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Good evening.

Well, good evening, Mr. McPherson.

Did you decide to continue our little
game?

No, Mr. Banner, I swear.

We've lost one of our players.

I'm here to see that he gets even.

How do you plan on doing that, sir?

By knocking you off.

A Warner Brothers television production.

Want to try again?

I merely hope to prevent you from
stabbing my Pachycerus.

Your what?

The cactus.

She's female and very delicate.

I'm sorry I was so thirsty. I didn't
even notice the sex.

Her spine's a bruise, but I think she'll
be all right.

Well, that's a relief.

You get this worked up over every
cactus?

It's the love of my life.

I'm particularly interested in the
Pachycerus. It's a very rare species.

What are you going to do with it?

Take it back to St. Louis for cross
-pollination.

Are you a botanist?

No, I'm a railroad man.

You think everyone should be a railroad
man?

I think that's something everybody
should decide for himself.

Of course, it makes it a lot more
comfortable when your father owns the

railroad. As a matter of fact, I'm due
back in St. Louis on Friday.

Father's having a special train meet me.

Out here.

Don't your father's trains need tracks?

There's a spur line just over that rise.

By the way, I'm Cornelius Van
Rensselaer, Jr. My friends call me

I'm Bart Maverick, Corny. Glad to know
you. What are you doing this far from

civilization?

Well, I left a poker game in Santa Fe in
sort of a hurry.

Seems that some players just never learn
to lose gracefully.

You play poker?

A little.

You? I have to be honest with you.

I doubled my allowance at Harvard for
four years. I'm considered an expert.

Really?

Well, I'll just have to take my chances.

As they say, it's the only wheel in
town.

What do you got left?

Oh, a little over 300.

Then that's what I'm betting.

Do you mind if I raise?

With what?

Well, I always carry a little something,
just in case.

300, and I raise 1 ,000.

Call.

Flush.

That's what I've got. Ace -King -10.

Where did you say you learned the game?

Of it.

Now, maybe this will teach you to take
off your hat the next time the Crimson

passes.

You've already taken my shirt.

Now, don't get greedy.

Well, I'm going to be on my way, Corny.

You be sure to tell them where you got
it.

Hey, wait. Where are you heading?

For a new steak and a sucker without a
college education.

Hey, maybe I can take care of you.

You already have.

Suppose I offered you double what you
lost to me. Would you do me a favor?

What do you got in mind?

I'd like you to meet the train and tell
them you're Cornelius Van Rensselaer,

Jr. Why?

I need the time to work with the
Pachycerus.

The cactus.

I'm delivering a paper on it to the
Fairfield Society on Friday.

I'll need the time on the train to work.

If they know I'm a boy, they won't give
me a moment's peace.

Just a minute. Let me get this straight.
I'm supposed to be Cornelius Van

Rensselaer, Jr., right?

Right.

Then who are you supposed to be?

Nobody.

Well. Deal?

Double?

Well, it's a deal.

Corny, are you sure they're sending a
special train up here?

Positive. Should be coming through
Unipass any minute.

Doesn't look like anything's come
through there in years.

Right on time, just like your father. He
means you. Wave back.

My pappy wasn't on time for his own
wedding.

Uh, hello!

Hello there!

Good afternoon, Mr. Van Rensselaer. I'm
Burke, your conductor.

I've been with this line for years. I
haven't seen you since you was a baby,

I'd recognize you anywhere.

Uh, Mr. Burke? Yes, Burke.

Uh, this is my assistant. Would you see
that, uh, he's accommodated, please?

How do you do?

And take those horses to the baggage
car. And don't forget the pack of

The what? The captain.

There ain't much room back there, Mr.
Mr. Boyk. You make room, you understand?

Those horses belong to Mr. Van
Rensselaer.

This way, Mr. Van Rensselaer.

Well, my friend, is this convention that
Cornelius Van Rensselaer Sr. is

president of the line?

I never had any doubts about Sr.

It's Jr.

I'm worried about.

It's Jr. I'm worried about?

I want Ferguson to keep in touch with me
constantly, understand?

