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- Bret, you gotta get out of here fast. - Why?

I just made a call at the Webster farm.

A stranger stopped me and asked me if you were in Sundown.

I said yes before I knew who he was.

Who was he?

John Wesley Hardin.

I never figured he'd find me way down here.

Well, he has and he's gunning for you.

Now, generally speaking, Mr. Maverick...

I'd insist on the pleasure of gunning you.

But for strong personal reasons, I think I'll let Wes Hardin do it for me.

I gotta stop running sometime, Red.

I guess I got no choice but to face him.

Maverick.

Starring James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Bros.

Well, here we are, folks.

Thank you.

Driver, who is that girl forcing us off the road like that?

We could've all been killed.

Well, that's Carrie Christianson.

You know, the last time, she won the race.

I'm Bret Maverick. I didn't know Jed had a grown daughter.

We Christiansons are full of surprises.

Hop in, Mr. Maverick.

Isn't there a safer way to get to the Molly-O?

You could walk. It's only 9 miles.

No, thanks. Do you mind if I drive?

- What's the matter, are you scared? - Yeah.

- Hah! - Bye, Red.

Turn right at the corner.

Mr. Maverick, my daddy's been kind of skittish about horses...

ever since he was thrown.

I don't think he'd take too kindly to the idea of me racing the stage into town.

- How is his leg? - Oh, it's better.

Would you mind telling him I was waiting here...

all prim and ladylike when the coach arrived?

Your father and I have been friends for a long time.

It wouldn't be right to lie to him.

I'll bet that girl forgot all about it.

I should've gone myself.

All the riding you're going to do for the next week is right in this wheelchair.

There they are.

Now, take it easy now, Jed.

- Hey, Maverick! - Hold it, Jed.

- Bret, how are you? - Hi, Jed.

I thought the old rocking chair would get you.

I didn't think it'd be a wheelchair.

You ought to see the horse. Ha-ha-ha.

Oh, Doc Baxter, Bret Maverick.

- Hi, doc. - Pleasure, Bret.

This girl on time to pick you up?

She was waiting for me when I came in.

All prim and ladylike.

Come on inside. Let's have a drink.

- Hello, Doctor Baxter. - Hello, Carrie.

Do you remember?

No, Carrie, over this side.

To cross the wide prairie

Carrie, I told you not to do this.

You old rascal.

What you think of a man that'll go a hundred miles out of his way...

to drop in on an old friend?

Oh, I'll try and figure something fitting, Jed.

- How long can you stay, Bret? - Thursday.

I'm off on the next stage.

- No longer than that? - That's it.

- Eh. - Ooh, I forgot...

that's one vice you don't have. Here. Ha-ha.

I guess you'll wanna clean up.

Carrie, take him upstairs and show him his room.

Thanks, Jed.

It won't work, Jed.

Yeah, you wait and see.

You can lead a horse to water. Can't make him drink.

You can be pretty sure that he will. That's the way I feel about this.

We'll start in by making a bet...

that he won't be on that stagecoach Thursday.

Maybe he won't, but it still won't do you any good.

What's the big hurry, Bret? Leadville will still be there.

In this part of the country, how can you be sure?

Leadville's just starting to boom.

That's the time when the games are big and loose.

And with only a stake of $79?

I'll start in small games.

And faith and perseverance will get me into the big ones.

Suppose your luck's bad.

Jed, only one man in a hundred plays poker with any regard for the odds.

Luck's important only when you sit down with men who play as tight as you do.

When I find that out, I quit.

It's gambling.

Why don't you pour a brandy for your old broken-down friend? He, he.

Fine brandy and good cigar don't taste the same...

when there ain't nobody to share them with.

I can't tell you what it means your being here, Bret.

Well, someday when I get thrown from a horse...

you can share my brandy and cigars.

If I have any.

Bret, I've been searching my mind for a way to say thanks.

And I think I've stumbled on something.

You can lose, even to a bad player, can't you?

They play for luck, sometimes they get it.

Then you'd be a lot safer going into Leadville with some real money.

Sad but true.

Sundown's off the beaten track, but they have heard of poker.

There's one good game in town.

Game's not very loose, but it is big. Minimum buy-in is $500.

Which is a little bit over my head.

I'll stake you the 500.

We'll split the take.

Now, you said this wasn't a loose game. I could lose.

