All language subtitles for Maverick s03e05 The Cats of Paradise

What are you trying to do?

The tide's out, ma 'am.

You couldn't drown in that Sacramento
mud if you had a cannonball under each

arm.

Don't cry.

Please.

That's better.

Now, what brought you to this?

Men?

No, sir.

Cats.

Cat?

Myths of... Modesty blamed.

Bretman, can I take you home?

I don't have a home.

Well, now, there's a coincidence.

Neither have I.

Suppose we discuss the cold world over a
hot cup of coffee.

A Warner Brothers television production.

There, now, isn't that better?

You're so kind, Mr. Maverick. So strong.

We're all strong enough, ma 'am, to bear
the misfortunes of others.

Now, tell me the word.

You said something out there about cats?

That's right.

Only I hadn't even bought the cats.

Two men held me up tonight and took
every penny I had.

$500.

You were planning on buying $500 worth
of cats?

That's right.

That's why I sold my gold claim in
Paradise.

They need cats in Paradise, Mr.
Maverick.

Need them desperately.

To join the heavenly chorus.

No, silly.

Paradise is a small mining town. And
they're having terrible trouble with

Some of them are probably friends of
mine.

No, these are real rats. And mice, too.
Oh, they're the worst.

Like in so many camps.

The little creatures multiply themselves
in the mine tunnels.

They infest the poor miners' cabins. And
they're robbing the storekeepers blind.

Well, haven't they heard that traps are
poison?

Oh, these mice thrive on poison, and
they laugh at traps.

Cats, Mr. Maverick, that's the only
weapon.

For a prime mouser in paradise, a girl
could get $50.

$50 for a little old house cat?

More for a mean old gnarly cat.

How many souls are there in paradise
that need cats, I mean?

Oh, about... 200 cabins and 200 cats.

200... Well,

that's a fortune.

Yes, it is.

That's why I risked every penny I had in
the world.

Oh, I know I was greedy.

A girl could be happy on half as much.

So could a boy, Miss Blaine.

What's this?

Oh, a $1 ,000 bill.

That's every penny I have in the world.

It is now the working capital of the
Consolidated Cat Corporation.

My, a $1 ,000 bill.

Tomcat Wanted.

The person below will pay two dollars
for cats delivered to Hanrahan's stable.

Brett Maverick and Modesty Blaine.

But why only boy cats?

They travel smoother.

I thought they always fought.

Only in mixed company.

Oh, I almost forgot. No black cats.

Why, the mice superstitious?

No, but the Sheriff of Paradise is
superstitious about black cats. And

under ladders, things like that.

Oh, he'd be very angry at us. And
there's no profit in punctured cats.

Quick on the trigger, is he?

Quicker than a cat.

No black cat.

You did a good job, Mr. Hanrahan.

Yeah. And I thank you kindly. Yes, sir.
Much obliged. Much obliged.

I'll tell you my work.

Of course, I'm not a nosy man, you know.

But do you mean to stand there bare
-faced and tell me that you're going up

the mountains with 200 of them screaming
felines and that thing?

Bare face, Mr. Hanrahan.

I'd rather shave the devil with a
toothache.

Well, I got a pretty girl to ride with.

Oh? My partner.

Smells like a swamp with the sun on it.
Smoked catfish.

Nobody but a woman could make a man this
foolish.

Oh, I got customers coming.

Hey, what's that?

Catnip, of course.

Of course, catnip. We take every picard.

You Mr. Maverick? That's right, son.

Two dollars a cat?

That's right.

You're ten.

Hey, two dollars for a cat?

Two dollars is a fair price, wouldn't
you say?

I'm glad I got my money first.

All right, boys, now you step up. Give
the lady your cash and I'll give you

two dollars. There you are. Here, thank
you. They're all boy cats, aren't they?

Ah, you got four.

There's four dollars. Keep them in the
family. That's right. There's two for

you.

You ever notice how nice the evening
smells when there's money in the air?

Oh, Mr. Maverick, you've opened up a
whole new life for me.

Bright and full of promise.

Well, good. You run over to the boarding
house and pack your bags. We're almost

on our way.

I hate to mention it, but I do owe them
$20.

Here.

You take $30.

And bring back a bottle of wine. We'll
have one for the road. Thank you, Mr.

Maverick. Brett.

Thanks, partner.

Oh, Mr. Maverick.

Brett. I reckon I had known men like
you.

But they were in books.

And they clanked in armor and ate at
round tables.

