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[Bart] Notice anything unusual?

No.

Yes!

Yes, it looks as if it had been broken.

Look at it again.

And look at the break.

That is a diamond in its natural state.

- Right? - That's right.

One thing you'll never find in nature is a straight line.

It's been cut, Mr. Roland.

Why, that doesn't make sense.

It is a diamond, isn't it?

It's a diamond.

"Maverick."

Starring James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world.

Produced for television by Warner Brothers.

Hello. It's nice to see you again.

This week's story is based on fact.

The great diamond swindle that shook the financial world

of San Francisco in the 1870s.

I think you're going to enjoy it.

It's called "Diamond In The Rough."

Who the devil is it? What do you want?

Open the door, you fool!

Well, if it isn't Mr. Kingsley himself.

Uh, you can always tell a gentleman by his manners.

Is that the stuff?

Don't look like no diamonds I ever saw.

Diamonds in the rough don't look like diamonds.

Look at the size of the bloody things!

Hey, they must be worth millions!

There's not a man in San Francisco

who could tell you any different, fortunately.

Your share of this enterprise, gentlemen

will come to ten times what they're worth.

So bear that in mind if either of you is tempted

to take the bait out of the trap.

Uh, Mr. McClure and I ain't exactly crooks, you know?

Uh, besides, we keep a pretty shrewd eye on each other.

But, sir, do we have to stay in that desert all of six months?

- That is to-- - Not a day less.

You'll be investigated when you come back.

Investigated?

I want to be certain that no one knows

that you've had any contact with civilization

for at least that length of time.

Uh, six months is an awful long time.

Uh, we shall need money, uh, uh, supplies.

- That we will. - Money?

What happened to the money I gave you?

- Well-- - We... Uh, well...

San Francisco ain't exactly

the friendliest town, you know? We...

We had to spread around to get acquainted.

Now you listen to me.

I'm short of cash, or I wouldn't be involved

in a scheme like this.

I have only my good name and reputation to sustain me.

Uh, it'll take more than that to sustain us.

- It will. - Alright, alright.

I'm going to my club.

I can usually pick up a little cash there at poker.

You'll have the money before you leave town in the morning.

Stop getting acquainted with San Francisco.

Stay in this room and don't leave it.

Now, whose turn was it?

I think it was mine.

Well, this is where I turn off.

Roland, your guest seems to be slowing down.

When Mr. Maverick slows down, it's only to pick up speed.

I'm not picking up much of anything else.

Ah, here comes more money.

Oh, anytime Mr. Kingsley's late to the table

that's a bad omen for the stock market.

I don't believe I've had the pleasure.

Oh, uh, Mr. Kingsley, Mr. Maverick.

Perhaps Mr. Maverick would care to see the club library?

Uh, Mr. Kingsley, I make it a point

to always look in on the club library

just the minute the card room closes.

Oh, now look here, Kingsley

Mr. Maverick is my guest, and I--

May I speak to you privately for a moment, please?

Of course. Excuse me.

- Certainly. - No, it's alright.

When I play poker, Mr. Maverick, I often win or lose

a $100,000 at a sitting.

In my own club I can be sure that the men I play with

can afford the same stakes.

I can appreciate that, sir.

It must be a great comfort.

I mean no offense, Mr. Maverick, but it's simply that

well, I don't know you.

Can you afford to lose a $100,000?

If you can't, I suggest you find another game.

Mr. Kingsley, I've got $10,000 already invested in this game

and 7000 more to play.

And normally I'd leave when that's gone.

I think you'd better leave now.

I'd love to oblige, just as a graceful gesture

but there is money involved.

Holmes, does the gentleman have a hat?

Mr. Kingsley, I think...

Ah.

So you got it all pretty tough, huh?

Who are you?

Name is Steeger. I'm the captain.

Captain? Of what?

of the Silent William!

How did I get here?

Not by your own steam, I tell you.

They had to carry you aboard by the body!

Oh, were you drunk!

They pull, they tug!

- They shove. - Alright, alright, cap.

They had to work hard, but they got you aboard.

Oh. Who got me aboard?

Well, your friends! They took you in nice.

They paid your passage money

and they made sure you didn't miss the boat.

- Where's my coat? - Your coat?

Your coat is alright.

- Where's my wallet? - Wallet you didn't bring.

Must have been a very good party.

Well, don't worry for money.

Your friend stuck you in the coat pocket a surprise

a $1 000 bill.

