All language subtitles for Maverick S4E22 - Last Stop - Oblivion SDH ENGLISH

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(male #1)
'McCloud!'

[gunshot]

(male narrator) A Warner
Bros. Television Production.

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Cards.

Two. And three
for the dealer.

You're under arrest.

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Alright, sheriff,
you're throwing me out of town.

Alright, no argument.

But would you mind
telling me why?

'Cause you're card sharp,
Mr. Maverick.

They don't call me
that when I lose.

Card sharps cause trouble.

My job's to keep things
tranquil-like here

in Medicine Forks.

No trouble when I came
through town last year.

A fella by name of Gunther
was sheriff then.

Why don't you ask him about me?

Let me explain you something,
Mr. Maverick.

Two kinds of lawmen.

Ones like me, use their heads.

And the ones like Gunther

let their guns do
their thinkin' for them.

That's why he's on
that hill up there

waiting for Gabriel's trumpet.

Why I'm down here,
puttin' you out of town.

Oh, I still think
you're being unreasonable.

Sure you do.

You're used to stupid
lawmen like Gunther.

Finally you run into a sheriff
who's a little thinker.

I beg your pardon?

[clattering]

Uh, must be Sam.

Right on time.

On time?

Why, he's seven hours late.

That's right on time.

Afternoon, Sam.

Sheriff!

Hey, ho!

What do you call
this hick town, sheriff?

- You plannin' on stayin' over?
- Here? Not even if I was dead.

In that case, why ask?

Yeah, seems to me
you lean kinda heavy

on that star, sheriff.

Well, the sheriff
is something of a thinker.

Who asked you to mix in,
tinhorn?

You have to be a thinker
to call me tinhorn.

All aboard.
We're pullin' out.

Last stop, Oblivion.

Now, if you don't mind.

Thank you.

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Now you may ask yourself

why does the name
of Bascombe Sunday

rank so high
in the undertaking profession?

I'll let you in on the secret,
Mr. Maverick.

It's because
I live my profession.

You know, a dedicated undertaker

must bury himself
in every detail of his work.

That sounds hard to do.

[chuckling]

It's just a matter
of pride, sir.

A man's pride in his work.

In time to come
I want people to declare

the work of Bascombe Sunday
lives after him.

Why don't you shut
your mouth, fat man?

Your tongue bounces around like
the backseat of a buckboard.

- I certainly didn't intend to...
- All that noise.

How'd you expect the lady here
to know what she's readin'?

Ain't that right, miss?

No, it isn't.

As a matter of fact,
Mr. Sunday's conversation

doesn't bother me at all.

You're just being polite
to the ol' fatty.

But I like that.
Shows you was brought up right.

As long as we're gonna be
ridin' together

I reckon we oughta get
acquainted-like.

My name's Tate McKenna.

What's yours?
If you don't mind my askin'.

Laura Nelson.

Laura Nelson. Well, say now,
that's a right pretty name.

For a right pretty gal,
if you don't mind my sayin' so.

Don't see why me and you can't
get to be right good friends.

'Why don't I just sorta switch
places with old fatty here?'

You did that on purpose.

That was terribly clumsy of me,
Mr. McKenna. I-I do apologize.

Looks like you're gettin' little
big for your britches, tinhorn.

Not at all,
Mr. McKenna.

They just shrunk since
the last time I had 'em washed.

[laughing]

That's very funny,
Mr. Maverick.

[continues laughing]

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Beautiful morning,
Mr. Maverick.

Certainly is.

Yes, it's just perfect
for a funeral.

But you know, these days,
folks don't seem

to want to get up
this early for a buryin'.

You are a dedicated man,
Mr. Sunday.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Not many people understand that.

(Sam)
'All aboard.'

And the sheriff down there
kinda got the idea

I hit the old man over the head
and took his money.

By lookin' at me you can tell
I wouldn't do a thing like that.

But that sheriff,
he wasn't, what you call

a real judge of character.

So I figured
the best thing for me to do

is find another pasture
to graze in.

Mr. Overman.

Will you excuse me, please?

Mr. Overman, I've been wanting
to ask you something.

Glad to oblige, ma'am.

Do you remember a young man
by the name of Frank Gorman?

He passed this way
about seven months ago

on his way to San Francisco.

Can't rightly say
I recollect the name.

He spent the night
at the hotel in Medicine Forks

'and the clerk thinks
he left the next day with you.'