Not Murchison, Ferguson.

My son is boarding the train this
afternoon.

It's imperative that he be here by noon
tomorrow.

He'll make it, Mr. Van Rensselaer.

Chances are he's still out there in the
desert mating cacti.

Well, Junior is rather unpredictable,
but I'm sure he'll get here, sir. If he

doesn't, Hardman and Great Northern will
put me out of business.

There's really nothing to worry about,
sir.

He's probably aboard that train right
now.

Nothing to worry about.

If I know Hardman, he'll have that train
honeycomb with hatchet men with only

one thing in mind.

What's that, sir?

To make sure Junior doesn't get here by
Friday to vote on our side.

He's on the train.

Back in his private car.

How cozy. I must drop in and say hello.

Better make it soon.

You won't be around long.

You love your work, don't you?

Why not?

I'm good at it.

Close your mouth. Your findings will
show in.

And Rensselaer's a very attractive young
man, Abigail.

You are a young woman.

What's the matter, Father?

Can't you bring yourself to call me
attractive, too?

You're much too sensitive, my dear.

I'm simply asking you to strike up an
acquaintance. Very important to me.

I'm sorry I absolutely refuse to help
you.

I've been struggling for years to pay
the tuition for the best finishing

in the country. Haven't they taught you
anything?

Unfortunately, Father, they have.

They've taught me ethics.

Ethics?

More like your mother every day.

Come in.

Is everything satisfactory, Mr. Van
Rensselaer? Oh, everything's just fine.

Except it's a little bumpy.

Oh, that's the road, then, sir. She'll
settle down as soon as we're on the main

line. Good.

Did you take care of my assistant?

Well, I tried to, sir, but he insists on
staying in the baggage car with the

horses. He just sits there, writing, and
then looking at some kind of a cactus.

If you don't mind my saying so, sir, he
seems a little peculiar.

There's nothing peculiar about him.

He's just in love with a pack of saris.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

Hey, no, not at all. Oh, I wasn't
looking. That was my fault. No, really,

my fault.

Would you care to sit down and talk it
over?

I'm sorry, I'm not in the habit of
talking to strangers.

There's nothing back there except my
private car. You're more than welcome,

course.

If you don't mind, that belongs to me.

Oh, by all means. I was merely curious
about the weather in Constantinople.

I'll glance at it some other time.

Good evening, Mr. Van Rensselaer.

I'm Colonel Hamilton.

My daughter, Abigail Hamilton.

Miss Abigail?

Does the name ring a bell?

Well... I'm afraid, sir... I'm an old
friend of your father's. I knew him long

before you were born.

Matter of fact, we belonged to the same
club.

He was a great card player in those
days.

Does he still like to gamble?

Not quite as much as before, sir. I've
sort of taken over for him.

Really?

Yes, poker's my game.

I was taught at Harvard.

It was quite expensive.

Oh, yes, of course, of course.

Perhaps sometime you'll show me what
you've learned.

Do you enjoy the game, too, sir?

Oh, now and then.

Pass the time away.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Colonel.

Miss Abigail.

If you decide you'd like to play a
little this evening, you're welcome in

private car.

Shall we say 8 .30?

That's fine.

Excuse me.

What that conductor told him?

Probably not to play with card sharks.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening.

Mr. Van Ressler suggested a card game in
his private car.

Would you be interested?

Why not?

I don't believe we've met. I'm Colonel
Hamilton.

Colonel?

Oh, this is Miss McCabe. Happy to know
you, ma 'am.

Oh, Colonel, you're wrong.

We have met before.

Oh?

Kentucky, perhaps?

No. Between Memphis and Natchez on a
riverboat.

Uh, you invited me to a poker game on
that occasion.

Ah, yes. Those were the good old days.

However, Mr., uh, McPherson. Yes,
McPherson. We'd be more than happy to

join us.

I'd even see to it that it's profitable.

What's your pitch, Colonel?

Pitch? What are you doing on this train?

Very simple.

My daughter is an extremely well -bred
young lady.

I aim to see to it that she meets the
proper young man.

All right.

