All language subtitles for Maverick S02E21

Jack Regan here
is gonna count to 10.

If you ain't on your horse
and riding out of this town...

when he finishes counting,
we're gonna shoot you down.

Are you sure he can count
all the way to 10, colonel?

Jack, show him. BRET: Colonel.

I kind of hate to say this,
but I guess I'm with him.

It's your funeral.

Go ahead, Jack, count.

One, two...

three, four, five...

Maverick.

Starring James
Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Bros.

From the entertainment
capital of the world...

produced for television
by Warner Bros.

Bernie?

Thank you.

You, uh... You boys come far?

We had quite a ride.
Came through the Brasada.

- Oh, see any Indians?
- We got ambushed by half a dozen of them.

My sidekick got killed.

So did the six Indians,
courtesy of Mr. Williams.

You staying long in Bent City?

- Depends on how things go.
- What kind of things?

- You're not homesteaders, are you?
- You ask a lot of questions.

Mister, don't get smart with me. I'm
asking questions because I wanna know.

I'm not just making
conversation.

He's a lawman, Waco.
Maybe he's just doing his job.

I'll ask you again. You're
planning on homesteading?

If we are?

Then none of the facilities at
this establishment are open to you.

Nor is anything
else in this town.

You don't say.

Don't worry about it.
We're not homesteading.

Mr. Williams is gonna meet a
man here and I'll be moving on.

Soon as I rest up.

Well, that's just fine. You've
answered my question.

You see, we've had a lot of
problems here in Bent City.

Sort of makes this
a nervous town.

Well, we're ought to get along
fine. I'm kind of a nervous man.

Dusty too. Do you mind?

Nice little town, Waco. I
think I'm gonna like it here.

- I thought you were headed for Denver.
- Oh, I was and I am, but I'm in no hurry.

Oh?

They play an awful
careless brand of poker here.

I'd never forgive myself if I just up
and left without trying to educate them.

For a price, of course.

Well, I'm glad you're staying.

Are you going out?

Oh, I thought I'd look the
town over, get a little air.

Remember, you're not a
homesteader and you're not a cattleman.

That way you
stay out of trouble.

Dear Bart, I'll be a little
late getting to Denver.

Met a man named Waco Williams.

And I have to stick close to him
for few days to net a quick $2500.

Tell you all about it
when I see you. Bret.

A flush. And you drew two cards.

Had a straight flush to draw to.
Figure I had to make one of them.

I'd rather have your luck
than a license to steal.

Well, you cleaned me, Karl.

I only hope the missus
doesn't ask too many questions.

Here.

Buy her a box of candy. Wouldn't
wanna walk away from here broke.

I couldn't take that.

Go ahead. You might wanna
play poker some other night.

Thank you, Karl.

- Is this an open game?
- Sit right down.

If that's your whole role, mister,
maybe you ought to try checkers.

Well, you know what
they say about a little acre.

Open for 20.

- Cards?
- I'll play these.

I'll take three.

Dealer takes one.

Fifty.

Call.

Into a pat hand?

You must have hit pretty hard.

Didn't help at all. I've still got
the same kings up I went in with.

How about you?

Tens up. Let's see those kings.

You're a hard man
to bluff, Maverick.

Aah, let's hold it up
a minute, shall we?

I'm not a suspicious man, but there
have been times when, uh, you played...

like you knew just what
cards were out against you.

- Sort of sets a man thinking.
- About what, Mr. Regan?

Tinhorn who came
here a year so ago.

He was a mighty
hard man to bluff too.

- You remember, Karl?
- Mm-hm.

Dressed about like you.

Same kind of coat,
as I remember it.

Only, uh, he had a cute little spring-clip
arrangement fastened on his forearm.

You wouldn't have one
of those, would you?

Well, to be honest
with you, Mr. Regan...

playing with you, I
wouldn't need a hold-out clip.

Well, I'd like to make sure that
all I have to beat is your good luck.

So, uh, why don't you take off
the coat and give us a look, huh?

That's not a bad idea.

No offense, Maverick,
but we don't know you.

And you have to admit, you've
had a pretty slick string of luck.

Luck hasn't had anything
to do with it, Mr. Bent.

And I like my coat on.

In other words, you
won't take it off, is that it?