Evening, little lady.

But haven't you come to the wrong place?

Oh, I hope not.

I have $20 and... Well, I'd like a man
disposed of.

Well, now, would you like both his legs
broke or have his body thrown in the

river?

Well, I'm not quite sure.

Which is cheaper?

Money, huh?

See, maybe the two of us can both make a
few dollars.

The sailing masters in San Francisco are
pleading for help.

Seems like when their sailor men hit
these golden shores, they lose their

for the sea.

A good, strong body brings $40.

And he gets a nice, slow voyage to
Singapore under healthy ocean breezes.

You can do all that for $20?

Oh, yes, ma 'am.

You pay me the $20, and when the men
pick him up from you, they pay you $40.

I make money, you make money, and a lost
soul gets a chance at a new life.

Well, I must say, sir, you're a most
understanding man.

Oh, but he's sly, this one, and
powerful.

I think he might need a mild sedative.

Uh -huh. Oh, yeah.

Grandma Otis back at my boarding house
just insisted on fixing us a supper and

putting in a bottle of her blackberry
tonic.

Oh, I'll pour.

You just sit at the round table and let
me wait on you.

My, it's a lovely bright night, isn't
it?

Oh, it's a perfect night for cat travel.

Moon shining through the trees, balmy
air.

Regular spooning weather, you might say.

You might say.

If I didn't, ma 'am, I wouldn't be your
clanking knight in armor.

Here, this may help you to clank.

To the prettiest partner a man ever had.

Grandma Otis really mixes a tonic.

Oh, little of this, little of that.

I wonder how she got so many tigers in
one bottle.

It's his nibs, the Duke of Sacramento.

Who are you?

What's that sound out there?

That's California's Golden Gate, lad,
creaking in the cold fog.

I'm in San Francisco?

Look, friend, there's been some mistake.

No mistake.

A man can't pick a happier life than the
sea. Now, just sign on this line.

What is it?

Just sign it. Ships, articles, every
crewman signed it.

Shanghai? No, Singapore.

You're bound west for Singapore on the
island trader.

Captain Puget commanding. You can make
your fortune in the land of space.

Well, I never turned down money, your
honor, but I've sort of made my fortune

the land of mice.

Careful, bucko. No, I'm serious.

You've made a bad choice, captain. I'm
no sailor. I'm a businessman.

In what line?

Right now, I'm in cats.

Cats, is it?

Ever meet one with nine tails, bucko, my
lad?

Hey, he's pretty funny, Captain. He must
keep your crew in stitches all the

time, huh? Listen, my fancy friend.

We paid $40 for you.

For $40, we're going to get sweat or
blood.

Makes no difference which one.

Now, sign the paper.

I'm not signing anything.

How many lashes, Captain?

One cut for every puff of smoke.

It's fine.

I'm considering it.

What you ship there, matey?

Don't know.

Some blood boat bound for Singapore.

Captain Puget commanding? That's her.

Oh, good. I got a man for you here.

Is he breathing? Of course he is. He's a
perfect specimen.

Sunny disposition.

You'd never tire him out.

Thirty -five dollars.

Fifty. Forty.

It's a deal.

Take him out by the heels.

Thanks for the business.

Oh, thank nothing of it.

Tell him the Duke said to write when he
gets a chance.

We got more, folks. We got more. All
right. What do we got here? Oh, look at

this. A brown and white. A real rat
catcher, aren't you?

They're going fast, folks. There aren't
many of these beautiful animals left.

What's that you say, madam?

Look at this. Look at this. Isn't this a
marvelous cat? This is a wonderful cat.

A real rat killer, folks. A real rat.
What do I hear? Fifty dollars?

Fifty dollars? Anybody else? Fifty
-five.

Fifty -five dollars.

Who else? Who else is on there? Look at
the president.

You get this.

You are the sheriff.

What do you want?

Well, Sheriff, I have a rather delicate
job for you.

I'm a victim of fraud, perfidy, mayhem,
kidnapping, and misappropriation of

funds. Well, suppose you point out the
guilty party.

Right over there.

We got just one

more left, folks.

This is the last cat.

Blended specimen. Oh, yes, he's a very
fine cat.

Kill anything smaller than a coyote.

As the mayor of our city to this little
lady.

Thank you, Mayor.

I'm sorry, folks. There are no more
cats. There's no more to auction today.

Howdy, Miss Blaine.

Anchor chains and me, we clank,
remember?

She must have took a spell.

She'd take anything that wasn't nailed
down.

