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Oh, help.

Oh, help, somebody.

Somebody, help.

Help.

What's the matter?

I'm sorry. I really am. I never
done a thing like this before.

- Still time to change your mind.
- No. No, there ain't.

Turn around. It'll
only hurt for a second.

To Denver. That'll be $24.50.

Yep, drove a hard
bargain. Took me for $18...

and then sashayed over
to the newspaper office.

Seemed mighty interested in
finding out about Laura Stanton.

But at first, he
didn't have the fare.

Come back with it just
in time to catch the 11:05.

Yeah.

Well, when's the
next train to Denver?

- Was there something?
- Huh?

Oh, yes, sir, there was.

There still is. I wanna
see Mrs. Stanton.

My name's Briggs. Paisley
Briggs. What's yours?

My name is Broadhill,
sir. And Mrs. Stanton is out.

- Oh. You mean out, or out to me?
- Out, Mr. Briggs.

You show her
this, she'll see me.

"Phillip Stanton.
Valedictorian. Class of 1861."

I see. No doubt this is my husband's
ring, but where did you get it?

He give it to me, ma'am.

When?

My husband has been dead for
the past 11 months, Mr. Briggs.

No, ma'am, he ain't. He put it in
my hand hisself eight weeks ago.

You must be mistaken.

No, ma'am. It was him,
all right. I knew him right off.

But all six men aboard that
stagecoach were killed by Indians.

Six men was killed, and six
men burned, and six men buried...

but there must've
been a seventh man.

That stagecoach probably picked
up another passenger out on the road.

My husband was being
taken to be executed.

They wouldn't have
picked up a passenger.

They must have, ma'am.

Anyways, you ain't no
widow and never was.

I don't know whether
to believe you or not.

- I want to.
- And yet you don't want to.

And don't I know why.

Just what do you
mean, Mr. Briggs?

Oh, nothing.

Or maybe something.

Well, what I mean, it seems a
bad time for him to turn up living...

for you and him both.

I think I begin to understand
you now, Mr. Briggs.

Look at it this way.

If it gets out that he's alive, he's
still got to hang for that killing.

Then the whole thing starts up
again. There go your wedding plans too.

Oh, yeah, I heard all about
that from the newspaper editor...

back in your old
hometown. Congratulations.

So whether you love your husband
or the man you're fixing to marry...

it seems to me the
answer is all the same.

Bury the dead, I say.

Of course, silence is golden.

Isn't that right, Mr. Briggs?

Shucks, ma'am. If
you think I come here...

to get money from you
just for keeping quiet...

well, I ain't that kind.

I just thought you'd
want to know the truth.

I ain't asking
anything for it, am I?

But if you were, how
much, Mr. Briggs?

Five thousand dollars?

Mr. Briggs, you say
he gave you this ring.

- Why would he do that?
- Why? Well, the...

For supplies,
sir. Yeah, that's it.

You see, I'd give him some flour,
short sweetening, sowbelly, frijoles.

Not to mention the rollings
and the jug of scamper juice.

Rollings? Scamper juice?

That's tobacco and brown
paper to make cigarettes, ma'am.

And, ahem, hard
liquor, so to speak.

Paul, he's lying. You
were Phillip's partner.

Did you ever know
him to drink or smoke?

No, and you never knew him to hide out in
the wilderness for most of a year neither.

Living no better
than some animal.

Now, a lonesome smoke and a
drink ain't much comfort, but it's some.

That part could
be possible, Laura.

Phil could have changed. He
certainly had enough provocation.

- You mean you believe him?
- No, I doubt him.

If Phil were still
alive and hiding...

he wouldn't give this man a ring
that could be traced back to him.

But doubting isn't good enough.

Laura, we can't be married
until we have some sort of proof...

one way or another.
Can you see that?

Proof, yes, but how?

Mr. Briggs, if
your story is true...

if you really saw Phil Stanton
and know where he is...

you can take me to him.

Oh, that wasn't the deal.

Or else I'll have you turned
over to the police right now.

Oh, no, you can't.

- Is anything wrong, sir?
- It's all right, Broadhill.

