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Don't make me have to get any of you.

Now try to get this through your thick skulls. I am sick of the sight of you.

If I thought I had a snowball's chance of making it back alone, I'd leave the

three of you out here to try to talk each other to death.

I can't make it back alone.

I'd need help when I got to the mountains.

And I'm going to have help.

If I have to kill one of you to get the other two back.

I'll do it

Maverick

Starring James Garner and Jack Kelly

Produced by Warner Brothers

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the entertainment capital of the world Produced for television by Warner

Brothers.

Haven't the foggiest who the chap could be. It's rather obvious he's a

gentleman. Those hands have never been used for work.

Isn't this whole conversation rather nixie -dixie?

After all, we are governed by the laws of hospitality.

Strange hour in distress and all that sort of thing.

I was merely indulging in a bit of conjecture. Could you contrive to table

Norbert? I think he's coming too.

You're going to be all right. You're at Belcastle Cottage.

England? Wyoming.

Permit me.

My niece, Lady Ellen Belcastle.

My brother, Norbert.

Marquess of Belcastle, Viscount Darragh, Baron of Lessing and Burney, and fellow

of the Royal Historical Society.

One handshake will do nicely for all of them.

I'm merely Albert Belcastle. My name is Brett Mabry.

What are you a fellow of? Of infinite jest.

There's time enough for chatter when Mr. Maverick is feeling stronger.

Albert, do run down and tell Cook we should want some broth.

I'll have Benson pop up and shave the poor chap.

That should do him a world.

My brother Norbert has an unfading sense of the fitness of things.

I should warn you, Mr. Maverick, that when we speak of the thin red line of

empire, it's Norbert Belcastle whom we have in mind.

What's a marquis?

A marquis is something between a duke and an earl. Technically, it's a royal

officer guarding the border regions or marches.

Like Wyoming?

Heavens, no.

You're all independent now.

Now, please, settle down and rest.

When you're talking to a marquis, what do you call him?

Most people say Lord Belcastle or my lord.

I guess I better call him Lord Belcastle.

The other sounds like swearing.

We certainly couldn't have that, could we? One other thing.

How do I call a lady?

You ring the little bell beside your bed.

Come in.

Here we are, sir.

There. They look infinitely better.

And if I may say so, sir, so do you. Why, thank you, Benton. A few days' rest

does wonders.

What have you got there?

Oh, a bit of a surprise, sir. Thought they'd cheer you up no end.

That almost looks like my coat.

It is your coat, sir.

One of the cowherds found your saddlebags out on the moor. I took the

freshening up your things.

Benton, you're a credit to your family.

You must have legged it quite a distance, sir. The cow chap found your

full six miles from the house.

Oh, I remember. I was only wearing a shirt, wasn't I? Quite so, sir.

I thought I'd lost an old friend. Could you get me the things I had on when I

came? Oh, I'm afraid not, sir.

They look so completely beyond repair that I took the liberty of burning them.

Burning them?

I'll put the question back at you, sir.

What always brings people from one place to another?

Grass. I thought for a minute you said grass.

Quite. Grass is food.

The whole history of civilization, my dear chap, is of people ever moving

westward looking for greener grass from the very beginning of recorded time.

Must we go back to the beginning of time?

All the gentleman was asking. Present, the world's finest grass is in Wyoming.

Consequently, so are we.

Use better cattle.

Feed it on the native grass here.

There's millions in it.

But that makes sense.

You've moved to America for business reasons.

Good heavens, no.

We're merely moving a bit of capital.

As soon as we've got things here, our ship shape and Bristol fashion, it's

hippity hop and home again.

The new colonialism, old boy.

Don't send troops.

Send money.

I say Maybrook.

Maverick. What one?

His name's not Maybrook, father. It's Maverick.

Tosh, there's no such name as Maverick.

What would it mean?

Well, back home in Texas, a Maverick is a calf that's lost its mother.

And his father has run off with another cow.