I'm sure you have
nothing to hide. Take it off.

It'll make Mr. Regan feel better.
It'll make me feel better too.

But it'll make me feel real bad.

Karl, I think maybe he's got
something under that coat...

- he just doesn't want us to see.
- It does seem like it, doesn't it?

I don't see how we can let you take
those winnings with you, Mr. Maverick.

Doesn't look like you
earned them honestly.

Well, in that case,
I'll take my coat off.

If you gentleman
will do the same.

You just don't get the idea.

Take off the coat.

You better take it off, Maverick.
Jack takes his poker very seriously.

Put the gun away. There's
nothing under his coat.

- You stay out of this.
- Heh, forget it, Waco. It isn't important.

- Well, that gun makes it important.
- Now, wait. Here, look.

Nothing up my sleeves,
see? No hold-out clips.

Everybody happy?

- Well, what do you want?
- I'm waiting.

What for?

- For you to take your coats off.
- Waco.

I think you'd best get back
to the bar before I get mad.

Take them off.

Look, Waco, you coffee
is getting cold over there.

You know, you're gonna get
the trouble you're asking for.

I'm being as
reasonable as they are.

You took your
coat off, and they...

I don't like people who wave guns
around when there's no need for it.

You keep it until he's
old enough to handle it.

I don't think they'll give
you more trouble, huh?

Thanks, you've been a big help.

Hold it right there.

Now, just who are you anyhow?

I asked a question. You better
have the right answer, mister.

Somebody go get
Bernie or the sheriff.

Get over there with him.

And both of you unbuckle
your gun belts. Carefully.

- Who hired you two?
- No one.

We'll be gone in a day or two.

What are you here for?

You know, he didn't
even get me a word.

He just hauled off and hit me.

You're not planning
on doing that again?

- Don't get careless, slicker.
- You hit me when I wasn't looking.

- That makes us even.
- But I'm not finished with you.

Did you want me, Karl?

- You talk to these two when they came in?
- Yeah, I wasn't sure of them.

I am. Some of the
hotheads brought them in.

Lock them up. Find out who
they are, why they're here.

Keep them locked up
until you get the answer.

- What are you charging them with?
- Disturbing the peace.

Your chips will be cashed in and
the money given you, Maverick.

Thanks.

All right, let's go. The jail
is right across the street.

Give me those guns belts.

Don't go away, Mr. Bent.

Look, don't talk, just
walk, huh? Come on.

Now maybe we
can play some poker.

Do we get a lawyer or
someone to put up our bail?

Heh, mister, you ain't
gonna get bail or a lawyer.

Real sorry about that, but
that's the way it's gotta be.

Up to a month ago, there
was a war going on here.

Bent City was
in the middle of it.

That's all over with now, but I
wouldn't say things are free and easy.

I got a man to meet
here. I can't be in jail.

Well, I'm sorry about
that, but get inside, huh?

Keep a nice clean jail.

I want you to understand that
I have to stay here in town...

- and it can't be in a cell.
- All right, I understand.

- Good.
- Now, get inside, huh?

Oh, Waco, now, what
did you go and do that for?

When I was 5 years old, a
big kid made me eat some dirt.

I didn't like it and I haven't
had another bite of it since.

Give me a hand.

Waco, if you go back over there, I
might have to pick you up in a box.

Why don't we spend a
nice quiet evening in jail?

Tomorrow we'll talk
to Bent and the judge.

- Everything'll work itself out.
- Not unless we eat dirt.

- I told you how I feel about that.
- Waco.

That's a very
shortsighted point of view.

We all have to eat a little
dirt sometime. It's good for us.

Know why I didn't
mind taking off my coat?

Because Karl Bent has got
lots of money and I got none.

And he's a bad poker
player and I'm a good one.

Now, are you going over
there and kill my golden goose?

I don't reckon
it'll come to that.

Give me three.

Try it.

Now stand up, both
of you, and unbuckle.

You.

Let's see how hard you can
hit without a gun helping you.

- Out.
- Now, wait a minute.

I said, out.

Let him have it!

Come on, get up.
Come on, come on.

Come on, get up. - Come on.

Come on, get up, get up.
- Get up, boy.

Come on, Karl, come on.

