All language subtitles for 1 Maverick S03E01 - Pappy SDH 23,97

The first shot will be aimed at you, sir.

Drop that toy, old boy.

I detest gentlemen who walk
around with secret stingers.

Now, you get outta here

and don't show your
face around again.

Get out!

And take your toy with you.

[theme music]

(male narrator)
"Maverick".

Starring James Garner
and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

[theme music]

A Warner Brothers
television production.

[instrumental music]

Raise a hundred.

Call.

- Three deuces.
- It's close.

Three treys.

You know, if I hadn't dealt
this hand with own card

I'd say this was just
a little more than luck.

Bret Maverick?

What can I do for you, sonny?

Do you know Dan Jamison?

Dan Jamison?

I used a know a boy back
home by the name of..

Danny!

How are you, boy?

- Fine.
- You've sprouted up, son.

Well, I was eleven
when you left Texas

and that was eight years ago.

You look fine. Come on over
and let's have a talk.

Pass the deal, gentlemen.
Deal me out.

Uh, Maverick.

This wouldn't be
a way of quitting

when you're winning, would it?

Cole, as my old pappy
always taught me

"The only time you ever
quit when you're winnin'

is after you've won it all".

Evening, gentlemen.
C'mon, Dan, let's have a talk.

Danny boy, you've grown up.

- Well, Danny?
- Bret.

[clears throat]

They call me Dan now.

Okay, Dan.
How'd you find me?

Well, it wasn't easy, but..

Every sheriff I ask,
they all seem to know you.

Well, that's always
been a problem of mine.

Now, why did you find me?

- Ma, sent me.
- Trouble?

- I don't know.
- What is it?

Well, it's your pappy.

Pappy?

What's pappy up to now?

He's getting married.

- To your ma?
- Nope.

Oh, that's too bad,
I... always kinda figured

your ma and pappy
would some day..

So did ma.

I know how your ma
felt about pappy.

But things don't always happen
the way we want 'em to.

My pappy always..

Who is she? A good woman?

Nope.

- A bad woman?
- Nope.

What's pappy marryin'?

Well, she ain't rightly a woman.

What do you mean?

Well, she's a year
younger than me.

Pappy is marryin'
an 18-year-old girl?

Yep.

Oh, doesn't she have any folks?

Yep.

- They don't object.
- Nope.

Matter of fact,
they're in favor of it all.

In favor?

Dan..

There's not any
guns involved or..

No.

[sighs]

Well, who is she?

Josephine St. Cloud.

The prettiest girl you ever saw.

French, huh?

Yeah.

She lives on the Louisiana side.

St. Cloud.

Why'd your ma send you to me?

Reckon, you oughta know.

Reckon, you wouldn't like
the looks of things.

Well, this type of thing,
girls marryin'

and all that is more in
brother Bart's line.

You should've gone after him.

I tried... I couldn't find him.

That's okay, Danny, uh, Dan.

I know where he's supposed
to be.

You didn't ask
the right sheriff.

Three two's.

Uh, three threes.

If I hadn't dealt my cards
with my own hands

I'd have thought you cheated.

As my pappy used to say,
"Son, the best time

to get lucky is when the
other man's dealin'".

I'm sick and tired of listening
what your pappy had to say.

If he's that good a man raiser

what're you doin' in jail?

That's a fair question, sheriff.

I'm under arrest on suspicion.

Suspicion of what?

The mayor doesn't
like your face.

'Your poker face.'

Maverick, uh,
can I borrow ten dollars.

What?

Well, you won
all my eatin' money.

- For how long?
- A week.

You're not gonna hold me
here that long, are you?

I'll pay you back, you don't
have to be my prisoner.

Just as soon as you release me
I'm leaving this fair village.

Well, that's what
the mayor hopes for.

I reckon it'll be, uh..

Later on today.

There you go, sheriff.
Ten.

I'll collect next time
I'm through town.

Thanks, Maverick.

You're a good sport.

I sure am.

Uh.

I'll buy you a new cigar.

Much obliged, sheriff.

You got a prisoner
registered here

by the name of Bart Maverick?

In the cell.

Thank you.

[dramatic music]

Come in.

It's not locked.

What'd you do?
Win the keys?