- Mr. Briggs and I are talking business.
- Oh, very good, sir.

For a man who lives a soft life,
Mr. Asher, you hit awful hard.

That's how I earned
a soft life, Mr. Briggs.

Well, have you reconsidered taking
me to the man who gave you that ring?

No, sir. You can turn
me over to the law...

but I ain't going
back there, not never.

- My life's worth more to me than that.
- What are you talking about?

The Wacanda. That's
where he is, the Wacanda.

I'm the only man that ever got out of there
alive, once he was fool enough to get in.

Wacanda?

The badlands, up
in Wyoming territory.

It's sacred land to the Indians. They
call it the Burial Ground of the Gods.

And maybe they're right.
That's a graveyard for sure.

A man don't have to
be dead to get in there...

but he might as well be, because them
Indians ain't gonna let him get out alive.

That's convenient for
you, isn't it, Mr. Briggs?

In other words, even if Phillip is still
alive, there's no way to reach him...

or for him to reach us.
Isn't that what you're saying?

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, a cavalry patrol could
get in there and get him...

if they wanted him bad enough,
and if they could spare the losses.

Yet you say you
got in and out alone.

I stumbled in
looking for gold...

and I wandered out in
a sandstorm so thick...

that even I didn't
know I'd made it.

Then there's no other way.
You've got to take us there.

- Laura, you're not going.
- This is my problem more than yours.

Well, it ain't mine, and I
ain't risking it. Now, look.

Now, suppose I did make it a
second time, which ain't likely...

and suppose you got yourselves killed.
Well, I'd have risked my neck for nothing.

Now, you listen to me, Mr. Briggs.
That $5000 you wanted...

I'll deposit that money in your name
today, now, in a bank here in Denver.

Whatever happens to us, that
money will be waiting for you here.

- Laura.
- Let me finish.

If your story
proves to be true...

if we find my husband, alive or
dead, and we get back here safely...

I'll add another
5000 to the first.

That's $10,000, Mr. Briggs.

That's twice as much
as you had bargained for.

Well, you make it awful difficult
to refuse, ma'am. Yes, indeed.

We'll be getting into Injin
country before the day is out.

We'll have to take
turns standing guard.

What will they
do if they see us?

Oh.

Well, just anything they'd
take it in their fool heads to do.

Maybe talking, maybe scalping.

Whatever it is, the three of us
ain't gonna stop them from doing it.

What good will it
do to post guards?

They're more likely to talk if
we're awake and looking at them.

Not a lot more
likely, but a little.

- Was there something?
- My name is Maverick. Bart Maverick.

Would you announce
me to Mrs. Stanton?

That would be quite impossible,
sir. Mrs. Stanton is out of town.

Out of town?

- Well, when will she be back?
- I really couldn't say, sir.

Whoa, just a minute.

When did she leave?
Where was she going?

I really couldn't say, sir.

Well, maybe you could say something
about a man named Briggs. Paisley Briggs?

He's the one I'm
really looking for.

Then I suggest you
look elsewhere, sir.

There is no Mr. Briggs
at this address.

Well, looks like I'm
all alone in the big city.

If you're not doing anything
for dinner, maybe you'll join me.

At the Three Crowns
Inn, tonight, 9:00?

I'm extremely sorry, sir. I
seem to have other plans.

You understand that I don't go out
like this with just any man who asks me?

Or even who doesn't, like
you didn't. You're the very first.

- Really?
- Oh, yes, and the best-looking too.

Well, thank you, lady.

Let's not talk about
me. Let's talk about you.

All right, go on.

What do you know about Briggs?
Where's Mrs. Stanton? Did she go with him?

I'm beginning to think you just got
me here to ask me a lot of questions.

No, that's not the only reason.

- What other reason?
- Get some answers.

That's not very flattering.

My pappy always told me,
"Flattery is like perfume," Lettie.

"Smell it, but
don't swallow it."

And, between you and me, I'd like to
establish a bond that has some real value.

Money, for instance.

- Money?
- Yep.

Now, you concentrate on that
thought and see if you can tell me...

where did Mrs. Stanton go, and
what's it got to do with Briggs?

Come on. Hyah!