A foundling?

No, it's just a lostling.

Quite. What else do you do, Mr. Maverick?

For a livelihood, I mean.

With your permission, I shall leave you to your cigars.

Benson?

Manson was telling me that you seemed quite perturbed by the loss of your old

shirt. As if there'd been money in it. There was.

A thousand dollar bill.

Heavens, man, that's 200 quid. Isn't that rather a large banknote to lug

loose in one's pocket?

I kept it pinned.

That makes all the difference.

My father insisted on it. He said my brother and I were so shiftless that if

didn't carry at least a thousand dollars, we'd starve to death.

And now that you have it no longer?

I guess I start.

Nonsense, my boy. This is a British home. We're responsible for you until

on your way again.

Well, you've been very kind.

But being on my way seems to be the real problem.

He'd need a horse and money for the road.

I could work for you.

Work?

Yes, I'd insist on working for him.

Very well, then.

We shall have to find.

Something for you to do.

There you are, my men.

If you'll just trot these things over to the cowherd's quarters, I'm sure

they'll find somewhere for you to sleep.

I'm sure they'll find somewhere for you to sleep.

I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy.

These words he did say as I gaily rode by.

Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story.

Shot in the... Maverick!

Maverick!

You waiting to see the sunrise or something? Let's go to work.

My horse seems to have picked up a pebble.

If he can do that, maybe you can teach him to juggle.

Here, here.

I don't suppose you could help the poor brute.

Well, I'll try. I know just how he feels.

I say, you are a fight. What in pity's name have you been doing?

Pitching fodder into the loft.

Why? So when winter comes, I can climb back up there and pitch it down again.

I see.

Poor Maverick.

There must be something better suited to your talents.

There is.

But these cowhands don't have any money until payday.

I don't suppose you play cards?

West.

Oh. Oh, yes, I'm an investor at Gambler.

Well, that's nice to know.

I'll make you a little bet.

If you like.

What should we bet on, and how much?

93 cents, even money.

On the keenness of your eye and the brightness of your logic.

That sounds utterly smashing.

First we need a belt.

And a pencil.

No pencil.

Maybe a hairpin.

Now, what you do is this. You push the hairpin through one of these loops. So

that when you unroll it, the hairpin will be inside.

Quite.

There's still time to change your mind.

Would you mind?

Just unroll it this way. That's the way you rolled it up.

Just so.

Now unroll it.

I say this is a bit thick.

Thank you.

You won't forget about the pair ball, will you?

There's no way in saying it's been rather upstream for you, but become so

discouraged you won't strike out on foot.

Lord Belcastle, it comes down to this.

I'd like to have a horse and a saddle and a grub stick, but on my income,

is $12 a month, there are luxuries I just can't afford. Martin Drake, the

of you, Maybrook, it's merely a matter of stinging it through.

Well, I've stuck it through wars and fence wars and prison camps and cattle

drives. I've fought Yankees and Indians and grizzly bears and price fighters,

but there's just one thing I can't fight.

The fact that I just wasn't cut out to be a cowboy.

I dare say you know more about than I, but... Grizzly bear?

Ursus Horribilis?

Are you a huntsman?

Well, I've shot more of them than they have of me.

By Jove, Maybuck, I think that's it.

It's what?

The means by which you're going to earn your horse and gear and, uh, grub steak.

Look here.

My brother Albert, my daughter, and I are all frightfully keen to go on a

whilst we're here.

A safari? A safari hunting expedition.

It would have to be rather primitive.

No bearers, no beaters, and all that sort of thing.

We'd all be rather roughing it, you know, but dash it all.

Dash it all!

There we went.

The thin red line of empire.

The house of Bellcastle loaded for bear.

With food?

clothing, shelter, and the bare essentials of life, and bringing up the

simple native guide.

Two days across the grasslands and five days across the desert taught me one

thing about the British aristocracy.

When they talk about roughing it, that means no fresh cream for the four o

'clock tea.

