Original subtitles

You there! What are you doin'?

Hold it! Hold it there!

"Maverick."

Starring James Garner.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the Entertainment Capital of the world.

Produced for Television by Warner Brothers.

Finish your drink, mister.

It's a long ride back to town.

I didn't really believe it was you.

It's me, sheriff.

Well, if you've had your water

you can climb aboard your horse now.

Sheriff, I couldn't do that if my life depended on it.

You think it don't?

It's my leg.

I guess I've been losin' more blood than I thought.

I know, that's how I trailed you.

Look, I'm-I'm gonna have to rest awhile

before I can ride again.

It's the only way I'll ever make it back.

Twenty minutes.

Then you're ridin' back to Norrisburg...

...either in your saddle or across it.

Much obliged.

Kind of a clumsy job.

Guess I'll never make a good bank robber.

Not for the next 20 years anyhow.

It was my first try at it.

Like to know why I did it.

Not especially.

It's a pretty uncommon story.

You save it for the jury.

I'll make you a bet, sheriff.

Ten dollars even, my money, not the banks

that if I told you the story

I wouldn't ride back to town at all.

My job is just to bring you back

so you save your breath.

I'll change that bet.

You not only wouldn't take me back

you wouldn't even take the money back.

If it's worth ten dollars to you, go ahead.

Well, to begin with, ten weeks ago

ten weeks ago yesterday, I was down in Denver

big hotel there...

[Bret] ...playing poker.

Thank you.

Why, I'm surprised at you, Bret.

You're no bluffer.

I could be, though.

All I'm lacking is courage and an honest face.

I don't wanna go through life the way I am now

a simple country boy.

I think I'll see you.

- Porter. - Yes, ma'am.

The gentleman in black broadcloth.

Is that Mr. Maverick?

There are two Mr. Mavericks here at the hotel, ma'am.

The one in there now is Mr. Bret Maverick.

Will you give him this, please?

Certainly, ma'am.

Thank you.

Who's this from, friend?

The lady in the lobby gave it to me.

A tall, blonde, good-looking woman.

A lady in a green dress?

That's the one.

You sure I'm the one the note's for.

She said particularly Mr. Bret Maverick.

Thank you, Mr. Maverick.

Gentleman, there are more important things

than getting rich.

Mr. Maverick.

Do sit down.

I'm so glad you could come.

I'm glad you asked me.

- Oh. - Uh.

Neutral grain spirits, ma'am.

Nourishing and convivial.

I'm afraid there's no need to be

convivial, Mr. Maverick.

I've asked you here on a business matter.

If you came under a mistaken impression

I'm sorry.

I'm desolated, miss.

Mrs. Ross.

I'm a widow.

Well, to tell you the truth

I never indulge in anything stronger than coffee.

Now what can I do for you, Mrs. Ross?

I have a rather strange request to make of you.

I'm on my way north

and I've come as far as I can by train.

I'm leaving by stagecoach

tomorrow morning for Northspan, Montana.

I'd like you to accompany me on the trip.

That's a long way from Denver.

I'm prepared to pay you $1 000.

One thousand dollars for the pleasure of my company.

Understand me, Mr. Maverick.

The pleasure of your company

doesn't enter into it at all.

What I need is your protection.

If you don't mind my saying so, Mrs. Ross

you look quite capable of taking care of yourself.

Lots of people travel alone these days.

I'm not alone, Mr. Maverick.

Ma'am?

I'm taking this with me.

I can take care of myself.

I'm not sure I can take care of $200,000 in cash.

Do you always carry this much money around with you?

I've carried it all the way up from east Texas

and I intend to carry it on to Montana.

I see.

Well, if it was my money

and I wanted to get it to Montana

I believe I'd just ship it.

Let Wells Fargo do the hauling and the worrying.

There isn't any Wells Fargo west of Fort Laramie.

That's 300 miles this side of Northspan.

When you need help

looking after your suitcase full of money

do you always pick a stranger?

You're not quite a stranger.

We have a mutual friend in Denver.

Mr. Peterson, the lawyer.

He assures me you are honest, capable

and discreet.

Naturally, I'm flattered.

If it interests you

he also says you're a gentleman.

What was his name again?

On this occasion, you would be.

Will you help me?

There'd have to be one thing understood.

If it's the money I'm protecting

this suitcase never leaves my sight.

I assure you, Mr. Maverick

between here and Montana

this suitcase and you and I will be inseparable.

