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Stella. Stella is an old friend of yours, Teresa.

He doesn't mean anything to me.

Then kill him.

But I've never... For me.

For the man who's going to trust you from now on.

A Warner Brothers television production.

Hold your stock.

We don't get rain in these parts except once in five years.

Then they get us a real goose -drawn like this one.

Sort of to make up for lost time.

What about the bridge to Silveropolis?

I just took a look at it.

Two foot underwater.

All the years it's been here, I've never seen the like of it.

It's undoubtedly the second deluge.

What we three wet knowers should be doing is gathering the animals two by

and bringing them to the dubious shelter of this leaky ark.

Five.

I suggest you collect the snakes, Maverick. Wouldn't you say that's more

line?

I've already started rounding up the lower order of varmints.

One skunk so far.

My deal.

We'd been stuck here for a week with nothing to do.

My friend, Gentleman Jack Darby, with whom I had shared many experiences in

past, most of them disastrous, had gotten us into this mess.

He'd heard that in a neighboring town the miners were poker hungry, but the

rains had come before we could reach it. And here we were, stranded in a ghost

town.

Now, what do you do?

If I were to open for, uh... $2 ,000. What would your response be?

I'd file for bankruptcy.

Well, I've already won approximately $185 ,000 from you in cash.

You do have cash, madam.

I'd get writer's crap just making out an IOU that big.

Well, I've already won your horse.

A swayback nag. Wouldn't he make good library pays, much less glue?

I suppose we shall have to pay for your gun.

An inferior firing piece at best. You nor it has never hit anything.

Don't you have anything that I could really use, Maverick?

Where I sit, Darby, I think you could really use a good punch in the jaw.

Sounds fascinating.

Suppose we make that the bet.

First one who's dealt an ace gets to take three swing at the other one.

Would certainly serve to relieve the tedium of this awful place.

I'd be pretty stupid to pass up a chance to belt you.

New deal.

You fellas must be pretty much up against it for something to do.

Gambling to whomp each other.

Oh, I gotta get back to the barn.

Two of my cows are calving.

Cows are stupid mothers.

Take your eye off of them and they wander away from the calves like they've

never even been introduced.

And I hear the eternal instinct isn't too strong in the father.

They were off leering at another cow by that time.

Is that an ace you just dealt me, Darby?

So it is.

You know, you definitely limit me, Mavericks, forcing me to deal off the

Well?

Ah, this is silly. Sit down, Darby.

Oh, no. Oh, no. It's an old family tradition.

We Darby's always pay our debts when we're able. It's an old Maverick

that we never hit women, children, or slow -witted con men.

Sit down. I insist that you hit me, Maverick.

All right, if you really want it.

Uh, now you stick out that receding chin of yours, Darby, old boy.

Whoa!

Hi,

Luke. How'd you make it through this gully washer?

Luke's back in Tonopah, sick with pneumonia.

I'm taking this place.

My name's Latimer. What are you doing on this route?

The regular stage road is three foot underwater. I thought I'd try to make it

this way to Carson City. You can't. We gotta get there. The creek's flooded.

Well, we're stuck here, folks.

You boys better get out.

Mr. Hurley and me can help carry him, ma 'am. You bring the luggage and the

blankets in. Would you help me carry him in? Delighted to be of service.

Can you sit up, dear?

Slowly now.

We'll have you warm and comfortable soon.

I don't need to be carried.

Give me your hand, Hurley.

I'll give you your hand with the horses.

Is that the only place you have to put him?

What are those rooms in there?

Bedroom. The manner of speaking, but we'll be happy to give up ours for him.

Is that all right with you, old pal?

That's all right. Come on, partner.

You see, mister, your friend ought to have his clothes off, ma 'am. Oh, we'll

take care of him. He's my brother.

What's wrong with him?

It's his lungs. The damp weather and that jouncing around on the stagecoach

hasn't done him any good.

We could use some hot soup. Do you have any?

Well, I'll probably rustle you something up. The old man that lives here cooks a

little bit. Maybe he can get you something.

What's the matter?