They're good poker players, all right.

I've got a hunch you're better.

I don't want you to leave Thursday.

All right, Jed.

You just invested in a poker player.

Hey, get off that horse!

You heard me, get off! That's my horse.

Sorry, your father told me to take my pick.

You picked the wrong one. Mine.

You can have this one.

Nice of you not to make me walk.

Don't you want some company riding into town?

I thought I heard your father tell you not to go into town.

Did you always do everything your daddy told you to do...

when you were a little boy?

I'll bet he told you not to gamble.

When I was 6 years old, my pappy took my brother and me into a saloon.

They were playing Red Dog and chuck-a-luck and Wheel of Chance.

"Son," he said, "this is what's called gambling.

Stay away from it. Games like this, you don't stand a chance.

As long as you live, stick to poker."

- Sounds like a wonderful pappy. - So is yours.

Well, if young ladies did everything that their fathers wanted them to do...

they wouldn't have any fun out of life, now, would they?

Come on, I'll race you into town.

Three-to-one odds.

No, thank you, I'll stick to poker.

Come in.

- Is he here yet? - Who's that?

Oh, it's a friend of my father's.

Well, if he was a friend of my father's, he'd sure be a friend of mine mighty quick.

Come on in, Red.

Who is that who rode up with you?

Bret Maverick. He's staying with us for a while.

Oh? For how long?

- I mean, what's he doing around here? - I haven't any idea.

How come you met the stage yesterday, honey?

- What's the matter with one of the hands? - Red, you're jealous.

Now, if I was jealous, I'd be out there busting him to pieces.

Come on, now, what's he doing here?

If we were married, I'd give you the key to my diary. How about it?

There's some nice pages in there you might like to read.

About you and me.

Don't start that again. You know I'm right.

- But you're not right. Don't you...? - I don't wanna argue about it anymore.

We get married, your father throws you off the ranch, and leaves it...

to that lily brother of yours.

Then where would we be?

Together like we ought to be.

I told you we're gonna wait. I don't wanna talk about it anymore.

All right, then we won't talk about Mr. Maverick anymore.

I raise you 50.

Hold it, Mr. Maverick.

He stumbled back there. May have picked up a pebble.

No, it seems all right.

I'll buy you a drink.

All right.

My father tells me you aren't leaving Thursday.

Yeah, it looks that way. We got a little business proposition going.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry, but you're wasting your time.

I wouldn't say that. We're already $180 ahead.

You expect me to believe that's why you're staying, to play poker?

Why not?

The only hand my father wants you to hold is mine.

But it won't work.

I find you completely resistible.

I don't know what you're talking about. Do you?

- You mean he didn't tell you? - Tell me what?

That I'm in love with a simply terrible man. Red Hardigan?

And that I wanna marry him?

Well, why should he?

Well, aren't you supposed to sweep me off my feet?

Turn my head, make me realize that Red's not the man for me?

Well, it sounds like a nice job, but it wasn't offered to me.

No?

Well, that's why he kept you here.

- You sure of that? - I know it.

What's your dad got against this...? Hardigan, is it?

Only one thing.

He doesn't have any money.

At least he and I are starting off even.

You're not starting off at all, Mr. Maverick. That's the whole point.

Well, if that's what I was hired for, don't

you think I owe your dad at least an effort?

Men do hate to be told they're resistible, don't they?

Only if it's convincing.

- And I wasn't? - No.

Don't take it too poorly, Mr. Maverick.

But I still find you completely resistible.

And I'm still not convinced.

Let's go home.

Everything all right?

- All fine. We're 180 ahead. - Good.

Here's your 90.

And the 500 you staked me too.

I'm gonna move on the way I planned, Jed.

Wait a minute, you agreed to stay.

Well, that was before I found out why you wanted me to.

She's a real nice girl, Jed.

But I promised my pappy that on my 38th birthday...

I'd look around for a wife, get married and raise 12 Mavericks.

- That's a long way off. - I don't know what you're talking about.

Then you won't mind if I catch the next stage.

All right, Bret. All right.

I was desperate.

This fella Carrie has got herself tangled up with is no-good...

worthless, coward, and a bully.

Well, why don't you just have a talk with him? Scare him off.

The smell of this ranch and my money is making him brave.