Briggs, stop!

- It's my fault. I just closed my eyes...
- Don't blame yourself, blame Briggs.

He never meant to
lead us, only to lose us...

and hightail it to Denver
to collect that money.

Why? He'd have twice as
much if he took us to Phillip.

Isn't that your answer?

Easy there, Briggs.

That hole in the pot
could have been in you.

- Was it a shot, Paul?
- Too far away to tell.

I think it came from that
direction. Let's find out.

Well, what do you know? You mean
to tell me you've been dogging me...

all the way from Grange?

Yep.

- Single-minded, aren't I?
- You know, you ain't gonna believe this...

but you just saved me the
trouble of looking you up.

Yes, sir. I felt so bad
about what happened...

that I just couldn't wait to
look you up and pay you back.

That's pretty much the
way I felt about it too.

Yeah.

Running me down this way.
Hey, that took a lot of doing.

You know, I got
to hand it to you.

All right, hand it to me. Twelve
hundred dollars, Mr. Briggs.

- Eight hundred and fifty, wasn't it?
- Plus 350 for my expenses.

And don't argue.

- I still owe you a lump on the head.
- Oh, I ain't arguing.

It's just that I
ain't got it here.

You'll be interested
to know that I run up a

nice little profit on
our nest egg, Maverick.

Yes, sir, it's in a bank in Denver. I
was just heading there to get it for us.

Well, you're welcome
to come along if you like.

Well, thanks. I
may just do that.

Say, it sure is a shame you had
to blow a hole in that coffeepot.

Now I can't offer you a
good cup of breakfast.

Oh, but what the heck?

I sure am sorry I flew
off the handle like that.

Oh, forget it. I'm
kind of glad you did.

Now we're even. In
lumps on the head, anyway.

Yeah, and then some. You like to
split mine wide open on that rock.

But I don't blame you. I
never could do anything right.

You see, I left home
more than 20 years ago...

looking to take
the world by the tail.

I left a sweet little
thing named Ellie May.

And I told her I'd come back
to her with a pot of gold...

and she promised
she'd wait for me.

But she didn't?

Not 10 years later, she up
and married another man.

Can't ever depend on women.

Yeah. After that, I got to feeling
sorry for myself and ducks in the desert.

Just about to give up hope
for getting that pot of gold...

and then something happened
that got me all fired up again.

What was that?

I got word of how Ellie May's
a widow with two fine boys.

So I figured as how
I still got a chance.

If I was to go back, she wouldn't
realize how long it took me...

to get that pot of gold, and I'd
have me a ready-made family.

Yeah.

I just come that
close to making good.

Now I guess I'll be
going to jail and all.

Because of me? No, not at all.
All I want is the money you owe me.

If you've really got $5000 in
Denver, you've got no problem.

You'll still have 3800
left over for Ellie May.

Yeah, I think she'll be glad to
see you, Paisley. I know I was.

Say, you know, you're a
real gem, Mr. Maverick.

And I'll be more than happy
to give you back your share.

Not so fast, Briggs.

That money you're splitting
up doesn't belong to you.

You see what I
mean about bad luck?

Just when you and me get everything
worked out fine, they catch up with me too.

Take his gun.
Keep him out of this.

- What is this anyway?
- I'll get around to you later.

Right now I wanna
take care of Mr. Briggs.

Well, thank you,
Mr. Asher. Uh...

What happened, see, was, while I
was going out hunting some meat...

for you and Mrs. Stanton,
then this fella jumped me...

Ain't you even gonna listen?
- Shut up.

You ran out on us because you
knew you couldn't earn that money.

It was all a lie, wasn't it?

You're an awful hard
man to talk to, Mr. Asher.

You keep hitting first
and asking questions later.

That ain't no way to act.
How would you like it?

Hold it, Laura.

I can handle him.

If you get away this
time, we won't stop you.

But it's not gonna be so easy.

All right, all right.

Don't strain yourself.
I ain't going nowhere.

Let's have the truth, Briggs.

You never saw him. You
were lying all the time.

Tell me you were lying,
or so help me, I'll kill you.

No, I never told no lie.

