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I wanted to tell you that I'll be happy

to return the cash I had impounded.

Too late, Belle.

You dealt the hand, and I'm gonna play it out.

And I think I'm gonna win.

Rufus Elgree's gonna play it out, too.

And you'll lose, Bart.

He makes his own rules.

And they're not nice ones.

- What's he got in mind? - I don't know.

But it'll be fast and violent. You can count on that.

"Maverick."

Starring James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world

produced for television by Warner Brothers.

Mr. Elgree?

Mr. Rufus Elgree?

Welcome to Kings City, Colonel Maverick

and the Bella Union Hotel, where every guest is a king.

Well, that's fine.

Eh, something in the suite

or a bedroom convenient to a bath?

Bedroom will be alright. The barbershop?

Just across the lobby, Colonel Maverick.

Thank you. You can just have my bag sent up to the room.

Yes, indeed-y.

Boy?

Boy?

Room 209, Colonel Maverick.

Are you planning to be with us long, monsieur?

That depends on Kings City, Ms. Bloomer.

If it's business opportunities you're looking for

you came to the right place, sir.

You can bet your bottom dollars on Kings City any time.

Talking about betting, I suppose

a man could get a little action around here for his money.

In a social way, that is.

Why, mister

Kings City's got seven gambling saloons

a racetrack and cockfights on Saturday.

And the biggest poker game in the state

where as much as $25,000 changes hands in one single night.

Really?

Well, it's funny I haven't heard of that game.

[Bart] Where do they play it?

Private card room, second floor.

Sounds like it's a little on the stiff side.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Not to them it ain't.

It's a crowd of wealthy millionaires runs that game.

Mine owners, railroad owners and big ranchers.

My, my.

You can't play in that game.

They don't play with no strangers, never.

- Never? - Never.

They don't want any tinhorn shooting

for those high bankrolls with short stakes, monsieur

so to speak.

Are you implying that I'm tinhorn, Ms. Bloomer?

Oh, no, sir. Why, heaven forbid.

What I was referring to was all those other tinhorns.

Present company excepted, of course.

Naturally.

Well, it's not important.

I hardly ever played poker anyway.

This poker game.

You say they won't let any strangers play in that game?

Oh, never, sir.

Excusing friends of Mrs. Morgan herself.

And which Mrs. Morgan might that be?

Uh, Belle Morgan, sir. The widow of Cyrus K. Morgan.

- She owns this hotel, sir. - Oh...

And half of King City, besides.

- Live here? - Oh, indeed she does, sir.

You'll see her in the dining room tonight, no doubt.

What does she look like, so I'll know?

Well, sir... she's, uh...

Good evening, madame.

May I help you, sir?

I wish to speak with Mrs. Morgan.

Kindly consult with Mrs. Morgan's secretary

on the second floor, sir.

I happen to be Avery Cartwright

one of the principal stockholders in Great Western.

Mrs. Morgan's secretary arranges

all of Mrs. Morgan's appointments, sir.

- But I-- - There are no exceptions, sir.

I'll have the same thing the dog's eating.

Monsieur.

[Bart] That'll be nice, very nice.

Yum-Yum. Yum-Yum.

[Bart] Yum-Yum, Yummy...

Yum-Yum, Yum-Yum!

Yum-Yum, Yum-Yum!

Yum-Yum! Oh, you naughty vagabond!

Where have you got to now?

Oh, sir.

Begging your pardon, sir.

But have you seen a wee dog about?

Yes, ma'am, as a matter of fact, I did

right here in this corridor just a few minutes ago.

As big as a Shetland pony, a fierce-looking brute.

Uh, he went that way.

Yum-Yum! Yum-Yum!

Yum-Yum! Yum-Yum!

Yum-Yum, Yum-Yum!

Yum-Yum!

Yum-Yum!

Yum-Yum!

Yum-Yum! Come out from wherever you are.

There's a good lad.

- Yum-Yum! - What's going on here?

Well, it's Mrs. Morgan's dog, sir. He's disappeared entirely.

- No. - Oh, yes, sir.

