Original subtitles

Well, I guess we better get...

You didn't like the picnic?

I mean business, Mr. Maverick.

Can you hit what's left?

Let's talk business.

"Maverick..."

...starring James Garner.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world.

Produced for Television by Warner Brothers.

[Bret] There's only one thing really wrong with Virginia City,

The biggest poker game in town is a private affair.

The Comstock Club is exclusive.

If you're not a member or recommended by one

you haven't got a chance of getting in.

Of course, exceptions are made in the case

of an important personality.

I'm sorry, Mr. Maverick, but I never heard of you.

Oh.

- Goodnight, Tom. - Goodnight, Mr. Horne.

- You sure there's no chance? - Not unless you're a member.

Thank you.

Horne.

I didn't know you were a gunman Mr. Jennings.

I know the truth now, Horne.

Why the committee voted against giving me the money.

It's no secret.

Congress isn't in the habit of donating millions to crackpots.

Your money your influence

stopped me again, but for the last time.

Thank you, sir. I appreciate the effort

but really the trouble wasn't necessary.

Doesn't he know how to pull a trigger?

He hasn't the courage to pull the trigger.

Here, go ahead. Shoot.

You see what I mean?

You're a fanatic, alright, Jennings,

but you're not a very good fanatic.

I'm grateful for your interference, sir.

Dead, you would've won, Horne.

You would've been a martyr for all those

who think the same twisted way you do.

But alive?

Alive you're gonna be beaten.

By Alex Jennings?

By Jerome Horne.

Oh, you're desperate now, Horne.

You're taking bigger and bolder steps to stop me.

One step is gonna be too big, too bold

then you're gonna fall, and fall hard.

- Jennings "Folly." - What's that?

You must be a stranger here.

Alex Jennings wants to build a five-mile long

railroad tunnel into the Comstock load

to cut the ore out and ventilate the mines.

He should ventilate his brain first.

- Jennings is the kind mister... - Maverick.

Jerome Horne.

Jennings is the kind who shows up

after all the backbreaking work and hard labor

of building railroads and digging mines is done

and then he wants to tell you how things

should be from here on.

Better working conditions, less danger.

If we had listened to his kind, there wouldn't

be any working conditions to worry about at all.

We wouldn't have dug any mines in the first place.

You going this way, Mr. Maverick?

I'm afraid so, I couldn't get in the club.

Members and friends of members only.

You're a friend of a member now.

Well, I was hoping it would work out that way.

It's alright, Tom, he's with me.

- Alright, Mr. Horne. - Thank you.

Around the table, Mr. Maverick,

we have some of the finest gentlemen in Virginia City.

Mr. Willard Deuten, rancher, Mr. Alfred Clay, gold mining

Mr. Stewart Kennedy, silver, and Mr. John Bordeen

my partner in railroading.

Gentlemen, Mr. Bret Maverick.

Poker player.

Good luck, Mr. Maverick.

And goodnight again, gentlemen.

Chips are $50 apiece, Mr. Maverick

minimum buy, $2,000.

Don't mind Bordeen, Mr. Maverick.

He gets a little touchy when he's losing.

Your 200, Mr. Maverick, and 1,000 better.

Out.

Call.

Fold.

Three nines, Mr. Maverick.

Small straight, Mr. Bordeen.

I owe you $5,000, Mr. Maverick, I'd like a chance to get even.

The game isn't over, is it, gentlemen?

It is for me, I've got some work to do in my office.

I have a proposition I'd like to make to you

- Mr. Maverick. - A $5,000 bet.

- On one hand? - One cut.

I say for $5,000

I can cut the ace of spades with one try.

Do I get to shuffle?

As much as you want.

Well, do we have a bet?

Double or nothing?

Double or nothing.

Those are pretty attractive odds, Mr. Bordeen.

One chance to cut the ace of spades.

Correct, Mr. Maverick?

Correct, Mr. Bordeen.

I believe I've cut the ace of spades, Mr. Maverick.

I now owe you nothing.