Blood. I probably cut my hand while I was carrying him on his belt buckle,

maybe.

What happens when he finds there's no cut on his hand? Nothing much. He starts

bumping his gums about it, and we shut him up.

Now, that's what I call a beautiful addition to this thriving metropolis.

Who's the sick one? Not her husband, I trust.

Brother. Ah, a much simpler relationship.

Blood on the hands?

What'd you do, commit a little murder in there?

No, but the sick one has a lung condition.

It must be pretty bad because he bleeds through his shirt.

Do tell.

When I was lowering him down on that bed, I noticed he had a .44 tucked in

belt. Now, what do you suppose the point is of a man that sick carrying a gun?

Possibly to protect himself from nefarious characters like you.

Who's the other one? The hard -faced party.

I don't know.

And the plump little gentleman gathering up the luggage? I don't suppose you

know who he is either.

Thomas Jefferson Herring, at your service, gentlemen.

Salesman for the Alpha and Omega Linen Company of Omaha.

Best outfit this side of Mississippi.

Blankets, bed linens, napkins, and towels.

Which we could use, heaven knows, on a day like this.

On account of the color of my hair, my friends call me Red.

Red Herring, get it?

A little subtle, but we get it.

Are you with the other folks, Mr. Herring? No, sir. They got on Tonopah,

said. I flagged the coach at a little town about 40 miles west of there.

Well, I guess I'd better get these bags and stuff into them.

They may need it.

I left my sample cases on the stage.

I reckon they'll be safe enough.

Nothing in them worth stealing.

Well, where'd you put the folks?

Oh, right in there, Mr. Herring.

Daring, if I remember the dictionary definition, is something used to confuse

to divert attention from something else.

Yeah, and I saw the Derringer, too.

Maverick, have we happened into a nest of vipers?

Oh, you have it reversed, my friend.

They ran into us.

I'd better find old man Gillis. The sick one needs some soup.

You've got a couple of hours making that, old man.

Soup takes time, unless you have a lack of dishwater.

Well, hurry it up.

Could a man on horseback make it to Carson City?

Naive didn't drown first.

They have to ford the creek, and I reckon it's about ten feet deep at this

There's no other way?

Across an 8 ,000 -foot mountain that don't have no roads.

What's in Carson City?

There's a doctor there we've got to get to.

Amy Doremus?

That's right.

Um... He ain't practicing there anymore.

The law caught up with him. For what?

For plucking bullets out of gunslingers.

A bad habit he had, it seems.

Is that what's wrong with the kid's lungs?

Lead poison, maybe?

You ask too many questions, Pop. Yeah, that's my trouble.

He's half -engine, ain't he? Who?

Your sick friend, the Arapahoe kid.

They say that he had a quick notch in his gun. There was hardly any butt left.

He's a fine -looking young man, too. Takes a very good picture.

I've seen it in a lot of post offices.

Put that thing away.

I'm too old to be scared by a gun or most anything else.

What you're up to ain't none of my business.

Anyway, there ain't nothing around here for a gunslinger like the kid.

Have to wait and die, maybe.

Want to take this into him?

Wait a minute, I'll get this food.

With such pain, I thought I'd better drink some laudanum to deaden it.

You'd better drink the soup first. On an empty stomach, that stuff's liable to

knock him cold.

Where can I get some drinking water?

Right here.

Thank you.

Stella, you could have at least left me the watch.

How'd you know my name?

You told her to me that night.

What night?

The night you rolled me and took my watch and my poke.

You don't look familiar to me at all.

Stella, come on, let's not play games.

I'm not playing games. I just don't place you, that's all.

You have a pretty short memory, don't you?

Or was I just one of so many that you really can't remember?

I don't keep a diary, if that's what you're getting at.

Where was all this supposed to have happened?

Abilene, last June, less than six months ago, at the Bonton Saloon, where you

were working.

And I took your watch and wallet?

Sounds very dishonest of me.

How'd we meet?

The way anybody meets an Ansel girl, I said hello to you, and you said hello to

me.

What a fascinating conversation.

I thought you were cut above the others.

Not me.