And, uh, not only that

but some strange dogs as big as Shetland ponies

have been seen wandering in the corridors.

Well, that's a fine way to run a hotel.

Oh, well, i-it's never happened before, sir.

And, uh, Mrs. Morgan has posted a reward of $50.

Fifty dollars?

That ought to run about $25 a pound.

Kitchen here.

Any sign of Yum-Yum?

Not yet, Ms. Abbott. We're looking.

Keep looking.

Oh, I cannot imagine where the wee devil got to.

Oh, there you are, you poor lost laddie.

Oh, just a moment, please.

Oh, yes, of course, the reward.

Uh, you misunderstand me. I don't want a reward.

Oh, what do you want?

Merely to, uh, deliver Yum-Yum to its owner.

Oh, well, I'm Mrs. Morgan's secretary.

You may give Yum-Yum to me

and I'll return him to Mrs. Morgan.

I'm sorry, but...

Oh, Yum-Yum!

Wicked thing!

Where on earth have you been?

I discovered him in the garden, ma'am.

He was cornered by a big bull mastiff.

Oh, I drove him away.

A savage brute.

Why, you were bitten!

Oh, it's nothing serious, just a scratch.

I understand you won't accept the reward.

Well, certainly not.

Of course.

Well, I don't know how to thank you, mister, uh--

Maverick. Colonel Maverick.

I'm extremely grateful, Colonel Maverick.

It was my pleasure, ma'am.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight, Colonel Maverick.

[Belle] Bad, bad boy!

Don't you ever leave your mama again!

I understand Roy Stafford is back in town.

Mm-hmm, didn't know he'd been away.

Chicago, New York.

Trying to keep that dilapidated railroad of his

from falling apart.

And to keep his creditors

from taking him apart.

Don't laugh. I'm one of those creditors.

[Rufus] How deep are you into Brasada Spur, dear lady?

Well, not deep enough to matter.

And I don't like to talk business at dinner.

You are Colonel, uh...

The gentleman who rescued my dog last night?

Colonel Maverick, ma'am, at your service.

Colonel Maverick.

Your hand is injured from the dog bite?

It's nothing serious. Just a slight infection.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Are you, uh, dining alone?

Yes, ma'am.

Would you like to join my table?

It's very kind of you, if I'm not intruding.

Oh, heavens no.

The least I can do is cut your roast beef for you.

You can't refuse that reward.

You're most gracious.

Gentlemen, this is Colonel Maverick.

Mr. Elgree.

- How do you do? - Mr. Greenbrier.

Good evening, dear sir.

Poker time, gentlemen.

If you'll excuse us, we'll leave you

with the gentleman from Texas.

Do so, I wouldn't delay

your precious poker game for anything.

Poker, I don't suppose it would be too practical

for me to play poker with just one hand.

- But still, I-- - No, I don't suppose it would.

- Goodnight, Belle. - Goodnight.

There you are, sir.

An apple a day, and your hand will be well

before you know it.

Nothing really serious.

The doctor just put it in a sling

as a precaution.

One can't be too careful, especially with a dog bite.

What doctor are you using?

Ma'am?

Which of our doctors is treating you?

Uh, oh, I think I have his name right here.

- Yum-Yum! - I'm sorry.

[Bart] How-how careless of me.

Yes, baby. Now, you're alright.

Hush up now.

It's your bath night anyway.

I'll just take him out.

And you'll dine with me tomorrow night

Colonel Maverick?

I'd be happy to, ma'am. Charmed.

Oh, Ms. Abbott, find out what doctor

is attending Colonel Maverick for that dog bite.

Least I can do is pay the bill.

Yes, Mrs. Morgan.

Desk. Barnes speaking.

Ascertain the name of the doctor

who's treating Colonel Maverick for the dog bite.

Mrs. Morgan wishes to pay the bill.

Yes, Ms. Abbott, immediately.

Uh, Colonel Maverick.

I wonder if you'd be so kind

as to give me the name of the doctor

who is treating your hand.

- What? - May I have your doctor's name?

- No. - No?