I'm afraid you're mistaken, Mr. Bordeen.

You now owe me $10,000.

Looks like he beat you at your own game, John.

Shut up!

You can have your money in my office in one hour.

You've seen that trick before, Mr. Maverick?

No, just that kind of trickster.

This is my profession, gentlemen.

Hard to understand.

Losing $10,000 to Bordeen is no more than losing ten dollars

is to most people, he's that rich.

Some men can't stand to lose ten cents,

Mr. Kennedy, no matter how rich they are.

Come in.

Yes, sir?

I have an appointment to see Mr. Bordeen.

- Oh, Mr. Maverick? - That's right.

Uh, go right in.

Uh, Mr. Maverick, Mr. Bordeen's expecting you.

More ink.

[Mr. Bordeen] Close the door.

Your manners are bad, Maverick.

How can you tell?

You had your back to me.

I have a feeling we're not fond of each other, Mr. Bordeen.

I suggest we get this over with as fast as possible.

Fine. I'm not gonna pay you.

Goodbye, Mr. Maverick.

That's a little too fast.

You owe me $10,000, I want it.

Anybody who can palm an ace of spades

like you did, Maverick, is a card sharp

and I don't pay off to card sharps.

Now, get out!

A long time ago, Mr. Bordeen, I decided that a gambling debt

wasn't ever important enough to kill a man over.

I decided that welshers are people to feel sorry for.

That the pressure that made them crawl so low

must've been worse than anything I could do to them.

So I let it go at that.

Marked it off to profit and loss

but you don't get off that easy.

No, sir.

Every time your name comes up, Mr. Bordeen

at every place I go I'm gonna tell this little story.

About how the millionaire railroad builder

didn't actually lose $10,000 to the stranger after all.

Why not?

Because he didn't pay the stranger what he owed him.

You wouldn't dare.

Like to bet another $10,000 on that?

He's dead, you better get the sheriff.

I'll get him myself.

[Bret] The sheriff had gone home for the night

and the name John Bordeen was too big for the deputy.

So, the sheriff's home was the next stop.

That helps a little. I wake up kinda slowly.

I wouldn't get too upset, mister...

- Maverick. - Yeah.

If things went like you said it shouldn't go bad for ya.

I believe it's customary to knock before

entering, gentlemen.

Oh, excuse me, sheriff. I didn't recognize you.

- Good evening. - Don't you recognize me?

This is the man who shot Mr. Bordeen.

Right in there about two hours ago.

Come on, sheriff, see for yourself.

This is what I'm talkin' about.

What's the joke?

It happened just like I told you, sheriff.

No, wait. He shot at me.

The bullets ought to be in that door.

They should be about right in here.

I can't arrest you for murder, Maverick

but I can arrest you on quite a few other charges.

The clerk out there, he spilled ink when I came in.

Don't tell me no ink.

Either you've had too much to drink or not enough.

One or the other, now clear outta here.

[Maverick thinking] You try to collect a debt

a man welshes, pulls a gun, you shoot him first.

The sheriff investigates, and finds absolutely nothing.

What do you do? You forget it? You can't.

You're out $10,000.

Alright, where do you begin?

The clerk without ink on his hands, where else?

Getting a line on the clerk

took less than an hour.

He didn't look, think, or act

like most people in Virginia City.

His name was Venner, and he lived

in the lodging house on Taylor street.

I wonder if you could help me, ma'am.

I'm trying to find a Mr. Venner.

- He's dead. - What?

Struck down by a wagon.

Thank you, ma'am.

To begin with Mr. Maverick, I've already heard

your fantastic story about killing my partner.

It happened, Mr. Horne exactly as I told the sheriff it did.

It couldn't have.

My partner's standing right out there now.

Hello, Mr. Maverick.

I don't believe we've met.

This is the man you played poker with last night.

The man who owes me $10,000?

I'm sorry I was so rude last night, Mr. Maverick.

Well, I'm sorry I killed you.

I prefer you don't persist in telling that story, Maverick.