Come on, Karl! MAN 3: Come on!

- Come on, come on.
- Thattaboy, come on.

Come on, come on,
come on, get him!

Oh, Miss Bent, Karl is
getting an awful beating.

Do you want us to stop it?

No, let them go.

- Come on, boy.
- Get up there, Karl.

Come on, get him, get him.
- Come on, get him, Karl.

Get him, boy, come on.
Get in there and get him.

Come on, boy.

Ow.

Come on, get him.

Get in there. Get him, get him.

Come on, come on.

Get him, boy. MAN 4: Come on.

Some of you men get
my brother to the doctor.

Oh, you were terrific.

That right hand really put him down.
I knew he wouldn't get up after that.

I don't know what started this.

But knowing my brother, I'd
say he probably had it coming.

You beat him up and
you did a good job.

Now let me give you
a little friendly advice.

Get out of town
while you're still alive.

Kind of pretty, ain't she?

It's taking a little
longer than I expected.

It's because I have to keep
Waco Williams alive to get it.

You won't understand,
but that's not easy.

- Morning, Maverick. Sleep well?
- No, I didn't sleep well.

- Too bad.
- You know why I didn't sleep well?

I kept jumping for my gun
every time I heard a board creak.

You worry too much.

- Waco, how old are you?
- Twenty-six.

It's a miracle. If you want
to live another 26 years...

you better learn some basic
principles from your old Uncle Bret.

Williams, Maverick.

- I'm the sheriff here.
- What kept you?

- Sit down, have a cup of coffee.
- Why not?

I hear you had yourself
a busy night last night.

You've got kind of a busy town.

- A little hard on my deputy.
- I didn't want to be.

By the looks of it, you're a
cattleman. This is cattle country.

Has been since men like Colonel
Bent took it from the Indians.

Now, why would you be
siding with the rustlers, hm?

We're not siding
with anybody, sheriff.

Just trying to mind
our own business.

- Rustlers? SHERIFF:
That's right, rustlers.

Cutting up the range, fencing
off water, plowing up the grass.

Sounds more like farmers.

Ninety percent of the crops
they raise are stolen beef.

Now the new law gives
them 160 acres free.

But they got the idea
the cattle are free too.

After some ranches
lost a few hundred head...

some homesteaders'
barns got burned.

Then some cowhands
got bushwhacked.

Then a few months ago, we
suddenly had a war on our hands.

Well, things have been
quiet now for several weeks.

But any little thing
can set it off again.

You got yourself a problem,
sheriff, but we're not a part of it.

Oh, yes, you are, hm?
You ride into this town...

and knock my deputy unconscious
after he's made a legitimate arrest...

drag Karl Bent out in the middle of
the street and beat him half to death.

Now, if you get away with it,
that will set everything off again.

It's still nice and quiet.

You just wait and see what
happens. I'll tell you what that is.

You're both leaving Bent
City and leaving it fast.

That sounds fair
enough, sheriff.

My business will more than likely
be finish today. I'll be riding on.

I wasn't elected sheriff
because of my sweet disposition.

I'm a hired gun.

- Tait's the name. Maybe you heard it.
- Think I have.

You'll be riding out now
or getting buried later.

Take your choice.

- He's just doing his job, Waco.
- I don't think so.

He just said, I get out of town
or he'll kill me. Right, sheriff?

Boils down to that.

I'm a reasonable man, Mr. Tait.

Naturally if I thought you
could kill me I wouldn't stay.

But I think we
ought to make sure.

Let's step outside.

Wait.

Ain't we a little old for games?

Oh, this isn't a game, sheriff.

It might be the most serious
thing you've done in a long time.

Now, you take the one
on the right. Draw anytime.

You knock the coin off the bottle
before I do, I'll leave town right now.

Does that allow
me to stay, sheriff?

I reckon I figured
right, didn't I?

Rustlers hired you.

Nobody hired me for anything.
I'm here on private business.

I won't bother anyone
if no one bothers me.

I tried to do you
a favor, Williams.

Now you have Colonel
Bent to deal with.

He ain't polite like I am.

Waco, I've never seen a
man do so many things wrong.

- Have you ever been in a Gulf hurricane?
- No.

Well, it's the big pine trees and the
thick oak trees that get uprooted first.