What about it?

You think the old boy's
reached the second childhood?

I don't recollect his
ever leaving his first.

Now that I think back about it.

That's a sorry situation,
but Danny... Dan.

Dan, I just don't see what
I could do even if I was there.

This sorta thing seems
to be more on Bret's line.

Well, that's what
he said about you.

Me..?

What do I know about weddings?

What do I know?

[sighs]

Well, I reckoned
it'd be this way.

I didn't tell ma, but..

Well, I reckoned it deep inside.

I was just 11 when
you fellas left Texas.

(Dan) 'And I reckon, deep inside
I knew you was the way you was.'

Well, I done what ma asked.

And I guess I'll be going back.

Tell her the good of it.

- Bye.
- Bye, Dan.

Bye, Dan, have a nice trip.

If, if you ever
get down our way..

Well, why don't you drop by?
I'd be glad to see you.

[dramatic music]

Well, I figure what pappy
does is his own business.

As Dan would say "Yep".

He can marry anyone he pleases.

Yep.

Of course, 18-years-old
is a little young for him.

Yep.

- That's none of our business.
- Nope.

Kinda worry some about
Danny ridin' out alone.

Yeah, he is just a boy.

There's a lot
of Indian territory

between here and Texas.

And they get mean
in this time of year too.

Yeah, well I was figurin'
on heading south anyway.

Maybe I'll just, uh,
ride along with Danny

till he gets through
that Indian land.

Maybe I'll go along with you.

Before we get cold
around here pretty soon.

And I just soon be a little
farther south.

[dramatic music]

You're next, mister.

That's funny, all that talk
about hostile Indians.

Why there's only a 30 mile
stretch of friendly Ponies

between here and Texas.

[instrumental music]

This is where
I stayed on my way up.

They sell hot food

and have shacks out back
if you wanna sleep.

Well, hot food sounds good.

But it's your turn to tent
the horses, brother dear.

[dramatic music]

What can I do for you?

What's on the bill
of fare today?

Stew. Just as same as
any other day

only you gonna have
to wait till it's ready.

Come and get it.

(Dan)
'That's the girl's brothers.'

May I help you?

I would like a nice tall
cool drink of water.

Water?

Not water, my friend.
Water creates rust.

Join us in some
excellent brandy.

Well, no, thank you.

Brandy is nice, but right now
nothing would take the place

of good drink of water.

A bar is not a proper place
to go for water.

I am willing to pay for it.

Perhaps you might reconsider.

My brother.

My brother is easily offended.

He looks sensitive alright.

My brother insists
that you join us.

He must have a low voice.

In fact if you don't, my brother
may ask that you step outside.

(male #1)
'So, consider carefully.'

Which will it be?
Drink or fight?

Well, I'm not gonna drink

and I'm not gonna
step outside either.

But I'm afraid I should warn you

When the shooting starts

The first shot will not
be at your brother..

The first shot will
be aimed at you, sir.

You're shooting, sir?

But you're not armed?

Maybe I am, sir.
Maybe I am.

Drop that toy, old boy.

[intense music]

I detest gentlemen who walk
around with secret stingers.

Now, you get out of here

and don't show your
face around again.

Get out!

And take your toy with you.

Hurry up, we gotta get
outta here before they spy me.

What do you mean?

Those two fellas,
Jean Paul and Rudolph

they're the girl's brothers.

Let's go.

[galloping]

The trails are getting full
of jackanapes like that.

What is your name, sir?

James Buckley.

Known around as
Dandy Jim Buckley.

I'm Rudolph St. Cloud.

My brother, Jean Paul St.
Cloud I am Chester Miller.

[chuckles]
Delighted, gentlemen.

Won't you join us in some
excellent brandy?

I'd consider that
with distinct pleasure.

Chester, glass please.

Rudolph, that fellow look
mighty familiar.

I know. I think that's why
I didn't like him.

[intense music]

[music continues]

[yawning]

[groans]

You know the best thing
in the world

for the way we feel.

- What?
- Food.

- Where?
- We could wake him.

[chuckles]
What odds are you giving?

None. Second best thing is, uh,
hair of the dog that bit us.

No, not for me, old boy.