- Good day, Mr. Horne. - Good day, Mr. Maverick.

- Mister, uh... - Bordeen.

Of course.

What to do about Maverick?

It depends on what he does.

Follow him.

- What about him? - He'll behave.

Won't you?

I-I don't like this.

You will.

Be patient.

Nobody likes being a millionaire at first.

Now, for the next act of "Maverick."

[Bret] Half my problem was solved now.

I had my $10,000.

Solving the other half suddenly didn't seem too important.

Suppose I did prove I'd killed Bordeen

I'd still have to prove that I'd done it

in self-defense.

Uh-uh, no percentage.

A trip to San Francisco

suddenly seemed like a better idea.

An hour later I had my ticket

and nothing to do till the stage left

the next morning.

[Jane] Mr. Maverick.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm Jane Vaughn.

I'm not very flattered either.

I've got the worst memory in the world.

Well, that's alright, I'm not being very fair either.

We only met once, and it was just for a few minutes.

A club in New Orleans.

Of course, the Jambalaya Club.

Yes, that's right.

It certainly took me long enough.

Well, nice seeing you again, Mr. Maverick.

Well, no, wait. I'll walk along with you, if I may.

Oh, well, I'm just going back to my hotel.

I won't be keeping you from anything, will I?

No, no. As a matter of fact, I don't have anything to do

until tomorrow morning's stage leaves for San Francisco.

Still trying to place me?

No, I'm trying to place who you were with when we met.

Oh, he was a very handsome gentleman.

Husband?

Uh-uh, brother.

- Ms. Vaughn. - Mr. Maverick.

It's a lovely day today.

I have nothing to do, I'd like you to join me.

Doing nothing?

How about a ride in the country?

A picnic lunch? Champagne.

- Mr. Maverick. - Yes, Ms. Vaughn.

I accept.

- Jane. - Mm-hm.

Why did you talk to me on the street today?

Oh, I always talk to my old friends.

How could we be old friends if we never met before?

But we have met.

At the Jambalaya Club?

Yes, that's right.

No, it isn't.

I made that up.

Why?

'Cause I know you were lyin' about knowin' me.

How?

Your face.

It's too pretty to forget.

If I had ever met you before I'd have remembered you.

Then why didn't you say something about it at the time?

What's your real name?

Ellen.

Ellen what?

Ellen Bordeen.

John Bordeen's daughter?

Niece.

Ralph Bordeen is my father.

So, John Bordeen has a brother.

Yes.

Have you seen him, Mr. Maverick?

Do you know where my father is?

I think so.

But why did you want to get together with me?

Well I heard the story that you claimed

to have shot John Bordeen.

So?

So, it was someplace to start.

Start what?

Mr. Maverick, my father and I live on a small ranch

just outside of Carson City.

Well, I was away for a few days

and when I got back my father was gone.

No note, no message, nothing.

A suitcase was gone and some of his clothes.

Mr. Maverick, my father is a timid man.

In five years he hasn't been five miles away from that ranch.

He never does anything without talking to me first.

I'm all he has.

Why'd you come to Virginia City?

Well, I wanted to see if my uncle knew anything about it.

- John Bordeen? - Yes.

But I couldn't find him.

And then I heard that you had claimed

to have killed John Bordeen.

Did you, Mr. Maverick?

In self-defense, I'm sorry.

Well, don't be on my account.

I hated my Uncle John.

He treated my father like dirt, worse.

But 20 years ago he

cheated him out of a gold claim.

That gold claim was the start of John Bordeen.

I don't think my father ever got over it.

So, I thought there might be some connection.

Do you think there is?

I don't know

but I do know where your father is.

- Where? - Out at Horne's ranch.

Posing as your late uncle John.

Why, why would he do a thing like that?

Mr. Maverick, are you sure of what you're talking about?

I mean, did you see my father? Did you talk with him?

Today.

John Bordeen died owing me $10,000.

I wanted my money.

Your father paid me off, tried to make me believe it

he was the man I'd killed.

