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The first shot will be aimed at you, sir.

Drop that toy, old boy.

I detest gentlemen who walk around with secret stingers.

Now, you get outta here

and don't show your face around again.

Get out!

And take your toy with you.

"Maverick".

Starring James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

A Warner Brothers television production.

Raise a hundred.

Call.

- Three deuces. - It's close.

Three treys.

You know, if I hadn't dealt this hand with own card

I'd say this was just a little more than luck.

Bret Maverick?

What can I do for you, sonny?

Do you know a Dan Jamison?

Dan Jamison?

I used a know a... a boy back home by the name of...

Danny!

- How are you, boy? - Fine Bret just fine.

Hey, you've sprouted up, son.

Well, I was eleven when you left Texas

and that was eight years ago.

You look fine, come on over and let's have a talk.

Pass the deal, gentlemen, deal me out.

Uh, Maverick.

This wouldn't be a way of quitting

when you're winning, would it?

Cole, as my old pappy always taught me

"The only time you ever quit when you're winnin'

is after you've won it all".

Evening, gentlemen. Come on, Dan let's have a talk.

Danny boy, you've grown up.

- Well, Danny? - Bret...

...they call me Dan now.

Okay, Dan, how'd you find me?

Well, it wasn't easy, but...

...every sheriff I ask, they all seem to know you.

Well, that's always been a problem of mine.

Now, why did you find me?

- Ma, sent me. - Trouble?

- I don't know. - What is it?

Well, it's your pappy.

Pappy? What's pappy up to now?

He's getting married.

- To your ma? - Nope.

Oh, that's too bad, I... always kinda figured you...

...your ma and pappy would some day--

So did ma.

I know how your ma felt about pappy.

But things don't always happen the way we want 'em to.

My pappy always...

Who is she? A good woman?

Nope.

- A bad woman? - Nope.

Well, what's pappy marryin'?

Well, she ain't rightly a woman.

What do, what do you mean?

Well, she's a year younger than me.

Pappy is marryin' an 18-year-old girl?

Yep.

Oh, doesn't she have any folks?

Yep.

- They don't object. - Nope.

Matter of fact, they're sort in favor of it all.

In favor?

Dan...

...there's not any guns involved or--

No.

Well, who is she?

Josephine St. Cloud.

The prettiest girl you ever saw.

- French, huh? - Yeah.

She lives on the Louisiana side.

St. Cloud.

Why'd your ma send you to me?

Reckon, you oughta know.

Reckon, you wouldn't like the looks of things.

Well, this type of thing, girls marryin' and all

that is more in brother Bart's line.

You should've gone after him.

I tried.

I couldn't find him.

That's okay, Danny, uh, Dan.

I know where he's supposed to be.

You didn't ask the right sheriff.

Three two's.

Uh, three threes.

If I hadn't dealt my cards with my own hands

I'd have thought you cheated.

As my pappy used to say, "Son, the best time

to get lucky is when the other man's deal in."

I'm sick and tired of listening to what your pappy had to say.

If he's that good a man raiser what're you doin' in jail?

Now that's a fair question, sheriff.

I'm under arrest on suspicion. Suspicion of what?

The mayor doesn't like your face.

You're poker face.

Maverick...

...uh, can I borrow ten dollars.

What?

Well, you won all my eatin' money.

- For how long? - A week.

You're not gonna hold me here that long, are you?

Well I'll pay you back

you don't have to be my prisoner.

Just as soon as you release me I'm leaving this fair village.

Well, that's what the mayor hopes for.

I reckon it'll be, uh...

...later on today.

There you go, sheriff ten.

I'll collect next time I'm through town.

Thanks, Maverick.

- You're a good sport. - Oh, sure.

Uh...

...I'll buy you a new cigar.

Much obliged, sheriff.

You got a prisoner registered here

by the name of Bart Maverick?

In the cell.

Thank you.

Come in.

It's not locked.

What'd you do? Win the keys?

What about it?

You think the old boy's reached the second childhood?

I don't recollect his ever leaving his first

now that I think back about it.

That's a sorry situation, but Danny--

Dan.