Now, like I said, I seen
him, and I talked to him.

There's lots of things I am, but
one thing I ain't, and that's a liar.

I think he'd admit a lie to save
his life, Laura. I believe him.

What other choice do we have?

Paisley.

How many more people
may turn up looking for you?

All my life, nobody wanted me.
Now everybody wants me at once.

Give him back his gun, Laura.

I'm sorry.

Looks like you've got a
score to settle with him too.

I didn't track him down and tie
him up just to turn him over to you.

Whatever your reasons,
we're grateful, Mr...?

Maverick. Bart Maverick.

My name's Paul Asher. This
is my fiancée, Laura Stanton.

Mrs. Phillip Stanton, isn't it?

Why, yes.

See, that's part of the reason we're here.
Mr. Briggs claims to know the location...

of a gold strike my husband
made shortly before his death.

Even though your business with
him seems to have come first...

we hope you'll respect
the urgency of ours.

Well, I'd respect it a lot more if
you told me the truth, Mrs. Stanton.

What do you mean by that?

You didn't bring your fiancée
out here to look for gold, Mr. Asher.

Seems more likely you're
looking for something else.

Mrs. Stanton's husband?

Whatever would give
you an idea like that?

I talked to that newspaper editor
in Grange, Briggs, after you did.

You just told me the rest.

All right, Mr. Maverick.
I apologize for the lie.

Don't worry. I don't care
what you're looking for.

All I'm after is the money
that Briggs stole from me.

He owes me $1200, and I'm taking
him back to Denver to collect it.

You're not taking him anywhere
without us. And that money in Denver...

was for him to lead
us to Laura's husband.

He doesn't get one
cent until the job's done.

He ran out on you
once before, Mr. Asher.

You think you can keep
him from doing it again.

Not without your help.

- How's that again?
- Meaning no offense, Mr. Maverick...

but any man who will go through
what you've gone through for $1200...

must be mighty fond of money.

That's why you'll go along.

We'll give you $2500 to help
us keep an eye on Briggs.

If you don't, you'll lose $1200.

Where did he say
your husband is?

The Wacanda, Mr. Maverick. That's the
last place on earth you wanna go, right?

Right. I wouldn't consider it.

Five thousand?

- Well?
- I'm considering it.

Just between you
and me, Mr. Maverick...

I'm awful glad you
voted to throw in with us.

I feel a sight better
having you along.

- So do your friends back there.
- I know, and they're right.

I need somebody to keep an eye
on me, to stop me from going off...

and doing some fool
thing I'm sorry for later.

That's why I'm
glad you're along.

- To save you from yourself, huh?
- That's right.

Though, if them Sioux get any closer, there
ain't gonna be much left for you to save.

Yeah.

There's burning, folks.
You're being talked about.

What are they saying?

They're telling each other how
we're heading for the Wacanda.

They're not making
any move to stop us.

As far as I know, there ain't
nothing to stop us from getting in.

Only getting out.

I'll take over now,
Bart. Go get some rest.

The only one that's got any rest is
Briggs. You haven't closed your eyes.

- Neither has Laura.
- I know.

Drums keeping you awake?

You know that's not what it is.

I don't know what we're afraid of most.
That we won't find Phil or that we will.

You don't have to
talk about it to me.

I have to talk about it to somebody.
Of course, you don't have to listen.

Under those
circumstances, go ahead.

Well, what I keep asking myself is,
what good can come of it if Phil is alive?

Oh, Phil was my friend, sure,
but would it be better for him...

to have cheated the hangman,
lived for another year...

than have to go
through all this again?

- Maybe not.
- No.

It was better the way it was.

For Laura's sake too.

And, yes, for my sake. I guess
it's no secret the way I feel.

No.

Wish I could tell
how she feels now.

I thought I could...

but the farther we go, the
farther we seem to grow apart.

She had a lot on her mind, Paul.

Give her time.

We'll be in the
Wacanda tomorrow.

- You think we'll find him?
- Nope.

But you'll find
your answer there.

One way or the other.

- Mr. Maverick?
- Yeah?

What were you and
Paul talking about?

Our chances.