Nothing like the warm, dry, exhilarating air of the desert.

We can stand a bit of this in England, you know.

One more day and we shall reach the highlands. And I forgot to bring my

I say, Maybrook, what's your... Can't complain, Your Lordship.

Our thing's over in the officer's mess.

That's what I like to hear, a bit of healthy grousing from the ranks.

I'll try to oblige.

I think it's utterly smashing the change that's come over Maverick since we

started on Safari.

Really, Maverick, you're like a new person.

It's all in giving a body something he can do.

The man wasn't cut out for punching stairs.

He was meant all along to be a guide.

I'm not sure yet.

As my pappy used to say, it'd be a pitiful thing if I ever tried to work

living.

Son, he said, use your wit, because the Lord didn't give you brains.

That's really quite droll. You must never listen to that sort of talk,

If you think you can do a thing, you can do it.

Now, that's why you didn't make out as a cowherd. You weren't keeping a stiff

upper. The one thing that has stayed me through every crisis is the comforting

knowledge that nothing is ever so bad that it couldn't be worse.

Hello!

You're just in time for tea.

You want some tea, Gus?

No.

Coffee, then. There must be something we can give you.

Well, seeing that you brought it up yourself.

Food, water, everything.

They might at least have left us their horses.

Give us a chance to get back to the nearest outpost.

They didn't want us getting back to any outposts.

That seems a bit steep.

Have you any notion who they were?

The leader's name was Gus.

I'd guess they were the Shaughnessys, a bunch of outlaws on the run.

They figured they needed everything they took.

Tablecloths, women's clothing.

I think they were simply a set of bounders, enjoying our predicament.

They were on the run, Lady Ellen.

If they were just out on a picnic, they'd have invited you along.

Oh.

Well, Norbert? It's going to be a rum go, but we shall try to make do with

we have.

Nothing? Quite.

We've come five days so far. That would mean five days getting back.

Five days by horse.

That's at least ten days on foot.

Be touch and go, but we can do it. Without food or water?

My dear, there's food and water everywhere if one knows how to look for

I read up a bit on the desert.

One looks for water by following game trails, by searching the valleys and

depressions, by watching the flights of birds.

If there's a bird within a hundred miles of here, he seems to be painfully shy.

May I make a suggestion?

Of course.

Ten days is a long time to go looking for water.

Do you have an alternative?

Well, I'm pretty sure those people were the Shaughnessys.

If they were, they were heading for their hideout in the mountains.

Now, the mountains are only two days away. We stand a good chance of making

that far.

And then?

Well, if we're lucky, maybe we can get our stuff back from them. That's

interesting, but are they practical?

Well, what's practical about heading 200 miles straight across the desert on

foot? I should think that quite obvious, Maybrook.

When we finish our walk, we shall have got somewhere. We shall have our own

resources again instead of having to battle a gang of ruddy bandits.

If we start out that way, we won't even need bandits.

May I remind you, Maybrook, this is my expedition.

Do you realize what you want to blunder into?

I've seen men come off the desert down in Texas after just three days without

water. They came out, didn't they?

Some of them.

So shall we.

Bell Castle, you're the first man I've ever seen who tried to draw three cards

to fill a straight.

That's picturesque, but unintelligible.

Look, if we keep going toward the mountains, we have a chance to stay

But if we head back into that desert... You said it, your opinion may, but now

we can be on our way.

That way.

Can you talk some sense into him? It's not really necessary.

If Norbert says we're going that way, that's the way we're going.

Why? Because Norbert is an eminently sensible man.

So Thurston Alderhold wrote a fascinating paper on it, which I have

really must look it up.

One looks for certain plants that indicate water close to the surface, and

wherever the sand is damp, well, naturally... Try not to talk, Father.

It'll only dry you out.

I say, Maverick, I'm rather puzzled, old man.

I know why we're headed this way, but tell me, why are you?

Well, there's no point in heading toward the mountains alone.