Dan, I just don't see

what I could do even if I was there.

This sorta thing seems to be more on Bret's line.

Well that's what he said about you.

Me?

What do I know about weddings?

What do I know?

Well, I reckoned it'd be this way.

I didn't tell ma, but

well, I reckoned it deep inside.

I was just 11 when you fellas left Texas.

And I reckon, deep inside

I knew you was the way you was.

Well, I'm done with what ma asked.

And I guess I'll be going back.

Tell her the good of it.

- Bye. - Bye, Dan.

Bye, Dan, have a nice trip.

If, if you ever get down our way...

...well, why don't you drop by, I'd be glad to see you.

Well, I figure what pappy does is his own business.

As Dan would say "Yep...

Now he can marry anyone he pleases.

Yep.

Of course,18-years-old is a little young for him.

Yep.

- That's none of our business. - Nope.

Kinda worry some about Danny ridin' out alone.

Yeah, he is just a boy.

There's a lot of Indian territory

between here and Texas.

And they get mean in this time of year too.

Yeah, well I was figurin' on heading south anyway.

Maybe I'll just, uh, ride along with Danny

till he gets through that Indian land.

Oh, maybe I'll go along with you.

It's going to get cold around here pretty soon

and I'd just soon be a little farther south myself.

You're next, mister.

That's funny, all that talk about hostile Indians.

Why there's only a 30 mile stretch of friendly Ponies

between here and Texas.

This is where I stayed on my way up.

They sell hot food

and have shacks out back if you wanna sleep in for the night.

Well hot food sounds good.

But it's your turn to tent the horses, brother dear.

What can I do for you?

What's on the bill of fare today?

Stew the just as same as any other day

only you gonna have to wait till it's ready.

Come and get it.

[Dan] That's the girl's brothers.

May I help you?

I would like a nice tall cool drink of water.

Water?

Not water, my friend, water creates rust.

Join us in some excellent brandy.

Well, no, thank you, brandy is nice, but

right now nothing would take the place

of good drink of water.

A bar is not a proper place to go for water.

I am willing to pay for it.

Perhaps you might reconsider.

My brother.

My brother is easily offended.

He looks sensitive alright.

My brother insists that you join us.

He must have a low voice.

In fact if you don't

my brother may ask that you step outside.

So, consider carefully.

Which will it be?

Drink or fight?

Well, I'm not gonna drink

and I'm not gonna step outside either.

But I'm afraid I should warn you

when the shooting starts

the first shot will not be at your brother.

The first shot will be aimed at you, sir.

You're shooting, sir?

But you're not armed?

Maybe I am, sir, maybe I am.

Drop that toy, old boy.

I detest gentlemen who walk around with secret stingers.

Now, you get out of here

and don't show your face around again.

Get out!

And take your toy with you.

Hurry up Bret, we gotta get outta here before they spy me.

What do you mean?

Those two fellas, Jean Paul and Rudolph

they're the girl's brothers.

Let's go.

The trails are getting full of jackanapes like that.

What is your name, sir?

James Buckley and known around as Dandy Jim Buckley.

I'm Rudolph St. Cloud.

My brother, Jean Paul St. Cloud

I am Chester Miller.

Delighted, gentlemen.

Won't you join us in some excellent brandy?

I'd consider that... with distinct pleasure.

Chester, glass please.

Rudolph, that fellow look mighty familiar.

I know, I think that's why I didn't like him.

You know the best thing in the world

for the way we feel.

- What? - Food.

- Where? - We could wake him.

- What odds are you giving? - None.

Second best thing is, uh

hair of the dog that bit us.

No, not for me, oh, boy.

Strange, my brother is a tower of physical strength.

But he cannot drink.

He seemed to do rather well last night.

Who are you?

Well, we met last night.

You introduced yourself as Buckley

known around as Dandy Jim Buckley.

Then that must be who I am.

What do you do for trade, Mr. Buckley?

Well, I'm the jack of all trades, Mr. St. Cloud.

You pay me and I do it.

What time is it?

You do what, sir?

Most anything.

But you pay me first.

What time is it?

Most anything covers a large margin.

Precisely.