Young man Rensselaer, hmm?

Exactly.

Nice spot you got here.

Suits me fine.

Hey, by the way, how do you like living
my life?

Oh, up to now, just fine.

But, uh, is this my life you're living
here?

It's arty, isn't it?

But you see, I'm hooked on plants.

As my old pappy used to say, son...

Love and love alone will send a man
soaring into the depths.

Your pappy must have been quite an
authority on Lamour.

Let's get the new cactus.

Oh, it's the same one.

It's grown.

Dark and moist in here. Good climate for
plants.

Yeah, but not for people.

I guess you know what you're doing.

Happy cactus.

Don't get excited, folks. Don't get
excited.

Everything's gonna be all right.

That emergency cord.

Well, somebody must have done it. I
wasn't dreaming. Don't get riled up, Mr.

Swenson. I'll find the party
responsible.

I'm afraid I'm that party conductor.

Well, what's the idea?

You only pull that cord in case of an
emergency.

I believe there's been an emergency.

Mr. Van Rensselaer just fell off the
tray.

Well,

what are we waiting for? Let's get him
back.

Back her up, Mr. Swenson. Everybody
aboard.

Get aboard.

Board.

Board.

right, sir?

I don't know yet.

I hope there are no broken bones, Mr.
Van

Rensselaer. Thank you. Wouldn't do for
you to sue your own railroad.

How'd it happen?

I just opened the door and something
came at me.

You must have seen it. It was so dark in
here, I couldn't see anything.

You must have seen something.

Well, the emergency cord just slipped
and fell.

You better get on back there, McBurke. I
want to tuck my feet in the wall. You

sure you're all right, sir? Yeah, just
fine.

Come here, Junior.

Now, you level with me.

What do you mean?

You gave me a big -sized chunk of money
to be your traveling companion, but you

travel back here all alone. Why?

I told you, the pack of serious.

What are you, a fanatic?

I don't want a lot of people bothering
me up here.

a lot of people bothering me back there.

Who's trying to push you off this train?

Nobody. You slipped and fell off.

It was an accident. Could happen to
anyone.

But it happened to me, and I'm supposed
to be you.

Watch your step, Bart. It won't happen
again.

I hope you're right.

I still can't help feeling that somebody
back there doesn't like you.

If it happens again, it's gonna cost you
more money.

You play a bold game, young man. You
better watch your step. You can't get by

brass alone.

Well, I admit I have been pressing a
little bit, Colonel, but it doesn't

I love playing the game.

I'm delighted that Mr.

McPherson and Mr. Hakeem could join us.

And Miss Abigail, too, of course.

Comfortable to hear?

I'm afraid my daughter's training's been
a little on the conservative side.

I'm not so sure she approves of cars.

But then, of course, neither did her
mother.

Let's see now, where were we? I believe
it's my bet.

You'll have to match that, gentlemen.

Three jacks.

Two queens.

And three aces.

That's quite a good hand.

Well, it looks as if I'm out of chips
again, Colonel.

Would you mind cashing another check for
me? Say $3 ,000.

Well, it'd be a pleasure, my boy.

I venture to say a check with the name
Van Rensselaer on it's good anywhere in

the world.

Well, a lot depends on the handwriting,
Colonel.

You're a great jokester, my boy.

Just like your dad.

And let's see, that's $10 ,000 in all.

That's correct.

Remember what they taught you at
Harvard. Play them a little closer to

vest. Thank you, Colonel.

I have a headache, Father.

May I be excused? Very well, dear.

Good night.

Good night, Miss Abigail.

Miss Abigail seemed upset.

I hope I didn't. Of course not, my boy.

As a matter of fact, I think she's very
interested in you.

Really? Your deal, Colonel.

You in trouble, kid?

You can tell old Aunt Jeannie. She's a
good listener.

Are you alright?

That's a stupid question. Do I look
alright?

Sorry, thought I could be some help.

You can.

No one can.

It's impossible.

The whole thing's just impossible.

If you sit down there, you can see the
sky.

It helps sometimes.

It's so big, it makes everything else
seem small.

