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'What do they do around here?'

Give you a shave before they kill ya?

- What are you talking about? - That razor here on the table.

Oh.

- Razor! - Razor!

We'll let them come all the way in.

And then I'll sneak up and cut their..

My razor!

A Warner Bros. television production.

Whoa, ho!

Well, that finishes the search.

I done looked everywhere in St. Louis except under the rugs.

How about goin' down to the docks there?

No. No, not me.

Along side of them lacquered-up leopards.

Well, the Battle of Bull Run was fired and bred.

Ridin' in a whale bottom.

Thanks.

And if you do find your cousin down there

he'd probably be mounted on a wall.

'Alright, now, out you go.'

'Out!'

'Out!'

Get 'em a room, Granas.

Jail's full, Mr. Muldoon.

Then stack 'em under the dock, the tide's out.

Kinda like New Year's Eve in a zoo, huh, constable?

- You're kinda tidy. - Well, I've been uptown.

I'm lookin' for a cousin of mine, Beauregarde Maverick.

- What's he look like? - Uh..

Ah, I don't know.

Well, I mean, I haven't seen him in quite sometime.

He's been in England for the past five years.

England, huh?

You better see the honorable Freddie Bognor.

He's down at the Blue Moose. You can't miss him.

He's got one of 'em shirts that look like a meringue pie

after a Norther struck it.

Uh, obliged.

Do you play poker?

By Declaration of Independence.

Tell Freddie I sent you.

Thanks.

Ha!

I believe, I shall address you.

Oh, no, uh, call you.

Three ways over the rainbow, sonny.

Oh, I say what a spot of luck.

Four kings!

I ain't seen nothin' come out of them pink little hands

but kings and queens.

The Bognor's have always had an acquaintance with royalty.

Oh!

Oh, clumsy of me, mate. No harm.

No harm.

No wallet.

Are you sayin' I'm crooked?

Like a stone fence.

Why, you..

Oh!

Ooh!

- Mr. Bognor? - Hmm.

Mr. Muldoon said to tell you he sent me down.

I know Constable Muldoon.

I hope you're not payin' those two by the hour.

Looks like I shan't be paying them at all.

I regret the need to say it, but you're most adept

with your hands, Mr. uh..

Maverick. Bart Maverick.

- You're sort of adept yourself. - Oh?

Like with four card draw.

Oh.

You mean three card draw.

No, four card.

Three from the deck and one from your sleeve.

Well, I must say..

A patron of the arts?

Art 52.

An enchanting business.

Unfortunately... at the moment

it's in the hands of the receiver.

Uh, some place where we can talk?

What was it you really wanted to see me about, Mr. Maverick?

Well, Muldoon led me to believe

that you could help me find somebody.

'Course, that's before I knew a man

was being sent to do a pigeon's job.

Muldoon and I have a trade agreement.

You're lucky your head isn't bobbing down the Mississippi.

- Oh, why? - Why?

Well, let's just say it's illegal.

Ooh, nonsense! It's enterprise.

I say, you wouldn't be interested in a short game?

No, thanks, Freddie.

I'm lookin' for a cousin who's overdue.

Hold on.

Yes.

Chap like you.

Quick fists, quick mind.

I wonder.

No wonder at all, Freddie.

The only thing they forgot when they made you was a fuse.

The idea I'm wondering about could be worth two..

Thousand..

Dollars.

Wonder a little more.

Splendid! Come along.

Oh, and... so there's nothing between us.

My wallet!

Public school training.

Devilish hard habit to break.

Delicious cows in the colonies.

Why don't you have 'em serve the horns?

Hmm? Oh-ho, jolly good.

So, to continue, my father the Marquis of Bognor received

a prospectus from a ranch in some spot called Wyoming.

Where never is heard a discouraging word.

A place dedicated to the improvement of young manhood.

Firm the mind and body, and all that rot.

Make giants out of weaklings.

And so the old walrus, my father, thought of me.

And here I am.

He thought they'd make a man of you on this ranch.

So, he said.

He proposed I should spend six perishing months in Wyoming.

So, what's your problem?

I'm two weeks overdue in this spot.

Obviously I can't just chuck over

my business connections here in town.

Obviously.

What I want, Maverick, is for you to go up to this ranch

and impersonate me.

Impersonate? Well, I don't even have an accent.

Then keep your mouth shut.

Take a look at the decent side.

Such an outing will be a lark for a chap like you.