- Of finding Philip?
- Among other things.

Tell me, what happens
if we do find him?

I don't know.

Would you try to take him back with you,
or would you be ready to stay with him?

- That's a strange question.
- Well, it's a strange problem.

If he is alive, what makes
you think he'll let you find him?

What makes you think
he won't be dangerous?

To me? To Paul?

Anyone who might come after him.

Your love, Paul's friendship,
they could still threaten his safety.

Man alone with no
law but survival...

feeling that rope around his
neck every time he took a breath.

There's no telling what
he might have become.

Are you trying to frighten me?

No. To prepare you.

For the worst?

Mm-hm.

And hope for the best.

Personally, I think Briggs lied.
I think your husband's dead.

But if he isn't, don't count too
much on finding the man you married.

I see.

Good night, Laura.

Well, folks, there you are.

Cross that river, and
you're in the Wacanda.

- Let's go, then.
- Sorry, this is as far as I go.

- What are you talking about now?
- I told a lie, a real whopper this time.

- What lie? Tell me.
- Well, ma'am, the whole thing, I guess.

I never seen your husband,
and I made up the whole story.

Ought to be ashamed of
myself, I guess. And I am too.

But the ring, Philip's ring.

- Where did you get it, Paisley?
- Oh, I just naturally found it in there.

- Across the river?
- Yeah.

Oh, I was in there, like I said.
I just didn't see your husband.

It was finding the ring
that give me the idea.

- But you did find it in there?
- Likely one of them Injins dropped it.

Probably took it off him
when they burned the coach.

I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't
mean to carry the joke this far.

Why did you lead us here?

I expected to get away
from you long before this.

I would have too, if
it hadn't been for him.

Well, that settles it. It's
not too late to turn back.

Oh, but it is.

You don't plan to go on, knowing
that Briggs never saw your husband?

That doesn't matter now. Take
us where you found that ring.

No, ma'am. I ain't gonna do it.

Paul, please help me.
Make him take us there.

- Briggs?
- No, sir.

I could bite my tongue off for lying,
but I ain't gonna kill myself over it.

Bart?

I have to side with
Briggs this time.

If we turn around now,
they may just let us go.

But not if we cross that river.

They're right, Laura.

You mean you're with him too?

No. Briggs can tell me
where he found the ring.

You go on back with the
others. I'll cross the river alone.

If I don't come back with the answer,
I'll just as soon not come back at all.

Thanks, Paul. But
you're not going alone.

Sorry we took you so
far out of your way, Bart.

Now, if you can tell
us where you found that

ring, Mr. Briggs,
you're free to go too.

Oh, this is all my fault.

If it hadn't been for me and my big
lying mouth, you wouldn't be in this fix.

I just can't put you out on
a limb and then saw it off.

No, ma'am. If you cross that river, I'm
going with you. It's my Christian duty.

Paisley, just when I think
I got you figured out...

you have to go and
do something decent.

I could kick myself. Well,
so long, Mr. Maverick.

Not so fast.

You owe me $1200. I'm
not letting you out of my sight.

Thanks, Bart.

Don't thank me.

Our deal still goes.

Don't run the horses. You
slip now, you're finished.

They stopped at the river.
They won't come after us.

- They sure closed the door behind us.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, I found
that ring right here.

I ain't likely to
forget this spot...

because that's the highest
cliff for miles around.

We'll make camp here,
then split up and search.

Meet back here again at sundown.

Laura better stick with you.

Briggs and I will take
two other directions.

Stanton, you got
company. I'm coming in.

Anybody home?

What are you? Couldn't find any kind of
a badge on you, so you're not a lawman.

- What are you? A bounty hunter?
- What did you hit me with?

This. Haven't had any
bullets for it for six months.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have
gotten as close to me as you did.

You made it do a pretty
fair job without bullets.

It wasn't that funny.

You think I'm out of
my mind, don't you?

Oh, no. No.

It's just that hearing a
human voice sounds so good.

- Any voice, even yours.
- Thanks.

- You're Stanton, huh?
- That's right.

Who's that?

Some white man.

Wandered in here
looking for gold, I suppose.

I found him like that.