I'm cut from the same bolt of shoddy as the others.

All right.

You were the one who played cards, and you lost your shirt that night, and you

were down to about... Oh, I had a pretty healthy bankroll, almost a thousand,

and that watch... Six fifties, two twenties, and a ten. Three hundred and

dollars, so let's not make it the national debt, huh?

I've got to get my brother's medicine.

Stella.

It was a cold, windy night.

We talked a lot.

And the stove kept going out. And you had to keep interrupting your speech to

get more wood for it. And you listened.

And that's exactly what I needed that night.

That's what I was there for. To listen.

I didn't think you were just doing a job.

Then when you left, I found my watch and money gone. I, uh...

I must confess, I missed you most of all.

Don't tell me you fell for me.

No.

Why do you remember me so well?

I think of you often.

Whenever I wanted to know what time it was.

Well, it's ten of eight right now, so you just sing out whenever you want to

know the time.

He ate most of his soup, then he started hurting again. You'd better get in

there with his medicine.

What goes on here?

She wouldn't give me the time of day.

You know her?

We met.

Where'd you learn that trick?

I don't know. I picked it up somewhere.

Anyway, you're pretty good with your fingers, mister.

You a gambler?

What's that got to do with it?

You sort of expect them to be slick with their hands. I'm not that kind of a

gambler.

Anyway, you're pretty darn good with your fingers.

Since our guests have the bedroom, I've been looking over the barn as possible

sleeping quarters.

Dry. comfortable.

You'll be quite cozy there.

I'm going to sleep in the barn tonight.

Oh, don't be frightened. You'll have that red herring fellow in the driver

you. Where are you going to sleep?

Well, I thought I might take this understuffed sofa.

You're very uncomfortable, but I don't mind making a sacrifice.

The girl in there have anything to do with your self -sacrifice?

Oh, no, not a thing.

Well, very little.

Maverick, the poor child may need protection.

She's trying to poison me.

Ranster, it's just medicine.

Get back in the bed, kid.

Take it, take it, take it. She's just trying to help you.

You keep feeding me this stuff. You're trying to get me drunk.

This is after the bounty.

You stayed behind, didn't you?

We did the job.

Since when do you need a woman to help? Maybe I wouldn't have got shot if she'd

have done her part.

I told you I never did anything like that before and I was afraid.

Come on, kid. He's just trying to kill me.

Did you have to hit him?

Highly emotional group.

Much too noisy.

I've reconsidered.

I'll sleep in the barn.

Suit yourself.

What sort of a job was it that she sat out?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Something unsavory, I would imagine.

What's going on around here?

Just a little disagreement.

Better keep this out of sight.

Oh, they're fighting amongst themselves, huh?

Yeah. Well, that's all to the good.

Where are you going to sleep?

Right here.

Well, I could put some blankets on the floor in my room for you. Thanks.

This will do just fine.

All right.

Good night. Good night.

Your friend's gonna camp out there all night. Go out and talk to him while I

out through the window.

Keep him busy.

You wouldn't shoot a defenseless woman, would you, mister?

Your brother tried it. He was so full of painkiller, he didn't know what he was

doing.

You got a cigarette?

Cigar.

Maybe you're in the mood to buy a lady a drink, huh?

Old man Gillis brewed himself up some kind of dynamite drippings.

Darby took a slug of it and couldn't talk for two days. Unless you really

it, I'd say leave it alone.

Just wanted something to shut this night out.

Forget about it.

He wouldn't hurt me, you know.

When he's himself, he's a great guy.

He could have taken any of the girls out of the saloon where I work, but he

picked me.

Nothing more than any brother should do for his sister.

All right, so he's not my brother.

Listen, I had nine brothers, and the little ones I had to take care of, and

big ones when I was working, sponged off me.

So who needs brothers?

He has ever let up.

We just gotta get him to a doctor.

Where'd you pick up the bullet?

Who says he's carrying one?

Bleeding to death, isn't he?

Oh, it's easy to pick out a killer.

They smell of death.

The ones they've caused in their own racing to catch up with them.

Listen, don't think just because he's sick and down that he's through.

