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Notice anything unusual?

No.

Yes.

Yes, it looks as if it had been broken.

Look at it again.

Now, look at the break.

That is a diamond in its natural state, right?

That's right.

One thing you'll never find in nature is a straight line.

It's been cut, Mr. Rowland.

Why, that doesn't make sense.

It is a diamond, isn't it?

It's a diamond.

Hello. Nice to see you again.

This week's story is based on fact.

The great diamond swindle that shook the financial world of San Francisco in the

1870s.

I think you're going to enjoy it. It's called Diamond in the Roof.

Who the devil is it? What do you want?

Open the door, you fool.

Well, if it isn't Mr. Kinsley himself.

You can always tell a gentleman by his manners.

Don't look like no diamonds I ever saw.

Diamonds in the rough don't look like diamonds.

Look at the size of the bloody things.

Hey, they must be worth millions.

There's not a man in San Francisco who could tell you any different.

Fortunately.

Your share of this enterprise, gentlemen, will come to ten times what

worth.

So bear that in mind if either of you is tempted to take the bait out of the

trap. Mr.

McClure and I ain't exactly crooks, you know.

Besides, we keep a pretty shrewd eye on each other.

But, sir, do we have to stay in that desert all of six months?

That is to say... Not a day less.

You'll be investigated when you come back.

Investigated? I want to be certain that no one knows that you've had any contact

with civilization for at least that length of time.

Six months is an awful long time.

We shall need money, supplies.

That we will.

Money?

What happened to the money I gave you?

Well... Well, San Francisco ain't exactly the friendliest town, you know.

to... Trade around to get acquainted.

Now, you listen to me.

I'm short of cash or I wouldn't be involved in a scheme like this.

I have only my good name and reputation to sustain me.

It'll take more than that to sustain us. It will.

All right, all right.

I'm going to my club.

I can usually pick up a little cash there at poker.

You'll have the money before you leave town in the morning.

Stop getting acquainted with San Francisco.

Stay in this room and don't leave it.

Now, whose turn was it?

I think it was mine.

Well, this is where I turn off.

Roland, your guest seems to be slowing down.

When Mr. Maverick slows down, it's only to pick up speed.

I'm not picking up much of anything else.

Ah, here comes more money.

Oh, any time Mr. Kingsley's late to the table, that's a bad omen for the stock

market.

I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Oh, Mr.

Kingsley, Mr. Maverick.

Perhaps Mr. Maverick would care to see the club library?

Mr. Kingsley, I make it a point to always look in on the club library.

Just the minute the card room closes.

Oh, now, look here, Kingsley.

Mr. Maverick is my guest, and I... May I speak to you privately for a moment,

please?

Of course.

Excuse me.

No, it's all right.

When I play poker, Mr. Maverick, I often win or lose $100 ,000 at a sitting.

In my own club, I can be sure that the men I play with can afford the same

stakes. I can appreciate that, sir.

It must be a great comfort.

I mean no offense, Mr. Maverick, but it's simply that, well, I don't know

Can you afford to lose $100 ,000?

If you can't, I suggest you find another game.

Mr. Kingsley, I've got $10 ,000 already invested in this game.

7 ,000 more to play.

Normally, I'd leave when that's gone.

I think you'd better leave now.

I'd love to oblige, just as a graceful gesture.

But there is money involved.

Holmes, does the gentleman have a hat?

Kingsley, I think...

So you got it all flipped off, huh?

Who are you?

If they mistake, I'm the captain.

Captain? Of what?

Of the Silent William.

How did I get here?

Not by your own steam, I tell you. They had to carry you aboard by the body.

Oh, were you drunk.

They pulled, they tucked, they shoved.

They had to work hard, but they got you aboard.

Who got me aboard? Your friends. They tucked you in nice. They paid the

money, and they made sure you didn't miss the boat.

Where's my coat?

Your coat?

The coat is all right.

Where's my wallet?

Wallet you didn't bring.

Must have been a very good party.

Well, don't worry for money.