But why should he pretend to be a man he hated?

For some reason Jerome Horne doesn't want it known

that his partner is dead.

What reason?

Mr. Maverick, if my father is posing as John Bordeen

he's doing it against his will.

- Possibly. - Probably.

But what can I do about it?

Go to the sheriff, I guess.

No.

The sheriff was put into office by Jerome Horne.

Will you help me?

No, ma'am.

Not very noble, are you?

No, ma'am.

Because you have your $10,000?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, I guess we better get...

You didn't like the picnic?

Mr. Maverick, I'm going to take

your $10,000 and I'm going to keep it until

you find out for me why Jerome Horne

is using my father.

I can work from there myself.

Do you really think you can force me to help you?

I'm going to try.

I mean business, Mr. Maverick.

Can you hit what's left?

Let's talk business.

There's nothing to talk about.

You just give me the money,

and when you find out what I wanna know

you'll get it back.

It's that simple.

No, not so simple.

What if I won't give you the money?

Then I'll kill you.

And do what about getting the information you want?

I'll still have your $10,000

so I'll use it to hire someone to do the work for me.

- You sound determined. - I am.

I love my father, Mr. Maverick, and in a way you're responsible

for everything that's happened, so I feel very righteous

about forcing you to help me.

Now, put the money on the seat.

Yes, ma'am.

Move over there.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll leave your gun in the road.

Goodbye, Mr. Maverick.

Ah!

Alright. You didn't hide the money in your room

and the clerk didn't put it in the safe.

That leaves you personally.

You come near me and I'm gonna scream.

If I don't get my money I'll scream louder.

Now, don't you dare. Don't you dare come near me. Don't!

Alright. Alright, alright, I'll give you back your money.

It's in the bureau.

I looked in the bureau.

I turned every drawer inside out.

It's not in a drawer, it's under one.

It's glued to the bottom one.

It's all there.

- I gave up. - After you slugged me?

Oh, I didn't like slugging you.

You poor girl.

Now, what's the real reason?

Well, I guess I misjudged you.

You work on your own terms.

If I take your money away from you

well, then you go after the money instead of

what I want you to go after to get the money.

It was my mistake and I'm sorry.

Oh, and I'm so sorry I did that.

That's all?

I think we're in business.

You mean you'll help me, you'll go out

to the ranch after my father?

I'm gonna find out more about why Horne is using your father.

You know, you're funny, Bret.

What you won't do for $10,000

you will do for nothing.

You're rather impulsive.

[Bret] For a start, for some proof that I was telling the truth

about the gun fight with Bordeen I headed back

discreetly, to the Horne-Bordeen

Holding Company office.

The door where Bordeen's bullets had gone

was something to go on.

They hadn't had time to repair the door

before I had returned with the sheriff,

but they had had time to switch the door

with another one.

So far so good.

The hinges had been worked on recently.

The problem was simple now.

Find the original door.

It was in one of the rooms in the building.

How many rooms were there?

Then again maybe it was right in this room.

There it was, buried in what was now

the closet door.

[Norman] You're gonna burn your fingers.

Hold it.

Turn around.

Drop your gun belt.

Kick it over here.

You know, for a while there

I really thought you were gonna go to San Francisco.

So did I, for a while.

You should've.

You alright, Mr. Maverick?

Yeah, I'm fine, thanks to you, Mr. Jennings, wasn't it?

Alex Jennings.

I, I'm not used to these.

You did fine, Mr. Jennings.

But what were you doing here in the first place?

You're following him?

No, I was following you, then I saw him.

His name is Norman Brock.

He works for Horne and Bordeen.

Kills for them I should say.

Well, what were doing following me?

I wanna talk to you, Mr. Maverick

about you having shot John Bordeen.

- Is that true? - Yeah.

Can we go somewhere and talk? My place?

It's very important to me, Mr. Maverick.

It might be important to me too, Mr. Jennings.

Now, this is the Comstock load.

The heat comes from these boiling underground Springs.