He can still take care of little boys like you.

You've already gone on him, aren't you, Stella?

He's the only man in my life that ever...

Didn't try to shine up to me or paw his way into my favor.

Or squawk because I copped his watch.

He's a real man.

But a dead one. He's been dead a long time.

My old papa used to say those who try to live by the gun die by the neck.

Oh, those are big words, aren't they?

I'd like to see you face up to him right now. Sick as he is, he's more alive

than you are.

But he will be dead if I don't get him help soon.

And then you can have your precious watch back.

Here, take it right now. Take it. Wind up the stem and watch those pretty

hands go around and have yourself some fun while a better man than you is dying

in there.

Go ahead. Take it.

No sign of it. I don't think this coach was carrying anything.

$10 ,000 in gold coin.

Payroll for the china hat mine. I know it was on this stagecoach. Because the

payroll clerk told me, and he's got no reason for lying. He's getting his cut

it. Beats me.

Did you check herring, Sam?

There's nothing in there but towel sheets and napkins.

What'd you expect?

He didn't join us until it was all over.

We should have passed up this job. We didn't have enough men for it to start

with. Everything went wrong.

Could you imagine a kid getting shot by a lousy stagecoach driver and now he's

dying and we can't find what we're after?

Maybe that payroll clerk was planning to get us bushwhacked.

Seems to me they'd have carried a shotgun rider if they was toting all

gold. Not if they hit it where nobody would think to look.

Are you sure you checked real close?

Yes, seats, roof, everything. It ain't here.

You didn't find it by any chance and stash it away. Look here, Hurley. It's

known to happen. Where would I put it? And how would I get it away without you

knowing it? All right, take it easy.

You better come with me. The kid's pretty riled.

You tell him all about it.

Thank you.

You better take this for a while, Stella.

You might need to know what time to give your friend his medicine.

I thank you.

And my friend thanks you.

Well, nine o 'clock.

You should start getting pretty wild back at the joint about this time.

I wonder if it's raining in Abilene.

You know, there's...

An old saying that you can't ever figure out a woman.

I've heard it many times, but what do you mean by it?

Well, I'm tickled to death to be out of the Bond town, which means that I should

be happy to be here.

How happy do I look?

You look about the most unhappy girl I ever met, Stella.

I guess I just don't know when I'm well off. How did you get into the Bond town

in the first place?

Which story would you like? The one that I was fascinated by the life?

That someone pushed me through the swinging doors?

I came from a very religious home.

Do you believe that?

Why not?

My father was a preacher, sort of.

I mean, no church. He'd never been ordained or anything.

But he somehow got it into his head that the whole world was wrong and that it

was his job to set them right again.

So he went around preaching to anybody who'd listen.

Sometimes even to those who wouldn't listen.

I've met them.

Hellfire and brimstone shouters finding sin everywhere.

I knew one who said it was even a sin to be born.

Oh, according to my father, that was the greatest sin of all.

He hated women.

Said we were responsible for getting man kicked out of paradise.

Well, anyway, I took it as long as I could, and I just lit out one day.

I was 15.

Pretty young to go out in the world all by yourself, wasn't it?

I found that out.

In Toledo, I got a job in a dry goods store selling notions.

Until the owner decided to try to sell me some of his notions.

Then I hit the road again.

I'd always heard that if a girl waited long enough, Mr. Wright would come

And I thought I met him in St. Louis.

Very good -looking, smoothie.

Said I had a lovely singing voice.

Have you, Stella?

Well, when I used to call the hogs for my father, they must have liked it

because they always came running.

That was supposed to be funny.

Don't you like jokes?

I don't think your story's funny.

No sense of humor, that's all.

Well, anyway, Mr. Wright decided I was another Jenny Lind, and that he was

to put me on the stage.

Only he didn't.

Instead, he put himself on the stage.

The one to Dallas.

So, I was left. No job, no money, no prospects.

End of story.

Not quite the end, Stella.

In fact, it's hardly the beginning.

Good stories never end with a heroine in a jam.

Everyone I've read, she lives happily ever after.