What are your immediate plans?

Well, at the moment, I'm between engagements.

Uh, for plans I'm, uh...

...I'm drifting south.

I haven't seen New Orleans in quite some time.

I live in Litroe, it's on the way to New Orleans.

Why don't you join us? Be our house guest.

Litroe is lovely at this time of the year.

I accept your invitation with pleasure, sir.

Then we shall leave at once.

What time is it?

I never thought, I'd see the Lady Gida closed.

When we were showin' "Our American cousin"

the night Abe Lincoln was shot

and we ain't done much business since.

Well, that's the show-boat business.

Hello, sweetheart.

Bret, darling.

My Lady Gida.

Oh, I'd like you to meet

my new leading man Sampson Bronze.

Bret Maverick.

Delighted and I might add

that you have the privilege of meeting

one of the very few Americans

ever to star at Stratford-on-Avon.

- Go make some coffee. - Very well.

What a sad day when man of my talent

is demoted in stature

to the position of mere lackey.

Ham?

Are you going into production?

Soon, Bret darling, soon.

Meanwhile, this boat makes us all

a very nice place to live.

Dan's a good boy.

Yes, I tried to raise him correctly.

- Uh, you did a good job. - It wasn't easy.

My background's New York and livin' a while in Europe.

I wanted him to be a typical Texas boy

because I like typical Texas boys.

I know people who'll argue with you about that.

- You're a Texas boy. - That's how I know.

I guess, you wonder why I sent for you.

Well, I'm not going to beat around the bush.

There's an anemic flittering little butterfly

whose trying to get my man.

Though what either she or I see

in the lecherous old goat, I'll never know.

But he's been my property for a long long time.

And I never give anything I like away.

Let's straighten to the point.

There's another reason.

I think the old coot is in grave danger.

Well, now, please, he is my father.

Uh, what do you mean

you think, he's in grave danger?

The St. Clouds are a family of miserable snobs

who fancy themselves aristocrats.

But I must admit that the little piece of fluff is attractive

for an 18-year-old simpleton.

That ain't fair, ma.

She's considered a respected lady.

He's an out-and-out flirt.

However, she is planning for a successful marriage

in New Orleans' society.

Why then would her family encourage her

to wed a penniless elderly gambler

with a social status of a polecat?

- Why? - insured.

That's the first thing I thought of, no.

Now they've advised him against insurance for the first year.

It's bad taste.

That guy haven't been able to find any reason for it.

Uh, Gida...

...maybe, it really is an affair of the heart.

No.

Nobody as pretty as she is could fall in love

with someone so ugly as ol' Beau Maverick.

Well Dan, he looks a lot like me.

Where is Pappy? Is he here in town?

Oh, no, he's much to grand for this town now.

He's in Litroe on Louisiana side

staying in a gentleman's club called Le Cherlez.

However, the only gentleman who ever stopped there was

merely asking directions.

Well, I guess I better look pappy up.

And we'd be better opening the sideshow.

Yeah.

And you can tattoo Sampson.

- Odds? - Eight of diamonds.

No way out.

King of hearts. Possible royal flush.

I check.

One hundred dollars.

He's got it.

I know, he's got it.

It's like fighting fate to play this man.

You win, Maverick, let's get out of here.

[Pappy] That, sir, is ungentlemanly.

[Bret] So you taught me, Pappy?

Well, Bret.

Bret, my boy, bless my soul.

Sit down, sit down.

Well...

...what brings you to town?

I heard you're getting married.

I always like weddings, Pappy.

Look, son

respect from the young is, is nice.

But when the young reach adulthood

some forms of respect are considered, uh, childish.

Here after you may call me Beau.

Alright, Beau.

- Cut. - Deal.

Well, son

how did you learn of my forthcoming wedding?

I visited the Lady Gida.

Oh, you're high.

Well, it's, it's understandable that in some quarters

eyebrows may be raised in prospect to this union.

The bride is a trifle younger than me.

Well, I hear she's trifle younger than me.

You have.

I hope you aren't here in role of a, of a dutiful son

bent on to saving his doddering old father

from a, uh, a-a sheer disaster.