How do you know
he's a white man?

Fillings in his teeth.

The only gold here is
what he brought in with him.

Well, looks like we'll be together
a long time. You, me and him.

May as well get your
name. Never caught his.

Maverick.

Well, Mr. Maverick, I'd like to
keep you alive as long as I can...

because I'm tired
of talking to him.

But that's up to you. I'll kill you the
first time you even look unfriendly.

You may not believe this,
but I came here to help you.

Keep talking. I like listening.

Well, in the first place, the law
forgot about you 11 months ago.

You case is closed.

Officially, you're dead.

What made them think so?

When that coach was found, they
pulled six bodies out of the ashes.

Since there were only six to start
with, they figured one of them was you.

Of course.

The man we picked
up on the road.

They wouldn't have
known about him.

How did you save your neck when
the Sioux butchered all the rest?

I didn't. They set me free.

Well, the Sioux have a
sense of poetic justice.

I was in irons,
chained hand and foot.

They seemed to think that any prisoner
of the white man was a friend of theirs.

But if I'm dead and there's
no reward out on me...

there's no reason for you to risk your life
coming after me. The real story, tell it.

I didn't come here alone.
Your wife came with me.

Laura?

Here?

That's impossible.

What's wrong? Don't
you wanna see her?

Of course I want to.
But what good can it do?

I was better off dead for her sake.
Now she's thrown her own life away.

Man that led us in here got out
once before. It's not impossible.

And go back to a rope?

- They might believe your story this time.
- Not a chance. I went through all that.

So has Laura. It nearly killed her.
Nobody believed me except her.

And Paul.

Paul?

He's here too.

Of course, Paul. I
should've known.

He wouldn't have let
her come without him.

There's no reason in the
world for you to do me a favor.

- Right.
- But I'm going to ask one.

Please. Tell them you didn't
find me. You understand?

I can't go with
you. I can't see her.

It would make everything
worse for all of us.

Do you mean that?

Well, how much can a man
take? I can accept this exile.

I can even live with it.

But if I saw her again...

I couldn't face it.

You're not facing
anything, Stanton.

How do you expect her to live, not
knowing whether you're dead or alive?

Then tell her I am
dead. Tell them...

Tell them you did find me
and that's what's left of me.

That's what you
really want, huh?

All right.

Might have been easier
getting out of here with four men.

She might make it anyhow.

You'll never know whether
she made it or not, will you?

That makes you just
about even, I guess.

Wait.

I'm going with you.

It's three hours past sundown.

If Bart doesn't show up
soon, we'll go looking for him.

It's this place.
Gives me the creeps.

There's a curse
on it, sure enough.

Cut it out, Briggs. Anything
could have happened to him.

He could've gone too far,
horse pulled up lame, anything.

If that ain't him, it ain't
nothing I wanna see.

Laura.

Laura.

Well, what do you
know? I wasn't lying.

Too good to last.

They found that sentry's body.

They picked up our trail.

Hang on, Paul!
Head for those rocks!

Get me a rifle. I...

I can keep them
busy till you get a start.

- No, Paul.
- We're not leaving you.

Don't be a fool. Why do you
think I came looking for you?

If I'd have been alone, found
you alive, I'd have killed you.

Paul, you don't know
what you're saying.

Don't I?

I almost let him
die once before...

because I wanted you.

You see, Phil, I knew
you didn't kill that man.

Because I did.

I thought you'd get
off. When you didn't...

I thought I had a chance.

So I took it.

Hey! Maybe we all got a chance.

If that wind kicks up enough
sand, we can slip past them.

They won't even see us.

I think it's all over.

Yeah, we lost them.
We're out of Injin country.

Oh, Phillip. Did you hear that?

Sure. We had to make it, Laura.

How's Paul?

Paul?

He didn't make it.

I guess he didn't have to.

Well, Mr. Maverick, only
10 more miles to Denver.

Every mile's worth $1000 to me.

Yes, sir.

Tomorrow morning, I'm on my way
to Ellie May with $10,000 in my jeans.

Correction, Paisley. Eight thousand,
eight hundred. Remember me?

Oh, Maverick.