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A killer in town, huh?

Outside, Maverick. Outside!

And find out just how right you are!

Uh...

Doc, I can't draw against you, and you know it.

Outside.

Uh, doc, if I thought you had a chance with the girl

you think I'd print a thing like that?

Move!

"Maverick."

A Warner Brothers television production.

I'm Dr. Holliday. I have a reservation.

Bart! My old friend. It's good to see you.

I just bet you it is.

Doc, you are a lowdown, conniving double-dealer.

Shh! Bart, quiet. These gentlemen are my collea--

When you left me in Dodge, you left me holdin' a bag.

- And you know it, doc. - Bart, she was beautiful!

And her husband was eight-feet tall.

If I hadn't paid him that $2000 you owed him

he would have busted me up into little--

You'll get your money, chum.

- Don't worry about it. - Well, that's just fine.

- I can sure use it. - Uh, not quite yet.

I need a little time to operate.

- Like how much time? - Well...

That all depends on my former classmates.

I attend all conventions and reunions.

It does my heart good to see how rich and successful

my former classmates are.

- Ahem! - Huh? Uh?

- Your key, Dr. Holliday. - Oh, thank you.

Have a boy take my bag up to my room now.

Yes, sir.

After a long trip, I feel in dire need of a stimulant.

- Will you join me? - Oh, yes, doc.

Bartender, four whiskeys, please.

Oh, doc, just have time for one.

Make that three.

I've got a game going on in the casino.

- When'd you arrive in town? - This morning.

Hey, tell me, doc, a man who builds up a practice

doesn't have much time to concentrate

on the finer points of poker playing, does he?

Uh, they still play...

They still play the same undergraduate game.

But the Doc Holliday School For Happy Losers opens any minute.

Well, it's fine. I'll see you just as soon as school is over.

- Doc. - Why?

To pick up the $2000 you owe me.

Or take it in gold inlay, a bridge work or what have you.

Oh, incidentally, doc, don't run out on me this time.

- Will you? Oh. - What?

Swearing does not become you, doctor.

Thanks.

May I have a half a dozen of your best cigars, please?

Mm-hmm.

- Oh! - What's the matter with you?

- Can't you see where I'm going? - Now, daddy--

- Don't you "Now, daddy" me. - I'm awfully sorry about this.

You know how it is when you have a toothache.

Oh it's perfectly alright. No harm done.

Oh, I do apologize, sir. I-I'm in rather acute pain.

- I'm awfully sorry. - Uh-huh.

I'm Gary Harrison, Senator Porter's attorney.

How do you do? My name is Bart Maverick.

Your suite is ready, sir, but I'm afraid

I haven't been able to locate a dentist for you yet.

You can't find a dentist at a dental convention?

Well, I'm afraid they're having too much fun, sir.

- They don't wanna work. - They don't wanna...

You get somebody else to-to-to address them at their banquet.

I don't care how many votes they represent!

Mr. Maverick. Come along, my dear.

Well, that was very gracious of you. My key?

- Maverick. - Hm?

Oh, you gonna play cards or talk?

I'll be right with you. Well, Mr. Harrison.

Hey, you better not stand too close to that man.

- You'll catch politics. - How are you, Jonesy?

Oh, save your charm, Gary.

Mr. Maverick here doesn't happen to be a registered voter

in the fair state of Colorado. You got a story for my paper?

Well, outside of the hotel opening up

it's been a slow week.

Oh, come now, the good senator must've

stolen some public utility.

Maybe just a little one? Huh?

Well, I guess I'll just have to rehash

one of his earlier swindles.

Better get yourself some competent legal advice first.

Oh, I already did.

If it's the truth, it's not libel.

Oh, I have it. How is this for the perfect headline?

[Jonesy] Uh, Senator Porter, honest all week.

Any time you wanna turn a phrase and a dollar at the same time

I'll be glad to put you on the payroll.

The senator could use a man like you

with a sense of humor.

- Ah, doing what? - Mm.

Goin' over his speeches, putting in

that little common touch.

Oh, no, I don't think I can improve on the fantasy

of the senator being an honest man. Now that really is funny.

You keeping score? How... Who's ahead?