Now, just a minute, stranger.

Who might you be?

I might be bred maverick, but to this
little lady, I'm Santa Claus.

Oh, stop him!

Oh, now, Lady Guinevere, you owe me and
the round table $5 ,000.

Who are you?

Less expensive than San Francisco.

Scratch, stop him. He's trying to take
our money.

Sheriff, this is the heartless criminal
I told you about.

I put up the money for this wagon load
of cats, but I'm willing to drop the

charges for half the $10 ,000.

Ever seen this dude before, Modesty?

No, I never did.

Oh, come on. I have half the school kids
in Sacramento as witnesses.

But I'm not vindictive.

All I want's my share.

Your share?

Just happens stranger that I put up the
$500 this little lady took down to

Sacramento to buy cats. You?

Of course he did.

Now, Scratch, you take this money and
put it in your safe.

And you lost his stake at some pharaoh
table. Now, go ahead, tell him.

And it also happens that you got your
hand on a little lady who's going to

become my wife.

Now, you just climb on your horse,
mister, and get out of here. Now, wait a

minute. I believe you're the real
authority here, Mr.

Mayor. Yes, yes, I am.

Mayor, you like Bemis.

Now, Scratch, I think... Bemis, when you
start thinking, folks better get out of

the way of falling rocks.

I said you're leaving town. You got two
minutes by a good watch.

Oh, but Sheriff, that's my... You really
want to argue, mister?

You got a gun?

Well, paradise lost.

Oh, Miss Blaine.

I've bought a lot of gifts for a lot of
lovely ladies.

But never a truce, though.

I'll be back.

be a maverick.

Name of breath.

Pharaoh Jack Norcross.

Never figured to see a maverick on the
road to paradise.

Well, it's just as rough and rocky as
they say. Where was it last time? Santa

Fe? Vancouver?

Fort Union.

How is business lately?

Booming, breath.

They don't hardly keep cool.

What you doing away from a card table?

Well, I got stopped at the pearly gate.

The sheriff didn't even bother to look
me up in the book. He just threw it at

me. Sheriff named Scratch Manning?

That's right.

And you keep your eye on him, Jack.

He's sort of smoky.

Oh, good grief.

That's him. I gotta get going. Now, stay
here, boy.

Jack, as my old pappy used to say, a man
who sticks his head in the sand makes

an awfully good target. Well, he won't
spot us here. I'll take our horses.

What do you mean he won't spot us?

Your marble orchard is the one piece of
paradise he's scared of.

How do you know?

I got a letter from some bug named
Bemis.

Not Mayor, you lie, Bemis. Well, I just
might be a friend of yours.

You're welcome to it. Well, he's meeting
me right after sundown with the money.

The money for what?

I mean, for who?

Why, for the sheriff. Old Scratch
Madden. That's what I've been trying to

you. Now, why would the mayor want to
kill his own sheriff?

Scratch is getting too tall for his
braces. Gunned the two citizens that

against him. Election day and nine men
sent.

He's taking cash for protection from the
merchants while the mayor's plumb

scared of him.

Uh -oh, he's coming back.

Police checked you down the trail.
Figures you're out of the county by now.

Just tie your horses up here. He won't
spot us.

Why won't he spot us?

Jack, you know something that I don't.
He won't even look in this direction.

He's skittish about graveyards, Beamer
says.

And almost everything else since that
night in Deadwood, Bill Hickok got

holding aces and eights.

Aces and eights? Dead man's hands?

Well, it was the sheriff first named the
dead man's hands.

It seems that old Scratch was sitting in
the same poker game the same night when

a black cat jumped up on the table
before the smoke came.

He's been the most superstitious man in
the state ever since.

Well, I'm a little superstitious myself.

How about a nice little game of straight
stud before sundown?

That's a nice place right over there.

Customer's coming.

Who's that with him?

That's the lady who skinned me in cats.

It's also the lady who's going to marry
the sheriff.

Marry the sheriff?

Yeah, and don't you turn your back on
her, Jack. I never do. Ain't polite to a

lady. You got a gun?

Got the stubby here.

We'll cover me, huh?

Jack Norcross is the name.

I'm Mayor Bemis, and this is Miss...
Miss Modesty Blaine.

Please. I do.

Don't you have a card?

Well, I'm fresh out of them.

Business has been to good.

I'm bucked up through the summer.

Well, you chose a good man, Modesty. It
was you who chose me?

Oh, yes, it was indeed.

