All language subtitles for Maverick S01E07

You got the wrong man, friend.

Oh, I got the right man.

Low-down, dirty, double-dealing
rat I've been looking for.

We got a score to settle.

- You looking for a gunfight, friend?
- That's the only kind that settles things.

Now you start for your gun.

Well, that won't be necessary.

You see, I've got a
derringer in this hat.

And it's pointed
straight for your heart.

That's a pretty
tired bluff, Maverick.

Call it, friend.

This is the town of Clayville.

Looks like an ordinary
little town, doesn't it?

But to me, it can
never be ordinary.

Because it was here
that I first met Fatima.

My raise, Mr. Brimmer.

Your open and a hundred better.

I'm tapped out, Maverick.

I'd like to make you a
business proposition.

I'll give you the chance to buy
a full-blooded Arabian mount...

for $200.

- Imported Arabian?
- Absolutely.

If he is, it ought
to be a bargain.

It's a she. And I'll stand
behind every word.

You got yourself a deal.

She cost me a hundred.

I'll just meet the raise.

- How many cards?
- I'm pat.

You're pat?

One card to the dealer.

I'll check to the pat hand.

A hundred even.
Let's keep it neat.

You're good, Maverick.

No sense throwing
good money after bad.

Cash me in, will you?

What were you holding?

Uh, you didn't pay to find out.

Game is over. I kind of like to
know what you beat me with.

- Sometimes it's better not to know.
- What did you have?

Why you got nothing. You ran
one. I should have known better.

- You double-crossing, no...
- Easy, Brimmer.

If you're gonna play poker you
have to develop a sense of humor.

That's the whole trick,
my friend. Keep smiling.

Keep smiling, huh? I'll remember that
the next time I get in a game with you.

Not very likely, or I wouldn't
have shown you those cards.

See, I'm leaving
Clayville tomorrow.

And, uh, I better take a
look of that Arabian of mine.

Hmm, that's right. She's
your Arabian now, isn't she?

Well, what's that for?

Oh, first impressions
are always important.

With both animals and humans.

- Well, there she is.
- Where?

Your Arabian beauty.

With the long neck
and the sad eyes.

There she is. She's like I said,
full-blooded Arabian mount.

Mm-hm.

Imported.

Of course, uh, she ain't very
pretty, but she's, uh, kind of a relic.

I think she's probably one of
the last the Army brought over.

Never mind the history lesson.

The fact is you took me.

Might just as well have
stolen $200 out of my pocket.

Mr. Maverick.

Yes, I know. Keep smiling.

Oh. You may be making
yourself a friend for life.

Oh, that's gonna
be a short life.

I'm leaving town tomorrow.

And you can keep your Arabian
mount. And forget about the $200.

- I don't want her.
- Well, that makes two of us.

The difference is now
she belongs to you.

Good luck, Maverick.
Keep smiling, huh?

Goodbye, Fatima.

Hey, don't bring
that clown in here.

We've got no room. Besides, we
only cater to four-legged animals...

with straight backs.

Hush, friend. She might hear you. Where she
comes from, they treat her like a queen.

Just take her back where she come
from because I don't want her in here.

Oh, don't you pay any
attention to him, Fatima.

Bret Maverick never let a lady down
before and he's not gonna start now.

I may be leaving tomorrow, but
tonight, you're gonna have a bath.

Some cologne, fine bran...

and a nice comfortable stall.

She has got pretty
eyes, hasn't she?

Beautiful.

Come on.

The following day I made
a heart-rending discovery.

Trying to sell a camel...

was like trying to sell a
herd of sheep to a cattle man.

Three nights later, I was
halfway to Silver Springs...

and Fatima was
still on my hands.

I'd learned by now that you
not only couldn't sell a camel...

you couldn't give one away.

But what was even
more frightening...

Fatima had fallen
in love with me.

Well, take her and forget about
the money. You don't owe me a cent.

- No.
- You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Johnson.

Look, all I wanna do is
see she gets a nice home.

Now, suppose I give her
to you and pay you $25.

No.

Fifty?

No.

A hundred dollars. That's my
last offer. What do you say?

Yep.

That's a deal
you'll never regret.

Well, so long, little girl.
It's been nice knowing you.

Now you behave yourself.
Mr. Johnson will take good care of you.

Goodbye, Fatima.

Need some help, miss?

- I'm awful handy to have around.
- Now just a...

- Bret.
- In person.

- What are you doing in Silver Springs?
- Trying to rekindle an old friendship.