Your friend stuck you in the coat pocket to surprise.

A thousand dollar bill.

I stuck me in the coat pocket a thousand dollar bill.

My friends had known about it. They would have taken care of that, too.

What?

They were no friends?

They were not friends.

And I was not drunk.

What did these friends of mine look like?

Oh, drinking companions. Not to have dinner with. Wasn't shaved, wasn't

Talked like iris. Both of them.

Wasn't there a third man?

Distinguished looking, well -dressed, short crop mustache.

Yeah, yeah, he was there too.

but wasn't as helpful as the others. He stayed in the carriage.

How soon can I get off this boat? Oh, soon.

We'll be in New Orleans in four months, maybe five.

Five months is a long time anywhere.

But aboard the Silent William, surrounded by several thousand miles of

it got to seem like years.

But I had something pleasant to think about.

Mr. Kingsley of San Francisco.

And all the fine plans I had for him.

I don't usually go in for vendettas, but I could make an exception in this case.

By the time the silent William reached New Orleans, I had figured out just what

Kingsley owed me.

And only part of it was payable in cash.

I needed time to get the roll out of my walk and another roll into my pocket,

and the races seemed the quickest way to do it.

If the tip I got on that white -faced gray gelding was right.

Four nights later, I had the cash I'd need.

In the morning, I'd say goodbye to the captain of the Silent William and be on

my way to San Francisco.

Overland, of course.

Why do you not fling yourself into the river?

Do you forget how one adores his aristocracy?

Madame la Comtesse, an aristocrat does not shrink like a Pullman porter about

her wages.

Madame, you have smashed your last plate.

My last?

Madame, of the goodness to depart, you are...

To the pleasure of seeing you again, General Beaujean.

Hanging from a lamppost.

Good evening.

You've got a little of everything in here, except your wages.

Is it that you laugh at me, monsieur?

I wouldn't think of it.

And do not condescend.

I will not be addressed like a waitress in a cheap cafe.

Ah, ex -waitress.

I beg your pardon.

I'm sure I'm addressing the fairest flower of Creole aristocracy.

Monsieur, there is no aristocracy among the Creoles.

Well...

And who are you, honey?

I'm Henriette de Colbert, Comtesse du Vavasseur.

I'm sorry, Countess of what?

Vavasseur.

And who are you?

The Count of Monte Cristo.

That's enough!

Have the goodness to depart, Monsieur.

I, um...

I think I better walk you home, Countess.

Otherwise, you're liable to destroy half the city.

Here we are.

Thank you.

Good night.

Countess, I'm really sorry you lost your job.

No, no, really.

Is there anything I can do?

Thank you, no. It was nothing, really.

Well, Henriette, will you stand in the street all night like an itching post?

Good evening, ma 'am.

Monsieur, Grandmama was discharged from her employment.

Good. And this gentleman brought me back home.

Do we stand here with the door open to hit the street?

Come in, come in.

Monsieur Bart Maverick, my grandmother, Madame la Comtesse de Chauvrier.

Countess, I'm honored.

Please be seated, Monsieur Maverick.

Thank you.

Oh, yes, the coffee is ready.

Yes, Mother.

The funny thing is, every now and again, I get the feeling they really were

countesses. They probably were.

Yeah.

Every few years, the French people decide they want to be republic again.

And what happens?

8 ,400 dukes and duchesses got no place to go.

Right now, in New Orleans, there is 8 or 10 dukes. It doesn't count as it may

be. Two field marshals, five generals, you fall over them in the street.

Doesn't anybody try to help them out?

New Orleans is a bad place for countesses and such like.

People here already got their own aristocracies.

If I were duke or countess, I would go someplace where they need dukes and

countesses. You know, someplace where they got no aristocrats.

You mean someplace like San Francisco?

San Francisco, yeah.

No aristocrats there.

It's a perfect place for counties.

San Francisco, on the other hand, is young and alive.

It's more your kind of a place.

And we refer to it as the Paris of America.