Uh, well, I'd say you're both even.

Well, the game's called on account of time.

Mr. Maverick, whether you're a registered voter

or not, I'll buy you a drink sometime.

- Well, thank you very much. - Uh, what about me?

You I'll just buy sometime.

Jonesy, does he take orders or give them?

He doesn't give anything. He's a politician.

Come on, Maverick, I feel lucky. Let's play some cards.

Good.

Draw.

Well, it's up to you, Jonesy.

Tsk.

Alright, Maverick, let's see what cards go

with that smug look on your face.

Kings full.

Do you ever think of going into the newspaper business?

Who, me? Never.

Well, it's a great American dream.

Every man has a secret yen to be a dashing foreign correspondent

jumping from war to war.

Not me, Jonesy.

That's too bad 'cause you're now

the proud owner of "The Porterville Clarion."

Circulation 4812, including mail orders.

I cannot pay my IOUs.

We better talk about this over a drink in the bar.

Gentleman, I hate to do this, but you'll have to excuse us.

All I ever ask from you, senator, is that you memorize

a few speeches, shake a few hands and kiss a few babies.

Do I ever ask you for anything more?

But this newspaper, "The Clarion," all the statements

they're making about me... Can-can't you stop them?

I told you not to get excited about that.

I'll take care of "The Clarion."

- Oh. - I'm very busy now, Ames.

Mr. Harrison, I thought you'd like to know.

"The Clarion" has just changed hands.

What? You mean Jonesy sold out? To whom?

Jonesy lost it in a poker game to a man named Maverick.

- Maverick. - Maverick.

Isn't-isn't that that nice young fellow?

- We bumped into in the hotel? - Maverick yes.

He isn't even a registered voter in the state.

I doubt if he's the least bit interested in local politics.

If we could just buy that guy--

Buy? Did I hear someone say that lovely word?

That diamond brooch that we saw in Denver.

Uh, we were thinking about buying "The Clarion."

Oh, the town paper? Whatever for?

To mend your father's public image

before the people go to the polls.

[Gary] We could publish retractions

on "The Clarion's" front page.

Use it to denounce Jonesy.

- Hm, how clever. - Where is Maverick?

The last time I saw him, he and Jonesy

were on their way to the hotel bar.

Hm, Jonesy could fill Maverick's head

with a lot of wrong ideas about me and the senator.

But he could hardly refuse to sell to a beautiful woman.

Oh, you want me to buy "The Clarion."

Well, you should have little trouble.

Jeanie!

Oh, now don't you fret, papa.

In my day, Gary, no gentleman would stoop

to implicating his fiancee in a, in a--

It's for your own good, senator.

My dear. Ames.

Senator.

Look, uh, Maverick, that paper, it's my baby.

I'd kind of like a chance to buy it back.

You're already into me 15,000, Jonesy.

How can you raise that much cash?

With my kind of collateral, I can raise the dead.

Only, I'd have to contact a couple of people

in Denver to do it.

Mm. What kind of collateral do you have?

Proof of the good senator Mr. Harrison's swindles

all right down in black and white.

The way you feel about the senator

why haven't you used this before?

Well, guess I just like a free-swinging fight, that's all.

Beside, they don't particularly care for the opposition either.

But to save "The Clarion," I'll throw the good senator

right to the wolves.

How long will it take?

Two or three days. I'll pay you for your time.

What's the waiting time worth?

Thousand dollars.

How are you gonna pay off? Another IOU?

Uh, that much I can raise right here in town.

Alright, Jonesy, you got yourself a deal.

Good. Thanks.

Oh, I'll, um, I'll stop by the office

and sign the papers over to you before I leave, just in case.

You expecting an accident?

Mm, I'm the kind who carries an umbrella

just to make sure that it doesn't rain.

I'll also notify the staff that you...

The staff. Hm.

It's a show-off word meaning Molly and Sam.

They do just about everything.

Well, good luck, Jonesy.

Thanks.

Well, good morning, Ms. Porter.

- Good morning, Ms. Porter. - Why two good mornings?

Oh, just being polite. One for each face.

Mr. Maverick

I am Senator Porter's daughter.