It might kill me.

Sorry.

All my credentials, including my signet ring.

And don't forget.

Two thousand dollars.

Well, I'll never forget $2000, but it..

It just wouldn't work, Fredrick.

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe, it's destiny.

It's destiny.

Farewell, Maverick.

Goodbye, Fredrick.

- Cheerio! - 'Cheero.'

Cheero.

'And that is how I got the medal.'

'Gentlemen, I trust you'll print exactly as I tell.'

'We sure will, Mr. Maverick.'

It's one of the best stories we've heard in years.

- Thank you! - You're welcome.

- Bart! - What are you doing?

Get them back here, deny everything.

What are you talking about?

That story they'll publish, your pappy reads it

he'll send you back to England for five more years.

Uncle Beau should know the facts.

Look, I just quieted him down enough to think about you

in simple sentences, now, you do this.

- But, I'm innocent. - You won a medal.

That's what pappy claimed he could never forgive.

- I was a prisoner. - You captured a Yankee general.

I didn't capture him, he captured me.

Uh, he liked to play poker.

I was the only one around who wasn't fighting.

You must've been concentrating pretty hard not to hear

the confederate troops coming on.

Oh, it took concentration. He liked wild games.

But the bad luck happened, right as those Georgia fellows

came marching into the tent.

I'd, uh, just won a hand.

And the general slams down his card

saying "son, I give up."

Next thing I knew.

You won at the line of duty?

A heart flush.

Why didn't you tell pappy this?

Oh, I tried, but he kept ranting on about me

being the white sheep of the family.

Oh, where have ya been?

Looked all over St. Louis for you.

Oh, I was detained at the boat.

Seems some little rodent

made off with the purser's trunk.

And seeing that he was English and..

That I had acquired this accent, slight as it is..

Well, if it hadn't been for this medal, I might be...

What might this rodent look like?

Oh, I never saw him.

He's a titled chap, I understand, name of, uh, Bognor.

Bo..

You were mistaken for him?

Just the voice.

Well, that voice might just be worth $2000.

- Oh! - Mm-hm.

Oh, what do we, uh, do? And where do we go?

First, we do a little searching, follow me.

Oh, by the way, my bags, they were impounded.

You wouldn't have a $5 bill, would you?

Certainly, cousin.

What's mine is..

Freddie's.

Ha!

I'll take two cards, sir.

Three, please.

And two to the dealer.

Is that the little weasel?

Complete with chicken coop.

I believe it's your bet, Colonel Memphis.

Well, I'll just bet a 1000

on these 5 little juleps.

Good show. Uh, Colonel Mobeele, sir?

Call.

Call.

'Sir, dropping a card constitutes an irregularity.'

- I declare a new deal. - Never.

The man picks up his cards, and the game goes on.

You questioning my judgment, sir?

I am, and I'm prepared to shoot a hole in it.

Ohh. Oh.

Colonel Memphis!

Well, who sent you this time?

Two-thousand dollars, and an orphaned billfold.

Two-thousand?

You mean, you've changed your mind?

Billfold, Fredrick.

Oh, yes. Sticky item.

Now, you've decided to represent me, hmm?

No, not me. My cousin, Beau. He's had practice at it.

Oh, really?

Yes. The purser's trunk.

Remember?

Oh, yes. The chap on Deck-B.

- I say, that was poor luck. - Yes.

Well, that poor luck is going to cost you

an extra $1000, Mr. Bognor.

Added to which, there'll be an additional 1000 posted as bond.

Bringing the total you owe

for this impersonation to $4000.

$4000?

- Why, that's robbery! - What nonsense.

That's enterprise.

Cousin Beau, pappy would be proud of you.

Then I hope you'll apprise him of the facts.

- I will. - Now..

I've just got time to catch

the night's stage, and get my bags..

- My watch! - Hmm?

- Freddie? - Freddie.

Hyah!

Everybody out.

Which one of you is a dude named Bognor?

Your name Bognor?

At your service.

Now, mount that Cayuse.

The rest of you, back in the stage.

Hurry it up.

Alright, driver. Line 'em up!

Hyah! Hyah!

Oh, I, uh, think I understand.

This is a, a little initiation to the ranch, huh?

Nope! This is a 0.44.

Unless you shut that mouth, and polish that saddle

it's gonna be you.

Now turn around, and come on.

Well, here he is.

Are you sure he's the right one?

