How did she get 'em?

Bart, did I ask you how she got $10,000 out of you?

- Yes, you did. - Oh.

Well, the problem is to find her again.

And, of course, the baron knows

exactly where she is.

I'm sorry, I do not.

You don't have to call him baron anymore.

He's just a waiter the countess picked up and made over.

Well, she tells me she was a teacher

he picked up and made over.

Heh, teacher this time. Last time it was a barmaid.

She hates being an aristocrat.

Where is she?

Baron, I could beat it out of you.

But I don't think I'll have to.

- No. - No.

Murdock is following her.

I don't think he'll be gentle when he catches her.

How could you know he's following her?

I checked to see if she left San Francisco by train.

She hadn't.

But Murdock had asked the same questions

an hour ahead of me.

You know that hurt?

But at least it tells us you know where she is.

- So does Murdock by now. - You must help me.

I told Michelle to meet me

back at the Denver Plaza if she got the pearls

and to go there by stage coach, not by train.

Well, we still got a chance.

That stage can't even be in Denver yet.

You get packed, I'll buy the tickets.

Three tickets.

- Is there any message yet? - No, countess.

As I said, we'll be sure to let you know

the moment a telegram comes in.

Mm-hmm. I'm in room 12.

I know, countess.

Of course.

Oh, I-I'll be having dinner before I go up to my room.

Yes, countess.

- In which room is my niece? - Room 12, baron.

Ah. Ah... Ah!

Shh!

Uh, answer.

Speak up.

Who is there?

Tell him you'll meet him in the lobby.

- No. - Tell him.

I will meet you in the lobby, Uncle George.

Something is wrong. She answered in English.

No!

No...

He tried to kill me.

You wouldn't be saying you're through, would you, baron?

Oh, yes. We are finished with all this kind of thing.

He sounds like he means it.

I think she does, too.

[Michelle] Three thousand, four thousand

five thousand, six thousand

seven thousand, eight thousand

nine thousand, ten thousand.

Plus my expenses.

Oh.

And plus mine.

Uh, by the way, countess--

Which reminds me. Are you a countess?

Hm, I am.

And what about Uncle George?

He is my uncle. And also Le Baron de Montaigne.

However, our titles is all that we have.

Our estates were taken from us

and now even our money's gone.

You just got $40,000 for the pearls.

Even with our little cut, that's quite a stake.

Enough to buy another necklace

and start back into business again?

- Oh, never. - What are you going to do?

Well, it is difficult.

Uncle George has no profession.

I have never had to work.

I know nothing about nothing.

You mean, you didn't really write that cookbook either?

That was just part of the act?

Oh, pardon. I wrote every word of that book.

Well, then you have a profession.

Why don't you open up a, a really good restaurant?

Right here in Denver. You'd have to fight the customers off.

We, uh, we were talking about it last night.

Uh, you've got more than enough money for a start.

It would be an act of mercy.

It would be a famous restaurant.

- Chez George. - No. Chez Michelle.

- Oh! - There is one problem, though.

Um, how many people did you get with that, uh

pearl routine before you got to me?

Well, there were only six of them.

- Five, cherie. - Uh, five too many.

Sooner or later one or two of them

are gonna walk into that restaurant of ours.

- Of theirs. - Uh...

And that would be the end of our...

...of your business career.

Uncle, you have the name of the five people.

It was only five or six-thousand dollars from each.

Maybe we could give the money back, huh?

- Michelle! - Foolish girl.

However, baron

you do have quite a stack of money there.

And Denver really does need the Chez Michelle.

No. It is still out of the question.

We can't give back the money.

- Matter of principle. - A matter of the practical.

If we give back the money, how do we get money

to open the restaurant?

Oh. A donation!

- Uh... - Oh, countess, please.

An investment?

Yes.

- Oh. - Partners!

Chez Michelle!

Oh, pardon.

Okay.

[Bret] In our next "Maverick, " we take you to a strange little town

in Kansas where we meet some rather odd

but interesting people. For example, there's--

[Mort] Mort Dooley, that's my name. I'm the marshal.

And this gentleman being my deputy Clyde Diefendorfer.

My very good friend, Amy.

Doc Stucke, finest undertaker west of Dodge City.

You can learn a lot from old doc.

Mr. Dooley, Mr. Dooley

there's a professional gambling man

over at the Weeping Willow Saloon.

How do you know he's a professional gambler, Clyde?

He's wearing a clean white shirt and a black necktie.

And he's a winner, Mr. Dooley.

Now, you get aboard that thing

and you stay out of Elwood, Kansas, from here on.

This is me legal counsel.

- Mr. Archibald Pomeroy. - Your servant.

But I still don't understand why I can't print the story.

Bless you, Duckie, if this story was to get out

before I was ready to take my rightful claim

into the courts, we'd have the sharks about us.

It ain't everybody is as honest as the likes of you and I.

[Bret] Reginald Owen plays Freddie Hawkins

one of the funniest and most engaging conmen

we've ever brought your way.

I don't think you hear good, mister.

- I'm running you out of town. - What for?

- You're disturbing the peace. - How?

Flaunting authority and goading me into a gunfight.

I couldn't find anything either.

Maverick!

[Bret] As you can see, this one is rather special.

And I think you're going to enjoy it.

See you here next week for "Gun-Shy."

♪ Who is the tall dark stranger there? Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail to who-knows-where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as the handle on a gun Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as a wind in Oregon blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabelle ♪

♪ 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 Annabelle ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪♪

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