Oh, no, no, I'm just here to offer congratulations.

You're still high.

- Oh, oh, Pierre. - Oui, monsieur.

I would like you to meet my, uh, brother

Mr. Bret Maverick.

My pleasure, uh, remarkable likeness.

Welcome to the club, monsieur.

Well, thank you, sir.

Wonder, if I could ask you a question, Beau.

Yeah, if it isn't too personal.

Uh, what happens if someday

your bride discovers the charm of younger men

and realizes or thinks perhaps that she's made a mistake?

It is personal.

Answer to that is something

I should have taught you years ago

which my old Pappy taught me.

"If you're ever served a rare steak

"that's intended for somebody else

"don't bother with the ethical details

eat much as you can before the mistake is discovered."

I see.

Uh, your treys are high.

But I wouldn't bet too much on 'em if I were you.

Well, I would.

You have the same hand in spades

you had in hearts last time.

Fifty dollars.

Call.

Three treys.

[Pappy] Someday, you'll learn to listen to me, son.

Oh, Pierre.

Uh, would you bring some brandy for my brother and me?

He's French.

Oh, really?

Welcome to Bartlett Post, Mr. Buckley.

Any friends of my sons are friends of mine.

Thank you, sir.

You must be tired, come in.

Brandy, Mr. Buckley?

Not at this moment sir, my head is still suffering

from the effects of last evening's brandy.

A bath is what you need, my friend.

Show Mr. Buckley to our room and prepare him a bath.

Your hospitality ever warms me, sir.

Get a good rest, my friend.

Tonight we're holding a little gathering

to celebrate the engagement of my only daughter.

Well?

Please make yourselves comfortable.

Josephine should be down by now.

I now believe, you've met my daughter, Mr. Buckley.

No, sir, I haven't had the pleasure.

[Rene] Josephine, this is our house guest, Mr. Buckley.

It's my honor, ma'am.

Wow, Mr. Buckley

you do carry on, don't you?

Josephine, run along and greet some of our guests.

I want a word with Mr. Buckley in the study.

Yes, papa.

Lovely, isn't she?

Oh, yes, sir, yes, sir, she is lovely.

This way, son.

My son was telling me

you're a man of varied professions.

I have no profession.

I understood, you did.

Let me put it another way.

I, uh, I loathe hard work.

I enjoy good living.

To avoid hard work

and to live well

is not easy for a man who was born penniless.

Your point, sir.

I have no profession.

But I'll do most anything for money.

Now we're back to the crux of the matter.

Would you...

I hope, I don't shock you.

...kill a man?

For a price?

Life is too valuable to remove for friendship.

Of course, for a price.

I imagine, you wonder why I inquire?

No, sir. I'm, uh

I'm imagining that you're trying to tell me

that you have a job for me.

Thank you for making it easy for me to say it.

Understand, I don't want this man murdered.

I want him killed in fair combat.

Oh now that costs more.

Two thousand is the limit of my budget.

I'm your faithful servant.

Now, may I have the details?

No details, just do the job.

Who is the, uh, candidate?

In a moment, a man will arrive.

His name is Beauregard Maverick.

Tonight, I plan to announce that Maverick and my daughter

are to be married.

Yes, sir.

I want Mr. Maverick dead

before the wedding occurs.

- Then why-- - We better be going now.

I'm being rude to my guests.

[Pappy] My dear, I have never viewed anything so lovely.

He's here now come, I'll introduce you.

Oh, Mr. Maverick you do carry on, don't you?

Beau.

Oh, excuse me, my dear

I believe our father is calling.

I'd like you to meet our house guest Mr. James Buckley.

Mr. Beauregard Maverick, soon to be my daughter's husband.

Eh, pleasure, sir.

You look very familiar, sir.

Have we met?

I've a met a younger man who looks very much like you.

Do you have a son around 30?

[Rudolf] Uh, Dandy

there's someone I'd like you to meet.

- Excuse me. - Excuse.

Fine lookin' young man, ain't he?

Don't be so anxious, Dandy.

We want to announce the engagement

before you fight him.

Well, Mr. Maverick, what a...

Well, you're not Mr. Maverick.