- Bret, it is good to see you.
- Now, that's better.

- How long have you been here?
- Oh, about five minutes.

- How long you been here?
- Almost a year.

- Married?
- Not yet.

- But soon.
- Congratulations.

A man that, uh, lucky in love
ought to be a cinch in a poker game.

- I'd like to meet him.
- Unless you've change, you will.

He runs the Square Deal Saloon.

He's name is Carl Jimson.

The citizens of Silver
Springs elected him mayor.

They all love him.

Me too.

Here, I'll take these.

- Will you be around here for a while?
- Oh, a little while.

Business?

- Just rambling.
- Oh.

Bret, I know you better than that. You
never go anywhere without a reason.

Well, maybe you're right. But
it's not a very important reason.

Say, I'm gonna need a hotel room,
can you give me any recommendations?

Oh, the Silver Springs
Hotel right back there.

Ask for Howard Harris.

You'll be coming to
the Square Deal later?

Will you be there?

Mm-hm.

- I want you to meet Carl.
- Then I'll be there.

What's the matter, Bret? Can't
you find a game to your taste?

- I just thought I'd watch a while.
- You never used to be so patient.

- Wait a minute, Tommy.
- Simmer down. Simmer down.

Come on now. We've
been friends too long...

- to have any trouble around here.
- I've got no beef with you.

It's Scott.

My lucky boy untapped me.

All of a sudden my
credit is no good anymore.

You know the house rules. We
don't tell the players what to do.

Why don't you pack
in for the night, huh?

I'm cleaned out, Carl.

How do I tell my wife?

- How much money you lose?
- Two hundred.

Tommy, here's $50. That will
get you off the hook with your wife.

- You don't have to do this.
- I know I don't, but I want to.

Now you go on home. Don't
let me catch you back here...

- trying to win back this money.
- Thanks.

Tomorrow's another
night. We're gonna be here.

Carl.

I want you to meet
Bret Maverick.

Mr. Maverick, Carl.
This is Carl Jimson.

- Nice to meet you, Mr. Maverick.
- Mr. Jimson.

Welcome to the Square Deal. Can't promise
a win, but we can guarantee a fair shake.

- A man can't ask for any more than that.
- That's right.

- You and Donna here old friends?
- Oh, we met in Clovis.

Oh, Carl.

Excuse me a minute,
Mr. Maverick. Make yourself at home.

Nice meeting you.

- Like him?
- Oh, he seems like a real likeable gent.

I knew you'd feel that way.

Uh, you sure he's the one?

Positive.

Does Mr. Jimson play much?

When the stakes are high enough.

I've been watching the
players. Are they regulars?

A couple of regulars.

A few of them do pretty well.

- You mean they win pretty steady.
- Mm-hm.

Which ones?

Oh, let me tell you.

The one in the red shirt.

One, uh, in the brown
coat and the gray hat.

How did you know?

Oh, they just do a lot of ear
pulling, eye twitching between them.

- You think they're cheating?
- Maybe they're just nervous.

Carl wouldn't stand
for any cheating.

That's what everybody tells me.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna play some poker.

- I thought you said the game was crooked.
- I did.

- But it's the only one in town.
- Now, wait, Bret.

You think Connors and Ferguson
are up to something, I'll tell Carl.

Oh, I wouldn't do that, Donna.
After all, I'm just guessing.

Your bet, Maverick.

Five hundred even.

Beats me.

Well, how about it? You call?

What's the rush?

You're slowing up the action.

Tough.

Come on, call or drop. There's
a lot of money in that pot.

Look, my money's in there
too. I'm taking my time.

You in a hurry, Maverick?

It's a good-sized call.
Take all the time you need.

Here's your 500.

And another 250.

You seem mighty anxious to make
that raise. You must have quite a hand.

You're invited to
take a look, friend.

Just a call, Mr. Connors.

- Three queens.
- Oh, let's see that, friend.

Sorry, friend.

They're doesn't seem
to be a full hand here.

You called three queens.
There's only two here.

I'm sorry, I thought I had them. I must
be getting bleary-eyed or something.

Sure, it can happen.

But that makes
my three 10s good.

Hey, Connors, you better
get yourself a pair of specs.

All right, all right.

I'm sorry. Deal me out.

Me and Ferguson was running a
four-card spread on this stranger Maverick.

He was in there like a bird-dog
before Ferguson could plant a queen...

- in my hand.
- Ha, ha. What, you boys losing your touch?