What's happily?

I'm not unhappy.

With him?

His mother was an Arapaho princess.

But that doesn't mean anything to people, no. He's just a half -breed.

-red, half -white, all nothing.

Neither side wants him. Could be they don't want him because the only cause he

fights for is death.

He has the blood of great chiefs in him. And he kills because he needs to, like

a grizzly or a cougar. And he doesn't have their excuse.

He doesn't kill to eat, it's in his blood. And it's not the blood of great

chiefs.

It's the blood of murderers.

He's turned on you once, Stella. Get away from him before he kills you.

Why don't you leave me alone?

Why'd you make me tell you my silly story anyway? What do you want from me?

Not a thing, Stella.

Wish you luck.

It's about time you had some.

Gentlemen, there is a cadaver at the creek beyond the barn.

A what?

An extremely dead man.

Who is it?

He didn't tell me his name.

Did you get a look at him at all?

A husky fellow with a black mustache?

I wouldn't know.

Oh, I have an idea who it might be.

If I'm right, it's awful.

It's terrible awful.

I found the stage driver.

I said at the time, don't shove him in the water. Bury him or leave him lay

there. That creek runs downstream to here. Just our luck they got to find him

now.

You listening, Rance?

They found him, so what?

So old man Gillis already knows who you are.

Everybody knows who I am.

Look at her.

Ever since she came back from talking to that guy, she's staring out at the

rain.

Like she'd never seen Rain before. Maybe she's crazy about it.

Are you in love with Rain, Stella?

I don't mind it.

With that dude out there, you got a case on him, haven't you?

Don't be silly, Lance.

You gonna run off with him after you collect on me, honey?

Why would I be with you if I was gonna turn you in? That's why!

None of you paid cats any good.

Oh, don't call me that, please.

None of you can be trusted. Get back in the bed. If you move around, you'll kill

yourself.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Dead or alive, the poster said.

You're sick.

You wouldn't be talking like that if you weren't.

Come on, please get back in the bed.

I love you, only you.

I came with you because I loved you.

Only you, Rance.

Only you.

He's been driving that stage the last ten years.

Luke Rogers.

Family man.

Three kids.

Killers.

Murderers. Dirty gunslingers. Killing innocent people.

Come on out, you butchers!

swing for this.

If I'm lucky, I'll get to pull the rope.

Poor Luke.

Decent fella never done no harm to no one.

Stella!

Stella, come in here!

Oh, he's started again. I'm bleeding to death.

We gotta get this bullet out of me.

What are we gonna do?

If you don't want to die, you're going to tell me where it is. All right, all

right. It's in the kitchen.

Where in the kitchen? Under the pump.

Get it.

We've got to get the kid drunk before he can be operated on. That slug's killing

him.

You are slick with your fingers, mister.

You had better be slicker than ever before.

Because you've got a very delicate job to do.

I've never done this before. I'm not qualified.

Get on with it.

You'd better not watch this, Stella. Go out in the lobby.

Send a lot of them around here.

We'll need some bandages. You wearing a petticoat?

Tear it into strips.

I really want you.

That liquor ain't doing me much good.

You trying to kill me, mister?

I'm trying to get a bullet out of you that would kill you. I'm not very good

it, but I'm doing my best. Give me a drink.

Give me that cup.

Let's hide.

Go on.

Go on.

That window was something. That wind's blowing right in on him.

Take that point.

Hold it so the wind don't get to him.

Oh, it's right behind her rib.

I have to probe.

Go on.

Good job, mister.

An inch closer and it would have been in his heart.

He's got to lie good and still for a while to help stop that blood from

You can put that away. It's dug out.

What are you aiming to do?

Save you from getting into bad trouble, mister.

You've been practicing without a license.

That's against the law.

There's going to be a lot more.

You're a lousy doctor.

I'm bleeding worse than before.

I did all I could for you. Wasn't good enough.

Yeah, it's a derringer.

You used the two shots it had.

Della.

That fellow is an old friend of yours, Teresa.

He doesn't mean anything to me.

But I've never... For me.

But a guy's gonna trust you from now on.