[Bret] For any price, a 1000 miles is a long distance to go.

But that wasn't half the distance Mrs. Ross kept

between me and herself.

Play some cards?

No.

Uh, sister?

Mother.

[Bret] It's a long way to go when there's nobody to talk to.

You were talking.

Occasionally, I like to hear

somebody talking back.

I suppose I could carry on a conversation

with the suitcase.

Money talks.

Oh, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude.

I wouldn't feel so lonely if...

I even knew your first name.

Your food's better when it's hot.

Elizabeth's a pretty name.

Hm, I suppose so.

Not Elizabeth, huh?

Well, let's try some others.

We'll start with "A."

Mister, I've got somethin' to say to you

and I hope you don't take it unkindly.

What's that, friend?

You got a mighty handsome wife.

Thank you.

Makes this whole part of the country

start to look civilized.

She's a fine little woman.

My name is Maverick, ma'am.

I'm your neighbor across the hall.

I've been wondering how I could get to know you.

I know you have.

If you're not doing anything, well

suppose we leave the baby somewhere

and enjoy the town.

Thank you, but I am doing something.

Going out with another man?

Staying in, Mr. Maverick

with a huge tub of hot, soapy water.

Well, maybe later then.

The Montana stage doesn't leave until tomorrow morning.

Mr. Maverick, the way I feel

I'll probably still be in that tub.

I suppose you won't be needing me.

If you wanna go out, you can leave

the suitcase with me.

I'll get the suitcase.

Are you sure?

It's a true green, but the red on the seal's

a little brownish.

Is he sayin'--

It's counterfeit, Mr. Maverick.

Where did you say you got this?

Denver.

I won it in a poker game.

Well, we'll get it to the government men and they'll--

Just what are you doing?

You shouldn't have done that.

Oh, I'm sorry, I...

I always wanted to light a cigar with a $100 bill.

The satisfaction's real even if the bill isn't.

[Bert] She was an uncommon person, Mrs. Ross

and in this situation, whatever it was...

She just didn't fit at all.

Carrying around that much cash is ridiculous

but when it isn't even real money...

...Mrs. Ross.

Yes.

There's something I have to ask you about.

Your very persistent, Mr. Maverick.

I suppose I might as well tell you

and get it over with.

It's Margaret.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Mr. Maverick...

And wife, Mrs. Maverick.

We have a very nice, big corner room for you

the best room in the house.

Yes, well, now, do you suppose you could

rustle up two nice, big corner rooms?

Uh, Mrs. Maverick keeps insisting that I snore.

Well, the room that I described to you is, uh

the only room we have.

The cattle buyers are in town.

if there should be any cancellation

I'll let you know.

Front.

Where do you usually sleep when the hotels are full?

In the livery stable on a soft bed of fragrant hey.

Well?

That's when I don't have a fifth of a million dollars

sleeping with me

and the town isn't full of drunken cowboys.

I suppose you'll have to leave the money here.

I'm sure it'll be safe overnight.

If that was the case, Mrs. Ross, I could still be

in that card game in Denver.

What do you propose then?

That I sleep in the stable?

I suppose I could borrow two shotguns and...

We could sit up all night watching each other.

Mr. Maverick, your humor is beginning to fade.

Could make an extra room.

It'd give us both some privacy.

If one of us wanted to stay awake and hold it up.

You're thoroughly enjoying yourself

aren't you, Mr. Maverick?

Mrs. Ross...

...I've enjoyed myself more

on the short end of a fistfight.

And your privacy is the last thing on earth

that either of us has to worry about.

I don't understand.

You carry your own privacy

and it's a lot more substantial than that silly thing.

That's a strange thing to say.

Strange, Mrs. Ross?

You come along with $200,000 in cash

tucked under your arm, and you say

if you're not doing anything for the next ten minutes

Mr. Maverick, come along with me

and ride on a stagecoach for 1 000 miles.

And this being a sensible, everyday suggestion

I say thank you kindly, Mrs. Ross, I believe I will.

So we ride.

In the morning, we say good morning.

In the evening, we say good night.

And in between, we don't say anything at all.

I am sorry, Bret. It's just that--

I haven't tried to pry into your silly little secret.

I haven't had designs on either you or your money.

I've been the perfect little gentleman.

Not too bright, but a gentleman.

May I say something?

If you're sure you feel up to it.

You sound strange.

You-you talk like a small, angry boy

who won't say why he's angry.