He's a pro, Carl. I'll
be willing to bet on it.

Yeah? How much
is he in to us for?

- Oh. Over a thousand.
- Yeah?

Mr. Maverick is looking
for trouble, he's gonna get it.

I'll tell you what you do. You
go back down in that game.

Use Ferguson. Use
your heads, both of you.

- Let me know if anything happens.
- Right.

Kings full.

Enough room for them chips?

Oh, I can always make big
ones out of the little ones.

- Hey, you're doing fine.
- I always enjoy a wide open game.

There's no question
about it, boss. He's a pro.

- Ask Ferguson.
- I was using a single card holdout.

Maverick just riffled the
deck and called for a count.

One card missing,
and he knew it.

- Did you get the card back in the deck?
- Boss, please.

When I counted the
cards, it was exactly 52.

Ah, what's the difference? He
knows we're running a brace joint.

- He's on to every twist.
- He's ahead about 5000 now, Carl.

We better make our move.

Maybe the smartest thing to do
is play straight while he's here.

If we stop playing into his
hand, maybe he'll move on.

Let him move on with
$5000 of my money?

Might be worth it. After all, Carl,
you got a good thing going here.

Why take chances?

Hmm. When he stops
winning, he'll start talking, huh?

You ever think of that?

I got a good thing here, Connors,
because I don't take chances.

I'll handle this thing myself.

Jimson hadn't
been in the game...

10 minutes before I
knew why he was there.

He was the real expert.

Making his two brace men
look like a pair of amateurs.

He was there to
get his money back.

And he had already slipped a
couple of smooth tricks right past me.

But I had him spotted now.

And he had all the money
back he was going to get.

Up to you, mister.

I'll raise right back.

I'll match that.

How many, please?

If you don't
mind, I'd like a cut.

Well, now, Mr. Maverick.

Cards were cut before the
deal. How many, please?

According to Mr. Hoyle's
book of rules...

a player is entitled to a cut
at any time during the game.

Hoyle don't make the
rules here, friend, I do.

How many, please?

I'm sorry, I misunderstood. I thought
you were playing a poker game.

You can make up rules
for any game you like...

but don't call it
poker, it's misleading.

Now, you had your say, Mr. Maverick,
how many cards do you want?

I figure if a man doesn't
wanna give me a cut...

he knows something about
the deck that I don't know.

You calling me a cheat?

Just calling for a cut.

Now, look here, nobody
calls Carl Jimson a crook.

That's what everybody says.

If you're looking for
trouble, you're gonna find it.

Whether gun trouble or card
trouble, you're gonna get it.

I'm not looking for trouble.

You just let me cut those cards
and everything will be all right.

Tinhorn got nervous about a big hand,
and called me cheat. Went for his gun.

Get the doctor.

I saw him try to draw on you.

Lucky you drew faster,
he'd have had you sure.

Will somebody get the
doctor? He may still be alive.

Ah, trigger-happy guys
are all alike. Get him out.

- Where will we take him?
- I don't care, get him out.

Bring him in, but
very easy, boys.

You need to be very easy.

Very easy.

- Careful, gentleman, that's a new rug.
- Where's his room?

Wouldn't it be better if
you took him to your place?

Which room?

- Doctor, it's Room 8.
- Yeah. Go on.

Who's there? DONNA: Donna.

- Hello, Bret, how are you feeling?
- Oh, I'm all right.

I brought you some fresh coffee.

Oh, that's very
considerate of you, Donna.

But does Honest Carl Jimson know
that you're on this errand of mercy?

No. I can't stay.

Well, thanks for
the coffee, anyway.

Bret, everyone in town
says that you're just waiting...

till you get back on your feet so
you can go and finish your gunfight...

- with Carl.
- Well, I kind of let that word get around.

Don't do it.

The man ripped a
hole in my shoulder.

That's hard to forget.

You made the first move.

Everyone knows that.

Donna, I know how
you feel about Jimson.

I'm sorry.

But I heard about him from a friend
of mine. That's why I came here.

The one way for a card
player to be sure of winning...

is to get into a crooked
game and play honest.

If he knows what to look for.

There's nothing I like better
than to trip up a card shark.

Carl is not what you say.

- You're wrong about him.
- Not this time.

But he knows you're coming.

He'll have to defend himself.

I want him to know it.

I want him to spend
some time thinking about it.

What good will it do? One
of you will have to lose.

That's usually the way it works.

Bret, I'm in love with him.

Will you leave town without
trying to see him again?