The palm trees are smart.
They give with the wind.

That sounds like pretty
good advice, for trees.

They live a long time.

Colonel, that man is the
fastest gun I've ever seen.

He made me look like
I clean forgot to draw.

Are you telling me he
refused to get out of town?

- Right.
- You're sheriff. You should've shot him.

- Like you beat him up last night?
- It's not the same thing.

- Get out. This is none of your business.
- Why not?

If this Williams can
come into town...

and make a laughingstock out of my brother
and defy my father, shouldn't it be?

I saw him last night, sheriff. I'm
not surprised that he's hard to handle.

Now, go on, Kathy.
We'll talk about it later.

Tait.

You were hired to enforce
the law around here.

All of a sudden, you're
not doing it. Why?

I told you why.

I'm not fast enough and I
don't know of anybody who is.

Now, if you want him out of the way,
he's gonna have to be bushwhacked.

And neither you or me
will do a thing like that.

I was right, wasn't
I? They did hire him.

He's the kind of man I'd hire.

Until last night, the decent people
around here had the battle won.

You think I'm gonna let a
gunslinger start it up again?

Last night, this man assaulted
your deputy and broke jail.

Makes no difference whether
he rated arrest in the first place.

He broke the law and broke
it good in anybody's book.

And if that's not bad
enough, he took my son...

and made a clown out of him in front
of half the rustlers in this territory.

I know what'll happen
if he gets away with it.

The range will be
finished. They'll laugh

at us in every hut from
here to the Rockies.

I'm not listening to
excuses. This is your job.

You take care of
it or you're through.

Well, you fixed me up
real good, didn't you, junior?

When are you gonna learn
that a man fights his own battles?

Who's gonna take care of
you after your pa is gone, hmm?

Your sister?

Gentlemen, deal me out.

Hi. You walking again?

Well, I don't play poker, so I have
to get exercise some other way.

- Oh, you got another one of those?
- Are you taking up smoking?

- Heh, keeps the mosquitoes away.
- There's no mosquitoes around here.

Then I'll save it.

- Howdy, Mr. Perkins.
- Hello, Mr. Williams.

- I guess nobody's been asking for me.
- No, not yet.

But don't worry, I
remember what you told me.

I'll be beholden to you.

Blackie?

Blackie?

Did you see who it was?

Yeah, I saw him.

What's going on here?

Who did this?

- You?
- I saw it, sheriff.

Somebody with a riffle
tried to bushwhack Waco.

- Hit this man instead.
- He's right, sheriff.

I was right down the street.

- Where were you, Williams?
- Right over there.

- What you were doing out there?
- Taking a walk.

- Did you see who it was?
- Karl Bent.

Oh, you don't expect me to
believe that, coming from you.

Bent murdered this
man. Gonna bring him in?

On your say-so, heh?

Anybody else see
who fired the shot?

If I tried to bring Karl Bent to trial
just because you accused him...

this town would blow
up all over the territory.

You're accusing a cowman
of killing a plow-pusher.

On an identification
you made in the dark.

Besides, a jury of cattleman
would never convict him.

Jury of rustlers, they'd hang
him for spitting on the sidewalk.

Sheriff's right, Waco.

You can't make it stick no
matter how sure you are.

All right, sheriff.

Karl Bent tried to kill me.
Take a message to him.

Tell him as long as I'm in Bent
City, not to show his face in town.

If he does, I'll kick him so hard he'll
spend the rest of his life standing up.

If he doesn't want to run,
I'm kill him. You tell him that.

Be glad to.

Well, boys, give
me a hand with him.

Are you saying I
ordered that done?

William says it was Karl.

What kind of people
does he think we are?

You tell me the truth, son.

- Was it you?
- Of course not.

- Where were you tonight, Karl?
- None of your business where he was.

- If he said it wasn't him, it wasn't.
- I don't mind.

I was with Carmen Sanchez,
and you can check with her.

Oh, that's real nice. She'd swear you could
walk on the ceiling if you asked her to.

That's enough, Tait.

No Bent ever stooped
to bushwhacking.

Well, since I just quit as your sheriff, I
guess it's none of my business anyhow.

Besides, that's just part
of what I came here for.

I've got a message
for Karl from Williams.