He's got Carrie fooled. I was hoping getting to know you...

and finding out what a real man was like, it'd straighten her out.

Well, I feel for you, Jed, but that's a little out of my line.

Well, I didn't expect her to marry you, Bret.

But had it worked out that way, I'd have been mighty pleased and delighted.

Jed, I thought you were a better judge of character.

Bret, you don't know what it's like bringing up a girl all alone.

If Molly was here, she'd know what to do.

Give it time. It'll work out.

When I think of all the plans Molly and I had for those two kids...

Look at them now.

The boy back East, a piano player.

Carrie with not enough sense to spot a no-good liar when she sees one.

Well, Jed, maybe she'll see it before it's too late.

Take a handful.

Doubt if you'll find cigars like that in Leadville.

Well, I'll have a supply shipped in from Cuba.

I hope you're right.

You know, Bret, I hate to see you start with such small stakes.

How'd you like to sweeten your poke with $1000?

All I have to do is stick around another week, is that it?

No. Just long enough to lay out five pat poker hands.

You told me once you could do it with any 25 cards.

- Still think you can? - Well, not every time.

Forty-nine times out of 50 is a conservative guess.

What are you trying to do? Lose money to me?

No, win some.

You're too sure of yourself.

My pappy invented the game, Jed. Maverick solitaire.

Thousand dollars says you can't lay out three times running.

What odds do you give me?

Three times in a row ought to be 16-to-1, settle for 5-to-1.

All right, you got yourself a deal.

Soon as I get a hold of $5000.

But if you lose, you can owe it to me.

- Are you serious about this? - I'm never more serious about anything.

I've never owed anybody any money in my life.

And I don't intend to begin now.

So I guess I'll just have to win. Shuffle them good, Jed.

I'd have bet 20-to-1.

That's a good thing you didn't.

Bret, you owe me $5000 and you haven't got it, is that right?

Make a deal with you.

You stay on a week from Thursday and you don't owe me a cent.

You don't ever give up, do you?

What did you do? Ring in a stacked deck?

Now, Bret.

Go ahead, search me. Go ahead.

If you find another deck on me, you win the bet.

Tell you what.

You stay on, you don't owe me a cent.

The thousand dollars is yours. What do you say?

Shame on you, Jed. It's a mean, lowdown, dirty trick to play on your daughter.

If you think I'm going along with it, if you

think I'd have anything to do with that...

you're right.

Well, there you are.

I'll be through shopping in a couple of hours, Mr. Maverick.

I'll meet you back here.

Thanks ever so much for driving me into town.

Well, I guess I'll just have to deal myself a winning hand.

It's about time.

Let's go, doc.

- Hello, Red. - Hello, doc.

I'm Red Hardigan. You mind if I pull up a chair?

- All it takes is $500. - Oh, I never play cards with strangers.

I just wanted to have a little talk with you.

Carrie tells me you're staying on a while.

Mm-hm.

I'll open for 50.

There's something you ought to know about me.

Something that no one around here knows except maybe Carrie.

I got a weakness.

A real bad weakness.

I'm a jealous man. There's nothing I can do about it.

It just sort of takes me over and my stomach starts churning and...

Well, I do things I don't hardly remember when it's over.

Well, we all have our problems. I was trying to run these gentlemen out.

Two of them called me.

I'll take three cards.

You know, you have a kind face.

Can tell by looking at you, you're not the sort who'd wish trouble on anyone.

So why don't you help me fight this thing?

I'd be much obliged if you'd be on that stage leaving tomorrow.

Can I count on that, now, Mr. Maverick?

I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Hardigan, but I plan to stay another week.

I could have sworn you weren't the sort to let a man suffer.

And I'm liable to do something bad. Something against my will.

Won't you think it over?

Thinking things over never hurt anybody, did it?

You have no idea how good that makes me feel.

And I just know you're gonna come to the right decision.

You don't know him, Maverick.

He's mean. I wouldn't fool with him if I were you.

I don't intend to.

I know of at least two men he's killed.

- Hello, Mr. Christianson. - Eh.

There you go.

- Your carriage awaits. - Give it to somebody who needs it.

On second thought, why walk when you can ride?

I think I'll drop over and see Susie while you're at the bank.

I'll need my driver.

We'll go to the bank, then we'll both go see Susie.

Red, he's no more leaving on that stage than you are.