He's the one.

Yes, well, we all look different through the bottom of a bottle.

Regard the razor, laddie.

I might've been a proper barber

if I could've stifled the tendency to remove the ears.

Molly, come here.

Is this the bloke?

I had him pictured looking more like a lemming.

You mean, you've never seen Freddie Bognor before?

Compose yourself, dearie. He's got to be the son.

'He's wearin' the same signet ring'

'his ruddy father wore.'

Oh, you, uh... knew the old boy.

Indeed, I did.

He used to come down to Soho

where I was workin' as a barmaid.

Walkin' head up and a glare in his eye

like the British lion himself.

A man he was.

And proper wealthy too.

And he'll pay a nice little ransom for you.

- Ransom? - Yes, 20,000 quid.

Twenty thousand?

Unless of course your dear old pater doesn't care to trade

for little Freddie's bloomin' hide.

Gentleman, uh, my lady

I think this deceit is gone far enough.

What are you talkin' about?

Uh, good people.

My name is Favershem. I'm a wayfarer.

This signet ring I won from a chap who introduced himself

as the honorable F. Bognor.

It was a poker debt.

Then you ain't Bognor?

And sorrow to me it is too.

For to know the charm of his acquaintances

is to size him as a man of rare good fortune.

Why you two platter headed bull-bugs.

- Cowboys! - He's gotta be Bognor.

We checked the passenger list!

I seem to be the cause of a slight scene.

So, if y'all excuse me.

Oh, no, you don't. You ain't goin' nowhere.

Except on a depot.

Oh, really now, I-I've told you my name is Favershem.

Courtney Favershem.

You've the wrong man, old boy.

And what's the wrong man got, old boy? I'll tell you.

Enough information to cook the lot of us, that's what.

Oh.

May I enquire as to your plans?

Sever..

Certain connections.

- Well, I have proof. - Hmm?

- Your plan has genius. - 'It has? '

'Great genius.'

However, there are certain crudities.

As might be imagined.

Instead of 20,000 quid, we shall ask 25.

- For what? - Well, my ransom, of course.

And who's gonna pay a ransom for Favershem

with his head in his pocket?

The name is Bognor, old chap.

Oh, is it now?

Just like that.

Oh, uh, my credentials.

See what it says.

It's him, alright.

Now, what're you up to?

First you're one bloke, and then you're another.

If you'd calm down a little, we might talk business.

Like what?

Oh, like how I can get you more money faster.

You mean, from your own father?

Sentimentality, my dear, never compounded interest.

- Now, you don't say. - Oh, I do.

Tell me more.

Well, we shall ask 25,000.

Thereby making an immediate profit of 5000.

Which I shall accept as consultant's fee.

Now, in the letter we shall enclose my signet ring.

This establishes identity.

And we, uh... we add a veiled threat.

Something... something incredibly sinister.

Perhaps a promise that your next communication

will contain... my index finger.

Go on.

Of course, the note will be in my own handwriting.

A spot of blood from a pricked thumb is an added touch.

Blimey!

And to top the pudding off

we send the letter to father's business agent in St. Louis.

Thereby ensuring a message through official channels

and our receipt of the money without entangling minor delays.

Well, what do you say?

I say it's..

It's like confronting the devil without taking the trip.

Shall we get on with it?

Mr. Bognor.

A letter, Mr. Maverick. It's marked urgent.

- Thank you! - Thank you, sir.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

"As my fathers business representative in the colonies.

"I command that you contact him immediately.

"And arrange to have deposited at Inscription Rock

Bursmen Trail, a ransom of 25,000 pounds."

Ransom?

Gentlemen, I'm sorry, but I'll have to excuse myself.

Dear, Marquis of Bognor.

Your Lordship.

Your honor.

Dear, sir.

"If you have a father's normal regard for his son

"I suggest that you send the ransom.

"Furthermore, may I humbly suggest that if this money

"were left in bond in the bank at St. Louis.

"There would be no jeopardy to your money.

"And a trap could be set to apprehend the brigands

"when they appear to collect.

Respectfully, Bartram Maverick Esquire."

Get this on the next post to Liverpool, please.

Ah, the joke.

But one can send a cable now, monsieur.

The French Atlantic Telegraph Company.

Consider for a moment, the dignity

of the message conducted by a land which has given the world

art, fashion, wine... And mayonnaise.

- Just the letter. That alright? - Yes, sir. But..