The relationship between a doctor and his patient

is extremely confidential. It just isn't ethical.

Oh, of course, I realize that.

But it's really, um, nothing to do with...

It's not a question of vulgar curiosity

on my part, sir.

On whose part, then?

Mrs. Morgan

wishes to assume the expense involved. Because after all--

Well, I assure you I'm perfectly capable

of paying for my own dog bites.

Goodnight.

Oh, good morning, sir.

How's the hand this morning?

Better. Much better, thank you.

It's, uh, practically well.

You, uh, you must have a fine doctor, sir.

A fine doctor, indeed.

I have.

W-would you mind telling me his name, sir?

I-i-in case I ever get a dog bite meself.

So they've got you working on it, too?

Uh, well, I've been chasing all over town

to all the doctors.

Now... you-you might as well tell me, sir.

Mrs. Morgan's not the kind

who will take no for an answer, ever.

Well, you tell Mrs. Morgan that the doctor who treated me

was just passing through town.

He's gone.

My hand is practically well

and everything's fine.

- Thank you, Terry. - Yes, ma'am.

[Martha on phone] Yes, Mrs. Morgan.

Send for Dr. Ellis.

Have him come to my apartment within the hour.

I'll be right back.

[Bart] Believe me, Bret.

The only way into that poker game

is through Belle Morgan.

And getting next to her

is turning out to be the toughest...

Come in.

Good morning, Colonel Maverick.

Oh, good morning, Mrs. Morgan.

How is your hand this morning?

Oh, much better.

Practically well.

I understand your doctor has left Kings City.

Yes, he was just passing through.

I have, uh, taken the liberty

of asking old Dr. Ellis to take over.

Well, that won't be necessary. The pain's gone completely.

Oh, but I'm the one that needs to be reassured.

One can't be too careful about dog bites.

- But I-- - And I do feel responsible.

Well, I want you to know

I appreciate your kindness, but--

You are a stubborn man, aren't you?

Dr. Ellis will see you within the hour.

- Good morning. - Uh, good morning, Mrs. Morgan.

Now, back to "Maverick."

[Bart] Come in.

Colonel Maverick, this is Dr. Ellis.

This really isn't necessary, Dr. Ellis.

But I insisted.

Will you step over to the window, young man?

- Yes, sir. - Face the light.

Will you stick out your tongue?

[Ellis] Uh-huh. Stomach cramps?

- No. No. - Shooting pains?

- Dizzy spells? - No.

Well, now, let's take a look at your hand.

- But it's bandaged. - Uh, I can see that.

Oh, what is that?

It looks like mud.

What he put on it, the doctor.

What doctor?

Dr. Tuckeroo.

Who?

He's a...

Well, I know this is going to sound strange.

But just after the dog bit me, not bad...

...barely broke the skin...

...I went for a walk, and this Dr. Tuckeroo

had a wagon down on the square.

He played a banjo and sang and...

- A medicine show? - Well, yes.

So, that's why you wouldn't name your doctor.

Well, I did feel kind of foolish...

...after.

But the stuff seemed to be curing me.

Will you come on over here?

And we'll wash that noxious pollutant off your hand.

[Ellis] Ah.

Looks like mud.

Smells like cigar butts.

He guaranteed it.

Guaranteed indeed.

To cure hydrophobia, blood poisoning

and restore tissue.

That's remarkable. Most remarkable.

Why, that scar doesn't even look recent.

Uh, can you... flex your fingers?

Uh...

Uh, you're a very fortunate young man.

Occasionally, these quacks run into some remarkable remedies.

Uh, by accident, of course.

You don't happen to know where Dr. Tuckeroo went, do you?

I think he said he was headed for Alaska.

Hmm.

Or was it California?

[Ellis] Well, if you ever run into him again

will you have him communicate with me, please?

Oh, I'd be glad to, doctor.

Well, good day, Mrs. Morgan.

- Good day, doctor. - Colonel Maverick.

Dr. Ellis.

It's still a little sore, but otherwise it feels fine.

Thanks to Dr. Tuckeroo.