Strange, my brother is a tower
of physical strength.

But he cannot drink.

He seemed to do
rather well last night.

Who are you?

Well, we met last night.

You introduced yourself
as Buckley

known around as
Dandy Jim Buckley.

Then that must be who I am.

What do you do for trade,
Mr. Buckley?

Well, I'm the jack
of all trades, Mr. St. Cloud.

You pay me and I do it.

What time is it?

You do what, sir?

Almost anything.
But you pay me first.

What time is it?

Almost anything covers
a large margin.

Precisely.

What are your immediate plans?

Well, at the moment
I'm between engagements.

Uh, for plans I'm, uh,
I'm drifting south.

I haven't seen New Orleans
in quite some time.

I live in Letow.
It's on the way to New Orleans.

Why don't you join us?
Be our house guest.

Letow is lovely
at this time of the year.

I accept your invitation
with pleasure, sir.

Then we shall leave at once.

What time is it?

[laughing]

I never thought,
I'd see the Lady Gida closed.

When we were showin'
"Our American cousin"

the night Abe Lincoln was shot

and we ain't done
much business since.

Well, that's the show-boat
business.

[instrumental music]

Hello, sweetheart.

Bret, darling.

My Lady Gida.

Oh, I'd like you to meet

my new leading man
Sampson Bronze.

Bret Maverick.

Delighted and I might add
that you have the privilege

of meeting one of
the very few Americans

ever to star at Stratford-on-Avon
Go make some coffee.

Very well.

What a sad day when man
of my talent

is demoted in stature
to the position of mere lackey.

Ham?

Are you going into production?

Soon, Bret darling. Soon.

Meanwhile, this boat
makes us all

a very nice place to live.

Dan's a good boy.

Yes, I tried
to raise him correctly.

- Uh, you did a good job.
- Wasn't easy.

My background's New York
and livin' a while in Europe.

I wanted him to be
a typical Texas boy

because I like
typical Texas boys.

I know people who'll argue
with you about that.

You're a Texas boy.

That's how I know.

I guess, you wonder
why I sent for you.

Well, I'm not going
to beat around the bush.

There's an anemic
flittering little butterfly

whose trying to get my man.

Though what either she or I see

in the lecherous old goat,
I'll never know.

But he's been my property
for a long long time.

And I never give
anything I like away.

Let's straighten to the point.

There's another reason.

I think the old coot is
in grave danger.

Well, now, please.
He is my father.

Uh, what do you mean,
you think, he's in grave danger?

The St. Clouds are a family
of miserable snobs

'who fancy themselves
aristocrats.'

But I must admit that
the little piece of fluff

is attractive
for an 18-year-old simpleton.

That ain't fair, ma.

She's considered
a respected lady.

He's an out-and-out flirt.

However, she is planning
for a successful marriage

in New Orleans' society.

Why then would her family
encourage her

to wed a penniless
elderly gambler

with a social status
of a polecat? Why?

Insured.

That's the first thing
I thought of. No.

They've advised him against
insurance for the first year.

It's bad taste.

That guy haven't been able
to find any reason for it.

Uh, Gida.

Maybe, it really is an affair
of the heart.

No.

Nobody as pretty as she is
could fall in love

with someone so ugly
as ol' Beau Maverick.

Well, Dan,
he looks a lot like me.

[laughs]

Where is Pappy?
Isn't yet he undone?

Oh, no. He's much to grand
for this town now.

He's in Letow on Louisiana side

staying in a gentleman's club
called Le Cherlez.

However, the only gentleman
who ever stopped there was

merely asking directions.

Well, I guess I better
look pappy up.

And we'd be better
opening the sideshow.

Yeah. And you can
tattoo Sampson.

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

Odds?

Eight of diamonds.

No way out.

King of hearts.
Possible royal flush.

I check.

One hundred dollars.

He's got it.
I know, he's got it.

It's like fighting fate
to play this man.

You win, Maverick.
Let's get out of here.

[instrumental music]

(Bret)
'That, sir, is ungentlemanly.'

'So you taught me, Pappy?'

Well, Bret.
Bret, my boy, bless my soul.

Sit down. Sit down.

Well, what brings you to town?

I heard you're getting married.