That's right. I do.

What is bothering you?

Please, Bret.

Things are confused enough already.

Now, for the next act of "Maverick."

Successful trip.

We've got the whole cattle crowd in the bag.

- Fine day. - Yes, it is.

Are you going to Northspan too?

That's right.

Oh, I'm sorry.

We neglected to introduce ourselves.

This is my friend Andrew Wiggins.

My name is John Grimes.

Bret Maverick.

Pleasure.

This your first trip to Montana, Mrs. Maverick?

Mrs. Ross.

Yes, it is.

I have a feeling we've met before, Mr. Grimes.

That's what I was supposed to say, Mrs. Ross.

You're not from Texas are you?

Louisiana, New Orleans.

I hope you're planning to settle in Northspan.

I haven't fully decided.

It's wonderful country, Montana.

I've heard its excellent farmland.

Farmland!

I'm afraid you've been talking to the wrong people, Mrs. Ross.

Montana land is too good to waste on potatoes.

It's grazing land, cattle country.

Well, I'm ashamed to say it

but I don't know the difference.

Any land that'll feed cattle is cattle land.

Any land that won't is farmland.

That's right.

You sound as if you have a cause, Mr. Grimes.

I suppose I do.

When sheep and sod busters move in on good range land

destroys a whole way of life.

I've seen it happen in parts of Texas

and I don't want to see it happen here in Montana.

Montana's opening up, Mrs. Ross

but it's gotta start right.

We'll be a state in two or three years.

A state.

Montana?

The 41st State of the Union.

You're looking at the man

who's gonna be the first governor.

Let me be the first to congratulate you.

Oh, not me, Mr. Grimes.

Would you like to be the governor of Montana

Mr. Grimes?

Well, I hadn't thought of it, but if I were needed

I suppose I'd have no choice.

I find this very exciting.

I'm impressed, Mr. Grimes.

What would you do as governor?

This is all so sudden, Mrs. Ross.

You'd have to give me time to think.

Since this is going to be your first evening

in North Span, why don't you have dinner with me?

I promise I have my entire political

platform prepared by then.

That's very kind of you, but I have a dinner engagement.

Well, perhaps tomorrow then.

Sometime soon.

What a perfectly lovely landscape.

I can't believe it.

Two miles more and we'll be in Northspan.

Goodbye, stagecoach.

That's going to destroy a whole way of life.

Brett Maverick, you're jealous of that man.

Jealous?

Just because Mr. Grimes' ranch house

was three stories high?

Just because the stagecoach went ten miles out of the way

to drop him off?

No, I wish him luck.

If he can win your hand with all our money in it

he's bound to be the governor of the 41st state.

Then I can always come to you

if I need a pardon for anything.

Wouldn't it be simpler just to make you

governor instead?

Well, don't you like Governor Grimes?

Good morning.

Good morning.

You'll be happy to know that in a few minutes

you'll be out of a job.

We're going to get rid of that extra luggage of yours.

Well, bully for us.

What are we gonna do with it?

The only sensible thing we can

do with that much money, put it in the bank.

Yes.

Of course, in the bank.

Whenever you're ready.

I'll get my coat.

And the suitcase.

And now what references do you have, Mrs. Ross?

The very best, Mr. Bradshaw.

Money.

Yeah, you're absolutely right.

Uh, what sum were you planning to...

As you put it, leave with us.

Two hundred thousand dollars.

I see.

Did you say $200,000?

That's correct.

Well, that's-that's a lot of money.

It may take a couple of weeks for your draft

to clear, but if you need anything

in the meantime--

It's not a draft, Mr. Bradshaw.

It's cash.

Cash?

Mr. Maverick was kind enough to act as my bodyguard.

Would you mind, Mr. Maverick?

[Margaret] Does something trouble you, Mr. Bradshaw?

if anything troubled me, it would be my conscience.

I must say as a banker, if I had that kind of money

I'd want to put it someplace where

it would earn more than the six-percent interest

this bank would pay on it.

I don't want to open an account.

I only want to rent a strongbox in your safe.

A strongbox!

My dear Mrs. Ross, you can't lock this kind of capital

up in a box.

Why, its financial madness.

Banks fail, Mr. Bradshaw.

Boxes don't.

Oh, come now, Mrs. Ross.

These are modern times.

When is the last time you heard of a bank failing?

The one my late husband used

lost his whole fortune for him

something in excess of half a million dollars.