Even trouble.

I had no right to come in here where you
work and clap at you that way.

I'm sorry.

Make nothing of it. Come on over here.

Sit down here.

See it?

It is beautiful.

And big.

That's the thing to keep thinking about.

Doesn't help. My troubles are just as
big.

Tell me. It might help.

That man. That poor, stupid man.

He just sits there and lets them take
all his money away.

What man?

Cornelius Van Rensselaer, Jr.

I'll call you, Colonel.

I've got a small street.

Oh, mine's Queen High, sir.

Mine's all hard.

That's quite a good hand.

Thank you, Mr. Burke.

If you gentlemen will please excuse me.
It seems there's some business to take

care of.

Yes, by all means.

I think we've had enough action for
tonight.

Good.

Good night.

Good night.

Count up your chips, gentlemen.

60.

You're a man of honor.

He kept your word and stayed out of the
big one. One hundred.

You ought to get out of this business.

After a coup like that?

It was as obvious as a school.

Now, if that tenderfoot had anything
more than a Harvard education, he'd have

rammed these cards down your throat.

Oh, now, Goldie.

Well, I may be a little out of practice,
but I can still deal myself a straight

flush, and that's not bad.

This time, make sure.

Move over, Corny.

Conductor said you wanted to see me
right away. What's wrong?

I wanted to break up that poker game
before you broke me.

The checks?

How did you find out about that?

It's Abigail Hamilton. She was just up
here.

I'm afraid she thinks Cornelius Van
Rensselaer Jr.

is an awful chum.

Smart girl.

What's the idea of putting my signature
in all those checks?

It's your signature. It's my
handwriting.

Don't worry, the banks will never cash
them.

I hope you're right.

Just in case, why don't you try winning
for a change?

Haven't got the heart, Junior.

There's nothing sadder than watching a
card shark get old.

Nimble fingers stiffen up and they get
thick and clumsy.

The colonel was trying to deal seconds,
and they were coming out from all over

the deck.

That's dishonest. You should call him on
it.

He's doing what he likes best in the
whole world. It's not costing anybody

anything. Let him enjoy it.

You and your cactus.

Don't touch that cord, Junior.

Nice work.

Why didn't you give me a hand?

I had confidence.

That's why I hired you. Thanks a lot,
but from now on, the price is double.

And I want the real story.

Why was Hakeem so anxious to kill you?

So that's who you just threw off the
tray.

Come on, Corny, give.

All right, Mark.

You got a right to know.

Hakeem is undoubtedly the henchman of a
man named Hardman.

He heads a group of stockholders who are
trying to take the Van Rensselaer lines

away from my father.

Their only chance is to keep me from
getting to St. Louis in time to cast my

vote tomorrow morning.

Well, you pull that cord now, Junior,
because I'm getting off. Hey, wait a

minute, Bart. We made a deal.

You didn't tell me it was going to be so
dangerous.

You're a coward.

Isn't everybody?

Look, Bart, I've got to make St. Louis
on time tomorrow.

I'll pay you anything you say.

Dunk.

You're a gambler. Yeah.

You help me get to St. Louis by noon
tomorrow and we'll still own the

I promise we'll make it worth your
while.

Oh, if I came over the side, that brings
the odds down.

All right, I'll take my chances,
Cornelius.

St. Louis.

C .O .D. Good.

But don't be overconfident.

Knowing Hardman, there'll be others.

Is our friend in his private car?

No, he's out there somewhere.

Hakeem? Mm -hmm.

You sure?

Excuse me.

Have you seen Mr.

Hakeem?

He promised to let me glance at his
newspaper.

I'm sure he won't mind.

Thank you.

It looks like it's time to send in
little old Jeannie McKay.

It's not bad for a girl who doesn't
speak to strangers.

You're not a stranger now.

Feeling we're slowing down?

You may be, but not me.

I mean the train.

I think it stopped.

Who cares?

Excuse me.

Don't rush away. It was just getting
interesting.

We're uncoupled.

Yeah, I know.

It's fascinating.

There's so much I don't understand.

Are you explaining about grafting?