You know, I wasn't even sure

that there was something wrong with your hand.

You weren't?

And you know, I'm still not sure.

But for the moment, Colonel Maverick

I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt.

I might even decide to be flattered.

- Morning. - Yes?

I'd like to speak to Mrs. Morgan.

If you'll tell me the nature of your communication

I'll relay it to Mrs. Morgan.

Now, couldn't you just tell her I'm here

and see what happens next?

Yes?

Colonel Maverick is here, Mrs. Morgan.

He didn't state the nature of his business.

Well, ask him what it is.

Uh, I came to tell her it's a beautiful day.

He states that he came to tell you

that it's a beautiful day.

Yes, so?

[Martha] He says he would like to invite you

to go horseback riding this afternoon.

Ascertain Colonel Maverick's reason for the invitation.

Because it's a beautiful day.

Well, really, Colonel Maverick

I don't want to appear ungrateful, but I, uh...

That's why, after my husband died

I stayed down here in the West.

There's nothing like that anywhere else.

[Bart] Well, there's Texas.

You can see farther in Texas

Colonel Maverick, but you can't see as much.

I don't think that's why you stayed out here.

- No? - No.

Well, why did I stay?

I was just making a point.

What point?

You didn't stay out here in the West

because of the view.

You stayed out here because you're not

just another woman in Kings City.

You're kind of an uncrowned queen.

And you like it.

And because you're a man, you don't like it.

'Cause I'm a man I don't like anything

that makes you any less a woman.

What would you like for your birthday?

My birthday isn't for a long time yet.

Alright, this is for your last birthday.

I've got everything I want now.

I'm in a generous mood.

What would make you happy?

I am happy.

Happier.

Well, let's see.

I like to play poker now and then.

You might ask those friends of yours

to invite me into their game.

Oh, I'm serious, Bart.

What would you like?

Alright.

A shirt.

White?

White.

But I do like to play a little poker now and then.

Oh.

I don't think you've got it, colonel.

Raise you 500.

I'm looking right down your throat, Mr. Elgree.

I'll have to raise you 500.

Well, you forced me to keep you honest, Colonel Maverick.

I got the three fives.

You could have been bluffing, colonel.

I held the ace I had to call you.

- I rarely bluff. - Nor do I.

Except when you think you can get away with it.

Now, let's play another round of that five-card stud.

Fascinating game.

Thank you.

Not at all, Colonel Maverick. Not at all.

They're heading south.

Probably to the rice fields around New Orleans.

Yes, I guess the summer's really over.

It's been a grand summer.

One to remember.

I'm cold.

Let's go home.

Alright.

But I'm not offering you charity, Bart.

What I'm offering you is a job.

A real man-sized job.

For a real man.

Before I left home, my old pappy said

"Always remember, son, the two greatest evils

are hard liquor and hard work."

I'm serious, Bart.

So am I.

You really wanna leave here?

I'll have to leave sometime.

Why?

Because I wouldn't have any fun

playing prince consort in this queendom of yours.

What are you talking about?

About us.

Us?

You're not proposing to me, are you?

Oh, no. I promised pappy I wouldn't wed till I was 38.

That's good.

Because I promised myself

I wouldn't marry again at all.

So what were you trying to say?

That I'm old-fashioned.

That I like a woman to be, uh... well, a woman.

And that's something you'll never be

as long as you stay here in Queens City.

Oh, excuse me.

Kings City.

I'm offering you a job that will make you a rich man

in only a few years.

Do I understand that you're turning it and me down?

Just the job.

I'd be happy as a bear and a beehive

if you'd come to New Orleans with me.

But you just can't do that, can you?

Goodbye, Belle.

When are you leaving?

On Tuesday's train.

Well, I-I'll be seeing you again.

[Martha] Yes, Mrs. Morgan?

Find Adam Sheppley and get him up here, fast.

Now, back to "Maverick."

I'm obliged to raise you $5000, Colonel Maverick.

You recall I declared 5000 back in my hand?

I remember.

Now, this certificate

has a par value of $50,000.