There's nine of them and only one of me.

You still think Norbert's ill -advised, do you?

Oh, he's well advised. He's just too stupid to listen.

Then why are you jogging along with us?

Well, I can't let you just wander off and die.

How thoughtful.

We kept it up all that day, making good British progress toward nowhere at all.

It was the only thing to do.

I'd finished trying to talk sense into Lord Belcastle's head.

The desert itself could do that a lot quicker than I could.

That is, if anything could.

Sun seems to get hotter all the time.

It'll be worse tomorrow.

The further into the desert we get.

How do you feel?

I can't say I give it much thought.

That helps.

I've seen people dead that look better than you do.

The thing to do is press on and save our little compliment for later.

You're still set on pressing on?

Naturally.

This thin red line of empire is beginning to look pretty thick to me.

And what is that intended to mean?

You make a stupid decision, or his worship here makes one for you, and you

to it the rest of your lives.

That's only going to be two or three days.

We've heard quite enough from you.

I thought one day without food and water would show you you're going the wrong

way. But I keep forgetting who you people are.

It takes you longer to get the point.

It seems to take you longer, too, my man. First of all, I deeply resent your

suggesting that I've made some sort of unique camera decision.

We've observed the democratic processes, discussed the matter fully, and come to

a majority vote on this course.

And the very least you can do is to abide by it gracefully.

Since we're set on going that way, we might as well go quietly.

I'm not going that way.

Indeed. And you aren't either.

Come now, Maybrook. I didn't say I think you're behaving quite badly.

Childishly. You people once saved my life, and I guess it's up to me now to

and save yours.

Whether you like it or not.

I suggest we try to get some rest.

Perhaps we can talk more sensibly in the morning. There's no time to talk or

rest.

We're going that way, and we're going now.

Why now?

Because we can travel three times as fast at night. We can look for shade at

daybreak, and we can rest while the sun is out.

You are determined to die out there alone.

If I die, it won't be alone.

For pity's sake, Maybrook, you're still outvoted.

I hate to say this, Bellcastle, but we're not holding any more elections

side of Wyoming.

I'm declaring martial law.

I'm afraid you've got yourself a sticky wicket, my boy.

There's still three of us, and only one of you.

There are two of us, Lord Belkessel.

If that's your authority, I'm afraid it just won't do.

You'd have to get quite close to use it on anyone, and I can assure you, you'd

only get one of us at most.

Don't make me have to get any of you.

Try to get this through your thick skulls. I am sick of the sight of you.

If I had a snowball's chance of making it back by myself, I'd leave the three

you out here to talk each other to death.

Thank you very much.

I can't make it back alone.

I'd need help when I got to the mountains.

And I'm going to have help.

If I have to kill one of you to get the other two back, I'll do it.

I think he really means it.

Of course he does.

You first, Belkessel.

You know something, Maverick? What's that?

The last person to depose a bell castle is King Harold Harefoot.

1039.

You got tired of arguing, huh?

Democratic process, as you know. Only I wanted to borrow the knife.

Can't be done, your lordship.

If I lent it to you, I'm afraid I might have trouble borrowing it back.

As you wish.

I'm greatly thirsty.

I know.

Here.

How can this help thirst?

It can't. It just takes your mind off of it.

Maverick, you're right about traveling at night.

We're already back past the place where we lost our things.

I don't suppose it matters that we frightfully overtired ourselves.

I don't move.

What are you doing?

Just laying in some supplies.

Too bad, old -timer. It's the law of the jungle.

Step right up, folks. Don't be bashful.

What are we supposed to do with it?

What do you usually do with food?

Do you mean eat it?

Thank you. No.

I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. Eat it.

One blessed consolation, my mouth's dry, I can't tell what it tastes like.

I can't even feel it.

I don't like it.

I don't suppose you've ever been in the army.

The first thing we were taught, you're not required to like it, you're just

required to eat it.

I'm so hungry I could eat a horse.