May I speak to you for a moment?

Well, of course. Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

How would you like to make a quick profit on "The Clarion?"

How much is a quick profit?

About $2000.

I'm sorry, but "The Clarion" isn't for sale yet.

I'm making this offer for my father the senator.

I'm turning down the offer for myself, Bart Maverick.

But if you look me up in a week, I may change my mind.

What makes you think you'll be alive in a week?

That a threat or a question?

- Haven't decided yet. - Hm.

Well, as soon as you do

be sure to let me know.

We can continue this conversation then.

Sit down. Heh.

You can't walk out and leave me in the saloon.

I do, young lady, you were not supposed to be

in the saloon in the first place.

- Mr. Harrison. - Yes, Ames.

I followed Jonesy to the telegraph office.

I got a chance to read the wire he sent to Dawson's

campaign headquarters in Denver.

- Dawson? - The wire said...

That Jonesy was leaving on the early-morning train.

He requested an urgent meeting with party heads.

Then he's dug up the proof behind those headlines.

He as much admitted that last night.

This means trouble, Mr. Harrison.

Trouble? It could be disastrous.

If Dawson gets hold of what Jonesy has

we could all wind up in prison.

Alright, if he's made arrangements to leave

the first thing in the morning, then he's probably

packing tonight

including the proof he's taking with him to Denver.

You think you can handle it?

I'll take care of things, tonight.

- Yes? - Hello.

I'm Bart Maverick.

Oh yes. Jonesy stopped by and told us.

You're the new owner, aren't you?

Mm-hmm. Does it make any money?

Mr. Maverick, Jonesy was an idealist.

He wasn't interested in making money.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

I'm a much more practical man, Ms...

- Molly. Molly Malone. - How do you do?

Jonesy said you'd probably be by.

- To pick this up. - What is it?

Bill of sale and title to "The Clarion"

and the $1 000 he promised you.

Mm. Ah, quite a nice little place you have...

Uh, I should say I have here.

Know anything about running a newspaper?

No. But I learn fast, provided there's money in it.

Come on. I'll introduce you to Sam.

He is our printer.

Sam, Mr. Maverick. New boss.

- How do you do, sir? - How do you do, Sam?

Well, how does it work?

Well, first you lock up the type page.

Uh, then, once you got the mat so that you get

an even impression over the whole page

you're ready to go, Mr. Maverick.

- Go where? - To press.

Let me look at that, Sam.

"Senator Porter banks more than he earns."

My sainted aunt!

Last week it was "Senator Porter

has both hands in your pockets."

Personally, I like the issue that ran

"The Porter method of swindling."

Well, what does the senator have to say about all this?

Oh, he doesn't like it. But it's the truth.

- And Jonesy can prove it. - Afternoon, Molly.

Afternoon, sheriff. You looking for Jonesy?

Well, I heard Jonesy sold out.

Oh, are you the new owner of "The Clarion?"

Yes, sheriff. My name is Bart Maverick.

Mr. Maverick.

Bart Maverick. That's the name I have.

Uh, it must be some mistake, sheriff. This is a summons.

No mistake, Senator Porter is suing you and "The Clarion"

for criminal libel.

What?

You must be a rich man, Mr. Maverick.

Understand you're being sued for a $100000.

Well, if Senator Porter thinks he can scare me

all I can say is he's a

he's an excellent judge of character.

Afternoon, Molly.

Oh, uh, Judge Carter has set the trial date in two weeks.

I wouldn't try to leave town, Mr. Maverick.

- Where does Jonesy live? - Why?

He didn't have anything to do with, with that.

The least he could've done was warn me what to expect.

Oh, sure. All he had to do was look into his crystal ball.

All he had to do was look at his own headlines.

But he can prove everything he said about the senator.

He'd better. Now where does he live?

White house on the north road out of town.

What are you going to do?

Return his $1 000, punch him in the nose

and then tell him I'm gonna sell "The Clarion"

to the first buyer that comes along.

Jonesy.

[Bart] Jonesy.

Jonesy.

Jonesy.

Jonesy.

Now back to "Maverick."

Sheriff, I happen to know that Jonesy had documented proof

of the senator's swindles.