Well, the object is to join a piece of a
choice variety capable of producing new

growth to the stem or trunk of a more
common or stronger rooted one

so that the growth of the choice variety
may be produced

more abundantly.

Remarkable. Isn't it?

Oh, I don't mean the cactus.

I mean you.

You're stuck back here in this messy
little place, and that still doesn't

you from wanting to learn and grow.

You're just like the plant.

Strange.

I was just thinking how much you remind
me of a heresia.

I hope that's good.

The most beautiful flower I know.

That's funny.

Mr. Van Rensselaer's private car.

What about?

It's gone.

What?

Well, I better tell the conductor. It's
too late. We can't afford to waste the

time going back. But something might
have happened. I better tell him. He

probably knows.

Abby, wait.

What is it this time, Mr. Burke?

Don't get riled up, Mr. Swenson. I'll
get to the bottom of this. All right,

which one of you was it this time? I did
it. And what was it this time? Well,

can't you see Mr. Van Rensselaer's
private car is gone?

This is a fine way to run a railroad.
Back her up, Mr. Swenson. We'll be late.

Well, sure, we'll be late. But I can't
go around leaving cars all over the

tracks. All aboard.

Everybody board.

Board.

Take her away, Mr. Swenson.

I'm afraid this means we won't get to
St. Louis on time.

Don't you care?

It can't be helped, I guess.

Besides, I can go to St. Louis anytime.

Oh, the train! It's coming back!

Let's not tell them where we are.

I don't want shipping.

I... Get off the tube.

I was talking to Ferguson in traffic.

The Fayetteville station's been alerted
to wire when they pass through.

Why don't they?

I don't know, sir.

They seem to have been lost somewhere
between Little Rock and Summit.

Can't somebody get in touch with
Ferguson?

No, I don't want to talk to yards.

I want to talk to Ferguson.

I'll see you later.

Late?

Maybe I better not leave.

He doesn't even smile.

No wonder he's wasting his attention on
that McCabe woman.

I'll crack the whip as much as you like,
Father. I'm not going to jump.

Here you have a millionaire at your
fingertips, and you while away your time

into some worthless no -account -in -the
-baggage car.

No wonder you... Don't say it. I know,
Father.

I'm getting more like my mother every
day.

Good evening.

Well, good evening, Mr. McPherson.

Did you decide to continue our little
game?

No, Mr. Van Rensselaer.

We've lost one of our players.

I'm here to see that he gets even.

How do you plan on doing that, sir?

By knocking you off.

The train?

This time I'll feed to it that no one
pulls the emergency cord.

Then you're not planning to shoot me?

Only if you make it necessary.

Put your gun over on that couch.

Move!

Wait.

You intend using that thing?

I don't know.

So sad. All along, I thought it was my
charm.

I've got plenty of that.

Nice to have you aboard.

Look what he did to this beautiful room.

And he broke my favorite chair.

What happened? What happened, Mr. Van
Rensselaer?

One of your passengers attacked me. No,
not her, not Miss McCabe. Him.

What kind of a train are you running at,
Burke?

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Van Rensselaer,
but that man's obviously a thief. I said

that the minute he came on board. That
man's the criminal type, I said, didn't

I? Yes, sir. When you've been on the job
as long as I have, Mr. Van Rensselaer,

you learn to spot them.

Well, get him out of here.

Throw him into chains or wherever you
throw people like that. Yes, sir, I have

that authority aboard, sir. I'll lock
him in the baggage car until we get to

Louis. Good, good.

Now, take him to the baggage car. The
baggage car, Mr. Conductor. There ain't

enough room in that baggage car to stand
a pin straight up. No make room, do you

understand? He attacked Mr. Van
Rensselaer.

Don't you worry, sir. He won't bother
you again. All right, thank you.

Well, Mr. Hardman isn't going to be
happy about this.

I don't hire out to kill men.

I'm just supposed to distract them.

Start distracting.

What's taking so long, Mr. Burke? Sorry,
Mr. Van Rensselaer, but you can't run a

train without water.