The gases rise over here.

Now, my tunnel would be a means

of drawing off water and gases alike

reducing the temperature to close to normal

surface temperature and eliminating the gases

almost entirely.

Fresh, cool air, Mr. Maverick.

Safety.

How long is the tunnel now?

Twenty-one thousand three hundred and seven feet.

Well, a little over four miles.

A hundred and eighty-seven feet over as of tonight.

Mr. Maverick, there is no little when you dig a tunnel.

Every inch counts after 16 years.

Sixteen years?

It should've taken only four years

but for Horne and Bordeen.

They have fought me right from the start.

Stopped me wherever they could.

At the banks, in the courts

even in the congress of the United States.

They have made me a figure of public ridicule.

Jennings "Folly" is the name my tunnel goes by.

And the names for me are worse.

Well, why?

How does the tunnel hurt them?

Their railroad.

They make their money carting the ore

out of the mines into the refineries.

And the tunnel will make it a short haul?

One tenth of the distance, Mr. Maverick.

That is the reason I started this tunnel.

It was a railroad first, a means of ventilation second.

Now, it's the other way around?

It has been for the past seven years.

Mr. Maverick, these are medical histories of over 400 men

miners, who died working in the Comstock load.

Each death can be directly attributed

either to the gas in the mine or the heat.

Doesn't the public know about this?

The public only knows what Horne and Bordeen want them to know.

Mr. Maverick, did you shoot John Bordeen...

- ...as you've said? - Mm-hm.

But I heard that when you went back to the office

his body wasn't there anymore.

That's right.

They don't want Bordeen's death known.

Why?

There's only one reason I can think of.

Horne and Bordeen are in great financial trouble.

I know they spent a fortune fighting me.

That must be it.

What does that have to do

with Horne covering up Bordeen's death?

The courts, Mr. Maverick.

Bordeen's death would throw their partnership

into probate for the heirs.

The company's records would have to be made public.

The creditors might panic, demand their money, foreclose.

This could mean the end of them.

You could be right.

Bordeen's brother is posing as Bordeen right now.

What?

Why then I am right.

Do you know what that means to me, Mr. Maverick?

It means that at last I've got Horne on the run.

You will help me, won't you?

When it comes time to expose Horne?

Well, let's just say I won't stand in your way.

Mixing in other people's business isn't my profession

Mr. Jennings.

Sometimes we can't stay out of other people's business.

Can we, Mr. Maverick?

We can try.

Goodnight, Mr. Jennings.

Goodnight, Mr. Maverick.

- Howdy. - Howdy.

Fence post.

Fence post?

I got no instructions for fence post.

- Who you from? - Coal Ride Lumber.

Never heard of 'em.

Where's your shipping order?

It's in the back with the fence post.

Let's have a look at it.

Alright, I'll show it to you.

Well, open it up.

Get inside, mister.

- Ellen! - Father!

Are you alright? Oh, I was afraid

something terrible had happened to you.

No, no, I'm fine, just fine, my dear.

- Mr. Bordeen. - Mr. Maverick.

Mr. Maverick got us in here in a wagon, father.

We can get out the same way.

- Now, come on. - Hold on.

Why do we wanna get out?

Well, you're being held a prisoner here, aren't you?

I was.

You're not now?

Doesn't Horne wanna pass you off as your brother anymore?

Oh, yes, by all means.

But I no longer object.

Oh, why not?

Why should I?

What's wrong with being John Bordeen?

Millionaire partner of Jerome Horne.

I rather like the idea.

Your father is a timid man?

From Havana, Cuba.

Father, you wanna be John Bordeen, right?

Why not, Ellen?

John Bordeen has money, jewelry

elegant surroundings.

I was just writing you about it when you came in, Ellen

to ask you to join me here

and share in this life with me.

What did Ralph Bordeen ever have?

Poverty.

Doing without for a lifetime hasn't been very pleasant

especially when I did without because my own brother

cheated me out of what should've been mine.