He says you're to
keep out of Bent City.

If you show your face in
town again, he'll kick you out.

- Or kill you.
- He said what?

Just that.

I've taken a lot off of him...

because I didn't wanna see any
more blood spilled around here.

But if he thinks he can move
into the town I built and named...

and then tell my
son to stay out of it...

Karl, go get Jack Regan
and some of the hands.

- Evening, Mr. Menzies.
- Hello, Mr. Williams.

- I guess nobody's been asking for me yet.
- Not as far as I know.

It don't look to me like he's gonna
show up, this, uh, friend of yours.

He'll show up.

Looks like somebody's in for it.

Williams, Waco Williams,
come on out of there.

Are you coming out, or
we come in and get you?

Williams.

You wanna see me?

So you're Waco Williams?

I expected more.

Well, if you're Colonel
Bent, I expected less.

Where's your horse?

- Over there.
- All right.

Jack Regan here
is gonna count to 10.

If you ain't on your horse
and heading out of town...

by the time he
finishes counting...

we're gonna shoot you down.

Well?

Are you sure he can count
all the way to 10, colonel?

Jack, show him.

One, two...

three, four, five...

six, seven...

When he hits 10, you're gonna
be a dead man, Colonel Bent.

And your son, the one
who likes back-shooting.

And then the one
doing the counting.

Go ahead, talk big,
and we'll bury you big.

Jack, count.

- Four...
- You already been there.

Seven, eight...

Colonel.

I kind of hate to say this...

- but I guess I'm with him.
- It's your funeral.

Go ahead, Jack, count.

Eight...

nine...

ten.

Get a doctor for this man.

Regan's dead. So is young Bent.

Well, I never figured he'd hang.

Doc says it'll be
touch-and-go for the old man.

What happened to you?

- Why didn't you see the doctor?
- He had his hands full.

You're a lucky fool, Waco, taking
on that many men single-handed.

What do you mean, single-handed?
I know you were back there.

You've been watching over
me like a mother hen, heh.

And you claim to be
out just for yourself.

It's true, Waco.

I only joined your
fight because I figured

those horses start
rearing at the first shot.

And who can shoot
straight from a rearing horse?

Of course, accidents
will happen. Scary, isn't it?

Maverick, I guess you're the only
person in the world would be insulted...

if someone called
him a good man.

Not insulted, embarrassed.

Every rustler you ran out of the valley
is coming back. They think you're licked.

Williams is the big hero.

They're even talking of
running him for sheriff.

Heh, let him. He can't win.

He can if some of the cowboys
and storekeepers vote for him.

- And I think a lot of them will.
- That Williams.

Too bad he picked
the wrong side.

Don't worry about the
election. He won't be around.

- What you know that I don't?
- He's gonna get himself into a fight.

- Get killed.
- You're hoping for a miracle.

- A lot better guns than he is.
- Like whose?

Like Dave Hart.

You sent for a
professional killer?

Everything I built in
my life is going to you.

But you ain't gonna keep a nickel's
worth of it unless you learn something.

You're born into a battle.

You fight to breathe at the beginning
and you never stop fighting till the end.

You reward your friends
and you destroy your enemies.

You stop fighting
when you're dead.

And I ain't dead yet.

But this way, hiring a gunslinger
to do your fighting for you.

Well, how else am
I supposed to fight?

I never quit in my life
and I won't stop now.

Bret, there's something
about you that's got me worried.

Well, that makes us even.

You haven't asked me
who I'm meeting here.

That's because I
already know, Waco.

Your sidekick told me just before he
died. You're meeting Blackie Dolan.

He told you? Why?

Because he thought Dolan
belonged behind bars and so do I.

I just can't figure you
helping a man like that.

There's even $2500
reward on him.

Heh, now, why would you
want to help anyone like Dolan?

Oh, he helped me once, but I don't
intend to help him the way he expects.

I figure I can talk him into giving
himself up before it's too late.

May I come in?

I came up the back way.

No one knows I'm here
and I don't want it known.

All right, it won't be.

- Will you sit down?
- No, thank you.

- How's your father?
- He's not well.

I'm sorry.

I hope you don't think I was
brought here to start all this.

- My father thinks so.
- Well, I wasn't.

I believe you.