Mr. Ross literally killed himself

building his estate back up to this

none of which he ever entrusted to a bank.

And now, may I see your strongbox?

Certainly, Mrs. Ross.

Right this way, please.

One thousand dollars.

You've been a long time earning it.

Counting it, Bret?

No, no, I was just looking at it.

You sure you don't have a suitcase

that I don't know about?

Whatever makes you ask that?

I thought all your 100s were the old spread-eagle issue.

These are all new ones with Mr. Lincoln on the front.

That's progress.

Thank you for everything, Bret.

I'm sure it's been tedious and mystifying to you.

Just mystifying.

Our friend in Denver was right about you.

You're honest, discreet, and a gentleman.

That last is the part that hurts.

That was goodbye, Bret.

It couldn't have been goodbye

'cause I'm not leavin' yet.

- The stagecoach-- - ...can pound calluses...

...on somebody else for a while.

I don't want you here, Bret.

I don't want...

...complications.

We've got those already, both of us.

I don't know what yours are, Margaret, but...

...I'm beginning to understand mine.

What are you trying to say, Bret?

You hit pretty hard.

I wasn't even swinging at you.

I know.

If you'd swung, I could've ducked.

I'm sorry, Bret.

I'm not in love with you.

You're not?

Who are you in love with?

I'm not in love with anyone.

I'm not going to be in love with anyone.

Why not?

Because I can't afford to be.

We'll see.

Well, Mr. Maverick.

Good afternoon, sir.

I was supposed to meet Mrs. Ross here.

Has she turned up yet?

She's come and gone.

Oh, that's a pity.

Well, as long as she got what she came after.

Oh, yes.

She usually does.

Uh, Mr. Maverick, do you have a minute?

Mr. Maverick, you're an old friend of Mrs. Ross.

- Well-- - Tell me...

...does she seem eccentric to you?

Eccentric? Mrs. Ross?

Well, there's that business of the strongbox.

Now you-you saw that.

Leaving $200,000 lying around

doing absolutely nothing.

Women don't think the way we do, Mr. Bradshaw.

But that isn't always eccentric.

If she's got $200,000 earning no interest at all

why should she borrow $20,000 at eight percent?

If she needs $20,000

why doesn't she borrow it from herself?

If everybody got into that habit

you'd soon be out of business, wouldn't you?

And she certainly had a good reason for wanting the money.

Now that's neither here nor there.

Alright.

Why did you lend her the money?

Because it will earn me $1600 a year.

And I don't believe in strongboxes.

Well, if you think the woman's irresponsible--

With the collateral she's got, Mr. Maverick

the strongbox in there plus the property itself,

I don't care if she's a babbling idiot.

When she goes through this $20,000

I shall be happy to lend her another 20.

Well, what makes you think she'll go through this 20?

Because the business she's buying won't run itself.

What does a woman know about publishing a newspaper?

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

I saw the old fella get on the stagecoach

but I didn't think nothin' of it.

It come out later that he'd sold the newspaper

and eloped with the money.

What do you mean he sold the paper?

It doesn't belong to him. It belongs to me.

Could we prove it?

I bought off both his mortgages and handed them to him.

I've been covering his losses for two years.

I'm the owner of the Territorial Times!

He was the owner of record, John.

There's nothing you can do about it.

Oh, isn't there?

I want him taken off that stagecoach...

- ...and brought back here. - It's no use.

We couldn't prove you're the real owner of the paper.

Matter of fact, I don't think we'd want to even if we could.

- Bad politics, huh? - Dynamite.

Yeah, you're right.

What do we do now, Mr. Grimes?

Buy the new editor.

Who is the new editor?

Some woman named, uh, Ross.

The woman on the stagecoach.

In that case, maybe we can save our money.

You know, from the way she took to me

I don't think we're gonna have to buy her at all.

Gentlemen, to our new editor.

Hey, son! Hey.

Uh, give me one of them, will ya?

Let's see how us mean old dirt farmers are pickin'

on the poor little cattlemen this week.

[Margaret] Three more families of decent American farmers

moved out of Sherman county last week

driven from their homes not by hunger nor fatigue

nor the rigors of climate, but by the harassments

the violence, and the organized economic

pressure of a small, powerful, selfish

group of men, the bully boys of the cattle clique.

The cattlemen are organized

and they are tireless.

They are determined that Montana shall raise beef

instead of families.