Although it's slightly depressed right now

I'm sure that any of these gentlemen

would be glad to offer 5000 for it.

Five thousand shares of Brasada Spur.

It's capital stock.

You don't know, Mr. Sheppley, Colonel Maverick, but I do.

As a railroad man, I know the Brasada Spur.

It's an operating railroad.

My only competitor in this whole area.

Well, as much as I have a lock on this hand, Mr. Sheppley...

...I've really got nothing to lose.

I have jacks up.

Well, I guess that finishes me.

Aren't you going to endorse the securities

over to Colonel Maverick?

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

- What is this? - Certificate of transfer.

Ah.

Come in.

Oh, you still in town?

I came to say goodbye. I'm leaving tomorrow morning.

For New Orleans?

I think you'd really like New Orleans.

I hear you won again last night.

I made out alright.

To show my appreciation, I'm going to share

my good fortune with you.

Oh?

Five thousand shares of stock you can have for $5000.

- It's an operating railroad-- - I know all about the stock.

As a matter of fact, I owned it.

Am I missing a move somewhere?

You are.

That happens to be voting capital stock

which makes the owners of record

accessible and liable for corporate debts.

Your share of liability comes to about...$40,000.

You rigged me.

That's right.

I suddenly got a very clear and unpleasant picture of you.

The non-existent doctor.

The new scar that didn't look new.

I tried not to face it, but I had to.

All you wanted from me was a seat in a poker game.

- Oh, Belle, I don't want-- - Don't touch me.

It started that way, Belle

but it's not that way now, and I don't--

How much did you take them for?

- Does it really matter? - Yes.

I happen to be one of the principal creditors

of Brasada Spur.

I just had your cash impounded by the sheriff.

Why? To keep me here?

Or to punish me for turning down your offer?

You used me. That's why.

Alright, I did, but you can't impound my money.

It's illegal.

Probably.

But it'll take you a year in court to prove it.

You play a real mean game, Belle.

You forced me to.

But, uh, that job is still open.

For about one more minute.

I've already told you what I feel about that.

You going to New Orleans?

How? You've got all my cash.

Can I help you?

I'm looking for Mr. Roy Stafford.

That's me. What can I do for you?

Maverick.

- Bart Maverick. - Pleasure, Mr. Maverick.

I understand you're president of the Brasada Spur Railroad.

President, bookkeeper, freight agent, janitor.

What's on your mind?

This.

Sit down, Mr. Maverick.

Thank you.

How much is that stock worth?

Several thousand dollars in liabilities now.

Someday, it may be worth a little money.

Maybe 15, 20 years from now.

[Roy] Where'd you get it?

I won it in a poker game.

Son, somebody has taken rank advantage

of your ignorance.

And it hurts, Mr. Stafford. Real bad.

Besides me and a bank in Kansas City

the only holder of capital stock is Belle Morgan.

You must have done something she didn't like at all.

Well, she did get a little upset.

Would you say this stock isn't worth anything?

[Roy] Not now.

My advice to you is to cut and run.

I could hide you in the caboose to number five.

Pulls outta here at 8:40 tonight.

Big stock holder like you

is entitled to some consideration.

She put a lien on $13,000 of my cash.

So in this case, I'd like to make an exception

and not run out.

What is the Brasada Spur, anyway?

Here we are at Kings City.

A lot of cattle shipped out of this area.

We built the Brasada Spur

to connect with the transcontinental mainland

up here to north.

We did fine, too, until Rufus Elgree and his group

brought their Great Western through Kings City.

There just isn't enough freight for both roads.

Not now, will be in a few years.

This country's growing.

But right now, you might say the Brasada Spur

is in the position of Lazarus at the rich man's table.

All we get are the crumbs that fall over the edge.

I don't know much about railroads, Mr. Stafford.

Uh, maybe you'd be so kind as to spell it out for me.

It's very simple, it's the old story

of the big fish swallowing the little one.

Every time I cut rates, they cut under me.

Now, they can afford to run at a loss for a spell. I can't.

So, you might say that mine is a... a seasonal operation.