Will you do it for me?

I'm sorry, Donna,
I can't do that.

Hello, Carl.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Something is wrong. What is it?

What were you doing in
Maverick's room today?

I know you were there. Why?

- I took him some coffee.
- Why?

I went there to try and talk
him out of this stupid gunfight.

Who is he, Donna? What
does he mean to you?

I wanna know.

I thought I was in
love with him once.

It was a long time ago.

It's all over.

Does it make any difference,
Carl? With us, I mean.

No.

Why should it, honey?

You're my girl now, ain't you?

Donna, I'm sorry. I didn't
know what I was doing.

- Just the thought of you and another man.
- It's all right, Carl.

I wish you'd go now.

I'm sorry, Donna.

I swear it will
never happen again.

- Who is it? HOWARD:
It's me, Mr. Maverick.

- Howard.
- I just want to find out...

- how long you intended to stay.
- Well, that depends.

The doctor figures a few more
weeks. I figure a few more days.

A number of the citizens have
been discussing your intention...

of challenging Mr. Jimson.
When you're up and around, that is.

- That's my intention.
- Do you think that's wise, Mr. Maverick?

Well, it's more necessary
than wise, Howard.

Well, it certainly doesn't seem like good
strategy to me to announce your intention.

Well, it is, the way
I figure Mr. Jimson.

You see, I'm pretty certain that
under that manly chest of his...

beats a heart of pure yellow.

I want him to know I'm coming.
And think about it for a long time.

And suppose he doesn't wait?
Suppose he comes to visit you?

Honest Carl Jimson?

Why, he wouldn't dream
of attacking a sick man.

After all, he has quite
a reputation in this town.

You seem to have it all
figured out, Mr. Maverick.

Ahem. Well, in any case, I wonder if
you'd like to give me a little something...

against your bill.

Well, you've been doing some
figuring too, haven't you, Howard?

Hmm, I just like to
keep accounts current.

How much do I owe you?

Let's see now, there's...

Well, old girl, you must
have had quite a trip.

Who gave you my address, huh?

- You know that beast, uh, Mr. Maverick?
- Oh, yes.

We spent several beautiful nights together.
Fatima, what am I gonna do with you?

She can't stay in the room
with you. This hotel has rules.

Oh, yes, no lady camels allowed.

Say, isn't Silver Springs
pretty close to the desert?

The Henderson's Well is
just 10 miles outside of town.

And that's the last stop before
miles and miles of desert.

Well, someone in this town ought
to be interested in buying a camel.

Hmm, I doubt it.

Say, Howard, would
you try to sell her for me?

I'm a busy man, Mr. Maverick.
I'm supposed to be running a hotel.

I realize that your
time is valuable...

so here's a little something
for, uh, handling the transaction.

Just make sure she
gets a nice home.

How am I gonna get her out?

Well, you could try
pulling from the other side.

Well, I'll do my best.

Oh, Howard, I've had a
little, uh, experience with this.

If you can't sell Fatima, try
bribing some softhearted farmer.

You can go as high as $50.

And just make sure
they treat her kindly.

You know, she
used to be a queen.

Connors.

Yeah?

This gent wants
to see Mr. Jimson.

- Well, what's your name, stranger?
- Drake. Mr. Jimson is expecting me.

Oh.

You wait here. I'll go
see what he has to say.

Come in.

A fellow named Drake downstairs.
Says you're expecting him.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, he's interested
in some property out toward Rigby.

Send him up.

Kind of dude-looking.

- Sure he's all right?
- I said to send him up.

Come in.

Oh, Mr. Drake.

Carl Jimson.

You come to me
highly recommended.

I'm in need of a good
specialist right now.

- Hey, how about a smoke?
- No, thank you.

Hmm?

Look here.

There's a tinhorn named Maverick, come
into town here and tried to bust me up.

- I had to gun him.
- They tell me you did a careless job.

Well, they tell you right, son.

He's going to be back on his feet
soon, and he's gonna come after me.

- Sounds like where I come in.
- Exactly where you come in.

Right between me
and Mr. Maverick.

I got a lot of money now.

I can afford not to take
unnecessary risks. You understand?

With me, there's
no risk, Mr. Jimson.

Yeah?

Nobody must know that
you're fighting for me.

This Maverick is
no saddle tramp.

They say he's fast in a card game,
he may be fast on the draw too.

I'm faster.

You sure you can handle...?

- Does that convince you?
- It sure does.