That's why I'm here, to
ask you again to leave town.

My father's bringing in a
professional gunman, Dave Hart.

Well, thanks. I know it's wasn't easy
for you to come here and tell me that.

When's Hart getting here?

Well, I'm not sure, but
there's a train due in tonight.

Thanks again.

I'll see if anybody is around.

- Then I wasted my time coming here.
- Oh, no, ma'am.

You see, Hart will
force me into a fight...

and thanks to you, I'll
know who I'm fighting.

I've got a gun in your back.

Don't make any quick moments and you'll
live to reach the end of the platform.

Just relax, friend.

Somebody will find you when you
get the Kansas City. You'll be all right.

You might get little cold. I
couldn't afford a first-class ticket.

You have nice trip, Mr. Hart.

Yeah, I know,
don't forget to write.

Oh, whatever he's got,
but without the ketchup.

- Good morning, Mr. Williams.
- Good morning, Bret.

Ah, what's the news of the world? Have
they decided to make Tilden president?

It's a doggone shame,
Bret, a real shame.

- Congress decided on Hayes?
- Blackie Dolan has been caught.

He's been what?

Freight clerk in the next town found him
in a baggage car headed east all tied up.

- Are you all right?
- I don't think so.

What's the matter?

You wouldn't understand.

Bye, Waco. It's been real nice.

What do you mean, goodbye?

You can't just walk away from
me. Not after all we've been through.

Waco, I can't lie to you. I
don't know why, but I can't.

But I've been sticking with
you because of Blackie Dolan.

There was a very
attractive reward.

You mean you were going
to turn him in for the reward?

Heh, I've got a heart
of gold, Waco, but...

well, heh, I'm just a
teensy bit mercenary.

And that's why you've been
mothering me like a hen with one chick.

You must be pretty
disappointed he got caught.

Heh, you'll never know.

- Goodbye, Waco. Still friends?
- I hope we always will be.

Why don't you pack up and
come with me? Denver's very nice...

Mr. Williams, that fellow
you've been waiting for.

He's out in the
street asking for you.

You sure got some
hard-looking friends.

- I reckon that'll be Mr. Hart.
- Now, Waco, Waco.

Just once, listen to me.

Your whole philosophy
of life is wrong.

Don't go out there. Come out
the back with me and we can...

Goodbye, Bret.

You wanted to see me?

Are you a bushwhacking skunk
of a liar named Waco Williams?

No, but my name
is Waco Williams.

Then you are a
bushwhacking skunk and a liar.

I came here to
run you out of town.

Are you, uh, planning
to do it with talk?

The talk's over.

Start running or draw your gun.

Well, you were hired to
draw yours. Go right ahead.

Mr. Williams.

Dad sent me to find
him and call him off.

He wants to see
you. Will you come?

Of course.

- Think you beat me, don't you?
- Well, I wasn't trying to.

Uh, that's what I
wanted to know.

Were you hired to come
here or weren't you?

Well, I wasn't. I wasn't
looking for a fight.

Ah, sure weren't
running away from one.

The reason you're here is I
wanted to tell you something.

And I wanted my
daughter to hear it.

What happened to
my son and to me...

I don't hold it against you.

And I don't want you to.

- That's all I had to say to you.
- Well, thank you, Mr. Bent.

Colonel Bent.

I guess that wasn't
all I had to say.

You're the first man I ever laid eyes
on I thought was good enough for her.

Well, now get out of here
and let me get some rest.

Is that a fact?

Well, how about that?

I can't believe it.

Oh, Mr. Maverick, that sidekick of
yours is sure a lot of man, ain't he?

Almost too much.

Heh, what do you
think about him...

- and Kathy Bent?
- Huh?

Houseman rode in from the
ranch, says they're getting married.

Well, that's impossible.

He was right there.
He ought to know, heh.

On second thought,
it isn't impossible.

For Waco, nothing is.

He'll be our next
sheriff for certain.

Hey, there they are.

- It is true what we hear?
- Come on, let us in on it.

Now, he did everything a man
shouldn't do, but he's still alive.

Looks like he'll
be elected sheriff.

I know he'll end up with the
biggest ranch in the territory.

I'm broke.

Nobody even knows
I'm leaving or cares.

Could I be wrong?