Whoever killed him and slugged me was looking for it.

I'd say by the looks of this room, he found it.

Burglary I'll buy. Maybe even murder.

But I'm not stickin' my neck out on your say-so, Maverick.

- I'm sorry. - You're sorry?

What about Jonesy?

I'll do everything I can for him.

I'm sure Jonesy thanks you very much, sheriff.

Maverick, you bring me some evidence.

Just one thing I can risk 20 years of my life on.

I'll walk in on the senator and Mr. Harrison

with an arrest warrant.

I'm afraid you're laboring

under a misapprehension, Mr. Maverick.

The libel suit against you and "The Clarion" still stands.

And we are in no way interested in buying "The Clarion."

Yes but, you see, um

Ms. Porter, the senator's daughter--

She offered, was acting in the spirit of generosity.

And I seem to recall you turned her down.

Yeah.

Alright, I know when I'm licked.

I never was the crusading type.

Tell you what I'll do, I'll sell you "The Clarion"

for exactly what Jonesy owed me.

Well, you don't seem to have the point yet, Mr. Maverick.

You see, we don't have to buy it. We're going to get it.

[Gary] We're going to get it and everything else you own.

Now, have I made myself clear?

Quite.

Yes, I see your point with remarkable clarity

now that the proof of the senator's graft

is gonna be buried in the same grave with Jonesy.

Buried with Jo... What was it?

Oh, that's a very good show of surprise.

I bet you're wonderful in front of a jury.

Wait, I'm serious, Mr. Maverick. ls Jones dead?

Very.

Incidentally, do you work this late every night

or just when you have people to get rid of?

Don't bother with him, Ames.

Mr. Maverick, you already face one libel suit.

Now don't be reckless with your words

or you may end up with a jail sentence as well.

Thanks for the legal advice.

If I were you, I wouldn't send the bill just yet.

- Uh, good morning, doctor. - Uh, good morning, Bart.

- Breakfast? - Uh, no, thanks.

I had mine already, I came up for something

a little more substantial.

Uh, say, the $2000 you owe me.

Oh, I'm sorry about that, Bart

but the boys must've been cheating.

- Oh. - I didn't make out at all.

- No winnings? - None.

Yeah, but the drinks are on me. Help yourself, would ya?

- Well, thank you. - Mm. How did you make out?

I, uh, I won me a newspaper.

- A newspaper. - Yeah. "The Clarion."

Oh, it's a great little paper.

Circulation well over 4000.

What can one do with a newspaper?

- Do with it? - Hm.

Why, doc, the commercial possibilities are staggering.

Such as?

Oh, you could sell advertising

run beauty contests

pan people you don't like.

Tell off critics who don't like

the same road shows that I like.

- Bold men's minds. - Mm?

That's where the real money is, my boy.

Manufacturing public opinion to swing elections.

Doc, you're a financial wizard.

The trouble with you, Maverick

is you have no imagination.

Why, the printed word is

much more lethal than a gun.

- Doc, you're right. Thanks. - Where are you going?

I'm gonna set the wheels of commerce

rolling at "The Clarion."

- Alone? - Well, I...

I hate to say this, Maverick, but you're just

a babe in arms when it comes to high finance.

- Huh? I do? - What you need is a partner.

One who knows the intricacies of the printed word.

One firmly wedded to the highest ideals

of the business world.

Getting the mostest out of the most.

In short, you need me.

Oh, now, doc, it's my paper.

Well, didn't I show you how to make a gold mine out of it?

Haven't we been friends for a long time?

How much did you give for the paper?

Oh, f... Eighteen thousand.

Well, here's the 2000 I owe you.

Plus 9000.

Doc, I thought you said you didn't win any--

Fifty percent interest in the paper.

I always wanted to be a newspaperman.

Why, I can see my own column now in a big black box.

"Hello, Suckers!"

Oh, doc, you have some fabulous ideas.

We better go over to "The Clarion," Bart

and make this all legal.

- Alright, doc. - My hat, please.

- Of course. - Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, uh, Molly, Sam, I'd like you to meet

my partner and co-owner to "The Clarion," Dr. Holliday.