You mean you're intended and mine are
the same fella?

How'd you know about me and the sheriff?

Oh, fella.

Met going out of town. Named Maverick?

Might have been.

Well, how far out of town? Oh, now, now,
Lily, modesty, this there doesn't

matter. Because, you see, Mr. Norcross,
Miss Blaine decided quite a long time

ago not to marry our sheriff.

And, uh, but, well, she... she didn't
have the heart to tell him. Well, I

that sweet.

Better to let him die happy.

Well, it... it is kind of that way,
isn't it?

You see, Sheriff Manning has been real
ill -tempered lately, always shooting at

people. Indeed.

A real bad risk as a husband.

Well, a girl just must look towards
peaceful days.

Don't you think so, Mr.

Norcross? Sure must, Miss Modesty.

Sweet little woman like you.

I'm just proud to lend a helping hand.

Now, now, that settles everything.

I have your money, sir.

Well, no, no, no, you lie. Everything
isn't settled. There's just one more

thing. What do you mean?

Wait just a minute. You know that fellow
that you met going out of town named

Maverick? Yeah. Oh, yes.

Well, he rode into town today with some
absurd idea that I owed him money.

Well, he actually threatened me. Yes.
Him?

He couldn't hurt nobody.

Oh, well, of course he could.

Well, you know, a girl alone is so
defenseless.

Well, look to North Cross.

If he comes back to town, would it be
imposing on you too much to ask you

Take care of him?

Well, that's your regular fee, of
course.

Now, I just happened to have brought
with me $200 today.

One, two... Thank you, ma 'am. I'd be
proud to oblige you. Mr. Maverick's a

trusting soul.

Quite sweet, actually.

Oh, I don't think he'd give you any
trouble.

Don't you worry about a thing, Miss
Modesty.

He's as good as dead and sung of.

Well, we'll see you back in town just as
soon as the smoke lifts. Yes, sir, and

it's a pleasure to do business with such
lovely people.

All right, come on, Mother Steve.

Jack?

Yeah?

Did I hear you making a deal with
that... Female to put a lily in my hand?

Got the money right in my pocket.

Well, that's not ethical, Jack.

Not what?

Fair and square, true blue.

To, you know, take money for goods that
you won't deliver.

Why won't I?

Because we're old friends.

Sure we are, Brett, but you remember
that night in Dallas when we had that...

Yeah, yeah, I remember, but...

I'm thinking about tonight.

You really aim to earn that $200?

Well, I sure do.

Man's got to be practical.

Gunning's my business.

Well, poker's mine, but... Now, don't
tell me you wouldn't take my last $2.

Because you done it that night in
Dallas.

Remember?

Yeah, that's right, I did.

A man in my line doesn't know how long
he's good for, Brett.

He's got to get all the work he can get,
not let sentiment interfere. Now, you

can understand that, can't you?

I guess I'll have to.

But, Jack, Modesty, she doesn't know
that I never left town.

And she doesn't see me.

That's as good as being dead, isn't it?

Well, since we're old friends, we serve
the same purpose.

But you've got to promise not to show.

If you do, I've got to shoot.

Or else give her back her $200.

It's like you said. It's not ethical.

Don't you worry about that, Jack.

I may be seeing her, but she won't be
seeing me.

So long, Jack.

That's what I call a thinking man.

Yes, sir?

Where's Scratch Manor?

You must be... New in town, yeah.

You ain't big enough to bluff.

That pair of deuces wouldn't get an
angel a free lunch in heaven.

You're just wasting the little woman's
money.

I'm buying chips, banker.

Thought there'd be more than just cats
on the prowl tonight.

Like maybe a sly fox.

As my old pappy used to say, a fox isn't
sly.

He just can't think any slower.

Put it back, Maverick.

I've gone to a lot of trouble for that
money.

Modesty, don't you think you'd sleep
better if you just let me have my share

leave town?

You won't need it where you're going.

I've already arranged for your
departure.

Yeah, I know.

But... Just my original $1 ,000 so the
taxpayers won't have to bury me?

Lock it up.

I've got a man waiting to buy me a
drink.

Pharaoh Jack?

He's a real old friend of mine.

An old friend?

Then I've wasted my $200.

You never wasted a dime in your life.

He'll shoot.

But a real old friend?

What kind of principles does the man
have?

Modesty, my dear young lady, the same as
yours.

Well, in that case, maybe we better find
Mr. Fay Rojack.

Mister, them cards got a liking for you
that ain't normal.