I always like weddings, Pappy.

Look, son.

Respect from the young
i-is nice.

But when the young
reach adulthood

some forms of respect
are considered, uh, childish.

'Here after you may call me
Beau.'

Alright, Beau.

- Cut.
- Deal.

Well, son. How did you learn
of my forthcoming wedding?

I visited the Lady Gida.

Oh, you're high.

Well, it's-it's understandable
that in some quarters

eyebrows may be raised
prospect to this union.

The bride is a trifle
younger than me.

Well, I hear she's
trifle younger than me.

You have.

I hope you aren't here
in role of a, of a dutiful son

bent on to saving
his doddering old father

from a, uh, a-a sheer disaster.

Oh, no, no. I'm just here
to offer congratulations.

Uh, you still are.

- Oh, oh, Pierre.
- Oui, monsieur.

I would like you
to meet my, uh, brother

Mr. Bret Maverick.

My pleasure.
Uh, remarkable likeness.

Welcome to the club, monsieur.

Well, thank you, sir.

Wonder, if I could ask you
a question, Beau.

Yeah, if it isn't too personal.

Uh, what happens if someday
your bride discovers the charm

of younger men and realizes
or thinks perhaps

that she's made a mistake?

It is personal.

Answer to that is something
I should have taught you

years ago which
my old Pappy taught me.

If you're ever served
a rare steak

that's intended
for somebody else

don't bother
with the ethical details

eat much as you can before
the mistake is discovered.

I see.

Uh, your treys are high.

But I wouldn't bet too much
on 'em if I were you.

Well, I would.

You have the same hand in spades
you had in hearts last time.

Fifty dollars.

Call.

Three treys.

Someday, you'll learn
to listen to me, son.

Oh, Pierre.

Uh, would you bring some brandy
for my brother and me?

[Speaking in French]

He's French.

Oh, really?

Welcome to Bartlett Post,
Mr. Buckley.

Any friends of my sons
are friends of mine.

Thank you, sir.

[birds chirping]

You must be tired.
Come in.

Brandy, Mr. Buckley?

Not at this moment, uh,
my head is still suffering

from the effects
of last evening's brandy.

A bath is what you need,
my friend.

Show Mr. Buckley to our room
and prepare him a bath.

Your hospitality ever warms me,
sir.

Get a good rest, my friend.

Tonight we're holding
a little gathering

to celebrate the engagement
of my only daughter.

[intense music]

Well?

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

Please make yourselves
comfortable.

Josephine should be down by now.

[music continues]

I now believe, you've met
my daughter, Mr. Buckley.

No, sir,
I haven't had the pleasure.

(Rene) 'Josephine, this is
our house guest, Mr. Buckley.'

It's my honor, ma'am.

Wow, Mr. Buckley,
you do carry on, don't you?

Josephine, run along and
greet some of our guests.

I want a word
with Mr. Buckley in the study.

Yes, papa.

Lovely, isn't she?

Oh, yes, sir.
Yes, sir, she is lovely.

This way, son.

[guests applauding]

My son was telling me

you're a man
of varied professions.

I have no profession.

I understood, you did.

Let me put it another way.

I, uh, I loathe hard work.

I enjoy good living.

To avoid hard work
and to live well

is not easy for a man
who was born penniless.

Your point, sir.

I have no profession.

But I'll do most anything
for money.

Now we're back
to the crux of the matter.

Would you..

I hope, I don't shock you.

Kill a man?

For a price,
life is too valuable

to remove for friendship.

Of course, for a price.

I imagine, you wonder
why I inquire?

No, sir. I'm, uh, I'm imagining
that you're trying to tell me

that you have a job for me.

Thank you for making it easy
for me to say it.

Understand, I don't want
this man murdered.

I want him killed
in fair combat.

Oh, now that costs more.

Two thousand is the limit
of my budget.

[intense music]

I'm your faithful servant.

Now, may I have the details?

No details.
Just do the job.

Who is the, uh, candidate?

In a moment, a man will arrive.

His name is Beauregard Maverick.

Tonight, I plan to announce
that Maverick and my daughter

are to be married.

Yes, sir.

I want Mr. Maverick dead,
before the wedding occurs.

- Then why...
- We better be going now.