- How do you do, my dear? - Hello.

Oh, uh, doc, incidentally

before Sam starts to show you around

the place, I think you better take a look at that.

- Mm. - Partner.

A summons. For what?

Well, Senator Porter slapped a libel suit

on "The Clarion" and its owners for $100,000. Uh...

- Now, doc, wait. You see-- - I could kill you right here.

Oh, no, no, doc. No, no, no--

You conniving

double-crossing, lowdown Texas gambler!

Doc, remember, you're the one who forced yourself

into this partnership. I had nothing to do with it.

Ah, Bart, how do you get yourself

mixed up in these things?

Well, in this case, I inherited it.

You what-ed it?

Uh, uh, look.

"Senator Porter has both his hands in your pockets."

- Who printed that? - Uh, Jonesy.

- But he was the crusading type. - Oh.

Jonesy had proof of what he printed.

[Molly] That's why they killed him.

Jonesy is dead, doc, whatever proof he may have had

I'm afraid has been buried with him.

And we have a newspaper

and a libel suit on our hands.

And one big question. How do we beat it?

Well in this case, I think we'll resort to the basic

Holliday method which, of course, clearly states

that "The thing to do is whatever benefits our side."

- And that is? - Uh...

Hit the senator where it hurts him the most.

Through his daughter.

You'd hit Jeanie Porter?

Uh, just figuratively speaking, Molly.

Oh, and, doc, what a figure.

This gal's got a face like an angel.

- And a heart of pure ice. - Go on.

Uh, you, partner, are going to

thoroughly compromise the young lady.

I've undertaken less pleasant duties, I can assure you.

And then, of course, when we get pictures in our possession

it could be given to "The Washington Press--"

That would make a national scandal.

Which the senator could ill afford.

Ah, very clever, Bart. Very clever.

We're gonna need some time to plan this.

How much information do you have

on the senator and his daughte--

We've a complete file on both of them.

Uh, get it for me. I feel I must start my homework.

Senator Hiram Porter. Nickname Skinny.

Grover's Academy, Virginia, Military, Yale.

Big man on campus.

Football, baseball, rowing, single scull.

Married Helen Wescot. Roanoke, Virginia.

The only daughter of, uh...

Oh, I hate to see such a nice man

get mixed up with Jeanie Porter.

Uh, uh, doc can take care of himself, Molly.

Well, I guess I know that well enough.

- When can you start, doc? - Well, since you on a rush...

We have no time for the subtle approach.

The quickest and easiest way to

meet the lady is to save her life.

- Save her life? From what? - Mm.

I'll let you know that in a minute.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Bart, this girl needs me.

I can hear someone comin'.

[Bart] Well, doc, you're right.

Better mount up.

- Go, doc! - Hyah! Hyah!

You alright?

This is ridiculous.

I-I was so frightened.

Yeah, it's a perfectly normal reaction, my dear.

Thank you.

- Oh, thank you. - Ah, it's alright.

And, and so he gave up politics.

Tell me, senator, how is the tooth?

Oh, it's painless as long as the brandy

and the cotton hold out.

Dr. Holliday, you didn't mention how you and Jeanie met.

No, I haven't. Tell me, my dear.

How long did it take you to match the material of that dress

to the exact blue of your eyes?

Oh, about a week.

[Jeanie] I went to five different stores.

[Holliday] It was worth it.

Dr. Holliday, how long do you plan to stay in Porterville?

That all depends on Ms. Porter.

Well, you're a very plain-speaking man.

Saves time in the long run.

Ladies, shall we finish our coffee in the music room?

And leave the gentlemen to their cigars.

Well, I can always smoke when I'm alone.

May I join you, ladies?

Kate, we'll have more coffee in the music room.

Oh, oh.

Uh...

- Come in. - Well?

They have an excellent cook.

The wine is only second-rate.

- The cigars are magnificent-- - Doc.

And the lady is beautiful.

How long do you think it'll take?

She is also intelligent.

- Oh, now that poses a problem. - Don't let it worry you.

Fortunately, I am irresistible.

You better have that drink, doc, I'd hate for a lie like that

to get stuck in your throat.

I shall be irresistible to Ms. Jeanie Porter.