Huh?

He's, uh, 27.

And he's..

He's tall and he's slender.

And he has very dark brown hair
and... and dark eyes.

Oh, he has such
a wonderful smile

and, and a very soft
way of speaking.

Well, Mr. Overman, he never did
get to San Francisco

and I've just got to find him.

Kinda comes back to me I did
hold a young fella like that.

B-but I'm not sure.

'You'll be stayin'
overnight in Oblivion'

'before catchin'
the Denver stage.'

'Your young man would've
had to stay there'

'so you talk to Mrs. Lyme.'

'Her and her family
run the place.'

'She might not
recollect either.'

But you take a look
at her register book.

It'll tell you quick enough.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Overman.

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Have a drink, tinhorn.

No thanks, Mr. McKenna.
I never drink on Wednesday.

It's an old family custom.

Wednesday?
This ain't no Wednesday.

This here's a Friday.

You don't say.

Time certainly moves fast,
doesn't it?

[gunshot]

Whoa!

What's your next stop, driver?

A place called Oblivion,
about 12 miles straight ahead.

- Transfer station.
- I'll be ridin' with you.

My horse broke his leg.
I had to shoot him.

Climb aboard.

Ya!

Just sit down, sir.

Oh, this is Miss Nelson,
Mr. Sunday

and this is Mr. McKenna
here on your right.

- My name is Bart Maverick.
- Howdy.

Pardon me, but your face
looks familiar, Mr..

- Smith.
- Smith!

Bascombe Sunday is my name.

So you wouldn't, by any chance
be from around Lawrence, Kansas?

- That's right. I wouldn't.
- Oh, that's too bad.

I was leading
undertaker there, sir.

Thirty two glorious years.

'To tell the truth,
I wouldn't have left the town'

'except that about a year ago,
my beloved wife passed away.'

'After that, I-I just
couldn't stand the place.'

Too many memories,
you might say.

So I said to myself.

I said, "Bascombe, you gotta
pull yourself together.

'You gotta start
all over again."'

'First, that ain't
gonna be easy at my age'

'but I believe that... '

Why don't you close
your face, fatty?

'Your gab makes me sick.'

What's the matter, bright eyes?
Is somethin' botherin' you?

'You wanna know
what your problem is?'

'I'll tell you what it is.'

You need some warmin' up
to make you a real woman.

So we're gonna fix that
right now.

Go on. Drink.

[gasps]

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He's alright.

My old pappy always said
that there's only two times

in a man's life
when he should be noble.

When he's caught dealing seconds
and somebody slaps a lady.

[horses galloping]

Hey!

That young fella,
what happened to him?

- Oh, you mean McKenna?
- 'Yeah.'

Well, he got off
about ten miles back.

He said something about wanting
to take a walk before supper.

Hope you folks
had enough to eat.

I know it's early yet, but
anytime you feel like turnin' in

just say the word.

'We're a little short
on entertainment out here'

'but, uh, you gentlemen
like a friendly game of cards'

I might even sit in myself
if I was asked.

I think it's only
fair to warn you

I was considered one of the best

card players
in Lawrence, Kansas.

I'd be the last one
to spoil the fun, Mr. Lyme.

Uh, let's play cards.

I'll get a table set
right up for you.

I almost forgot somethin', Nero.

A man named McCloud
said he'd be ridin'

to Medicine Forks with me this
trip, on his way from Denver.

McCloud?

Sure, he came in
on last night's stage.

He sure was in a powerful hurry.

He brought one of
my mares and left

like a posse was after him.

That's too bad.

Kinda figured on havin'
his company on the way back.

Well, hangin' around here
won't make the trip any shorter.

That fellow Smith..

You recollect
ever seein' him before?

Well, he looks familiar, Sam,
but I can't place him. Why?

Same here.

I know him from somewhere,
but I can't think where.

Well, I better get rollin'
I guess. Thanks for the supper.

- Have a safe trip, Sam.
- Thank you.

Excuse me,
Mrs. Lyme.

I was wondering
if you could help me.

Well, now, I'd do anything
I can, Miss Nelson.

I've been trying
to locate a young man

by the name of Frank Gorman.

He passed this way
about seven months ago

on his way
to San Francisco and..

Well, he just never made it.

That ought to do it.

I guess I'll have to rob
the bank to stay in this game.