Uh, forgive me, but the very...

I'll be expecting a reply.

Yes, sir.

Well, I'll, uh... match your wager and call you.

Three jacks.

Three kings.

The title members of this deck seem to have a fondness for you

which ain't sent from heaven.

Give me the bottle.

Uh, shellac again.

Can't you get anything better from Bar H?

It's a good whisky. Just a little strong.

'The owner's a shamrock named McGee.'

Uh, Herbert. You owe me 200 quid.

Oh, do I now?

Well, let me tell you somethin' Mr. Freddie-blooming-Bognor.

I'm getting tired of you.

If that ransom ain't here in the next five days..

Your neck is going to come to a point.

Now, get out of my face.

No wonder there ain't no snakes in Ireland.

They're all in these ruddy bottles.

You'll push him too far one of these times.

I doubt it, I'm worth far too much to him.

I don't think you realize that Herbert's made of impulses.

Now like teaming with that pair from the Bar H health ranch?

The Bar H is no health ranch.

It's a plain cattle spread.

The uh, prospectus, the one that Marquis..

I-I mean, my father got.

I used to think you had an intelligent light shining

in your eyes, but it must be the moon.

Shining through your head.

Herbert sent a bogus prospectus?

Now, you're gaining.

Oh, and to make sure that, uh, no correspondence got through

to the ranch, he teamed up with Brazos and Pecos

and they got jobs on the ranch.

After being shown out of Laramie by the sheriff

and everybody else over three-feet tall.

A neatly tied package.

Yeah, but, uh, how did Herbert know the old boy

will want to send me out West in the first place?

'Cause I told him in the second place, right after your father

said he'd go to all cost to make a man of you.

So, you were in it from the beginning?

Herbert and I have been what you might call

partners for a long time.

It was his idea to come out here

on the ranch to kidnap you.

I joined him but... my heart wasn't in it.

Oh, why?

'Cause when I got here, I realized the only real man

was the one I left.

Your father.

Oh, well, uh, maybe you can pay him a visit.

You'll be coming into money soon.

There'll be no money.

I beg your pardon.

I remember what your father said.

Right after he mentioned sending you over here.

"Pity couldn't have been in 76, the young ferret

"with a stolen Washington's teeth

"and the continental army

would have gone without orders."

You-you-you mean the..

..governor might not pay?

But does it sound like he would?

Mr. Maverick.

I've the pleasure of presenting you the first telegram

of the first intercontinental telegraph company

the French Atlantic Telegraph Company.

- Merci. - Merci, monsieur.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Pater? Over here?

What on earth for?

You're being held for ransom.

I am?

Beau's been kidnapped, and the kidnappers are demanding

twenty-five thousand pounds.

I say, twenty-five thousand quid.

For me.

Obviously, they've never met you, Freddie.

Quite.

I tried to get your father to cable the money.

But he's coming himself.

What are we going to do, Maverick?

Well, I'm gonna try to figure something out.

The best thing for you to do is get out of sight.

I'd suggest a boat cruise.

Splendid idea.

Quiet games on the quarterdeck.

Balmy air.

Yeah, give this card to Captain Wolf Kratkovitch

down at the docks. He'll take care of you nicely.

Oh, I say, this is bully of you, Maverick.

Especially, after the way I've treated you.

It's all in the past, Freddie.

Good luck and, uh..

- Cheero. - Cheerio.

Captain Kratkovitch.

- Why? - I think this will explain.

Maverick.

The fellow with all the aces.

- You a friend of his, sonny? - Indeed.

Now then, I suggest a spacious suite, and not too cool

with a lovely view of... Of the boiler!

- Uh, Marquis of Bognor? - Well?

I'm Bart Maverick, sir.

Really?

America! Astounding!

All because of a chap named Columbus

and poor navigation.

Marquis..

Uh, you may call me Bognor, Maverick.

Marquis sounds like somebody sitting on an overripe orange.

Now, where is the little thief?

- Thief? - My son Frederick.

You are the chap that wrote to me, aren't you?

Oh, yes! Yes, sir.

Uh... but I don't know where your son is.

I mean, he-he left for the Bar H ranch, and that's all we...

Then we'll start from the Bar H.

Start from the Bar H?

Maverick, I'm beginning to believe

they slapped the wrong end when you were born.

Uh... well, couldn't we just set a trap by staying here

and depositing the money in the bank?

Then the kidnappers would have to come to us.