I'm being rude to my guests.

[indistinct chattering]

(Pappy) 'My dear, I have
never viewed anything so lovely.'

He's here now.
Come, I'll introduce you.

Oh, Mr. Maverick,
you do carry on, don't you?

Beau.

Oh, excuse me, my dear.
I believe our father is calling.

I'd like you to meet
our house guest

Mr. James Buckley.

Beauregard Maverick, soon to be
my daughter's husband.

Eh, pleasure, sir.

You look very familiar, sir.
Have we met?

I've a met a younger man
who looks very much like you.

Do you have a son around 30?

Uh, Dandy, there's someone
I'd like you to meet.

- Excuse me.
- Excuse.

Fine lookin' young man,
ain't he?

Don't be so anxious, Dandy.

We want to announce
the engagement

before you fire him.

[instrumental music]

Well, Mr. Maverick,
what a..

Well, you're not Mr. Maverick.

Well, I am, but I'm not
Mr. Beauregard Maverick.

Well, then who are you?
And what are you doin' here?

Well, I'll tell you
the truth, ma'am.

Mr. Beauregard Maverick
is kin folk of mine.

Well, you do look
somethin' alike.

And, you see, I heard that
he was planning to marry

a beautiful girl, young enough
to be his daughter

and well that
makes me wonder some.

Wonder what?

Well, why this girl would
consent to marry him?

Because her folks insists,
maybe.

But why do they insist?

Is that why you've been pokin'
around here in the garden?

That's the truth, ma'am.

You love your kin?

Well, I do have
an attachment to him.

Then you better get him away
out of town as fast as you can.

'Cause he's in terrible danger.

How do you know all this?

Because I'm Josephine St. Cloud.

Well, you're the girl?

Yes, sir.

Well, I must say,
I can't blame him.

You are lovely.

My!
You do carry on, don't you?

Well-well, how do you mean
he's in trouble?

Because they're about
to announce our engagement.

And there's over 20 people
here tonight.

- What do you mean?
- Well, you see if..

(Rene)
'Josephine?'

Yes, papa.

- What are you doing out there?
- I needed some fresh air, papa.

You get your kin out of town
faster, hear?

And I sure do hope we meet again
one of these days.

You're alone out here?

Well, of course.

Why would you be thinkin'
anything else?

Because I know you, little one.

Now go inside
before you catch your death.

Alright, papa.

Jean Paul?

[instrumental music]

Psst.

Bret.

Who'd you expect?

- Well, you, I...
- Shh.

You. I followed you. I thought
you might need some help.

[intense music]

How about that?

I know you're out here.

I'm not goin' inside
till I find you.

[music continues]

You go jump over that wall.

- Why?
- Shh.

To attract his attention.

Why?

You said, you want to help me.
Now, go jump over that wall.

[music continues]

Halt! You sir, halt.

Here, let me help.

[music continues]

Ladies and gentlemen,
your attention please.

I have an important announcement
to make.

That's all I know.

I'm supposed to get him
into a fight

and kill him before the wedding.

But before the announcement
would have been too soon.

Well, that all fits together
somehow.

The girl said something
about the danger being

that the engagement
was announced before 20 people.

Does that make sense?

It hasn't from
the smelly beginning.

Then it all bows down to this
for some strange reason

the St. Clouds want Josephine
against her will

to become engaged to pappy.

Then they want pappy killed.

It's, uh, simple if mysterious.

Well, I say, we tell pappy
everything we know.

Not for four days.

He's gone to New Orleans
to be fitted for a wedding suit.

That old badger never bought
a new suit for me.

There is one other thing
I found out.

What?

That young lady didn't come out

in the garden to meet me.

'She was there
to see someone else.'

Who?

I don't know, but whoever it was

he's sure in
bad need of a girlfriend.

That Josephine is
the ugliest female in Louisiana.

That's a black lie.

[dramatic music]

I do believe
my little boy is in love.

There's no mystery there, but,
uh, we still only have four days

to untangle pappy's mess.

I think I know a way.

It might work, and
it might sink in a quicksand

but let's take it out
in the swamp and try.

What?

The only way that
we're gonna find out

what they're up to
is wait till pappy is dead.