Looks to me like
you did rob a bank.

Oh, nothing that desperate,
Mr. Smith.

I'm a frugal man
and I sold a thriving business

at a very healthy profit.

Not many men your age can afford
to retire, Mr. Sunday.

Retire? No, sir.

I'm going right back
in the undertaking profession

just as soon as
I get to Montana.

I always say, if a man
doesn't work, he dies.

'Don't you agree with me,
Mr. Maverick?'

Oh, certainly.

A good luck charm?

Much more than that,
Mr. Maverick.

Would you care to examine it?

Looks like a lock of hair.

It's much more than that, sir.

It's a memento of the most
wonderful little woman

to ever draw breath.

And I hope you'll understand
when I say that..

It means more to me than
anything else in the world, sir.

Well, it'll take more of a woman
than hair to pleasure me.

You take that
Miss Nelson upstairs

I could take her without hair.

About the only way
you'd ever get her.

And what's that
supposed to mean?

Gentlemen, please.
We're here to play cards.

I'll open for 20.

Maverick!

Stand up, tinhorn.

Oh, it's McKenna.

Now, you're interruptin'
a card game

and I happen to be holding
a particularly good hand.

So why don't you
just sit right back?

Alright, you walked ten miles

and I've been slapped
in the face.

'Now maybe we can
get on with the game.'

What game?

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I guess I'll have to change
my opinion of you, Maverick.

I was beginning to think
you got a yellow streak.

As my old pappy used to say

"What good's a yellow streak
if you can't depend on it?

With only four rooms
and five guests

I'm afraid Mrs. Lyme
will have to make a bed

for one of you
here in the parlor.

Why don't we cut high card
for the bedrooms?

Not you, tinhorn.
You let him handle 'em cards

and I guarantee ya, he won't
be bunkin' in no parlor.

- He'll end up with the best...
- Why don't you shut up?

Maybe you figure
on shuttin' me up?

What you need is another
fist in your face, punk.

Gentlemen, please.

Alright, Maverick.
Mix 'em up.

And just to keep laughing boy
here happy, I'll cut 'em.

You watch what I tell ya.

This tinhorn will end up
with the best room in the house.

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[gasps]

May I help?

What are you doing here?

I live here.
What's your excuse?

And don't tell me
you walk in your sleep.

Mr. Maverick,
will you help me?

To do what?
Rob the place?

Oh, for heaven's sakes!
I'm not gonna steal anything.

Now, as you were saying.

The young man I'm engaged to,
Frank Gorman

disappeared on his way
to San Francisco.

'Now, he passed through
Medicine Forks'

'last October around the 27th'

and his next stop would have
been here in Oblivion.

So?

So, Mrs. Lyme says
that he was never here.

She even looked it up
in the register.

That oughta be proof enough.

No, Mr. Maverick.

You know, I just can't
believe that.

You see, Frank was on his way
to San Francisco

to establish a business.

He had every penny,
we both had over $8000.

Now, when,
when he got established

he was gonna send for me.

How much of that 8000
did you put up?

$6200. All that
my father left me.

[whistles]

Well, I really don't see
what that has to do with it.

Maybe you don't wanna see,
Miss Nelson.

Oh, now, just a minute.
Are you..

[sighs]

Well, Mr. Maverick, I'd hate
to have your kind of a mind.

Sometimes I'm not
very fond of it myself.

You sneaked down here
to look at the register, huh?

'Didn't Mrs. Lyme
show it to you?'

No, she didn't,
she just glanced through it

and said Frank's
name wasn't there.

October 27th.

Well, now, he would
have been here the 28th.

Uh, Smith, Reaper,
Williams, Davis... ha!

- No Gorman.
- But there's got to be.

Take a look yourself.

No, Mr. Maverick.
I don't understand this.

You see, the hotel man
in Medicine Forks

was positive
Frank was on that stage.

(Bart) 'Miss Nelson, why
don't you go on back upstairs'

'and try and get some sleep?'

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

Thank you for being so kind,
Mr. Maverick.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

- 'Have a good trip, Luke.'
- 'Ya!'

How would you like to spend
a few hours in a real bed?

You can have
Mr. Sunday's room.

He just left on the
mornin' stage for Butte.

Oh, it's the best offer I've had
yet this morning, Mr. Lyme.

Thank you.

Hope you don't mind the bed not
being made up, Mr. Maverick.