Thanks, Al.

You're gonna have another passenger. I want you to wait for him.

We're leaving in three minutes, Red.

Look, he'll be here. You wait for him.

It'll cost you 20 to see.

- Aces up. - Your stage is waiting for you, Maverick.

- You selling tickets? - No, but you're buying one.

- I am? - Yes, indeed.

You being an understanding soul, and one that don't like violence.

Let's get out of here, Maverick. We don't want any trouble.

You're right, doc. Not that kind.

Here, doc!

Hit him, Red. Come on, boy! Hit him, yeah.

Come on. MAN 2: Get him, man.

Come on, get him, boy.

Hit him, Red. Come on, boy.

Come on. MAN 4: Come on, hit him.

Come on, get him, boy. - Come on.

- Carrie. MAN 1: Come on. Again, boy.

Get him! MAN 7: That's right! That's right!

Come on, get him! - Come on.

Come on!

Come on, Red! Come on! MAN 7: Come on.

Get up, Red. Get up, Red!

That's right! MAN 1: Come on, Red. Come on, boy.

Hit him again, boy. Let's go. - That's right. That's right.

Hit him up, Red. Hit him up, Red.

Come on!

You boys carry him over to my office.

Carrie, come back here.

Oh, Bret.

Yeah.

I've just played 12 ends of Maverick solitaire without a miss.

Still can't understand it.

Looking at you, a person would swear you never had a care in the world.

First time I've ever been able to make money...

just sitting around waiting till Thursday.

Bret, this thing's gone a little further than I intended. You better clear out.

And owe you $5000? No, thanks.

Oh, forget about that.

It's a pleasure to work off a debt this way.

And pick up a thousand dollars in the bargain.

I don't want any argument.

Red's a no-good coward, but he's better with a gun that any man I've ever seen.

I'm canceling the 5000.

You won it fair and square, and that's the way I'm playing it.

Bret, I switched decks on you.

Never did a thing like that before in my life.

Well, it's a relief to know that.

Oh, Jed, I...

I guess if I had a daughter in love with Red Hardigan...

I'd try a thing or two myself.

Glad you feel that way, Bret.

- Now, you better get started. - Leave?

Without that thousand dollars you put up?

- You don't expect that, do you? - Of course.

That thousand dollars wasn't part of the bet.

That was a bonus for staying over a week from Thursday.

Then I'm staying. That's our deal.

And if you hadn't have switched decks, I might have been more cooperative.

Wait a minute, you Maverick.

I wanna talk to you.

You're quite a man, aren't you? You hit him when he wasn't even expecting it.

If he had been expecting it, don't think I'd hit him.

I heard about it from half a dozen people. Some of them not even friends of Red's.

And that's why you did it, isn't it?

That's not how it happened.

You hit harder than I use my left.

Without any warning, he didn't even have a chance.

After I got rid of his gun, he didn't.

Well, next time he'll be ready. With a gun in his hand.

And it just happens that he is the best shot in this whole county.

How big a county is this?

Get a horse and find out. Take my pinto.

You aren't worried about me, are you, Carrie?

You happen to be a friend of my father's. I don't want my future husband killing you.

Oh, thanks, thanks.

The trouble is, I can't leave.

Why not?

Well, I'm involved in a big business deal.

A lot of money involved.

Oh. You put money ahead of everything, don't you?

No.

Well, there's breathing.

Well, maybe you ought to just keep that in mind.

Good thing it wasn't my right hand, doc.

This right hand's gonna bring you some business.

Well, that one's just bruised. Not too bad.

Might give a little trouble for four or five days.

What about this one? I could hardly sleep last night.

Well, I'll just get you some pills.

- Doc, I ju... - Shh, shh.

I told you to stay away from town.

There was $400 in that last pot. It's mine.

Thought you might have seen who picked it up.

Didn't you listen to what I said about Red? Get in.

What?

You heard me.

Take one of these every three hours.

- Well, what are they? - A medical preparation.

Oh.

What was all that?

It was Hardigan and he's gunning for you.

That's a nice young man Carrie picked out for herself.

You come on. I wanna show something.

Just a minute.

Now, how good a shot are you?

Oh, about average, I guess.

Well, let's see what your idea of average is.

Think you can hit that pie plate before it gets to the ground?

- I don't know. - Stand there.