During the peak of the shipping season

I make enough off the business they can't handle

to pay interest on the debts

keep the road in repair, and send my two kids to school.

The, uh, caboose on number five

is real comfortable, Mr. Maverick.

I've never owned an interest in a railroad before.

How about telling me more about our little enterprise?

Step over here.

[Bart] Uh, Mr. Barnes?

Yes, sir.

Would you please send these telegrams for me

and hold all replies?

I'll be back within ten days, at the latest.

- Very good, sir. - Thank you.

Alright, Terry.

All aboard!

Good hunting, Mr. Vice President.

Thanks, Mr. President.

These are exact copies of his telegrams?

Word for word.

According to this, the good Colonel Maverick

is on a first-name basis with every multi-millionaire

in Chicago and New York.

I think he meant you to see these telegrams.

Of course he did.

But what's he up to?

Now what?

Brasada Spur loaded 300 head this morning.

Cut their rate again?

Ten percent under us.

They'll be losing two dollars a head

on every steer they ship. They can't do it.

They done it.

Alright, lower our rates 20 percent.

Let's see them get under that.

But we'll be losing four dollars a head.

We've gotta keep faith with our shippers.

Besides, we can afford it. They can't.

I'll pass the word.

Nice trip, Mr. Vice President?

An elegant trip, Mr. President. How are things going?

Terrible, terrible.

They cut their rates again yesterday.

Well, then I think we'd better

cut ours ten percent under theirs, Mr. President.

Good idea, Mr. Vice President.

Have a cigar.

I don't know where they're getting the money.

- If I did-- - But it's costing us a fortune.

We did it. We stopped them!

They aren't moving a single car.

About time.

Yes, but they'll start moving cars again

if we raise our prices just five cents.

- What's that? - Oh, a telegram.

"Have important information, Brasada Spur manipulation.

Contact me, Union Club, Chicago, Thursday evening."

Signed, Blackburn.

Who's Blackburn?

I haven't the slightest idea.

I'll ask him when I get to Chicago.

Come on, Hogan.

Alright, Hanley, it's a deal. Sign here.

Hogan. Hogan!

Yes, sir.

What in the name of Telford are these things?

- Why, they-- - Shipping contracts.

Shipping contracts for thousands of head of cattle.

But you told me to get the business.

- I thought-- - You thought!

I was accepting nothing but current business.

These are for three weeks from now.

[Rufus] Six weeks.

Two months.

Well, the orders came in, Mr. Elgree.

You told me to accept the...

Say that again. We've what?

We have been supplying the money to Brasada Spur.

I didn't catch on until just now

when I came back and saw those contracts.

But you're not making sense.

Those cattle we've been carrying for almost nothing.

They've all belonged to Stafford and Maverick.

You mean he's been buying cattle at this end and--

And letting us ship them for him.

At eight dollars a head below cost.

Every dollar lost for us has been profit for them.

There wasn't any Blackburn.

They got me out of town so they could stick us

with contracts for future delivery.

Three hundred thousand dollars in firm contracts.

And there's nothing we can do about it?

You bet there is.

Those contracts guarantee a price of five percent

below that offered by other competitive public carriers

in the area.

In other words... we're stuck only so long as Brasada Spur

is still in operation.

How do you mean?

They've pulled every dirty, underhanded trick in the book.

Well, maybe underhanded, but not illegal.

What are you going to do?

Belle...

...I didn't get where I am reading law books.

I've played it rough all my life.

But for those two, I'm going to enjoy

learning some new tricks.

They've got it coming.

[Barnes] Barnes here.

Tell Colonel Maverick I wanna see him.

[Barnes] I'll tell him as soon as he comes in, Mrs. Morgan.

Find him.

Pay up to $25 a man per day.

If you foul this thing up, you're through.

Yes, sir. I can handle it.

Have Canton and White plant the stories

about the labor trouble with the newspapers.

- Pay them $100 each. - Yes, sir.

Hire 200 men for the job.

Tough men.

And you start work fast, right on down the line

all the way.

Yes, sir.

And, Hogan...