We who would fight them must organize also

and must neither slumber nor sleep

until we have established that Montana belongs

not to cattle, but to people.

The times will identify

the leading members of the cattlemen's cabal

each with his background and his particular

function in the plot against the people.

The first of these articles will appear

in our next edition.

We'll see about that.

May I give you some friendly advice, Mrs. Ross?

I was delighted to learn that you were going

to settle here and buy the newspaper.

I want you to get off to the right start.

I want the people of Northspan

to like you and admire you as I do.

Please go on, Mr. Grimes.

People will get the idea that you're attacking

the cattle interests without really knowing

who they are and what they represent.

I know these ranchers, Mrs. Ross.

They're good, sound, substantial people.

What Mr. Grimes is trying to say is

it's smarter to attack the farmer.

[Grimes] I'm not saying that at all.

Mrs. Ross, I merely urge you to keep an open mind.

My mind is always open, Mr. Grimes.

And so are my eyes.

Good!

Keep an open datebook, too.

I'll give Mr. Maverick here a run for his money.

[Margaret] John Grimes is a charming man

a ruthless man, a violent man.

His methods before he moved north and changed his name

made him the only cattleman ever to be thrown out of Texas.

Mr. Grimes' participation in the political history of Texas

was brief and bloody, and even today

the most hardened of Texas beef barons

cannot remember him without a shudder of shame.

Untrue. It's vicious!

What are you trying to do to me?

Ruin me?

Just trying to stop you, Mr. Grimes.

And I will.

You're not going to set up

a cattleman's kingdom in Montana.

You're not gonna be governor of anything either.

And you're going to stop me.

I'm doing that already.

I know everything about you...

...who you are and what you're up to.

I know how you fight, and I know how to fight you.

Enjoy yourself, Mrs. Ross.

It'll be a short fight.

You'll never even know what hit you.

If anything at all hits me, Mr. Grimes

everyone will know what it was.

If any violence happens, even to my printing press

you're the one they'll come for.

Mr. Grimes, you can't turn your hand

without cutting your own throat.

You've got a lot to learn about me, Mrs. Ross.

Did you get your date?

Margaret.

What's the matter, little soldier?

Just tired.

You oughta be.

It's hard work sorting wildcats.

You know, if I was gonna feel sorry

for somebody, it'd be Grimes.

He came outta here bleeding from a dozen wounds.

You two just don't seem to hit it off, do you?

If you ever wanna give up this type of work

I could make an honest housewife out of you.

Why would you wanna do that?

I can't help myself.

I fell in love with you.

I...

You almost said it, didn't you?

You know, fighting yourself, you can't win.

I'm gonna walk you home.

It's one way of keeping you out of trouble.

[Bret] You like your new house?

I won't ask you in.

Margaret, are you sure you don't need

somebody to talk to?

I can't Bret.

Thank you for walking me home.

I owe you a favor

for not paying me off in counterfeit money.

Alright, Bret.

Come in.

Then Grimes was right.

You are from Texas.

He and his cattlemen were burning crops and houses

and beating people and killing people.

It was my husband who stood up to them.

Was he a farmer?

No, a printer and engraver.

He ran a newspaper, and I helped him.

What happened to him?

Grimes sent his men around

and they smashed the printing presses and the type

the whole building.

They beat my husband horribly and left him for dead.

Go on.

I took him to New Orleans.

We spent a year going from one doctor to another.

Then I brought him home a hopeless cripple.

He tried to start up again in a little print shop

but he couldn't.

He was broken in more than body, Bret.

He died in poverty and bitterness.

To the very end, he had an obsession

a rage for vengeance.

He felt that Grimes could be fought

only with money and he had no money. So...

...he printed his own.

He didn't tell me until he was dying

and he made me swear that I wouldn't let

Grimes get away with it ever again.

And the counterfeit money?

I haven't spent a penny of it.

I never will.

But when people think you have money

they're delighted to lend you more.

That's all there is to it.

Not quite.

What else is there?

Do you love me?

I can't turn aside for anything

till I've done what I have to do.

Alright, if I'm gonna have to stand around

and wait for you

the least I can do is pitch in and help.

What time do I come to work in the morning?

Do you know who they were?

- No, sir. - Are you alright?

- Did they hurt you? - I'm not hurt, ma'am.

They just threw me in a shed

and rode off with all my papers.

You were right after all.

Well, we made extra copies just in case.

And this time, you're gonna have

an assistant to help you deliver 'em.