You are beginning to repeat yourself, young man.

What is it precisely that you propose?

I propose to adopt you.

Monsieur. A whole new wardrobe.

You see, they have to dress more warmly in San Francisco.

And what will be there?

Will be wine and dine. Go to parties and balls every night.

What is your return on this investment?

Two beautiful and charming countesses. In a city that's hungry for countesses.

And an entree into some of the wealthiest homes.

Monsieur is a jewel thief.

Afraid not, madame.

Are you a card cheater?

I've got a score to settle.

And you are going to help me.

Ah, oui?

How?

Well, the gentleman I have in mind travels in the highest circles.

And I can't fight him unless I can move freely inside those circles.

Ah.

An affair of honor.

Well, yes.

And for her, a whole new wardrobe, huh?

And as sweet as the best rooms in the Great Western Hotel.

And my own carriage to ride about?

Oh, come on, Hank, don't be so greedy.

I'll tell you what I will get for you, though. A husband.

I guarantee you at least three proposals from bachelors.

Young, handsome, and a minimum of $33 million apiece. All right?

How dare you, monsieur?

I am French, and the French do not think of money.

They think only of love.

Oh, yes, do not talk nonsense.

My boy, I assure you, the French are not like that at all.

Well?

Never.

Are there any old millionaire bachelors in San Francisco?

Among the luminaries who graced the audience with their presence was

and Mrs. So -and -so, and so -and -so, and so...

The Countess de Chavrier.

And her granddaughter, the Countess de Vavasour.

And Mr. Bart Maverick.

And a lot of knob -heel nobodies.

Fifth place in the Examiner.

That's a promotion. We were nine places down in the Chronicle.

Is that so important?

Hey, honey, it's not important that we're in first place.

And when will that be?

Well, all the elegant ladies started about a half hour ago to write their

friends in Paris and New Orleans to check our credentials.

They'll figure two, three weeks for the replies.

By the first of the month, at the latest, we should be up to here.

In debt, maverick?

In invitations, madame.

Do you think they'll come? Oh, yes, indeed, they'll be here. Just think of

two of them. It's really going to make the season.

Countess de Chabrier, Countess de Vavasour, Mr.

Bart Maverick.

Good evening, Mrs.

Shelbourne, Madame de Chabrier, Madame de Vavasour.

Countess de Chabrier, is it not? And Countess de Vavasour?

Excuse me, madame. May we introduce you to our guests?

Well,

back

in town so soon.

I just can't seem to get enough somehow of San Francisco.

You always have to come back for more, is that it?

Not exactly.

You're here on business?

Business and pleasure, Mr. Kingsley.

I came here to collect a debt.

And the pleasure?

That's the pleasure, too.

Seems the last time I was here, you were kind enough to have me blackjacked in

the middle of a poker game and tossed aboard an eastbound ship.

Besides the loss of time and pride, it's also the matter of $17 ,000, plus

interest. And you hope to collect it while you're here?

You might say I'm, uh, dunning you for it right now.

It's interesting.

Well, the least I can do is give you a run for your money, eh?

Certainly, Mr. Merrick.

Gold? No, the paper is lighter.

Well, what can I do for you, John? We'd be obliged and beholden to you if we

could stash these somewhere for safety.

I'm sure that can be arranged.

What's in them?

What the devil business is it of yours?

I'm sorry, then.

We can't take responsibility for them.

That's the rules of the bank.

We can't carry that busy thing around with us.

Well, you better tell them what they are, then.

Are they diamonds?

Well, they're not exactly rock candy, is it, now?

Say, where did you find those, friend?

If we told you that much, mister, you'd know as much as we blithely will do.

Mr. Leverett. Mr. Leverett!

Would you wait just a minute? Mr.

Leverett is president of the bank, and he'll want to see you.

They couldn't have struck diamonds, could they?

Why not?

They struck everything else around here except water.

What's that?

Embroidery. One draws pictures with a needle and a thread.

You do not have it in this country?

Oh, yes.