Folks, we'll only be here long enough to
take on water.

Now, the place is deserted and there's
nothing to see, so don't wander off or

you'll miss the train.

Excuse me.

We don't get them started, Junior. We're
never gonna make it.

Did you ever notice the color of Miss
Abigail's eyes?

I was thinking about your pappy's eyes
when you don't show up on time tomorrow.

They're gonna be bloodshot and full of
tears.

Well, we'll make it. We've got to.

She sure has pretty eyes.

You seem to be a little gone on Miss
Abigail.

I'm gonna marry her.

Isn't that kind of sudden?

I'm in love with her, Bart.

First time in my life I ever met a girl
who didn't know who I was.

Or who my father was.

Well, don't be too sure.

Her daddy was a pretty sharp operator in
his day.

Well, Abby knows all about that.

Maybe she knows all about us, too.

Not a chance.

What makes you so sure?

I know my Horatius.

Yeah, we're just great.

Now, Hakeem's back on the desert,
McPherson is in chains, and the

right over there, and Jeannie joined our
side, right? Right.

So who belongs to the buffalo gun?

All aboard!

Well, if I didn't like money so much,
Corny, I wouldn't set foot back on that

train. Oh, Bart, you don't know how much
it means to me. It's really a matter of

life or death.

Oh, I know.

Come on.

You're doing fine. They can't hurt us.

You better keep your eye on the referee
because somebody's trying to kill me.

I'm trying to be patient, Abby.

But I simply cannot allow you to see
this baggage boy.

He's very studious, Father.

And very ambitious.

And so is young Ben Rensselaer. Why
can't you develop an attachment for him?

I don't know. I really don't.

All I know is... He's the one father.

Of course, I haven't spoken to Abby's
father about it yet. I don't think he'll

have any serious objections to you. Oh,
indeed he is.

I want my father to meet them tomorrow.

I hope he approves. It isn't like he's
losing a railroad.

He's gaining a foxy old car job.

Hey, do you get the feeling we're
slowing down?

Oh, not again.

It can't be a station. They have orders
not stopped for anything.

Be careful, Corny. I fell on my head
last time.

Oh, well, hello.

What happened? We stopped.

Well, don't complain. At least we're
still connected to the train.

Please, please, there's no cause for
alarm.

Unfortunately, there's going to be a few
hours delay.

A few hours? I'm terribly sorry I had to
be aboard this trip, Mr. Van

Rensselaer, but I'm sure the situation
isn't new to you. What situation?

Well, the crew hears these wild tales
about the gold strikes at Calico Flats.

get within ten miles of the place and
they desert.

Same things happened on this line twice
before this month.

But home office knows all about it. The
engineer, the fireman, everybody gone?

Port or two.

Why, this is an outrage.

What are you going to do about it?

There's nothing I can do about it until
Mr. Swenson and the others state their

claims and come back.

We can't wait.

We have to be in St. Louis by morning.
It's urgent.

What can I do?

I never heard of such a thing.

This is worse than a captain deserting
his sinking ship.

Looks like we're sunk.

Mr. Van Rensselaer can operate the
train.

I can?

Oh, excuse me, sir, but I'm not sure
that I can permit that.

Are you sure I can operate the train?
Yes, sir.

But the responsibility for the
passengers belongs to me.

But the railroad belongs to me.

Let's go.

Please be patient, folks. Sit down and
relax.

It won't be long.

Which one makes it go forward?

Don't you know?

I'll find out.

Hey,

you handle this thing pretty good.

My father used to let me ride with the
engineers when I was a kid.

Start stoking!

How are we doing on time?

Not good. Keep smoking.

Corny?

Corny, come on! Corny!

Corny!

corny corny wake up corny there's a
train coming on us from the other end of

tunnel corny

embracing and in public. Well, I meant
to mention it earlier, Colonel, but I've

asked Miss Abigail to marry me. Is that
all right with you?

Absolutely not.

Good. I want you both to meet my father,
the Pacasiris.

There's no time, Junior.

We've got less than 20 minutes to make
that meeting.