Now, look here. Here's
part of your money.

You get the rest when
you take care of Maverick.

Now, this must look like a
fight between you and Maverick.

Nobody must know
you're fronting for me.

Oh, uh, Mr. Maverick.
Mr. Maverick, wait.

- You're going to see Mr. Jimson?
- That's right.

Well, uh, about your
bill, Mr. Maverick.

Would you, uh, mind
paying up before you go?

- I'll be back.
- Uh, I know, Mr. Maverick...

but, uh, you see, we
really can't be sure of that.

Maverick?

You talking to me?

Don't you remember me?

Can't say I do.

Maybe you got a
reason to forget?

You got the wrong man, friend.

Oh, I got the right man.

Low-down, dirty, double-dealing
rat I've been looking for.

We got a score to settle.

I'll say it once more
and I'll say it slow.

I don't know you.

If you'll get out of my way I've
got some business to settle inside.

I've waited a long time
to meet up with you again.

You've got some business
to settle out here first.

Oh, I begin to get the idea.

The two things
are tied up together.

Are you gonna talk or
are you gonna settle?

You looking for
a gunfight, friend?

Well, that's the only
kind that settles things.

You seem pretty
sure of yourself.

That puts me in a spot.

You see, I'm not the
fastest gun in the world.

- I am.
- I figured that's why Jimson hired you.

Who's Jimson?

I just told you.

Fine.

Now you start for your gun.

Oh, that won't be necessary.

You see, I've got a
derringer in this hat.

And it's pointed
straight for your heart.

A little trick I learned
from your friend Jimson.

Don't try.

That's a pretty
tired bluff, Maverick.

Call it, friend.

All right.

Drop the hat. I'd like
to see this derringer.

I'll show it to you right
after I pull the trigger.

Now, you've got about five
seconds to drop that gun.

Leave the gun in the
holster and drop the gun belt.

The time is up.

Throw it over there.

The way I figured,
killing is a serious matter.

And a man who keeps smiling
when he's gunning somebody...

he's not a man at all.

You should have
called me, friend.

You had the best hand.

Jimson?

Bret!

Go away! There's been enough
shooting. It isn't gonna help anyone!

Sorry, Donna, I've
gotta play this hand out.

Maverick!

Will you hold your
fire to let the lady by?

Be glad to.

Send her out.

No, I won't!

I'm not gonna make it any easier
for you fools to kill each other.

Is she coming?

One second, Maverick!

Okay, Donna. Go on
outside and talk to him.

Maybe you can get him
to change his mind. Go on.

All right.

She's coming out, Maverick!

Go on.

He shot her. He shot
her in cold blood. I seen it!

Somebody get the doc!

Give me a hand here.

He said he'd hold his
fire to let Donna by.

When she came towards
him, he shot her down.

- Agree that's the way it happened?
- Jimson shot her.

Would I shot the girl I love?
The girl I'm gonna marry?

Fired at me while I was
waiting to let her go by.

He missed and fired again.
That shot was the one that got her.

According to him she was shot in the
back. That where the wound was, doctor?

No. All the bullet
was in her chest.

When he fired the first
shot, she turned around.

The second was the one
that got her in the chest.

You never run short
of answers, do you?

What are her chances, doc?

It's hard to say. She's
lost a lot of blood.

I can't even try to
remove the bullet yet.

She said anything
about who did it?

Hmm, she's still unconscious.
It doesn't look too good.

And it doesn't look
too good for me either.

I use a .45, sheriff. You might
ask Jimson what kind he uses.

- Well, Carl?
- I use a .45 too, sheriff.

Try again, tinhorn.

You're a smooth talker, Maverick.
But I'm holding you under arrest.

If the girl dies, you'll
be charged with murder.

Then you guard her real good.

She's the only one that can tell
you which of us fired that shot.

And I wouldn't want anything
to happen to her while I'm in jail.

Lou.

Maverick.

You got company.

When you want
out, just holler. Um...

Not you, him.

I've never been in
a jail before. Ha, ha.

You spend a lot of time
in that hotel of yours.

Ah, you're a jokester, Mr. Maverick,
but I certainly like your spirit.

- I just dropped by to deliver your change.
- My change?

Oh, I've got a wonderful home
for Fatima in the outskirts of town.

- And the man took her for only $35.
- Well, thank you, Howard.

Um, have you heard
anything about Miss Seely?

They say she's just about the
same, still unconscious and all.

The doctor's about
given up hope.

Look, I know how you
feel about Mr. Jimson...