You see little old ladies doing it all the time.

Perhaps it is because the little old gentlemen are busy doing other things.

Well, that can't be your trouble.

Being out in society every night, having everybody fuss over you.

Does it feel good being a countess again?

Suddenly, it doesn't seem that important anymore.

In Paris?

it did.

And in Louisiana even more so.

But in San Francisco, no.

You're finding out you really don't need it.

Count us or no, you're the prettiest girl in local society.

You're the belle of the ball.

Do you know, Maverick, I do not even care to be the belle of the ball.

What do you want to be?

I want to have the nicest husband,

the pleasantest home, and the most beautiful children in San Francisco.

Now that takes time.

And money.

I'm still shopping around for you.

Do you ever want such things?

I've been lucky so far.

Perhaps what I say seems silly to you.

Not at all, Hank.

Whatever you want, I want you to have it.

I know what I want.

Just name it.

Now, that is silly.

Town full of solid, respectable types, good husbands, and...

What do you drag in, a loafer, a gambler, an irresponsible bachelor?

A man who needs the right wife.

You will not recognize yourself when I'm finished with you, Bart.

When it comes to marrying you off, we want nothing but the best.

You'll see.

Goodbye, Henriette.

Oh, Bart.

Grandmama?

Oui, Henriette.

Where did you put Maverick's list of millionaires?

Can't I buy you a drink, Mark?

Shall we look in on the game upstairs?

Some of the time.

I'm not keeping you from choir practice, am I?

So what Holiday proposes to do is to hook cables onto those horse cars and

them up and down Clay Street with steam power.

So I said to him, look here... Never mind what you said to Holiday. What did

say to those two prospectors today? Three people, so elaborate, dragging

over to your office.

I don't know what you're talking about, Benson.

Oh, stop stalling, Van.

The story is all over town.

What story?

Two desert rats showed up in Leverett's Bank with sacks full of rough diamonds.

One of them as large as a pigeon's egg.

And in no time at all, they were across the street having pink tea with Mr.

Kingsley. Diamonds?

Nonsense. They were quartz crystals.

All right, then why were they in your office for 45 minutes?

And then, where did they disappear to?

How would I know? Come on, now.

Kingsley, you're holding out on us.

There's nothing to it.

Look, two miners came into my office and wanted to rent a box to store quartz

crystals. Oh, they were diamonds, all right. My brother -in -law saw them.

Come on, Kingsley. Tell us, where did they find those quartz crystals? I

wouldn't know.

I just bet you wouldn't.

I can figure out is that they found a field somewhere, or said they did,

probably in Nevada, and they claim it bears real diamonds.

Now, I, for one, do not believe it. And what did you offer them?

Well, they weren't interested in selling anything.

All right, all right, all right. I confess.

I did mention the possibility of perhaps buying in or perhaps putting up some of

the capital.

if they sent someone out to see the actual field beforehand.

Now, gentlemen, I do not believe in diamond fields, nor do I believe in

plum trees.

Kingsley was sounding more and more like my old friend Dandy Jim Buckley selling

a gold brick.

Suddenly, I remembered.

The two men with Kingsley the night I was put aboard the ship, unshaved,

unwashed, talked like Irish.

The two prospectors in the bank today.

Why, you're just being pig -headed about the whole thing.

It is possible, mon cher, that you are being too skeptical.

You connect the diamonds with Monsieur Kingsley, and you do not like Monsieur

Kingsley, and therefore... He saw Kingsley when the story got out.

Kingsley tried to pretend that the whole thing never happened.

Roland, that is the first rule.

Whenever you try to sell a gold brick or an old Spanish treasure map, you never

tell the sucker about it. You let him overhear you.

Then look very distressed when he does.

That is true.

Bart, you saw the diamonds yourself.

Anybody can go out and buy diamonds.

That many?

Why, Selby, the best jeweler in town, evaluated those stones at more than a

a million dollars.

I know.

That is the one part I can't figure out.

Well, let's talk of more pleasant things.