Unfortunately, we don't have one of those.

Why?

I say, Maverick, it suddenly hits me.

Isn't it true that rattlesnakes travel in pairs?

I've heard something like that.

Well, then, it's not too late.

What? Turn back and wait for the other.

Just keep up your pace and you can have half of Lord Belcastle's Ursus

Horribilis. What?

Grizzly bear.

Oh.

We'd already done what I figured none of us could possibly do.

We'd gone more than three days on our own, and we were still almost alive.

A reptile here, a little cactus there, and every time I saw one, I had the same

thought. There couldn't possibly be another.

We're going to make it, aren't we?

This time tomorrow, we should be in the mountains.

You're sure?

We'll make it or die trying.

Quite.

Brett.

Yes, ma 'am.

Are we being good troops, Father and Albert and I?

England's finest.

I've had Father up before the mast.

He shan't be acting up again.

Again? I saw what happened yesterday.

About the knife, that is.

You don't miss a thing, do you?

Are you truly a professional gambler, Brett?

Lady Ellen, I'm not a professional in anything. I'm too lazy.

In England, we don't call our friends lady this and that.

Are we friends?

We are indeed.

Tell me about Texas and what sort of little boy you were when you were

up there.

Things are dry enough already without getting into that little story.

The third night's walk was worse than any before, and I wasn't sure we were

going to make it.

Things happen to you when you're having enough water.

Ellen found a lump of sugar in her pocket. She put it in her mouth, and it

wouldn't even dissolve.

You find it harder to sleep, which is a kind of a blessing almost, because you

dream about things you don't want to.

Myself, I kept dreaming about a huge, beautiful, yellow -meated watermelon.

I figured we were halfway of the last lap when I suddenly saw something that

just had to be a mirage.

It was an orchard.

Cheers.

When we hit the bottom of that barrel cactus, we were ready to move on.

It's a lot different with moisture inside you.

I led as fast a pace as I thought we could manage.

We've been amazingly lucky so far.

If our luck held out, or even if it didn't, this was bound to be our last

in that desert.

Finally, we reached the mountains.

We've done it.

Almost. Well, shall we?

We'll make better time if we rest five minutes first.

Worst of, it's over.

Somewhere in the neighborhood, we'll find their supplies and the people who

them. You seem quite sure of that.

Well, Castle, I've got to feel sure.

Never fear.

They'll be there.

Finding the Blighters is one thing. Getting our stores back is another.

How do you propose to do that?

Steal them back?

Fight for them.

Enough of that.

Before we go.

Ellen, I must say... Then do, Father.

Sucks me that we've all taken evil of our senses.

Don't be tedious.

Before we go, Norbert, I've never said any of this before, but I think the

occasion has come for it.

It's never seemed really logical to me.

A man has to study to be a lieutenant general or a chimney sweep, but...

can be a duke or a marquis simply by being born in the right bed.

That's hardly an original observation, Albert, but it is profound.

Why don't you write a letter to the Times?

No, stop it, both of you.

No, this is important.

Sometime in the dim past, someone with a crown about his head tapped a chap on

the shoulder with a sword and said, rise, marquis of Belcastle.

Why? Because, dash it all.

The chap was a superior fighter, a leader, and he was needed for a job.

Much the same as with chimney sweeps, except they have to keep working at it.

Now, if you should feel inclined to work at it, Norbert, the very least you can

do for all those dusty old bell castles is to go out there and get their ruddy

silver back for them.

Are we ready?

Yeah, I think we've covered just about everything.

We still had a couple of hours before sunup.

Since we all couldn't go charging around in the dark stumbling over things, I

advised the house of Belcastle to use the time for rest while I went

reconnoitering.

a sign of life anywhere.

Not a sign that life had ever existed within miles of the place.

Except our own, of course.

And that still looked awfully temporary.

Something's wrong, isn't it?

I couldn't see anything anywhere.

What was that?

What?