- but he's awful broken up about it.
- Oh, I bet.

He thinks maybe the doc hasn't
done all he could do for her, so, uh...

I know he went Crown City.
There's another doctor over there.

- Supposed to be pretty good.
- He left?

Yeah. He's gonna bring
the doctor back here.

- When did he leave?
- Oh, well, a couple of hours ago, I think.

Why? What are you
getting so excited about?

He told Doc Nelson all about
it. He said he didn't mind.

Howard?

- Have you seen Doc Nelson lately?
- Me? What do I wanna see him for?

Well, I first noticed
it at the hotel.

You don't look too good.

You've got kind of a haze over
your eyes. That's a sure sign.

And your skin is all
peaked and reddish.

Ah. It's always like that.

It's a lot worse than when
I first saw you at the hotel.

- It is?
- Yeah.

Do you ever get any pains
in your head or anywhere?

Uh, I feel very fit.

Except once in a while, when I
get up, I don't feel too chipper.

Yeah, now, that's what I mean.
You really ought to see the doc.

Uh, you said you just
wanted to deliver his change.

I'd like to talk to Mr. Harris
for a while. Is it all right?

- Howard, is Jimson traveling alone?
- Yeah, I think so.

- Do you have a horse outside?
- Yeah, sure.

Looks like I'll have to
borrow it. Mine is at the stable.

Ha, ha. You know, some of your jokes
are way over my head, Mr. Maverick.

You're in jail. What would
you be doing with a horse?

I'd be trailing Honest Carl Jimson.
And it's about time I got started.

Now, Howard, I wouldn't do this
to anyone but a true-blue friend.

Deputy, come here. Quick.

- What happened?
- Well, he's sick.

We were talking and he
passed out. You better get a doc.

I better get some water first.

Just get him up.

- I wonder what it is.
- I don't know.

Hyah!

Jimson had started a
rock slide to cover the well.

And it had worked just fine.

I had no water and
Jimson had all he'd need.

That made the
odds a little too long.

If how fast they were
riding meant anything...

that was a very angry posse.

And suddenly those odds
didn't seem long after all.

The desert began to look
like just the place for me to go.

I couldn't be sure of
getting far without water...

but there was one
thing I could be sure of.

That posse wouldn't
follow me into the desert.

And then I had
another happy thought.

Jimson must have used
cartridges to bring off that slide.

Maybe he didn't have many left.

Jimson had won another round.

And this looked
like the final one.

The problem was real simple now.

To get out of the
desert alive, if I could.

Fatima!

You're even more beautiful than
I thought. Now let's go after him.

There are gambles that
haven't right to pay off.

This one had.

Because of a lovely girl named Fatima
who just couldn't take no for an answer.

Jimson was still running, but
now it was only a matter of time.

Two hours later, Jimson's horse
gave out, but he kept on running.

When I got closer,
he started firing.

Fortunately, his marksmanship
hadn't improved a bit.

And when his shells were gone...

Jimson gave up fighting
and started talking.

I had finally found someone
who wanted to buy Fatima.

The offer started at
$5 000 and went up.

It almost pained
me to have to say no.

That's thoughtful
of you, Fatima.

You're quite a woman.

Up, Fatima. Up.

Good girl.

Sheriff!

Down, Fatima. Down.

- Good girl, Fatima.
- Take him inside, boys.

I never expected to see
you back here, Maverick.

Oh, I'm just full of
surprises, sheriff.

I didn't think Silver Springs would
be the same without old Honest Carl.

I go back to jail now?

Well, you ought to if only
for the way you got out.

Donna is better. She
told us who shot her.

I think Jimson should be hung.

I had no idea he did all
that to poor Mr. Maverick.

We don't have a hanging
charge against him.

If you can't hang him, you ought
to sentence him to target practice.

- He sure needs it.
- Ha-ha-ha.

I don't like people going around busting
out of my jail, but I'm glad you did.

- Can I see her now?
- Doc says it's all right.

She'll be like new
in a few weeks.

- Maverick?
- Yeah.

I wanna thank you.

For myself and for the
townspeople for bringing Jimson in.

I know how much easier it
would've been to left him there.

Ah, well, don't thank me,
sheriff. Credit belongs to Fatima.

If the town plans to
build a monument...

make it a camel with a
mangy coat and big sad eyes.

I rode out of Silver
Springs that afternoon.

I was glad to be going.

But I felt a sense of sadness and
regret that I'd never see Fatima again.