I promised Henriette her choice of three millionaire bachelors to marry. Would

you care to join the group?

Grandmama, he becomes insufferable again.

We must adjust to it.

Don't listen to him, Countess. Make him find you some young millionaires.

Eh, Countess?

Look, Bart.

I've investigated the two prospectors, Murphy and McClure.

They're legitimate.

They've both been scrabbling out there in the desert for 20 years.

I know Kingsley, too.

How well?

A hundred shares?

A thousand?

Oh, don't be silly.

Nobody's organizing anything.

Nobody's selling stock.

Just forgetting the whole thing, huh?

They're investigating it thoroughly and sensibly.

Kingsley has made the prospectors an offer based on their taking somebody out

look over the field.

Oh, sure.

When prospectors find something, they just can't wait to tell somebody else

where it is.

Oh, there's a way of doing it. They could take Kingsley's man out to the

the desert and then lead him blindfolded the rest of the way.

Who will they show it to? You?

Benson? P .T. Barnum.

General George B. Marvin.

The sanest and most highly respected businessman in San Francisco.

With a blindfold.

What did you like best, Bedell?

To go through Montgomery Street and spend money.

I saw it. I saw it. Acres and acres out.

We can't talk here.

Let's go upstairs.

All right now, Van.

No more secrets.

Yes, let's hear the whole story.

Gentlemen, please.

All right.

Diamonds. Acres of diamonds there in the desert.

The Ad Hills.

You'd see an anthill powdered with diamond dust. And when you dug into the

anthill, there'd be there in the heart of it a great big beautiful diamond.

Well, that's not possible.

These fantastic precious stones, uncut but valuable, lying around everywhere.

In the rock crevices, in the sand.

Worth millions and millions of dollars.

I believe he's drunk.

Look.

Look at that.

Look at the size of those stones.

And you were trying to keep this from us, Van, or would you?

In other words, gentlemen, only men of the highest business and personal

standing.

Men whose integrity is beyond a doubt.

And how do we proceed?

First, we'll send a representative collection of these stones to New York

examination and estimation by Tiffany and Company.

This lot alone, the local jewelers say, is worth $1 million.

Let's find out exactly what it is worth.

Then?

Then we'll set up a fund of $2 million for initial expenses.

Now, we'll need $300 ,000 for a down payment to Murphy and McClure.

We'll need to hire mining engineers, rough laborers for the field, a cutter

Europe to keep the whole operation here in San Francisco.

We'll also need to get a bill through Congress to protect the diamond fields.

Kingsley, I think these details are obvious.

Now just tell us how much you think the whole thing will take.

$20 million.

Seems reasonable. Yes, $20 million, isn't it?

$20 million, all right.

Here.

Ah, madame.

Ah.

Good.

Si?

Now, what do you know about diamonds?

What do I not know about diamonds?

When I was young and ravishingly beautiful, I made a study of them.

I collected diamonds.

Well, where'd you pick up this sack full of stuff?

Oh, well, I, uh... Oh, souvenirs.

From a stockholders' meeting?

You might say that.

How much did they take from you?

A hundred thousand.

You still think it's a con game, don't you?

If anybody's stealing, it's us.

We capitalized for 20 million and there's a hundred times that much lying

there in the desert.

Well, I'm a little nearsighted where Mr. Kingsley is concerned.

I have trouble recognizing him with the red costume and the eight tiny reindeer.

I'd advise you to buy some of that reindeer stock while it's still going.

We'll see.

Dear Countess?

Good night, Mark.

You're disturbed, Marguerite.

No, not at all.

Well, where's Henriette?

Who knows?

Out with the millionaires, no doubt.

And something is on your mind that is never Henriette. Alors, what is it?

The diamonds?

Well, it still smells of a con game.

Except there's too much money in the come on.

So?

Madame, there isn't a grifter alive who puts real gold in his gold brick.

Not over a million dollars worth.

I'm beginning to think I was wrong.

You were not wrong, Maverick.

I studied those diamonds closely.