I climbed high enough to look around. There's no sign of the people we're

looking for.

Ah, well.

Kinds paid to stumble on them first off.

I was sure this is where they'd be. If they were here, there'd be a campfire to

protect the animals.

I couldn't see smoke.

What could you see?

Meat? Vegetables?

Water?

I'm afraid not.

Do you have any plan for what we should do next?

No, not yet.

Of course you haven't.

It would surprise me no end if you should come up with one.

Mr. Maybrook, I followed you against my will, I needn't say, for three nights

and two days.

And you've only led us up what I might ludicrously call the garden path.

I think it might be wise if I carried the knife now.

Norbert, you're not helping things by being difficult.

I'm afraid there's no sensible alternative, Albert, unless, of course,

like to lead us out of the mess your friend has led us into.

They put the knife I'm afraid not Norbert

You

mustn't

Norbert none of us has strength to throw away am I still the minority for a

while father

I seem to be still at your service.

Well, if you feel all right, I think we'd better be moving.

Where?

North. That's the way they'd have headed.

You ready?

Carry on.

We'd been in worse condition out in that desert.

But we've had something in the desert that we seem to be losing now.

We'd had something to aim for.

The mountains.

Now that we were in the mountains, I could feel the others thinking that we

aiming at nothing at all.

I think they're all prisoner accounted for.

Unless there's another guard we didn't get.

There's seven men down there for us to fight. We've only 24 rounds.

Well, is this to be said? They won't know who we are and know what we've got.

What do you think?

Try for finish.

They've got fairly decent cover themselves.

I'd like it better if we could trim the odds a bit.

How? There's a way.

We should have to chance it that they're all asleep, or at least groggy.

We'd have to go in without being seen or heard, like a pair of red Indians.

Go in where?

Down there, of course.

Get arms and ammunition.

Perhaps even take the blackguards by surprise.

Excellent. It's really excellent.

We shall have to hurry.

Afraid you can't go, Albert.

It's my duty to go, but we can't expose the whole male line of the House of

Belcastle. I will not be regarded as breeding stock.

He's quite right, Albert.

It's up to father and Brett.

Take care.

Coming, Maple?

Norwich, you... Get up here!

Splendid, Albert, splendid!

And do, boy, your pistol, please.

Father. Father.

I say, who won?

For heaven's sake, don't try to mount a lone Norbert. You are a wounded man, you

know. Nonsense more stunned than anything else.

I've been thinking about that chap Maybrook.

I'm sure he'd be pleased.

Born leader, a bit headstrong, but good stuff there.

Mustn't let him get away.

What would you use him for?

Superintend the Wyoming property?

That's dull thinking, Albert.

It's obvious he's drawn to Ellen.

It's even more so that Ellen's drawn to him.

You're not thinking... Of course I am. Do wonders for the bloodline.

Perhaps they'll work it out for themselves.

Ready, Brett.

Is that all?

I'm eager.

What are you going to do when we get back to Bell Castle Cottage?

What are you going to do?

I dare say we'll go back to England.

We were almost ready before.

I don't think you really like Wyoming.

With a look in Father's eye, I suspect he's going to invite you to come back

with us to England.

Do you think I should go?

England's a wonderful place.

For the English.

Yeah.

Now, if you were going someplace where it was more civilized, like, say,

Denver...

Lord

Belcastle, old boy?

Ready when you are, Brett.

You're the leader, you know.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Ride the trail to who knows where. Luck is his companion.

Gamble is his game.

Smooth as a handle on a gun. Maverick is the name.

Wild as a wind in Oregon.

Blowing up a canyon.

Easier to tame.

Riverboat, ring your bell.

Fare thee well, Annabelle.

Luck is a lady that he loves the best.

That's a student in New Orleans, living on Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Riverwalk, ring your bell.

Farewell, Annabelle.

Luck is a lady that he loves the best.

That's a student in New Orleans, living on Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Maverick is a legend of the West.