What makes you so sure of yourself?

Research.

I know exactly what she likes

exactly what she dislikes.

And because I'm uninvolved emotionally

it'll be easy for me to make her happy.

Now, my plans for the week are as follows.

"How much do I love thee? Let me count the ways."

"I love thee to the depths, breadths and height

"my soul can reach.

"I love thee with the breath

"smiles and tears of all my life.

"And if God choose

I shall love thee better after death."

That's a very nice shade. What's it gonna be?

- Scarf for you. - Mm-hmm.

Very, very impressive, senator.

You know we seem to have a similarity of interests.

Oh, I read an article recently that said, "As long as a man

"keeps his old college trophies on display

he's still an adolescent at heart."

Oh, don't you believe that. Why...

I still have a pair of crossed oars

over my fireplace.

Oh, I did a little bit of rowing at Princeton.

- Eight-man scull or six? - Single.

- Single? - Mm-hmm.

Me, too.

You were on the Yale team?

Well, 30 years ago.

Porter, 30 years ago at Yale.

Wait a minute.

There was a Skinny Porter

who was captain of...

Oh, no. You can't be.

Oh, yes, I can be.

Fifty pounds ago, I was Skinny Porter.

And I still am underneath all this fat.

Wait, senator, you know, you're a living legend.

- Oh, now, come on. - That's a--

Oh, come in, Gary. Come in.

- Gary rowed for Harvard. - Oh! Uh...

- Princeton! Huh. - Princeton?

Have you done any racing since you left?

Oh, well, not much. How about yourself?

Whenever I go east. Of course, I am not as good as I was.

Well, who is?

But I'd wager a $1 000 I can beat you right now.

Well, that's a pretty safe bet considering

there's no place to prove it out here.

Well, we have our rivers and lakes.

You have?

And a couple of racing sculls. You can have your choice.

I can?

[Gary] Of course, if a $1 000

is not a big-enough stake.

You wouldn't wanna bet any more than that, would you, doctor?

No, no, no, I-I was just thinking

of my amateur standings.

Well, then, Dr. Holliday, a $1 000.

- We'll have it your way. - Thanks a lot.

My money will be in the bank in the morning.

Oh, Gary, uh, I think I'd like to bet

a couple of thousand on Dr. Holliday if you'd oblige me.

Of course I will.

But, senator, since when are you a gambling man?

Oh, I have a hunch.

I, uh, wish you'd talk your father out of this bet.

After all, he knows nothing about me, you know?

Oh, daddy's old enough to take care of himself.

Yes, sir, a very strong hunch.

You know, when a man like you pretends to be modest, look out.

Now back to "Maverick."

That's the biggest chaser I've ever seen.

Come on, doc. We can't afford to be seen together.

The whole town's gonna wake up in a little while.

Now, what does feathering mean?

That's turning the oars so they're parallel

with the surface of the water in the recovery

thus eliminating air resistance.

That's good. Alright, now what does it mean to catch a crab?

Getting up in the terminology, it's not

it's not gonna help me win the race!

Alright, let's launch here.

- Now? - Right now.

Now you leave the bottle ashore.

What if I swallow some of that water?

I'm gonna need an antidote.

- In the boat, doc. - In the boat.

Now take it easy.

I will. Ah...

That's it, put your foot in the shoe.

- Do you have a shoehorn? - Ah.

Come on, doc, hurry up. Ah. That's it.

Alright, doc, up forward, up forward. Grab the oars!

Seat has a mind of its own, Bart.

- Uh... - Alright. Got her?

Alright, there you are. That's it.

- Now w-- - Oops, doc.

Alright, here you, uh, get yourself balanced.

I'm balanced.

Bart. Bart! Bart!

You all ready? No, no, no, no, no. Yeah, alright, doc.

You just take it easy. Now sit right in the center.

- Are you all set? - Yeah.

- Alright, doc. - Uh-oh.

Here you go. Uh, okay, doc.

[Bart] Hold it, doc. Take it easy.

Okay, doc, now, stroke!

What do you bet I have one?

Come on now, doc, take it easy! Now stroke!

- Good! Good, doc! - What?