I stuck me in the coat pocket a $1 000 bill.

If my friends had known about it

they would have taken care of that, too.

- What? - Ah...

They were no friends?

They were not friends.

And I was not drunk.

What did these friends of mine look like?

Oh, drinking companions. Not to have dinner with.

Wasn't shaved, wasn't washed.

Uh, just, uh, talk like Irish, both of them.

Wasn't there a third man, distinguished-looking

uh, well-dressed, short cropped mustache--

Ja, ja, he was there, too.

Uh, but wasn't as helpful as the others.

He stayed in the carriage.

How soon can I get off this boat?

Oh, soon.

We'll be in New Orleans in four months. Maybe five.

Wh... Ah.

[Bart] Five months is a long time anywhere.

But aboard the Silent William, surrounded by

several thousand miles of nothing

it got to seem like years.

But I had something pleasant to think about

Mr. Kingsley of San Francisco

and all the fine plans I had for him.

I don't usually go in for vendettas

but I could make an exception in this case.

By the time the Silent William reached New Orleans

I had figured out just what Kingsley owed me.

And only part of it was payable in cash.

I needed time to get the roll out of my walk

and another roll into my pocket

and the races seemed the quickest way to do it

if the tip I got on that white-faced

gray gelding was right.

Four nights later I had the cash I'd need.

In the morning I'd say goodbye to the captain

of the Silent William and be

on my way to San Francisco.

Over land, of course.

I will not tolerate it a moment longer.

I sympathize, madame.

Why do you not fling yourself into the river?

Do you forget how one of us is aristocracy?

Madame la comtesse, an aristocrat does not shriek

like a Pullman porter about her wages.

Madame, you have smashed your last plate!

My last?

Madame, have the goodness to depart.

You are fired!

To the pleasure of seeing you again, General Beau jean

hanging from a lamppost.

Good evening.

Will put it through, madame.

Madame, votre chapeau

votre parapluie, et votre reticule, madame.

And you've got a little of everything in here

except your wages.

Is it that you laugh at me, monsieur?

- I wouldn't think of it. - And do not condescend.

I will not be addressed like a waitress in a cheap cafe.

Uh-uh, ex-waitress.

Oh, I beg your pardon, I'm sure I'm addressing

the fairest flower of Creole aristocracy.

Monsieur, there is no aristocracy among the Creoles.

Well...

And who are you, honey?

I'm Henriette De Colbert, comtesse de Vavasseur.

I-I'm sorry, countess of what?

Vavasseur.

And who are you?

I'm the Count of Monte Cristo.

- Shh! - That's enough!

Have the goodness to depart, monsieur.

I, um, I think I better walk you home, countess.

Otherwise you're liable to destroy half the city.

And here we are.

Thank you. Goodnight.

Countess, I'm-I'm really sorry you lost your job.

No, no, really. ls there anything I can do?

Thank you, no. It was nothing, really.

Well, Henriette

will you stand in the street all night like an itching post?

- Good evening, ma'am. - Monsieur.

G-Grandmama, I was discharged from my employment.

Good.

And this gentleman

brought me back home.

Well, do we stand here

with the door open to heat the street?

Come in, come in.

Monsieur Bart Maverick

my grandmother, Madame la comtesse DeChauvrier.

Uh, countess, uh, I'm honored.

Uh, please be seated, Monsieur Maverick.

- Thank you. - Please.

Henriette, the coffee is ready.

Yes, grandmother.

[Bart] The funny thing is every now and again

I get the feeling they really were countesses.

They probably were! Ja!

Every few years the French people decide

they want to be republic again. And what happens?

Eighty-four of their dukes and duchesses

got no place to go.

Right now in New Orleans there is eight or ten dukes

a dozen countesses maybe

two field marshals, five generals.

You fall over them in the street.

Doesn't anybody try to help them out?

Oh, New Orleans is bad place

for countesses and such-like.

People here already got their own aristocracies.

If I were a duke or a countess, I would go someplace

where they need dukes and countesses.

You know, someplace where they got no aristocrats.

You mean, someplace like, uh, San Francisco?

San Francisco, ja!

No aristocrats there.

It's a perfect place for countesses.

It's good to... Ha-ha...

San Francisco, on the other hand, is young and alive.

It's more your kind of a place.

And we refer to it as the Paris of America.

You are beginning to repeat yourself, young man.

What is it precisely that you propose?

I propose to adopt you.

Monsieur!