Traps? Money? Get it through your head.

I've been challenged, man.

We go to them.

You wouldn't wanna go to the Bar H, Mr. Bognor.

And why not?

It's miserable country

around the Inscription Rock area.

It's a terrible trip.

A-and besides, your baggage hasn't arrived.

I have everything I need.

I once walked from Kabul to Samarkand

sucking two peach pits.

How far is it?

How far? It's, it's four days.

Then we'll do it in two. On safari, come on.

I... I..

Uh-uh.

Ha!

Ha!

Like to see 'em get my bit in their teeth.

Easy on the driver.

- A cigar? - Huh?

Never really trusted them since Paul Revere.

Your five days are up, bucko.

And if we don't find the money at Inscription Rock..

I'll take the weight off your shoulders.

Don't worry, Herbert. You'll be paid.

Oh, and Brazos will be on guard outside.

And he can track a thin ant over a fat rock.

So stay put.

Come on.

I should wear something in black.

Now, there's still the governor's business agent

in St. Louis, this Maverick fellow.

I have great trust in him.

Why?

Well, he's, uh..

Well, now you come to mention that, I don't know why.

Probably just like the rest of these blokes.

- Always lookin' after himself. - Yes.

Now, Herbert, he likes to look after other people.

Him and his razor.

I even get the feeling he'd like to slice me one day.

Oh, why do you stay around him? Why don't you duck out sometime?

Go some place.

And go where?

Go back to England.

Go back to the Marquis. You did say you loved him.

Oh! Oh, sure.

Me, a barmaid?

I'd show up at the castle and they'd never let me in.

Probably, throw me in the moat.

You, uh, could improve yourself.

It's been done before.

I've heard of that too.

You walk around, straight as an andante

practicing things like..

The grain in this plain could never grow in Spain.

You've got it! By Jove, you've got it!

- Got what? - A way out for both of us.

Listen, did my father ever say

why a Marquis will be going down to Soho?

No. Well, as a change, I should think.

Exactly.

He wanted to be around a real flesh and blood woman.

Not a soap bubble.

He loves you as much as you love him.

Now, if you help me break out of here

I will take you back to the pater myself.

You'd do that?

But how can we break out of here?

Oh, we need something to startle 'em.

Something explosive. Yes!

I don't like it.

As with all brilliant tactics, this is simple.

Now, when Herbert comes back

he's going to operate on me, right?

- With his razor. - Yes, well.

I'll attract their attention to one side.

When I do, you sneak up, you take that bottle

of 150 proof laughing tonic and you toss it in the stove.

Before the smoke settles, we'll take the horses

and leave them stranded.

Herbert doesn't get unsettled very easily.

Now, this will work. I know it.

And I'd see your father?

Uh, sure as my name's..

You have my word on it.

We'll do it!

Yes, well, I think we should get on with the plans.

So that money wasn't there.

Well, I have a little job to do.

Look like a couple of hummingbirds in a high wind.

Well, if they are, they got two men ridin' them.

They're headed for Bar H.

You better take the shortcut and go to the ranch

and see what's goin' on.

Right.

I say.

Shabby place.

Rather rundown.

I say, is this the Bar H?

It is. Now, move.

Western hospitality.

You're standin' on me foot.

Oh.

I've an idea it's odd to find it on the ground

instead of in your mouth.

- Well, I... - Gentlemen, gentlemen.

Uh, this is the Marquis of Bognor and I'm Bart...

Oh, it is now?

Well, get him to take a little sod

and stay in the shade, he'll get over in a couple of days.

I demand to know how you let Freddie get kidnapped

from this, this resort, you Gaelic buffoon.

I know of no Freddie.

And this is a cattle ranch, not a resort.

I suggest you get this plump puddin' back on the saddle

before I dent it.

I seem to be standing in a draft.

Oh, you don't say.

A boxer?

And quite willing to prove it again.

Welcome to the Bar H.

My name is McGee.

You can stay as long as you like.

I say, that's sporting of you.

I'm a lover of the manly art.

A bit rusty, as you can see.

'But I get a little practice out here.'

They use mostly bottles.

Come on in. Come on in, man.

- Who is that? - Well, that's Pecos.

Acts a little odd, doesn't he?

Well, you get a little loud out in Inscription Rock Country.

'It's a widely lonely land.'

Did you say Inscription Rock Country?

Yeah. I run a hoard out there.