No killing, Stella.

No murder. That's his job.

Give that story of yours a chance.

Don't let it end in jail or on the gallows.

Get away from her.

I'm not asking just for my life, Stella.

I'm begging for yours.

Why do you care about me?

I love you.

Ask him how much he'd love you if this gun wasn't pointed at him.

I lied to you, Stella.

I haven't forgotten you, not for one moment.

That night was the biggest night of my life.

You let me talk and...

You acted like you cared for what I had to say.

I thought we had something going for us. I felt ten feet tall.

I reached out and touched you.

I remember grasping your hand and holding on to it.

You already had my heart.

He talks pretty to save his life.

Get him away from you, Stella.

Never mind about the way I feel.

Think about yourself.

I'll make that story end happily, Stella. I want it for you. Not with me,

don't have any feeling for me.

But certainly not with that slimy gunslinger standing there spitting death

while he's dying himself.

I'll get him away from you, you little painted cat, or I'll kill you both!

The rain's let up.

I don't know whether it's all through or just Gavin's strength to start up

again. But the creek's down.

The stage can go on through if they get going right away.

Good.

You ain't no linen salesman, mister.

No, I'm not.

You the law?

Wells Fargo's my boss.

There's $5 ,000 on the Arapaho kid.

I'll arrange for you to collect.

As for you, Mr. Darby... Mr. Herring, you should have revealed yourself

You and I have been working together, in a sense.

I took that gold from the stage and hid it to protect it. After all, we were

here among thieves.

You did?

I saw the whole thing.

You did?

Bright thinking.

Mr. Herring, doesn't Wells Fargo provide some reward for these services?

I'll mention your thoughtfulness.

Maybe they'll give you something.

Oh.

Well, all contributions, gratefully accepted.

Well, I guess I'd better see about getting the stage ready.

Will you help me, Boone? Yeah, sure.

So you took the payroll gold and put it away for safekeeping, huh?

Well, somebody had to do it.

Since when did you turn honest?

Oh, well, I, uh... I have these sudden lapses.

Maverick, I've been meaning to congratulate you on one of the finest

performances I've ever seen.

Including Booth's Hamlet, McCready's Richard III. You outdid them both

Performance? When you told that baggage you loved her so you could get the gun

away from her to shoot that unruly fellow.

Oh, you were absolutely stupendous, Maverick.

Now take it easy, Darby.

I won that sock on the jaw from you yesterday. I was just collecting a debt.

Well, Darby always pays his debts.

I'll get the horses ready.

I won't be needing this anymore.

Where are you going, Stella?

You told me to give myself another chance, but you didn't tell me how to go

about it.

Thank you for caring for me.

But all the feeling I was capable of died last night.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I'm not going back to this alone.

I've got a cousin in Dakota Territory.

I'll try to find her.

I heard she had a lot of kids.

Maybe she'll take me in.

Can you picture me with kids?

Yeah, I think I can.

Maybe you're right.

I told you I took care of a path of little brothers, and it was kind of fun

it wasn't hard work.

Maybe it'll be fun again.

That was your goodbye.

Our horses are ready.

Maverick, believe it or not, something puzzles me.

When you hit me, were you just collecting that bet, or was it because

impertinence of suggesting that you might have been play -acting with that

Which was it, Maverick?

Hope you make it.

Let's pardon up again.

You're going, huh? Afraid we must.

I must like it or I wouldn't be staying here, would I?

Yep, I like it.

My nature craves peace, quiet.

We should have left sooner.

Well, if we leave now, we still might get across that creek.

Oh, I wouldn't marry you.

Most of the mountains back here are empty in that creek, and they sure empty

fast. The creek wasn't too low to start with, and it's going to get a lot higher

fast.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Riding the trail to who knows where.

Luck is his companion.

Camphor 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 name. that he loves the best.

Now to New Orleans,

living on Jackson, Queens, Maverick is a legend of the West.

River will ring your bell, farewell Annabelle, luck is the lady that he

loves the best.

Now to New Orleans, living on Jackson, Queens, Maverick is a legend.

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