As long as it has a mattress.

You sleep as late as you like.

Breakfast will be ready
when you come down.

Thanks, Mr. Lyme.

[grunts]

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(male #2)
'Phew!'

That looks fine.

Once we tamp it down,
and level it off

no one's ever gonna
know the difference.

Dave, this don't bother
you none at all, does it?

Maybe it does, maybe it don't.
What of it?

He was a nice old man.

Probably never did anything bad
in his whole life.

Well, he made two mistakes.

He ain't got no family
to start lookin' for him

carried a lot of money.

Dave.

Dave.

You know what's gonna happen,
don't you?

One of these days,
somebody's gonna figure out

what's been goin'
on around here.

And we're gonna get strung up
by the neck, all of us.

Look, Dirk, sure we're takin'
a chance, but we gotta.

It's the only way to get out
of this stinking country

and go back east
and live like swells.

Now pa's too old to start
over again. You know that.

You want more to live nice,
don't you?

Live nice?

On what? On blood money?

Oh, can't anybody around here
ever think straight?

We can't turn back now, Dirk.

All we need is one or two more

like old man Sunday
and we're all set.

Come on, give me a hand,
will ya?

I ain't fixin'
to do it all by myself.

[intense music]

(Nero) 'Good mornin',
folks. Trust y'all slept well.'

The boys will have a fire
goin' for you right away.

What time's that Denver stage
supposed to get here?

Tomorrow morning at dawn,
usually an hour or two late.

What do we do till then?
Sit around and count our thumbs?

(Smith) 'You could always
pick another fight with Maverick.'

(McKenna)
'I just might make that you.'

You know..

McKenna, you're one of those
big boys with a big mouth

carries two big guns

figures he's a real hard case,
can push people around.

Now, why don't we go outside
and see can you push me around?

[scoffs]

[knock on the door]

- Who is it?
- 'Bart Maverick.'

(Bart)
'I'd like to talk to you.'

Thank you.

Is, uh, is anything wrong?

It's about your fiance.

Are you sure he was carryin'
that $8000 on him?

He didn't send it ahead
by Wells Fargo, maybe?

No, Frank was carrying it.
He was carrying all of it.

Remember our stagecoach driver
asking Mr. Lyme

about a passenger he was
supposed to pick up here

a fella by the name of McCloud?

Well, he was the man that
bought the horse from Mr. Lyme

instead of waiting
for the stage.

That's right.

Laura, there's something
I've gotta tell you.

You're frightening me,
Mr. Maverick.

I wish you'd just say
what you had to say.

Well, after you went back
upstairs last night

I took a closer look
at the page in that ledger.

There was a name on it
that somebody scratched out.

- Frank's name?
- Could have been.

But why? Why would anybody
do anything like that?

Because he was carrying $8000.

But he's just
a part of it, Laura.

That business about McCloud not
waiting here for the stagecoach

that doesn't make sense either.

And one more, Bascombe Sunday.

Well, yes, but he left
for Montana on the stage.

Did you see him leave?

No. No, I was asleep.

Nobody else did either.
Except Nero Lyme.

This meant more
to Bascombe Sunday

than anything else in the world.

I found it in his
room this morning.

He never would have
left here without it..

Not alive.

'And Mr. Sunday was carrying
a great deal of cash.'

They killed him.

Oh, they killed him.

They killed him.

[knock on the door]

Come in, come in.

Well, now, good afternoon,
Mr. Smith.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Lyme,
Mr. Lyme.

I just thought I'd stop by
and settle up my bill.

Oh, no hurry, no hurry at all.

Stage won't be here
until mornin'.

Well, I kinda hate to let
things go to the last minute.

Say, that's a right nice gun
you got there, Mr. Lyme.

That's a right nice gun.

You know, I just bet you
my last bottom dollar

that this here's a gun
that you killed Mr. Sunday with.

Yes, sir.
Bet it is.

I hope you'll explain
that remark, Mr. Smith.

Well, how do you explain
anything so simple?

You just went into
his room last night

stuck a gun on him,
took him outside and..

[clicks]

killed him dead.

That's not true.

Mr. Sunday got
on the morning stage.

How can you come in here and...

There's a nice quiet spot
about a mile north of here.

It's got trees all around it.

'Why don't we go there
and do some diggin'?'