I have never known one moment of gracious living, Ellen

nor your mother, nor you.

You, you see what I'm getting at, don't you?

She's way ahead of ya.

Well, why not? Why shouldn't he have a little luxury

and a little comfort, and a few riches?

Well, there's always the gout.

Don't mind Mr. Maverick, father, he's just upset

about somebody named Jennings

who wants to build a tunnel or something.

I'll get over it.

You know, father, I think you're right.

I think we have a very lovely life ahead of us.

Of course you'll have to forgive me

if it takes a little while to get adjusted

to being a rich man's daughter, niece.

And the price tag's on the bottom.

Don't be a spoilsport, Bret.

I wouldn't think of it.

Goodbye, Ellen, Mr. Bordeen.

Where are you going?

The wagon. I rented it by the hour.

Oh, stop it.

Now, why shouldn't father get everything he can out of this?

After all, it was Uncle John that cheated him

out of a claim in the first place.

I didn't say a word.

Well, alright, but I know what

you're thinking, "poor, Mr. Jennings."

Well, I never stood in his way, neither did father.

Let him build all the tunnels he wants to, why blame us?

I'm not blaming anybody.

Well, then where are you going?

[Horne] No place.

Now, back to "Maverick."

I had hoped we weren't going to meet again.

Imagine how I feel.

- Take him out. - No. Leave him alone.

I've been listening to you from outside, Ellen.

You're obviously interested in the finer things in life.

They're not free, you know.

Well, the price better not be too high, Mr. Horne.

If you kill him you get no cooperation from me.

Mr. Maverick tried to help me, us.

It can't end this way, we're not murderers.

No harm must come to my daughter, gentlemen.

Uh, suggestion.

Go ahead.

Why all this talk about what to do with Maverick?

Let him go, he can't hurt ya.

- You can ruin everything. - Be quiet.

Go ahead.

No one believed me when I said I killed John Bordeen.

Why should they start believing me now when

I say that John Bordeen's brother is taking his place?

They might stop laughing and start getting nasty.

After all, Mr. Horne, you, John Bordeen's partner

swear that this is John Bordeen.

And you, his niece, tell the same story.

Who's gonna believe me? Alex Jennings?

So, why should I make the effort?

That's my point.

Where will you go from here?

San Francisco.

The sooner the better.

Well, you're not the most grateful of men.

I just saved your life.

You also got rid of a bad conscience.

Goodbye, Ellen.

Happy money.

Don't let him disturb you, Ellen.

He doesn't.

[Bret thinking] My pappy had it right.

"Stick your nose in other people's business

and you'll get it bent."

My business is gambling.

Jennings' is building tunnels and that's that.

All set, folks, you can get aboard now.

What was that?

- It was a gas explosion. - How do you know?

I was in one of these once, mister.

Come on, they'll need every one of us.

How about you, stranger? We need all the help we can get.

- Let's go, friend. - It's brawn we need.

No, I'm going to San Francisco.

- Yeah, later. - No, but wait!

- Come on. Everybody help. - You don't understand!

Stretcher!

Mr. Maverick.

It's a pretty hot little mine you got here, Mr. Jennings.

Looks like I was right, Mr. Maverick

about it sometimes being hard

to stay out of other people's business.

Nah, nonsense.

I was just doing this for the exercise.

Hello, Bret. How do you feel?

Surprised.

What are you doing here?

- Worrying about you. - Why?

Something go wrong with your inheritance?

Everything.

Well, spare me the details.

I'm not interested.

Yes, you are.

I'm on your side, Bret, Jennings' side.

Well, don't make it any worse for me.

I don't like what I'm doing, and I don't like to give up

what I'm giving up.

But when I heard that you had volunteered

to risk your life by going down into the mine,

well, everything changed for me.

Volunteered?

Don't try to deny it.

I was out shopping when I heard all about it.

Looking at silk dresses.

Tsk. Suddenly I felt so ashamed.

And now that I've seen all this,

Bret, I could never go back.

A hundred men were killed here.