- Sir? - Me.

Bret, please be careful.

Oh, we will.

We won't lose a single copy.

May I help you?

You've already been a lot of help to us, Ms. Ross.

Folks around here think mighty high of you.

That's very kind.

My name is Mrs. Effie Walker.

My old man is Jed Walker.

We run a farm up north of town.

I'm happy to meet you, Mrs. Walker.

My old man knows things about Mr. John Grimes

that even you don't know, Mrs. Ross.

He worked for Mr. Grimes

till he couldn't stand it no more.

Oh?

He knows things that would put Mr. Grimes

in the penitentiary if they ever come out

but he ain't never said nothin' to nobody

because he knowed he'd be killed if he did.

Why do you come to me now?

Jed is bad sick, and he's sinkin' fast.

I think he's worried about me not having

nothing when he's gone so he thought

you might could

pay him something for what he knows.

Of course I will.

Can you take me to him?

Oh, I'd be scared to be seen with ya

but I can tell ya how to get there.

You ride out north past the old bridge...

Every copy delivered and not a shot fired in anger.

You wanna hire me permanent, son?

You know where the Walker Ranch is north of town?

Walker?

Why, the last walkers moved away

from here back in the early spring.

They went back East.

Now, back to "Maverick."

Mrs. Ross is dead.

Maverick.

Where you going?

Looking for Grimes.

If you're aimin' to gun anybody down

I won't have it.

Sheriff, half the population

in this town can draw faster than I can.

If there's gonna be a fight, it'll be a fair fight.

Grimes.

Something you wanna say to me, Mr. Maverick?

That's right.

Margaret Ross is dead.

That's terrible.

I know Mrs. Ross considered herself

my enemy for some reason

but I thought the world of her.

You killed her

and didn't even have the courage to show her your face.

Killed her?

Me, kill Mrs. Ross?

Why, folks, you don't believe that stuff

she put in the newspaper.

You're upset, Mr. Maverick.

We all are.

I said you killed her.

You're also a liar and a coward.

So you're forcing a gunfight.

No.

You're a killer and a liar and a coward.

If you wanna get on your horse now and leave

I won't stop you.

She was a good woman, Mrs. Ross.

She saw what had to be done

and she wasn't slow to do it.

You know, sheriff, it's hard to realize that

this is the same town.

We thought we was whipped, and she showed us we wasn't.

When she went down, she took them with her.

I think she knew she would.

I'll tell ya one thing.

The folks around this town are gonna remember Mrs. Ross

for a long time.

It's a memory that'll keep us strong and proud.

Wouldn't have been right otherwise.

Not to her, nor to the town.

I guess there's worse things than goin' to jail

for bank robbery.

I'd rather face that than a bad conscience.

You strong enough to ride now?

I guess so.

You better ride south.

Oh.

Thank you, sheriff.

Don't let the fire go out.

I won't.

Hello. I hope you enjoyed the show.

In next week's exciting story

a boy's life hangs on the outcome of a game of cards.

[Bret] I say that in those 25 cards

there are five pat-hands.

Five pat-hands in these 25 cards?

No.

I'll bet another $500

and build Greg's life that there is.

Oh, no. Wait a minute, Maverick.

You're a gambler and can risk your cash

but you can't put up a man's life against--

Wait. Now, hold it. Hold it.

This is between Maverick and me.

What do you mean, Greg's life?

Careful on your way out.

Hold it right there, Greg.

Don't turn around.

You really think you're good enough for Lucy Sutter?

You... fool kid with nothing but a dirty shack

and a few scrubby acres of land.

Well, you're not good enough.

Lucy's gonna marry me.

Looks like your luck's changing, Mr. Maverick.

- Mr. Maverick. - Yes, Sheriff?

I wonder if you'd mind walking over to the jail with me.

What's the charge?

Murder.

I ought to kill you right now, holding that gun on us.

Well, I wouldn't have gunned you.

Sure not. Bill, take a look in the house.

How'd you get in here?

Get up. Get up!

I wouldn't want you killing me.

He's winning a lot of my money.

Ah, this is on our house, boys. On house.

We've had a few years to forget our differences.

We're older now.

The older a rattlesnake gets

the more poison he's got in him.

I'm warning you, James. Don't make this a grudge fight.

The story is based on a simple but incredible fact.

One you won't believe until you've tested it for yourself.

It's called "Rope of Cards."

See you next week.

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