...if you do anything that lets this be traced back to me

I'll kill you with my bare hands.

Yes, sir.

Now, back to "Maverick."

Hello, Belle.

Hello, Bart.

You wanted to see me?

Yes. Won't you come in?

Thank you.

You would like some tea?

No, thanks.

I could have some coffee brought up.

Not now, thank you.

How have you been?

Oh, very well.

- And you? - Fine.

I wanted to tell you that I'll be very happy

to return your cash I had impounded.

And I'll be glad to accept.

I played a lot of poker for it.

- Provided... - Uh-oh. I was afraid of that.

Provided you stop playing railroad...

...and bilking people out of their money.

Bilking people? What people?

The stockholders of Great Western

of which I am one.

If anyone's been bilked, I'm afraid it's me.

I said your money would be returned to you.

It's too late, Belle.

You dealt the hand, I'm gonna play it out.

And I think I'm gonna win.

Rufus Elgree's playing it out, too.

And you'll lose, Bart.

He makes his own rules, and they're not nice ones.

- What does he have in mind? - I don't know.

But it'll be fast and violent. You can count on that.

I don't know whether you're trying to help me

or just trying to scare me off.

I wish I knew, Belle.

I guess it's both.

Thanks.

At least, I'll have my eyes open.

You won't quit?

Will you? Will you leave here, go to New Orleans?

This has nothing to do with me.

Mrs. Morgan, love...

...it's got everything to do with you.

She's right about one thing.

Rufus Elgree can be dangerous.

Real dangerous.

Had a ride away dispute a few years back

with some farmers east of here.

A lot of people were hurt.

Several were killed.

He won the dispute.

A message just came through

from Junction City, Mr. Stafford.

Someone's commandeered one of our trains

and she's heading south on our tracks.

- When? - Just now.

Our tower man said her coaches is full of men.

It'll be rough.

And it's worth a lot more than I'm paying you.

But if we win, I'll triple it.

Sounds like Saturday night in the middle of the week.

Will 50 of us be too many?

I just got word they hit our station at Brasada Pass.

That means they're still over 200 miles away.

When you hear the whistle blast three times, jump!

Alright, pile aboard!

All aboard!

- We're in trouble. - What's wrong?

Another train. It's awful close.

I-I can feel it on the track.

How close? We can make it through the tunnel, can't we?

Maybe. We sure can't jump off till we are.

I'll see your 15.

Raise 100.

You know, Elgree, if I had your luck

I'd own this territory.

Luck?

That's skill.

Pure skill.

Good evening, gentlemen.

And you, Mr. Elgree.

What's this?

It's a paper you're gonna sign.

I am?

You are. We have two other papers.

Sworn statements from the leader

of your Chicago boys and your Mr. Hogan here.

I'm not going to the pen for you or anybody else.

What did you tell them?

Everything.

[Rufus] What do you want from me?

It's right there.

An agreement to pay all damages for the Brasada Spur

plus punitive damages of $50,000.

I won't do it.

Speaking as your attorney

I strongly advise you to sign it.

He's got no evidence that'll hold up in court.

They beat that confession out of Hogan. Look at him.

It's always wise to know when you've been beaten.

And we have been.

And I don't want it proved in the papers or in the courts.

Sign it.

Belle, his confession is worthless.

Sign it.

Give me a pen.

Belle.

Thank you.

For what? You won.

I was just trying to avoid public embarrassment.

Your money's waiting for you at the desk.

I seem to remember mentioning this before

but... have you ever been to New Orleans

during Mardi gras?

Have you ever been in a good, steady job?

You've proved that you do just fine in business.

I couldn't stand the excitement.

Now, you take a nice, quiet saloon--

Goodbye, Colonel Maverick.

Why, Colonel Maverick.

What a surprise!

Are we both going to New Orleans?

We certainly are.

♪ Who is the tall dark stranger there? ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Riding the trail to who knows where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion ♪

♪ Gambling is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as a handle on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind in Oregon ♪

♪ Blowing up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is a lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Living on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is the legend of the West ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ 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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