A whole new wardrobe. Uh...

You see, they-they have to dress more warmly in San Francisco.

And what will be there?

We'll be wined and dined.

Go to parties and balls every night.

What is your return on this investment?

Two beautiful and charming countesses

in a city that's hungry for countesses.

And an entree into some of the wealthiest homes.

Monsieur is a jewel thief!

Afraid not, madame.

Are you a card cheater?

Uh, I've got a score to settle

and you are gonna help me.

Are we? How?

Well, the gentleman I have in mind

travels in the highest circles.

And I can't fight him unless I can

move freely inside those circles.

Ah. An affair of honor.

Well, yes.

And for us

a whole new wardrobe, huh?

And a suite of the best rooms in the Great Western Hotel.

And my own carriage

to ride about?

Oh, come on, Hank, don't be so greedy.

I tell you what I will get for you though, a husband.

I guarantee you at least three proposals from bachelors

young, handsome

and a minimum of $33 million a piece, alright?

How dare you, monsieur!

I am French, and the French do not think of money.

They think only of love.

Henriette, do not talk nonsense.

My boy, I assure you, the French are not like that at all.

Well?

Never!

I ask myself, Maverick

are there any old millionaire bachelors

in San Francisco?

[Bart] "Among the luminaries who graced the audience with their presence

"was Governor and Mrs. So-and-so

"and So-and-so and So...

"And the Countess DeChauvrier

"and her granddaughter, the Countess De Vavasseur

and, uh, Mr. Bart Maverick."

And a lot of Nob Hill nobodies.

Fifth place in "The Examiner." Well, that's a promotion.

We were nine places down in "The Chronicle."

Is that so important?

Hey... Honey, it's not important till we're in first place.

And when will that be?

Well, all the elegant ladies started about a half hour ago

to write their friends in Paris and New Orleans

to check our credentials.

They'll figure two, three weeks for the replies.

By the first of the month, at the latest

we should be up to here.

In debt, Maverick?

In invitations, madame.

- Do you think they'll come? - Oh, yes, indeed.

They'll be here. Just think of it, two of them.

It's really going to make the season.

comtesse DeChauvrier, comtesse de Vavasseur

Mr. Bart Maverick.

Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Shelbourne

Madame DeChauvrier, Madame de Vavasseur.

Countess DeChauvrier, is it not?

And Countess de Vavasseur?

- Uh, excuse me, madame? - Mais oui.

- Madame. - Oui.

May we introduce you to our guests?

Well, back in town so soon?

I just can't seem to get enough somehow of San Francisco.

You always have to come back for more, is that it?

Not exactly.

You're here on business?

Business and pleasure, Mr. Kingsley.

I came here to collect a debt.

And the pleasure?

That's the pleasure, too.

It seems the last time I was here, you were kind enough

to have me blackjacked in the middle of a poker game

and, uh, tossed aboard an eastbound ship.

Besides the loss of time and pride

there's also the matter of $17,000, plus interest.

And you hope to collect it while you're here?

You might say I'm, uh, dunning you for it right now.

It's interesting.

The least I can do is give you a run for your money, eh?

Now for the next act of "Maverick."

Certainly, Mr. Maverick. In gold?

No, the paper is lighter.

Well, what can I do for you gentlemen?

We'd be obliged and behoven to you

if we could stash these somewheres for safety.

I'm sure that can be arranged. What's in them?

What the devil business is it of yours?

Well, I'm sorry, then.

We can't take responsibility for them.

Uh, that's the rules of the bank.

We can't carry the blithy thing around with us.

Well, you better tell 'em what they are then.

Are they diamonds?

Well it ain't exactly rock candy, is it now?

Uh, say, where did you find those, friend?

If we told you that much, mister

you'd know as much as we blithy well do.

Mr. Leverette, Mr. Leverette?

Uh, would you wait just a minute?

Uh, Mr. Leverette is president of the bank

and he'll wanna see.

They couldn't have struck diamonds.

- Could they? - Why not?

They've struck everything else around here except water.

Hello?

Well, what's that?

Embroidery. One draws pictures with a needle and a thread.

You do not have it in this country?

Oh, yes.

You see little old ladies doing it all the time.

Perhaps it is because the little old gentlemen

are busy doing other things.

Well, that can't be your trouble.

Being out in society every night

having everybody fuss over you

it feel good being a countess again?

Suddenly it doesn't seem that important anymore.

In Paris it did, and in Louisiana even more so.