Don't have to bring any shovels

'cause there's a few
in the trunk of a hollow tree

about 20 feet north of where
your boys buried old man Sunday.

What is it you want?

Well, now, you're a right
sensible lady there, Mrs. Lyme.

Yes, you're right sensible.

You even figured out
I want somethin'.

I want the money you took off
of Sunday. All of it.

Give him the money, Nero.

I said give him the money.

Now, this is the way
I like to do business.

No fussin' and no arguin'.

Just to show you
how much I appreciate this

I won't ask you
for the money you took off

from rest of them
folks you killed.

Oh. Don't try to sneak
into my room tonight.

Because if I just happen
to think I hear my doorknob turn

I'm gonna start shootin'.

Good afternoon.

I blame myself for this.

Five of 'em here at the same
time, the risk was too big.

Could have been worse.

We'll get the money back
from the next one.

There won't be a next one.

The stage picks up these people,
we're gettin' out.

Why do that?

Smith won't turn us in.

Minute he took that money,
he was in as deep as we are.

Can't risk it.

Man like that's bound
to get into trouble.

When that happens, he's gonna
try to make a deal with the law.

They'll let him off free,
he'll tell 'em about us.

Yeah, I never thought
of that, Verna.

He's just the kind of a crook
that would do it too.

Of course!

Of course, I thought
I've seen him before.

[intense music]

That's why I think
all three of 'em

Frank Gorman, this fella McCloud

and Bascombe Sunday are dead.

And there may be more.

I don't know, Maverick.
Maybe you're right.

But you're pretty
short on proof.

I'm sayin'
you're out of your head.

You find the locket under a bed
and right away it's a massacre.

What you want us to do
is grab the whole bunch

and take 'em
to the nearest marshal.

My old pappy never did raise
any heroes, Mr. Smith.

I simply suggest
that we sit tight

and keep our eyes open
for possible trouble.

And what if there is trouble?

Let's hope one of us gets away
to head off that morning stage.

What good is that gonna do?

Some of the passengers
are sure to be armed.

Maybe they can get here quickly

to save those of us
who couldn't get away.

That makes sense.

But unless there is trouble,
we keep our mouth shut.

That is, until we get to Denver.

You got that straight, boy?

Maybe we oughta
crawl under a bed.

You do as you're told
and that's all you do.

What about the Nelson girl?
How's she takin' it?

She's takin' it the way
she'd be expected to take it.

She was supposed to marry
that Frank Gorman.

She's stayin' in her room.

She's keepin' the door locked
until that stage gets here.

I'm sure that poor girl
must be starvin', Mr. Maverick.

Maybe if I take her up
some tea and toast?

I don't think so, Mrs. Lyme.
She needs the rest.

I think she needs
sleep more than food.

Well, I thought
she looked a might peaked

gettin' off of that stage
yesterday.

She's probably
comin' down with a cold.

'Terrible, a young thing
like that travelin' by herself.'

'I tell you, she gets to Denver'

she ought to have a good rest
in a nice hotel.

That's an excellent idea.

I'll, uh, tell her.

Come on, deal the cards.

[mumbling]

Bet five.

- On a miserable seven?
- This is my lucky night, boy.

Put up or shut up.

You're bluffin'.
I'll just up that to ten.

I'll make it 20.

Well, like I say,
this is my lucky night.

[gunshot]

I'm sorry, gentlemen,
but don't be alarmed.

'After I've explained..'

You can explain that?

Have a look at that,
Mr. Maverick.

Smith's real name
was Woody Durst.

Escaped prisoner
while waiting execution

for the murder of a Missouri
bank teller six months ago.

You still didn't have
to kill him.

You could've put a gun on him,
tied him and kept him here.

Durst had nothing to lose.
He'd gone for his gun.

I had to think of your safety.

Stop it!

'Stop it!'

You animal!

You animal!

I'm gonna kill you.

I'm going to kill you
like you killed Mr. Sunday..

And Frank.

Get the gun.

No, no.
Hold it, Dave.

Now put your gun away, Dave.
Put it away.

Move over by pa.

What are you gonna
do with them, pa?

That's what I thought.

She's right, ma.
You know that? She's right.

You know that, pa?
We're just animals.

- Just animals, all of us.
- That's enough.

- Hold it, Dave.
- Dirk, listen to me.

You can't go against
your own blood.

My own blood?

I hate my own blood.
Don't you understand, ma?