Well, I am, but I'm not Mr. Beauregard Maverick.

Well, then who are you? And what are you doin' here?

Well, I'll tell you the truth, ma'am.

Mr. Beauregard Maverick is kin folk of mine.

Well, you do look somethin' alike.

And, you see, I heard that he was planning to marry

a beautiful girl, young enough to be his daughter

and well that makes me wonder some.

Wonder what?

Well, why this girl would consent to marry him?

Because her folks insists, maybe.

But why do they insist?

Is that why you've been pokin' around here in the garden

trying to find that out.

That's the truth, ma'am.

You love your kin?

Well, I do have an attachment to him.

Then you better get him away out of town as fast as you can.

'Cause he's in terrible danger.

How do you know all this?

Because, I'm Josephine St. Cloud.

- Well, you're the girl? - Yes, sir.

Well, I must say, I can't blame him.

You are lovely.

My!

You do carry on, don't you?

We-well, how do you mean he's in trouble?

Because they're about to announce our engagement.

And there's over 20 people here tonight.

- What do you mean? - Well, you see if--

[Rene] Josephine?

Yes, papa.

What are you doing out there?

I needed some fresh air, papa.

You get your kin out of town faster, hear?

And I sure do hope we meet again one of these days.

- You're alone out here? - Well, of course.

Why would you be thinkin' anything else?

Because I know you, little one.

Now go inside before you catch your death.

Alright, papa.

Jean Paul?

Psst.

- Bret. - Who'd you expect?

- Well, you, I-- - Shh.

You, I followed you, I thought you might need some help.

How about that?

I know you're out here.

I'm not goin' inside till I find you.

You go jump over that wall.

- Why? - Shh.

- To attract his attention. - Why?

You said, you want to help me didn't you?

Now, go jump over that wall.

Halt! You sir, halt.

Here, let me help.

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please.

I have an important announcement to make.

That's all I know.

I'm supposed to get him into a fight

and kill him before the wedding.

But before the announcement would have been too soon.

Well, that all fits together somehow.

The girl said something about the danger being

that the engagement was announced before 20 people.

Does that make sense?

It hasn't from the smelly beginning.

Then it all bows down to this for some strange reason

the St. Clouds want Josephine against her will

to become engaged to pappy.

Then they want pappy killed.

It's, uh, simple if mysterious.

Well I move that we tell pappy everything we know.

Not for four days.

He's gone to New Orleans

to be fitted for a wedding suit.

That old badger never bought a new suit for me.

There is one other thing I found out.

What?

Uh, that young lady didn't come out

in the garden to meet me.

She was there to see someone else.

- Who? - Well I don't know

but whoever it was he's sure in bad need of a girlfriend.

That Josephine is the ugliest female in Louisiana.

That's a black lie.

I do believe my little boy is in love.

There's no mystery there

but, uh, we still only have four days

to untangle pappy's mess.

I think I know a way.

It might work, and it might sink in a quicksand

but let's take it out in the swamp and try.

What?

The only way that we're gonna find out

what they're up to is wait till pappy is dead.

Bret!

Bart, looks like you're gonna have to kill pappy.

Well, now, uh, pappy may not like that.

Pappy will be in complete accord.

Gida I'm so glad that you've been practicing

with your stage makeup.

Of course, it's gonna be difficult

to make me look that old.

Mr. Maverick, it's so dark here in this corner.

Wouldn't you prefer a table near the light?

Uh, no, thank you, Pierre

I'm suffering from a slight eye strain from the sun.

Yeah merci, Pierre.

I call you and raise you $200, Mr. Maverick.

Two hundred dollars, huh?

Oh.

I call you, sir.

Good. What do you have?

A full house, sir.

- Just a moment. - Sir?

Would you please give me permission

to examine your sleeve?

Is that an insinuation, sir?

No.

It's more on the line of an accusation, sir.

You are accusing me of foul play?

I am.

Gentlemen, let us not be hasty.

I take umbrage to that remark, Mr. Buckley.

- You are a cheat. Mr. Maverick. - A cheat?

We have oak trees, sir in this town set aside

for just such a grievance.