You want to quit, Sheriff?

Cash in?

One of us has liked to cash in for long.

Me and him.

Meaning you've been dealing off the top,
off the bottom, and off the in

-between.

You see that, everybody?

Ain't room for a crooked gambler in
paradise. Take back your stakes, boys.

You boys afraid of this lead pusher?
Here's your money. You touch a dime of

money and I'll put a hole through you
till high to mountain.

You will, huh?

Well, just keep your hands above the
table and stand up.

My pleasure.

Which one of you sicked this black
blowhard on me?

Gimel!

You're that underhanded, even for an
undertaker.

Oh, not me, Scratch. We're business
partners.

Scratch!

Here's your man.

You!

Paradise can be mighty hot.

Two for folks who don't know how to take
orders.

Modesty.

Draw, dude.

Now, wait a minute, Sheriff. I don't
even have a gun.

Somebody get my iron.

Hold it, Sheriff.

Don't you think we ought to consider all
the factors?

Pharaoh Jack there, he's the 12th man
you killed.

I'd be number 13.

That's a bad number.

13?

For you, maybe.

Bad for both of us.

And there's something else.

The hand that Pharaoh Jack dealt you.

A pair of eights and a black ace.

Go ahead, Sheriff.

Look at the whole card.

Go on, look.

Aces and eights, a dead man's hand.

We haven't met, Mr. Maverick. I'm Floyd
Gimble, the town undertaker.

What can I do for you?

I wanted to ask you a question.

How did you know what was in Scratch's
poker hand back there?

Well, I saw the pair of eights, and the
ace is showing. Knowing Pharaoh Jack

never leaves anything to chance, I just
bet on the second ace.

Quick thinker.

Sure wish you could help me, Mr.
Maverick.

Always glad to oblige.

You want to measure me now?

Oh, I don't want to measure you out.
It's Scratch Manon. You see, Scratch, he

collects 10 % protection money from most
of the merchants in town.

I'd be glad to pay him 10 % to protect
me.

Oh, yes, but because I'm the undertaker
and he sends me so much business, I have

to pay him 25.

He's got a point there, Gimbal.

Heavy traffic tonight.

Ah, sooner or later you see everybody
you know out here.

Hey, look.

Modesty in the mayor?

Why, everybody knows they've been
smoozling.

Everybody in town except Scratch
Manning.

Except Scratch?

Maybe I can help you with your problem
after all, Mr. Gimbel.

You run into town, tell the sheriff to
come out here.

Oh, he won't come through that gate.

Not through the gate. He can stay
outside the fence.

You just tell him what modesty and the
mayor are up to, he'll come running.

Oh, but I... Don't gavel, Gimble. Get
him.

You better know what you're talking
about. I had two pairs in that hand just

now, and they was both kings.

Oh, Eula, I don't know what to say.

And I don't know what to do.

Marry me modestly.

I'll provide for you and I'll cherish
you.

For better or for worse, in sickness and
in health.

Till death do us part.

Yes, but that'll be almost immediately.

Scratch will kill you, sure.

I boosted Scratch Manning into office
and I'll boot him out.

I ain't scared.

Modesty blamed.

I thought you weren't scared of him.

Actually, there are more people here
than there are left back in town.

In a manner of speaking, yes.

What's he doing?

Right now, Mr. Mayor, he's kissing your
girl.

He's kissing my girl.

You all right, honey?

Oh, but I was so shocked.

I don't know what that man had in mind.

A sweet little woman like you wouldn't
know. Best not think of it.

Bemis, you're going to have to come out
of that witch's orchard sometime.

And when you do, there'll be a gun
waiting for you.

Welcome to the club, Mayor.

I do now.

I can't stay here the rest of my life.

I hope you can't run, either.

If you did, they'd laugh you out of
every town you came to.

Mayor, you're just gonna have to face up
to scratch.

Me? I'm so slow with a gun, I stand in
front of a mirror, my reflection will

beat me to the draw.

Better death than dishonor.

Why? Why?

I'm not quite sure.

I fetched Scratch. You?

But it didn't do any good. On the way
out, he told me that he gets 30 % off

Bemis. Look, what does he want here?

Well, he's sort of the landlord.

Figured your plan wouldn't work.

Plan? What plan is it?

Well, Mayor Bemis, I had plans for the
two of us.

It might work. It might not.

But what have we got to lose?

Scratch will shoot us anyway.

Sure, what have you got to lose?

Would you shut up? You can't lose.