We'll make it. If you two will be good
enough to get a carriage, I'll join you

in a few minutes.

Colonel, he may be a nut, but he's kind
of a nice kid, so for once in your life,

play Abby's hunch.

Come on.

You made a first -class job of it, Mr.
Van Rensselaer. Brought her in right on

the dot. Thank you. It's not going to
help unless he stops fooling around with

this overstuffed pincushion.

Wow, look at the size of that thing. I
told you it was an unusual species.

You better leave it alone. Let's get
going.

It's locked.

Well, open it. You've got the key.

I haven't.

Hold it, gentlemen.

Drop your gun.

Now move over here.

Sit right down. Make yourselves
comfortable.

You're one of them, huh?

I'm afraid so, Mr. Van Rensselaer.

As Mr. Hardman explained it, I'm to
detain you till noon when the voting

Not Berkson.

Ferguson! They started the voting, sir.
You've got to hurry. He's got to be

there. He's been there for 40 years.

Sir, please.

No, I don't want Dawson. I want
Ferguson!

Well, it's all beginning to make sense
now.

The opposition didn't take any chances.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about you, friend.

I'm remembering how we met, by sheer
chance, out in the desert, right in the

middle of nowhere.

How you stalled by bringing me in here
to pick up that plant.

Do you mind telling me how you planned
to get rid of me if Mr. Burke hadn't

arrived?

Oh, you two gentlemen ought to shake
hands.

You're both working for the same man.

Oh, you could tell me, friend.

You've won already. It doesn't make any
difference now.

Shut up.

Oh, I knew it. I knew it. Shut up then,
Rensselaer.

I've listened to you shoot your mouth
off long enough.

Sure, I was hired by Hardman.

Just like Hockey, McPherson, and Burke.

Burke hadn't done his job, then I would
have.

That's all I wanted to know, friend.

Oh, no, there is just one more thing.

Who gets the bonus, you or Mr. Burke?

Bonus? Don't let him make you jittery,
Burke. You've done a fine job till now.

Now, what bonus?

Hardman's offered an extra 5 ,000 for
the man that pins Van Rensselaer.

Looks like that's you, Burke.

You got another eight minutes to go.

Make sure you keep him here.

Yes, sir. And you'll tell Mr. Hardman?

No one's gonna cheat you out of what you
got coming.

Give me the key.

Don't forget your cactus, Junior.

And no rough stuff.

Hartman doesn't like it.

Crockett Street, George. We've got five
minutes. Hurry.

Yes, sir, Mr. Van Rensselaer.

Van Rensselaer?

Yeah. I've known him since he was knee
-high to a cactus.

You should have told me.

I'm sorry, Abby, but... Why, there's
nothing to be sorry about, my boy.

This calls for a celebration, a slight
libation.

Let's see now, we can,

uh...

Oh, this is fun to see you.

Oh, I've been looking all over for you.

Well, hi, Jenny.

You remember Mr. Burke?

There you are, sir.

Well, thank you.

You're more than welcome.

How is this possible?

I'm the president of the railroad.

All I want is one miserable traffic
manager.

Ferguson! Mr. Von Rensselaer, they're
waiting.

Ferguson? Is that you?

Is it really you?

Where's my boy?

Yes, Corny Junior.

Where is he? I'm right here, Father.

Put him on. Let me speak to him.

Not there, Father. Here.

Behind you.

I want you to meet my fiancée.

Delighted. Anytime.

Her name is Abigail. Good for her.

As soon as you've cast your vote, I'll
give you the darndest wedding you ever

saw.

Excuse me, Mr. Van Rensselaer.

It's noon. You're...

Free to go.

I'm in no hurry.

Well, then, if you don't mind, I'll run
along and pick up my bonus money.

Remember me to your father?

I will.

I just want to say that you've been very
cooperative, and thank you.

You're most welcome.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Riding the trail to who knows where.

Luck is his companion.

Camper 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 the New Orleans living on
Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Riverboat, ring your bell.

Farewell, Annabelle. Luck is a lady that
he loves the best.

That's the New Orleans living on
Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the web.

Maverick is a legend of the web.