Bret!

Bart, looks like you're gonna
have to kill pappy.

Well, now, uh,
pappy may not like that.

Pappy will be
in complete accord.

Gida, I'm so glad that
you've been practicing

with your stage makeup.

Of course,
it's gonna be difficult

to make me look that old.

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

Mr. Maverick, it's so dark here
in this corner.

Wouldn't you prefer a table
near the light?

Uh, no, thank you, Pierre,
I'm suffering from a slight

eye strain from the sun.

[speaking in French]

Merci, Pierre.

I call you and raise you $200,
Mr. Maverick.

Two hundred dollars, huh?

Oh.

I call you, sir.

Good. What do you have?

A full house, sir.

Just a moment.

Sir?

Would you please
give me permission

to examine your sleeve?

Is that an insinuation, sir?

No, it's more on the line
of an accusation, sir.

You are accusing me
of foul play?

I am.

Gentlemen, let us not be hasty.

I take umbrage to that remark,
Mr. Buckley.

You are a cheat.

A cheat?

We have oak trees, sir,
in this town set aside

for just such a grievance.

I choose pistols.
You may name the time.

Tomorrow at dawn.

You may bring your own physician
and I shall bring mine.

I only trust Texas doctors.

[instrumental music]

You may cork your pistols,
gentlemen.

One moment, sir.

I would like
to kiss my fiancee goodbye..

In case anything happens.

[instrumental music]

Why, Mr. Maverick,
I've never known you

to be so vigorous before.

He's a Maverick, alright.

Yeah.

You may resume, sir.

I'll count to five.

Each man take one pace
on each count.

On the count of five,
turn and fire at will.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[intense music]

Physician.

Don't ham it up now.
Play it straight.

[birds chirping]

The gentleman has expired.

I hope, you're satisfied, sir.

I did not know,
Beauregard Maverick in life

therefore, I cannot,
at this time... praise him

I can merely bury him.

This bit's good for 15 minutes.

I have been told Mr. Maverick
was ambitious.

Nobel people have told me this.

I wonder,
where he studied medicine.

(Sampson)
'He has not... '

You better go in there
and break it up.

Perhaps, he's only asleep.

We can at least get him
to a bed.

Very well.

Help me, boy.

I hope, you're satisfied, sir.

I am.

When do I get paid?

Soon as we get back.

The sooner I never
see you again, the better.

In my heart deep down
I loved Beau Maverick.

You can count it.

Well, I have no reason
not to trust you, sir.

[knock on door]

I'll get it, papa.

It's that man again.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Now, I know why you look
so familiar.

I recall you gentleman too.

But in this time of stress

let us forget
the unpleasant past.

Who are you?

My name is Bret Maverick.

Beauregard Maverick
was my father.

Mr. Maverick,
I assure you...

There's no need to worry, sir.

I understand,
there was a fair fight.

Well, thank you, sir.

What do you want, son?

Isn't this the home of the lady

who used to be
my father's bride?

It is.

I think in times like these,
we should console each other.

I came to shed a tear
with the lady. Is she home?

She's upstairs in her room
in mourning.

And I must say, I appreciate
your gesture in coming.

Won't you sit down?

Why, thank you, sir.

When did you arrive in town?

Uh, last night.

You will probably find
among his effects

a deed of ownership to a mine
called, I believe, "The Whopper"

in Burns county, Texas.

And if I do?

It belongs to my daughter.

I'll keep it for her
until she's at age.

Isn't Miller's store the place
where we all met?

In Burns county?

I don't see how that could be

any business of yours
Mr. Buckley.

Is that where you got the pouch
of gold nuggets

you had with you there?

Buckley, don't get too familiar.

And the same to you,
my dear Rudolph.

Uh, sometimes, I fight duel
for pleasure, you know.

Or now, one moment,
gentlemen, I'm confused.

Did my father willed this mine
to your daughter?

Not that I'm aware of.

And it's in his name?

I believe so.

Well, I don't see how it belongs
to your daughter.

It seems
that I'm the rightful heir.

Not in this parish, sir.

And your father did reside

in the Le Cherlez club at Letow.

I don't understand.

There is a law in this parish.

Most folks have forgotten it.