You lie, you...

You just stay right here. I'll be back
in about a half hour.

I just don't understand.

I tried the best way I know how to raise
a town proper.

And what happens?

I end up hiding in a cemetery.

With an undertaker.

Hey, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Come on, kitty.

Yeah, kitty, kitty. Yeah, nice kitty.

Come on. Hey, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Come on, kitty.

Come on, kitty, kitty, kitty.

That's a nice kitty.

Come on, kitty, kitty.

Here we go.

What's that?

Come on, kitty, kitty.

Come on,

kitty, kitty. Come on, kitty, kitty.

Come on, kitty.

Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty,
kitty.

Come on, kitty, kitty, kitty. What are
them cats doing there?

Why ain't they at work? Oh, they'll be
working soon or not.

Here, Gimble, take off my boot.

Demas, you get the other one. What for?

To shine it. Shine it? I'm the mayor of
this town. I don't go around shining

shoes. The only thing you're mayor of
right now is Boot Hill. And if I'm going

to die with mine on tomorrow, I want
them nice and shiny.

So I want you to mix plenty of catnip
and smoked fish with polish.

What polish?

This polish.

Right here.

And I got a can of cold water.

What's that for?

Old grannies say that cats are really
witches.

So while you're polishing boots, me and
the cats are going to mix up a little

mess of bad luck for, uh, old scratch.

And tomorrow morning, you're going to
add your share, Mr. Bemis.

The boot.

who's coming back to the land of the
living.

What are you doing at my desk?

I'm taking over.

I figured you'd be near in Mexico by
now.

You're fired.

You've been drinking.

You heard me.

Best thing you can do is get out of
paradise, and the best time to do it is

right now.

And you heard me.

I've taken over this town.

Mr. Mayor, you were fired an hour ago.

That makes us both private citizens.

All right, Mennon.

Step out in the street.

We'll settle this.

What?

You heard me.

All right, let's get going. What are we
waiting for?

I never pass up a turkey shoot.

going, you lie boy?

Anytime, you lie.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Am I interrupting something?

Stay out of this, Maverick.

Out of what?

You're aiming to crossfire me. You go
down first, mister. I can still kill

before he can draw.

I'm a peaceful man, Sheriff.

Not even armed.

All I'm trying to do is cross the
street.

Hold your fire, Sheriff.

That's his constitutional right. Just
taking my friends out for an airing.

Got them.

Thirteen black cats, Sheriff.

You won't find nothing in there but an
echo, Mr. Maverick.

What are you doing in here?

Just waiting for the smoke to settle.

Who tidied up?

Modesty Blaine.

Oh, they was her cats and it was her
money.

How long ago?

You know which way she went?

Two hours. She went south and took the
fastest horse in town.

I'll bet she did.

She's quite a traveler.

She's a sweet little lady.

She'll always be welcome in paradise.

Don't want to try to get your money
back, Mr. Gibbon? No chance, Mr.

Because it sure is your lucky night.

Yeah, I guess it is.

It was.

Again?

Why, Brett Maverick.

Don't tell me you lost all the cat
money.

That's right. It was stolen.

By two men?

Oh, Brett, please. I really am desperate
this time.

I was going to San Francisco for some
brides.

The tabbies for the Toms in Paradise.

No, silly, real ladens.

Coming down through the gold camps, I
met so many lonely miners.

They paid $500 for a wife.

Well, that's chicken feed for a girl
like you.

There's a shipment of brides due into
San Francisco tomorrow from the east.

I was going to use my cat money.

Our cat money.

To feed and transport a hundred of them
back to the motherlode country.

A hundred?

That's $50 ,000.

That's right.

Well, you blame me for wanting to jump?

No, no. Go right ahead and jump. All the
suckers are down there in the river.

There's none up here.

Oh, Brett, I've really never met a man
like you.

Not even in books.

You know, knights in armor would have
sunk out there. No, I'm serious, Brett.

You weren't thinking about yourself when
you went in after me?

No, I was thinking about a hundred
brides and $50 ,000.

Not about me?

Just a little.

Well, maybe just a little.

As my old pappy used to say, you can be
a gentleman and still not forget all you

know about self -defense.

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, Annabelle.

Luck is the lady that he loves the best.

Natchitoches, New Orleans,

living on Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

River, I'll ring your bell.

Fare thee well, Annabelle.

Luck is the lady that he loves the best.

Natchitoches, New Orleans, living on
Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West
Maverick is a legend of

the West