I choose pistols.

You may name the time.

Tomorrow at dawn.

You may bring your own physician

and I shall bring mine.

I only trust Texas doctors.

You may cork your pistols, gentlemen.

One moment, sir.

I would like to kiss my fiancee goodbye

in case anything happens.

Why, Mr. Maverick, I've never known you

to be so vigorous before.

He's a Maverick, alright.

Yeah, ain't he?

You may resume, sir.

I'll count to five.

Each man take one pace on each count.

On the count of five, turn and fire at will.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Physician.

Don't hammer up now, play it straight.

The gentleman has expired.

I hope, you're satisfied, sir.

I did not know, Beauregard Maverick in life

therefore, I cannot, at this time...

...praise him

I can merely bury him.

This bit's good for 15 minutes.

I have been told Mr. Maverick was ambitious.

Nobel people have told me this.

I wonder, where he studied medicine.

[Sampson] He has not--

You'd better go in there and break it up.

Perhaps... he's only asleep.

We can at least get him to a bed.

Very well.

Help me, boy.

- I hope, you're satisfied, sir. - I am.

When do I get paid?

Soon as we get back.

The sooner I never see you again, the better.

In my heart deep down I loved Beau Maverick.

You can count it.

Well, I have no reason not to trust you, sir.

I'll get it, papa.

It's that man again.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Now, I know why you look so familiar.

And I recall you gentleman too.

But in this time of stress

let us forget the unpleasant past.

Who are you?

My name is Bret Maverick.

Beauregard Maverick was my father.

Mr. Maverick, I assure you--

There's no need to worry, sir.

I understand, it was a fair fight.

Well, thank you, sir.

What do you want, son?

Isn't this the home of the lady

who used to be my father's bride?

It is.

I think in times like these

that we should console each other.

I came to shed a tear with the lady.

Is she home?

She's upstairs in her room in mourning.

And I must say, I appreciate your gesture in coming.

Won't you sit down?

Why, thank you, sir.

When did you arrive in town?

Uh, last night.

You will probably find among his effects

a deed of ownership to a mine

called, I believe, "The Whopper"

in Burns county, Texas.

And if I do?

It belongs to my daughter.

I'll keep it for her until she's at age.

Isn't Miller's store the place where we all met?

In Burns county?

I don't see how that could be

any business of yours Mr. Buckley.

Is that where you got the pouch of gold nuggets

you had with you there?

Buckley, don't get too familiar.

And the same to you, my dear Rudolph.

Uh, sometimes, I fight duel for pleasure, you know.

Oh, now, one moment, gentlemen, I'm confused.

Did my father willed this mine to your daughter?

Not that I'm aware of.

- And it's in his name? - I believe so.

Well, I don't see

how it belongs to your daughter.

It seems that I'm the rightful heir.

Not in this parish, sir.

And your father did reside

in the Le Cherlez club at Litroe.

I don't understand.

There is a law in this parish.

Most folks have forgotten it.

It's a holdover from the old Napoleonic code.

If an intended wedding is announced in the presence

of 20 or more witnesses

and something happens

to the groom or bride before the ceremony can be performed

then the groom or bride

can claim all the possessions

of the intended mate as lawful community property.

I'd like the deed, son.

Sir, you are a cad.

A fact that bothers me more and more as I grow older.

I'll get it, papa.

Lucky for you, I was only wounded.

Beau, I'm delighted.

I'm sure, you're just dancing for joy.

Seein' as how you hired this, this gunfighter

to do a good job.

Beau, how could you?

Go on, admit it.

Didn't they hire you to engage me in a duel?

I-I do admit it.

They-they paid me to do it.

I admit it, but I have nothing against you

personally however, I...

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot.

Stop!

You run, you dog.

Well, Rene, what have you got to say?

I'm at your mercy.

All I can say is that deep inside

I'm glad I failed.

It was a terrible thing I intended.

I pretended it was alright by insisting on a fair fight

but it wasn't alright.

Son, if we had succeeded

we'd never have known peace again ever.

I know it too, papa.

At the last minute

I secretly hoped he'd win the duel.