Doc! Doc!

Give me the life preserver.

[Holliday] Life preserver!

Um...

We must have missed something somewhere.

Say, doc.

Hey!

Come on, bring the boat in, doc.

Mr. Maverick, how's your friend Doc Holiday doing?

Sam, he looks and sounds and moves like a champion

as long as you keep him away from the water.

It's a lot easier to turn an expert

into a dud than vice versa.

Doc had better say goodbye to that thousand.

Well, Sam, I'm worried about a lot more than the thousand.

If doc loses his face with the senator

we can say goodbye to our whole plan.

[Bart] Uh... Give me that glue, Sam.

Pardon me.

Gentlemen, man your sculls!

Hold it!

Ready!

Set! Go!

Oh, doc.

Stroke!

[Bart] Stroke!

Stroke!

Stroke, doc!

Come on.

Come on.

Well, come on!

Alright, come on.

Sit a little closer to him, Molly.

Now hold it! That's good, right there.

That's perfect.

I get myself sick at exactly ten o'clock.

And it'll take, oh,15 minutes for Jeanie to get me

back here, so I can lie down.

You know, after tonight, those history books

aren't even gonna mention the Missouri Compromise.

- Dr. Holliday. - Yeah.

Senator Porter wants to see you in the lobby.

I'll be right down.

- Senator. - Oh, doctor.

I have a surprise I wanna show you.

It's a little something I ordered from Chicago.

Uh-huh.

Here we go.

Well, it's a very nice dental office.

- Very well-equipped. - Huh?

Uh, but, uh, what has, uh--

I've always wanted a professional man in the family.

[Jeanie] You'll feel much better in a moment.

I hope I didn't spoil your party.

There is no party without you.

Yes, I mean it.

Doc, stop that! I thought you weren't feeling well.

- You shouldn't be in my room. - Ho-ho. Really?

Now, I'm gonna take you home right now.

Oh don't be silly. I just took you home.

It's important to me to be alone.

Now, please, don't be angry with me, my dear, please.

- But why? - Because, well, be-be...

'Cause I'm in love.

You're out of your mind, doc.

Ah. I tell you, I'm in love.

I'm in love! Me! I actually love her.

Well, I'll make a note of that, doctor.

I don't see how I can help you now, Bart.

- What? - Well, be realistic.

How can I help you uncover evidence

that'll jail my future father-in-law?

What's gonna happen when she finds out who you really are?

She'll still love me!

Doc, she's too much of a snob

to ever marry you.

Oh, shut up, Bart.

Listen to me, I've got a lot of money riding on this.

So have I. So have I! C'est la vie.

Sure, that's life. Well, I can afford to lose the money.

I hate to think of you making a fool out of yourself

over some cheap, conniving little phony.

- Don't say that. Bart! - I know what I'm talking about.

- Doc, I can prove it. - Bart!

I don't like to kill my friends

but if you say one more word against Jeanie

I'm gonna make an exception in your case.

"A killer in town," huh?

Outside, Maverick. Outside!

And find out just how right you are.

Um, doc, I can't draw against you.

- And you know it. - Outside.

Doc, if I thought you had a chance with the girl

you think I'd print a thing like that?

- Move! - Uh...

Now listen to me, doc, if the girl will marry you

I'll give you every cent I have in the bank

plus "The Clarion" as a wedding gift.

Now you think about it, doc. That's not a bad deal.

Just to delay my death a little.

Not a bad deal at that. Come on.

Come on, Molly, let's go.

That's what I was.

Now all I want out of life is enough time

to build up a practice and marry you.

I love you, Jeanie.

I liked you better when you were sure of yourself.

- You said you love me. - I say a lot of things.

- Maybe I do. - Well, now...

Isn't that enough to start life on?

No, it isn't.

This publicity won't do any of us any good.

That'll all die down, Jeanie.

I like living in Washington.

Mm. Yeah. Washington's fine with me.

I don't care where I set up my practice.

You can't live down a scandal in Washington.

I've always been on the Grade A, preferred and embassy list.

And marrying me will only get you invited

to second-rate parties. Is that it?

Doc.

Why do we have to get married?

Well, don't look so shocked.