Now, if I can't talk you into getting away from here and Red Hardigan...

maybe I can demonstrate that you should.

Are you ready?

You're average, all right.

You stay back here and I'll show you what Hardigan can do.

Say, Red.

Maybe I should've taped up your right hand.

- Doesn't bother me a bit. - Well, you never can tell. Let's test it.

It's been quite a spell since you've tried this.

Anytime you're ready, doc.

Are you ready?

That money that was left on the floor yesterday belonged to me. Can I have it?

You won't be needing it, friend.

Get away from him, doc.

Now, you edge over a little bit, Mr. Maverick.

I don't wanna get a bill for that mirror.

I'd sure like to oblige you, Red, but...

You were lucky. He got it on the right hand.

He's the one who's lucky.

But your luck won't last.

The day that bandage comes off...

- When's that gonna be, doc? - It would take at least a week.

- A week? - It's in pretty bad shape.

Didn't seem to hurt bad when he rode into town this morning.

I saw him tie up his horse real good with both hands.

Well, that means it ain't sprained or broke.

So the doc says a week, huh?

Well, I'm not a bloodthirsty man, Mr. Maverick.

I'll give you till Monday.

Your hand better be well by then.

You know, Red, you just might be right.

I'm always right, Lily, babe.

Old man Christianson brought him in here to knock Carrie right off her feet.

That old man sure doesn't know much about women.

But then what man does?

- Red here? - Yeah.

- What's the idea coming around here? - It's Carrie.

She wants to meet you at Susie's.

- Is she over there now? - Yes.

I told her you were at the stables.

Oh, good boy, Al.

I'll make you a little bet.

What?

I'll bet that you go right on seeing me after you marry her.

Well, you'll lose your money.

How much do you wanna bet?

I better get over there.

I'm gonna ask you to do something for me.

I thought so. You mean you're gonna ask me not to do something.

Well, what good will it do? Suppose you kill him?

What do you mean suppose?

All right, you will kill him.

You're worried about a man you claim means nothing to you.

He doesn't, Red, not a thing.

What's he doing around here, hanging around town for?

I don't know. SUSIE: Carrie.

Your father's here.

You better go out the back way, Red. - Yeah.

Oh, wait, the only reason he's coming is because he knows I'm here.

- I better stay. - Well, I'm not staying.

I only like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

- Now, Papa, before you say anything... - You keep quiet, Carrie.

I don't have to ask you how long this has been going on. I know.

It was my idea.

- If you'd let Red come to the ranch... - That'll be the day.

I don't know why you feel this way about me, Mr. Christianson.

Oh, yes, you do.

You've known ever since you were a dirty-nosed kid...

stealing candy from Mrs. Briggs.

I never saw you work, Red.

Well, maybe a little at roundup time.

Who takes care of you? Your friends?

I won't pretend it hasn't taken me longer

than most to get ready to settle down, but...

Well, I'm ready now.

Well, that's fine.

I'll tell you a good way to start.

Bret Maverick's a guest of mine.

He won't be going Tuesday, but he will a few days after that.

I want you to leave him alone.

What's he been telling you, Mr. Christianson? That I started this?

That Bret Maverick's quite a man, getting you to come here and beg for mercy.

You got the wrong one pegged for a coward, Carrie.

What do you mean by that?

I mean, you're the coward, Red.

- Is that clear enough for you? - No one calls me that.

- Somebody just did. - If you weren't Carrie's...

- Stop it, both of you. - Don't stand in his way.

This will speed things up.

The sooner he gets rid of me, he could get you and the Molly-O.

Let's get out of here, Red.

No, I don't wanna cause any trouble between you and your father, Carrie.

So I'll go.

You've got me wrong, Mr. Christianson.

One of these days you'll realize it was Maverick that started all this, not me.

I've had about enough of this. Just because you don't like Red.

Carrie, can't you see what he's up to?

If he was any kind of a man, he'd marry you whether I was for it or not.

He's thinking of me.

I'd go anywhere with him, but he won't have it that way.

He wants to wait till...

Till I die.

He knows that if you married him now, I'd turn you out and never see you again.

Honey, believe me, he wants the Molly-O a lot worse than he wants you.

There's nothing you can say that's gonna make me change my mind.

I love him and I'm going to marry him.

Carrie.

- Have you seen Maverick? - Why?