Well, I can't let you go off scot-free, Rene.

Name your price, anything except Josephine.

She doesn't love you, Beau I can't give her to you.

Rene...

...twenty years ago you sold me a worthless piece of sand

and called it a gold mine named "The Whopper."

One of the few times I ever bested you on a transaction.

And I've held it against you ever since.

What is that got to do with now?

I want to sell it back to you.

Quite sure, Beau.

But, pappy...

Never mind, son.

Wait till you hear the price I'm asking.

I believe you paid a thousand.

Well, never mind what I paid.

The price is going to be $25000.

And our paths will never cross each other again.

But, pappy--

A worthless sand hill, I know that.

But, son...

...they got it comin'.

I guess, we have.

Son...

...write a check for 25000 to Mr. Maverick.

Howdy, pappy?

Well, Bart, my boy, how you been?

A little sick at the moment.

I was listening outside the window

when you sold The Whopper.

Probably the most expensive

sand pile in history, I imagine.

I happen to see some nuggets in that sand pile not so long ago.

Who in blazes is that?

I wouldn't know unless you're engaged somebody else.

How about you, son?

I haven't made any new enemies around here

uh, with the possible exception of you, pappy.

They can't be the St. Clouds.

I mean as they are they wouldn't shoot...

...ambushin' a man.

Hey, son, the gold nuggets you saw

how much do you figure they're worth?

At least, $500.

Well then I guess they found all of 'em.

Cost me $500 to salt that mine.

I had kind of a different operation in mind

but with your childish bunglin' it all,

all worked out for best anyway.

What you gonna do with all that money pappy?

I'm gonna refloat to Lady Gida.

Gida to attract crowds and me to work the games.

There's a lot of money to be made on that river today.

I don't guess you're breaking your heart over Josephine.

Oh, goodness, no

I've done raised two children already.

Don't wanna take on the third.

You know, while you two were playing games

with the St. Clouds, I... I was out

holding a ladder for Josephine

and that young Danny boy to climb over the wall

They ought to be married by now.

It's pity, more of me didn't rub off on you two boys.

Some of it did, pappy.

I got $2000 for killin' you.

One thousand.

I wonder, which one of us that ambush is after?

[Uncle Bentley] I'm afraid, he's lookin' for me.

Sorry, boys, but one of you fellas

seems to look like me.

Oh, Bentley, bless my soul.

Hello, Uncle Bent.

- Hello, Uncle Bent. - Hello, boys.

Hello, brother dear.

Small world.

[Bart] In our next Maverick

a pair of engaging scoundrels

set out to take a silver millionaire.

For all his worldly goods.

Don't say anything to Placer Jack and...

...and I'll cut you in.

I'll give you 15 percent and a hand in the management.

Now, Mason already made me a better offer than that.

Full management and 20 percent.

Twenty! He's got no right.

Why, Liz? Why doesn't he have any right?

- Beautiful isn't she, sir? - She looks a little familiar.

Who is she?

That was the Countess De La Fontaine.

That's the countess?

Bit of an old baggage, wouldn't you say?

She's gonna learn that when Placer Jack Mason

thinks enough of a woman to give her a rock

the size of this, he means business.

Countess or no countess

that female is gonna marry me!

You're trying to blackmail me?

Blackmail?

After you skipped out owing me money?

Now, look, Fitz, you pay me, and I'll disappear

as fast as a white chip in a losing streak.

But until then...

...well, old Placer Jack and me will get along just fine.

Like a couple of hogs in a wailer.

I'll just call you, Rory.

Full house, Aces over nines.

[Bart] I had two aces and two threes.

This game was too rich for anybody's blood.

I just purely wanna congratulate you.

I call that real good... luck.

Don't point that gun at me, it makes me nervous.

Don't you fret, I got it aimed directly at him.

Now, you just put it aside.

He ain't goin' no place, tied up the way he is.

Thanks for the coffee, Harry.

[Bart] You'll like the fun and excitement

in the "Royal Four Flush."

Be sure to see it next week.

♪ 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 a 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 Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' 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 ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is the legend of the West ♪

♪ Maverick is the legend of the west ♪♪

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