They are quite unusual.

How?

These stones lie in the desert for thousands of years, unseen, untouched by

mankind.

That's the story.

The littlest diamond was the prettiest one.

Except for one tiny flaw.

The mark of a diamond cutter's tool.

And being a jeweler himself, Mr. Selby was just itching to get another look at

some of the stones. I was sure you wouldn't mind showing him yours.

Well, of course not.

Sit down, Mr. Selby.

Rather shabby looking things, aren't they?

Just like they come out of the ground.

Diamonds in the rough.

You're right.

You're absolutely right.

Right about what?

Notice anything unusual?

Yes. Yes, it looks as if it had been broken.

Look at it again.

Look at the break.

That is a diamond in its natural state, right?

That's right.

One thing you'll never find in nature is a straight line.

It's been cut, Mr. Rowland.

Why, that doesn't make sense.

It is a diamond, isn't it?

It's a diamond.

Mr. Selby.

What do you think that whole lot is worth?

Maybe $25 ,000.

Why maybe?

They're raw stones.

I'm not an expert in uncut jewelry.

Who is?

Nobody in San Francisco, really.

Only diamond dealers know raw diamonds.

And there is no diamond expert in San Francisco?

Oh, wait a minute.

Scharf got into town last week.

He knows rough diamonds.

Scharf? Yeah, Scharf. Scharf and Company.

Philadelphia.

One of the biggest dealers in diamonds on the East Coast.

Does he come out here often?

As far as I know, it's his first trip.

Came into town last week. Nobody knows why.

Hasn't done any buying or selling yet.

Hasn't gotten in touch with anybody in the business yet.

Could he possibly be here to appraise this stuff?

No, he couldn't be.

Tiffany in New York is doing that.

Would he be trying to set up a diamond cutting center?

No. They bring their cutters from Amsterdam.

Then there's actually no reason for him to be in San Francisco.

No apparent reason?

Diamond stocks, huh?

A thousand shares.

Of nothing.

I wouldn't say that.

You're $100 ,000 wiser.

$168 ,000 at the close of trading today.

Could I play with this for a while?

I think that could make you profit on it.

Oh, you can't sell that stuff.

Roland, it's hotcakes you can't sell.

I may be a hard businessman, Bart, but I'm not a swindler.

Fraud like this would be on my conscience for the rest of my life. It

swindle if you give the buyer value for his money.

Men who sell cut stones don't know what uncut stones are worth.

Do they, Mr. Scharf?

I suppose not.

But a man who specializes in diamonds, who processes them, he knows what

worth, doesn't he?

That stands to reason.

You, for an example.

You knew how much those stones were worth when you sold them.

When I saw the... Let me try to guess how it happened.

Someone comes to you in Philadelphia and says, Mr. Scharf, I want to buy uncut

jewels, diamonds, all you can spare.

Nobody comes to me with such an order.

So you sell them to them.

You know something's fishy about it, but you don't know just what. So you decide

to sit back and wait.

A word comes to Philadelphia that diamonds have been discovered out west.

You know it's a big practical joke.

But you figure that with all that money flying around San Francisco, you should

have some of it for just keeping your mouth shut.

Mr. Maverick, the House of Scharf has been a diamond trade for three

generations.

It has a spotless reputation.

I don't doubt that for a moment, sir.

But I'd hate to see both you and the reputation vanish overnight.

Believe me, I have no idea what you're talking about.

Men who play for stakes like these don't buy people off, Mr. Scharf.

They kill them off.

Your friend who sprinkles diamonds over the Nevada desert has floated $20

million worth of stock.

He's buying heavily himself to push the price up.

When the stock gets as high as it will.

He figures to sell out, become the richest man in California before it has

chance to go down.

California diamonds closed today at 168.

Before it hits 200, you'll be dead.

Mr. Maverick, you're talking to the wrong man.

You saw Kingsley or some of his men twice since you came to town.

Now, Monday was payday. How did you...