Just blown to bits in one horrible second.

I can't stand in Jennings' way.

Are you sure?

All this won't look so grim by morning.

It'll look grim to me a hundred mornings from now.

What about your farm in Carson City?

How will that look in the light of day?

Beautiful.

I was just checking.

I'm really grateful to you, Bret.

You know, if you hadn't volunteered to go

down into the mine

I might never have taken a second look at things.

What is it, Bret, are you alright?

Oh, no, I'm fine, I'm fine.

Wait a minute, I'll go get a doctor.

- No, no, no. It's nothing. - Are you sure?

Positive.

Oh.

Somebody need a doctor over there?

No, no, no, everything's alright.

- Here, here, let me help you. - Oh, thanks.

Say, how about your father?

Does he know you've changed sides?

Uh-uh. We're gonna have to go rescue him again.

Bret, are you sure you're alright?

Oh, I'm as weak as a kitten.

Think you'll make it to my carriage, kitten?

Hold it.

You left your carriage in a very convenient place, Ms. Bordeen.

There's a barn over there.

What happens there?

Mr. Horne's gone through a lot of expenses

well, with this John Bordeen business Mr. Maverick.

It can't all come to nothing

just because the little lady there

suffered a change of heart.

Move.

That's far enough.

When I say Horne you faint.

Turn around.

You know you're making one mistake, Brock.

What's Ralph Bordeen gonna say?

How cooperative is he gonna be

when he finds out you shot his daughter?

He'll never find out.

You're both gonna die accidentally.

With bullets?

By carriage accident.

You were running away together.

The carriage lost a wheel, went over the cliff.

Clever.

Whose idea was that?

Yours or Horne's?

You can get up now.

Ellen?

- Hey, Ellen. - I guess I should've said...

..."pretend to faint."

Oh.

- Is everything... - Everything's fine.

Hey, now, you're not gonna faint again, are you?

No. No, not if you keep talking to me I won't.

About what?

Oh, I don't know.

Tell me about a picnic you're gonna take me on.

Okay, a picnic it is.

As soon as we take care of Mr. Horne.

And the first thing we're gonna have is...

- Champagne. - Sunshine.

And there'll be no gun play whatsoever

there'll just be the two of us and the ants.

[Bret] Five days later, a lot of changes

have been made for Virginia City.

Ralph Bordeen had been rescued again.

Jerome Horne was on trial for murder

and Alex Jennings had gone to Washington

at the invitation of the U.S. Congress.

And Ellen and I were finally able

to keep our appointment with the ants.

Bless you.

Thanks.

Hello. I hope you enjoyed the show.

Next week, we bring you the story of a chase.

It's also the story of a search for something that could mean

the difference between life and death for Bart Maverick.

I don't think you've got guts enough to keep lying.

Tell him what he wants to know.

Mister, he'll kill you next time.

- He tried to jump me. - He jumped me.

- Sheriff Edwards of Elm City. - Hold on, you.

His name is Maverick. I got the warrant right here.

Alright. Which one of you two is telling the truth?

I got the key to these cuts right in my pocket.

- You picked my pocket? - What?

No wonder they call him Light Fingers Maverick.

Turk, you're doing a fool thing.

Give it up now before it's too late.

- Let's go. - Where?

I haven't got time to explain. Get going.

What are you going to do about us?

I, I don't know.

You better decide before he comes back.

I know we can lay our hands on $80,000.

Now, does that sound worthwhile leading for?

I'd even stay for that. What do we have to do?

I'll tell you all about it later.

You, me, and the money

we're going back together just to prove I'm an honest fella.

I'll make you a real good deal. Half the money.

But we can't go back there now. It's too dangerous.

Not as dangerous as it is here.

On the other hand, if you ask me in a nice, friendly way

you might take your partner along double.

- My horse is fresh. - Alright, get on, Jose.

I said in a nice, friendly way.

[Bret] It's called "The Third Rider"

and it combines action, humor, and suspense

in the combination you've come to like.

See it next week.