How many times have you said that?

Well, I guess I've had that coming for a long time.

No, Jeanie.

You're going back to Washington.

But remember one thing.

It's impossible to repeal the law of retribution.

And one of these days it's gonna catch up with you.

I'm sorry, doc.

Well, the sad part of this whole thing is

by the time she needs me, I'll be gone.

I'll be so far gone, I might not even remember her name.

But right now...

...right now I love her.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Ah, there's such a waste of people in this world.

- I didn't hear you knock. - Oh!

This tooth is killing me.

Uh, senator has to make a speech tonight.

Can you do something to help me out, doc?

It's just gone right back there.

- Ah. Ah. - Ah! That's the one.

That tooth's gonna have to come out.

- Where is your regular dentist? - Oh, he's in Denver.

But can't you do something meanwhile to kill the pain?

Well, we may as well get some use out of that

new dental office of yours downstairs.

Take him down there. I'll be along in a minute.

Thank you, doc.

Are you playing footsie with the senator again?

- All may not be lost yet. - Huh?

Be there, fellow. Will you, Bart?

Run down and fetch the sheriff.

Bring him back to my new dental office.

Bring him in the back way.

- That's so Ames won't see him. - Why?

I just remember a lecture I heard at the convention.

Now back to "Maverick."

Doc says if that gas administered in certain amounts

it has strange effects on the patient.

I just realized something, one extra sniff of this stuff

could eliminate your problem permanently.

No, no, no, doc, I want him alive

on trial for Jonesy's death.

Well, it was a thought.

- I hope this stuff works. - Mm-hmm.

- Mm! - Oh, I give you my word.

If he dies, it'll be an accident.

Go on, ask him a question.

Uh, uh, senator, uh

senator, how much money did you make

when you condemned those Indian lands

and then bought 'em up yourself?

Oh! Oh, I made lots of money.

But I didn't buy any land, no.

You won't find my name on anything.

This was all done through corporation.

Lots of corporations.

Well, what corporations, senator?

Oh, who knows?

Oh, dear, who knows?

I get a flat 15% of the profits on everything.

Indian lands and railroads.

Oh, that Gary's a genius.

For his age, he's very smart.

Senator, did you kill Jonesy?

Me? Of course not. I liked him.

Did Gary Harrison kill Jonesy?

I think. Only he never confided in me.

[Bart] Senator, do you have any idea who might have killed Jonesy?

[Porter] Oh, sure, I've got an idea. Ha-ha...

But why don't you ask Gary? He makes all the decisions.

Oh, my! Ha-ha...

Now we won't have trouble selling "The Clarion"

once this story gets in print. Listen, about that slan--

Judge Thomas will be more than happy

to reverse the decision of the court.

- Good. - As Jonesy said...

It ain't libel if you can prove it.

I can't help feeling sorry for the senator.

Why? The last time you saw him, he was very happy, doc.

And I'm glad he didn't have anything to do with the killing.

- After all, we've known him a-- - Gentlemen.

Oh.

I might warn you that Mr. Ames is an excellent shot.

Drop your guns.

Easy.

You, too, sheriff.

Now back up against the table.

Come on, sheriff!

I'll just rewrite your story for you.

Now we'll all leave quietly by the back door.

I have a closed carriage waiting.

We'll take a nice, peaceful sojourn into the country.

- Come on, let's move. - You, too, Molly.

Come on.

- You, too, Maverick. Come on. - Alright.

Oh! Oh!

Sheriff, take care of him, please.

Sam, give me a hand, will you?

- Ah. - Alright, come on.

I hate to say this, doc, but I hope it teaches him

never to underestimate the power of press.

Oh...

Uh, I better check it.

- How's that? - Ah that's better.

Alright.

Pull that slide, doc.

- Are you ready? - Ah.

Alright, now smile.

Say cheese!

Oh, doc, I hope this one turns out.

What do you suppose the moral is to all this?

Doc, I wouldn't know a moral if I fell over it.

But I do have a caption for this picture.

Mm, what's that?

[Bart] Having lots of laughs

in the Ivy League wing

of the Porterville Prison.

♪ 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 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 ♪♪