I've got news for him, bad news.

You have, huh? Heh.

He's in the saloon.

Come on.

Bret, you gotta get out of here fast.

- Why? - I just made a call at the Webster farm.

A stranger stopped me and asked me if you were in Sundown.

I said yes before I knew who he was.

Well, who was he?

John Wesley Hardin.

I never figured he'd find me way down here.

Well, he has and he's gunning for you.

Well, now generally speaking, Mr. Maverick,

I'd insist on the pleasure of gunning you.

But for strong personal reasons, I think I'll let Wes Hardin do it for me.

What's he got against you, Bret?

I played poker with him. He's a bad loser.

Well, so am I, so don't you try running.

Because I ain't gonna let you.

I gotta stop running sometime, Red.

I guess I got no choice but to face him.

Now, what about that, sheriff?

Are you gonna stand by and let Hardin kill this man?

You heard what he said.

If two men want a fair fight, I got no cause to interfere.

Of course, if Maverick got shot in the back while running out of town...

I've gotta arrest somebody.

Well, a man's entitled to some protection.

If he asks for protection, he'll get it.

Now, what about Hardin? Isn't he a wanted man?

Not in this territory.

As far as I know, he's just a man with a big reputation.

A man asked me to give you a message. John Wesley Hardin.

Wants to know if you're coming out or if you want him to come in after you.

Come on out. There's gonna be a gunfight! John Wesley Hardin!

Come on out. There's gonna be a gunfight! John Wesley Hardin!

You've gotta get back. There's gonna be a gunfight.

Come on, boys, we don't wanna miss this.

That's John Wesley Hardin.

It was an accident. You can't fan a gun and hit anything.

Three bullets, right through the heart.

I'll carry him in, doc. It's the least I can do.

Fanning that way and he hit the mark all three times.

Put him right over there.

Mean-looking cuss, ain't he, doc?

Could've taken it a little easier.

Here, lie down there.

Somebody might be looking through the window.

I'm sorry, Maverick, but if they find out you're Bret's brother...

you'll both be dead for real.

Where is that other big gunslinger? Red Hardigan.

I might as well take care of him while I'm in the mood.

Where are you, Red?

Where's Red?

Where is he?

Eight hundred, nine hundred, a thousand.

There you are, Bret. You earned it.

Hope it brings you good luck in Leadville.

Thanks, Jed.

You know, like everybody else around here, I've never seen John Wesley Hardin.

But I did see your brother Bart once.

And Hardin looks an awful lot like him. At that distance.

You wouldn't have anything to say about that, would you?

Well, Jed, let me leave you with this word of advice.

If you ever meet up with a gunslinger, don't fan your gun.

Of course, I took the precaution to remove the lead before I shot him.

You were taking quite a chance.

After all, I knew Red was a coward. But you didn't.

Sometimes it frightens me what I'll do for money.

You rascal.

- Good luck. - Jed.

Goodbye, Mr. Maverick.

- And thanks. - For what?

You know.

The one thing I was sure of was that Red was a man and not a coward.

I was willing to overlook his other faults.

Well, I'm a cautious man myself...

and it was those other faults that bothered me.

You're not as cautious as you like to think.

Goodbye, Bret.

And you don't have to take the stage.

I'm afraid I do.

I had my pinto saddled. You're welcome to him.

- Well, how will I get him back? - You don't have to.

It's a present.

Goodbye, Bret.

Thanks.

Well, howdy, brother.

Howdy, John Wesley Hardin.

Looking mighty fit considering you were just dug up.

Suppose you dig up that 500.

I believe that's the sum mentioned in the telegram.

That's not worthy of you, Bart.

Your brother's life was hanging in the balance...

and all you're thinking about is $500.

No, Bret, that's not all I'm thinking about.

No, you're thinking about my 500 too.

Howdy.

This the way to Sundown? - Sure is.

- How far is it? BART: Oh, about 5 miles.

Is that the town where John Wesley Hardin was shot?

News travels fast.

Who done it?

A fella by the name of Bret Maverick.

Must be fast on the draw.

Heh. Like lightning.

I'm hankering to meet up with him.

You are? MAN: Yeah.

To prove that lightning never strikes twice in the same place.

I am John Wesley Hardin.

That's the way to Sundown, all right. Right down there. Ahem.

Yeah.