It's a holdover from
the old Napoleonic code.

If an intended wedding
is announced in the presence

of 20 or more witnesses,
and something happens

'to the groom or bride before
the ceremony can be performed'

then the groom or bride

can claim all the possessions
of the intended mate

as lawful community property.

I'd like the deed, son.

Sir, you are a cad.

A fact that bothers me
more and more as I grow older.

[knock on door]

I'll get it, papa.

[ominous music]

Lucky for you,
I was only wounded.

Beau, I'm delighted.

I'm sure,
you're just dancing for joy.

Seein' as how you hired
this-this gunfighter

to do a good job.

Beau, how could you?

Go on, admit it.

Didn't they hire you
to engage me in a duel?

I-I do admit it.
They-they paid me to do it.

I admit it, but I have
nothing against you personally.

However, I..

Don't shoot.
Don't shoot!

Don't shoot.

Stop!

You can run, you dog.

Well, Rene,
what have you got to say?

I'm at your mercy.

All I can say is that
deep inside, I'm glad I failed.

It was a terrible thing
I intended.

I pretended it was alright
by insisting on a fair fight

but it wasn't alright.

Son, if we had succeeded

we'd never have known
peace again ever.

I know it too, papa.

At the last minute,
I secretly hoped

he'd win the duel.

Well, I can't let you go off
scot-free, Rene.

Name your price.
Anything except Josephine.

She doesn't love you, Beau.
I can't give her to you.

Rene, 20 years ago, you sold me
a worthless piece of sand

and called it a gold mine
named The Whopper

One of the few times
I ever bested you

on a transaction.

And I've held it against you
ever since.

What is that got to do with now?

I want to sell it back to you.

Quite sure, Beau.

But, pappy..

Don't mind, son.

Wait till you hear the price
I'm asking.

I believe you paid a thousand.

Well, nevermind what I paid.

The price is going to be $25000.

And our paths will never cross
each other again.

But, pappy... A worthless
sand hill, I know that.

But, son... they got it comin'.

I guess, we have.

Son, write a check for 25000
to Mr. Maverick.

[instrumental music]

Howdy, pappy?

Well, Bart, my boy.
How you been?

A little sick at the moment.

I was listening outside
the window

when you sold The Whopper.

Probably the most expensive
sand pile in history, I imagine.

I happen to see some nuggets in
that sand pile not so long ago.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Who in blazes is that?

I wouldn't know unless
you're engaged somebody else.

How about you, son?

I haven't made any new enemies
around here

uh, with the possible exception
of you, pappy.

It maybe the St. Clouds.

I mean..

[gunshot continues]

Hey, son,
the gold nuggets you saw

how much do you figure
they're worth?

At least, $500.

And I guess
they found all of them.

It cost me $500
to salt that mine.

I had kind of a different
operation in mind

but with your childish bunglin'

it all worked out
for best anyway.

What you gonna do
with all that money?

[gunshot]

I'm gonna refloat to Lady Gida.

Gida to attract crowds
and me to work the games.

There's a lot of money
to be made on that river today.

I don't guess you're breaking
your heart over Josephine.

Oh, goodness, no. I've done
raised two children already.

Don't wanna take on the third.

You know, while you two
were playing games

with the St. Clouds, I was out
holding a ladder for Josephine

and that young Danny boy
to climb over the wall

They ought to be married by now.

It's pity, more of me didn't
rub off on you two boys.

Some of it did, pappy.

I got $2000 for killin' you.

One thousand.

[gunshot]

I wonder, which one of us
that ambush is after?

(Uncle Bentley) 'I'm
afraid, he's lookin' for me.'

Sorry, boys,
but one of you fellas

seems to look like me.

Oh, Bentley, bless my soul.

- Hello, Uncle Bent.
- Hello, Uncle Bent.

Hello, boys.
Hello, brother dear.

Small world.

[gunshot]

♪ Who is the tall
dark stranger there ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail
to who knows where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion ♪

♪ Gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as a handle on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind in Oregon ♪

♪ Blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat
ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well
Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady
that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is the legend
of the West ♪

♪ Riverboat
ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well
Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady
that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is the legend
of the West ♪

♪ Maverick is the legend
of the west ♪♪