I've got to kill him
or I've gotta kill myself.

No, Dirk, don't!

Ma. Ma. Ma!

That kind of boy
you just don't need, mister.

Now, uh, supposin'
I just kinda take his place..

'...on everything.'

Including all that money.

They'll, uh, kill us too,
won't they, Mr. Maverick?

I'm not much of a mind reader.

Well, I know
they'll kill us, but I..

I just can't figure out why
they haven't done it already.

They've got a few bodies to get
rid of before they get to us.

If we could just do something.

If you've got any ideas, ma'am

this is no time
to hold them back.

What are you,
what are you doing?

If I knew myself, I'd be
the first one to tell you.

Can you see those bottles
up there in the shelf?

(Laura)
'Yes.'

What are they doing?

Each time you do that they mo..

They move.

That's just what I wanted
to hear you say.

[panting]

[horse neighing]

- Oh!
- Shh!

- You do know how to ride.
- No, not very well.

Well, you're about to improve.
This one's yours.

Stay where you are, both of you.

Bart!

Bart, don't leave me!

Don't leave me.

(Dave)
'Pa, be reasonable.'

'You can't expect us
to track him at night.'

We don't even know
which way he went.

Don't you see
what we're up against?

We don't find him quickly,
every lawmen in the territory...

Nero, be quiet.

Medicine Forks is the nearest
town. He's sure to go there.

You must catch up
with him before he...

Hold on a minute.

When he was tellin' me
and Smith about you

he said, in case of trouble,
head off to Denver stage.

And by warnin' the passengers on
it, we get all the help we need.

Of course.

Of course. You gotta get
to that stage ahead of him.

You've learned there's
goin' to be a holdup

and you've ridden out
to warn 'em.

That way, Mr. Maverick
will be shot on sight.

In fact..

You make sure of it.

Not for me, Mrs. Lyme.
Don't fancy them big guns.

I reckon these babies
will do me just fine.

You get up.

Come with me.

Whoa!

- Dave Lyme, ain't it?
- That's right, Joe.

What're you doin' out here?

Tryin' to keep you from
maybe gettin' killed.

What?

Got wind of a plan for a holdup,
fella name of Maverick.

Oughta be showin' up any minute.

One man? All by himself?

Well, he ain't
what you call too bright.

How many passengers
you carryin', Joe?

Just the reverend here
and his daughter.

I reckon we'd better ride
in the coach.

Kinda surprise that fella
Maverick when he shows up.

Maybe one of you
oughta ride up here.

That might scare him off.

We wouldn't want that
to happen now, would we?

No.

Ho!

No sign of him.

Then he's headed
for Medicine Forks.

Go tell your ma
to start packin'.

[gunshot]

Nobody move.

Uh, now, you in the coach,
please come out.

- And the rest of you, hurry up.
- There ain't anymore, mister.

Now, listen to me.

These three men are killers.

'You'll get the rest
of the story later.'

'Driver, you hop down
and get their guns.'

[dramatic music]

Alright, drop it, both of you.

You too, cowboy.
Drop that spare.

Get over there by the stage.
Come on, move.

[horses galloping]

(sheriff)
Ho! Drop the gun.

You just can't seem
to keep out of trouble.

This trouble,
I didn't make, sheriff.

It's a long story

but if you've got the time
I'd be only too happy to..

Bart.

We come out here
to pick up a killer

Sam Overman told us about.

A man named Durst,
passin' hisself off as Smith.

Durst is dead, sheriff.

'But I can give you four others
to take his place.'

(Bart) 'I figured McKenna
would remember'

'what I said about the stage.'

My best chance was to double
back here, sneak that rifle

and wait for the stage to arrive

hoping to get some help
from the passengers.

You're what I call a thinker,
Mr. Maverick.

That's the nicest thing anybody
has ever said about me, sheriff.

Well, there's almost 30,000.

Be a while, I reckon, before
we find out how many folks

the Lymes killed for it.

If you want to claim
your 8000, Miss Nelson

'you'll have to ride back
to Medicine Forks with us.'

Of course.

Sheriff, do you mind
if I ride back with you?

What for? You ain't
figurin' on no reward, eh?

No, nothing like that.

If it's all the same to you

I'd like to get back to the
four aces you took away from me.

[laughing]

♪ 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 a 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 a legend
of the west ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend
of the west ♪♪