I mean, why do you think... Before Monday, you stayed in a cheap boarding

on Stook Street.

But Monday night, you moved into this expensive hotel.

That has nothing to do with... with anything.

Gentlemen, please, let's not talk about diamonds. We're ruining a very good

poker game.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Mr. Maverick, care to play?

Still only takes $100 ,000.

With you in the game, Mr. Kingsley, I think I'd need more than that.

What do you figure you'd need?

A strong stomach and a trusting heart.

Don't be subtle, Maverick. You're going right over my head.

I'll be blunt then, Kingsley.

Your diamonds are a swindle.

That's a very irresponsible statement, Mr. Maverick.

Would you care to explain it here or in court?

I'll explain it here, Mr. Kingsley.

You can explain it in court.

Your diamond field is salted.

Gentlemen, this is one of your anthill diamonds, just as it came from the

by way of Amsterdam.

What do you mean by that, Maverick?

Mr. Pine, this is a processed stone.

You can tell where it's been cut.

Well, of course it's been cut, gentlemen.

We cut into three or four of those, just to test the quality.

Well,

I'm certainly relieved.

I'm sure the stockholders are relieved, too.

I'd hate to think that stock was worthless.

I don't think you have to worry about the stock, Mr. Maverick.

A half hour after the market opens tomorrow morning, California Diamond

selling at $200 a share, and I will be leading the buying.

Would you be interested in buying 1 ,000 shares right now?

I'll buy you 1 ,000.

I'm sorry. I offered them to Mr. Kingsley.

$200 a share?

$217. Well, that's a jump of $17 ,000. Why?

For old time's sake.

All right, you'll have my check in the morning.

I'd prefer the cash tonight.

Very well. Would you cash my chips in, please?

$196 ,000, Van.

I think that settles this, Mr. Maverick.

Almost.

Is Mr.

Rowland in the hall?

Gentlemen, this is Mr.

Gerhard Scharf of Philadelphia.

Mr. Scharf is a diamond dealer.

I believe you've already met Mr. Kingsley.

Six months ago.

In Philadelphia.

I saw it, Mr. Kingsley.

A large lot of uncut stones.

Over a million dollars worth?

I didn't put that value on them.

The whole lot is worth only $48 ,000.

What?

That's what I charged Mr. Kingsley.

Have somebody go for the police.

You know, Maverick, it would have been cheaper to let you stay in the game.

It'll be a gloomy day on the exchange tomorrow.

I suppose.

You know, I feel strange.

I'm the only man in San Francisco who made a profit on diamonds.

I wish you'd take a split, Bart.

That was your stock, not mine.

And I did take a split.

$17 ,000.

What do you do now?

Move on?

Looking for the next game?

I suppose.

Well, you've certainly ruined this one.

Why don't you just marry and settle down?

Like I'm doing.

You?

The madame?

I'm not a bad catch.

Neither are you.

I promised her a millionaire.

I think she'd settle for less.

Wonderful news.

You mean about Madame and Roland?

Oh, no. I heard about them.

I'm here to talk about us.

Us, Maverick?

Remember the other day when you told me I wouldn't know myself when you finished

with me?

Well, I'd like to find out if you were right.

Wait, Maverick.

That's the mistake I'm making.

Please.

The news I wanted to tell you was not about Grandmama, but about me.

I'm sorry, Bart.

The other day when you left me, it was the end for us.

I met someone.

I'm in love with him.

Who is he?

He should be here now.

Thank you.

I think you're sure he's the right one.

I'm sorry, Bob.

You gave me no hope, and I...

Jimmy, I want you to meet a dear friend of mine.

Bob, this is James Grayson, Bob Maverick. How do you do? How are you?

Thirty million dollars, Mr. Grayson?

No, I'm afraid not, Mr. Maverick. What little money I have is tied up in land.

Back home in Texas.

Uh -huh.

A friend of mine told me she settled for a lot less.

And congratulations, Mr. Grayson. Thanks.

Cattle?

No, oil.

Well, as long as it isn't diamonds.