Usually have a hard time gettin' men to work it.

But few weeks ago, him and another fellow Brazo

come in and requested it. So I hired them quick.

Pecos? Brazos?

They're Texans.

Texans are all named after rivers and forts.

Oh. Interesting.

Would you mind if I just have

a little look around your place, Mr. McGee?

- Oh, help yourselves, son. - Thank you, sir.

Well, Marq, we'll clear up this little business about Freddie

and then, maybe you can show me some more

of that fancy foot work.

It's not much really.

Matter of heels, in either case.

- Uh, quite. - Oh.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Marq!

Sufferin' snakes!

Isn't that your friend chasing the hired hand?

Hyah!

Appears as to be exactly that.

But whatever for?

I don't know.

- I think he's given to fits. - Ohh.

Then we best get a rope on 'em quick.

I've had one case of rabies already this year.

- A thing to behold. - Tsk tsk.

The, uh, money was there?

The money wasn't there?

Any final request?

Just that my last look be at the plains and valleys

I've come to love.

I'll roll your head amongst them if you wish.

Pecos is coming, and somebody's chasin' him.

He's been stickin' to me like gum on a hot boot.

He's come this far, let him come all the way.

Oh, gentlemen, gentlemen. You've made a mistake.

I came here to tell you, you kidnapped the wrong man.

- This is my cousin. - Bart!

I suppose you're William, The Mighty Conqueror.

Check outside, see if he's being followed.

But I'm telling you the truth.

- You've made a mistake. - Bart!

His name is Beauregarde Maverick.

Now here is his passport along with his picture.

Bart!

Oh, but it's a pretty picture, Beau.

Blow me down! It is him!

Well, certainly.

I wish I had stayed Courtney Favershem.

You mean you ain't Freddie Bognor?

Molly, you've gotta believe me, it was all for the good.

For the good was it?

And I suppose it was for the good

that you honey-talked me into trying to escape

with the horses, and go meet your bloomin' father

who's no relation?

Say, you was gonna leave me, was you?

Why, you sneakin' little welt.

I'll take care of you later.

'There's two horsemen down on the flats.'

Was already Piccadilly Circus.

Tie 'em up. I'll take care of them later too.

- Hey, take it easy. - Hey..

Turn around and put your arms behind you.

Now sit up and put your spines together.

What did I do?

Oh, I couldn't explain in seven centuries.

Shut up!

Say, friend, I could make it worth your while

if you stop all this foolishness.

Save your breath.

Uhh!

'What do they do around here?'

Give you a shave before they kill ya?

Oh, what are you talking about?

That razor here on the table.

Oh.

- Razor! - Razor!

We'll, let 'em come all the way in.

And then, I'll sneak up and cut their..

My razor!

Get those two outside.

Get over there and finish him off.

That shot could mean trouble.

This calls for a flanking movement.

We'll separate and charge.

Oh, hell!

Jump, cousin.

Over here, cousin.

Hey, cousin.

For queen and country!

Over the house-tops! Ireland forever!

Who's that?

- That's your father. - What?

I mean Bognor.

- Bognor? - 'Help!'

- The girl! - No, wait.

Marquis deserves the honor of this rescue.

Act, gentlemen, there's a lady in distress!

'Help!'

Where's the Marq?

Oh, he's about to renew an acquaintance.

'Marquis!'

'Molly.'

I came to the desert and I found... a rose.

Well, gentlemen, I'm not sure yet

that I know what it was all about.

Except that I'm taking a bride.

And after we tidy up some things on the tight little island

we'll be back, uh, to help McGee here raise largehorns.

Longhorns.

Oh, quite.

And, and Freddie, you say, is leading a man's life.

Well, Wolf Kratkovitch is the dirtiest, roughest

river boat man in the Mississippi.

He'll work Freddie alright.

Well, I know it wasn't easy.

And I insist you both take a thousand-pound-note each

to settle up our accounts.

Now, we must be going.

- Goodbye. - Cheero.

- Best of luck. - Bon voyage.

- Goodbye. - Bye-bye.

- Bye. - Bye.

Well, cousin, I suggest we get ourselves

a meal at the best place in town.

A spot where we can make this grow.

Motion seconded and carried.

Oh.

Wolf! Wolf Kratkovitch. What have they done to you?

Ahoy there. Kratkovitch.

Tote that bail.

Lift that barge.

♪ 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 the 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 ♪♪