But in San Francisco, no.

You're finding out you really don't need it.

Countess or no

you're the prettiest girl in local society.

You're the Belle of the ball.

Do you know, Maverick?

I do not even care to be the Belle of the ball.

What do you want to be?

I want to have the nicest husband

the pleasantest home

and the most beautiful children in San Francisco.

Now that takes time and money.

I'm still shopping around for you.

Do you ever want such things?

Well, I've been lucky so far.

Perhaps what I say seems silly to you.

Not at all, Hank.

Whatever you want, I want you to have it.

I know what I want.

Just name it.

Uh...

Now, that is silly.

A town full of solid respectable types, good husbands.

And what do you drag in?

A loafer, a gambler

a, an irresponsible bachelor.

A man who needs the right wife.

You will not recognize yourself

when I'm finished with you, Bart.

When it comes to marrying you off

we want nothing but the best.

Ah-ah. You'll see.

- Goodbye, Henriette. - Oh, Bart...

Grandmama?

[DeChauvrier] 'Oui, Henriette?'

Where did you put Maverick's list of millionaire?

- Can't I buy you a drink, Bart? - No.

Shall we look in on the game upstairs?

Some other time.

I'm not keeping you from choir practice.

- Am I? - Heh-heh.

So what Holiday proposes to do

is to hook cables on to those horse cars

and haul 'em up and down Clay Street with steam power.

So I said to him, "Look, you--"

Never mind what you said to Holiday.

What did you say to those two prospectors today?

Three people saw Leverette

dragging them over to your office.

I don't know what you're talking about, Vincent.

Oh, stop stalling, Van.

- The story is all over town. - What story?

[Vincent] Two desert rats showed up in Leverette's bank

with sacks full of rough diamonds

one of them as large as a pigeon's egg.

And in no time at all they were across the street

having pink tea with Mr. Kingsley.

Diamonds?

Nonsense. They were quartz crystals.

Alright. Then why, why were they in your office for 45 minutes?

And then where did they disappear to?

- Hm? - Well, how would I know?

Ah, come on now, Kingsley

you're holding out on us.

- Sure. - There's nothing to it.

[Kingsley] Look, two miners came into my office

and wanted to rent a box to store quartz crystals.

[Vincent] Oh, they were diamonds, alright.

My brother-in-law saw them.

Come on, Kingsley, tell us

where did they find those quartz crystals?

- I wouldn't know! - I just bet you wouldn't.

Hey, close the door, someone. We'll have to pry it out of him.

- Alright, alright. - Come on.

Alright, gentlemen, now, the nearest I can figure out

is that they found a field somewhere

or-or said they did, probably in Nevada.

And they claim it bears real diamonds.

Now I, for one, do not believe it.

- Oh, well-- - And what did you offer them?

Well, they weren't interested in selling anything.

- Oh. - Oh.

Alright, alright, alright. I confess.

I did mention the possibility of perhaps buying in

or perhaps putting up some of the capital.

- Uh-huh. - And, uh, but only...

Only if they sent someone out to see the actual field beforehand.

Now, gentlemen, I do not believe in diamond fields

nor do I believe in sugar plum trees.

[Bart] Kingsley was sounding more and more

like my old friend Andy Jim Buckley

selling a gold brick.

Suddenly I remembered, the two men with Kingsley

the night I was put aboard the ship.

Unshaved, unwashed, talked like Irish.

The two prospectors in the bank today.

Why, you're just being pigheaded about the whole thing.

It is possible, monsieur, that you are being too skeptical.

Y-you connect the, the diamonds with Monsieur Kingsley

and you do not like Monsieur Kingsley.

And therefore...

He saw Kingsley when the story got out.

[Roland] Kingsley tried to pretend that the whole thing never happened.

Roland, that is the first rule.

Whenever you try to sell a gold brick

or an old Spanish treasure map

you never tell the sucker about it.

You let him overhear you.

Then look very distressed when he does.

That is true.

Bart, you saw the diamonds yourself!

Anybody can go out and buy diamonds.

That many? Oh.

Why, Selby, the best jeweler in town

evaluated those stones at

at more than a half-a-million dollars.

- Oh. - I know.

That is the one part I can't figure out.

Well, let's talk of more pleasant things.

I promised Henriette

her choice of three millionaire bachelors to marry.

Would you care to join the group?

Grandmama, he becomes insufferable again.

One must adjust to it.

Don't listen to him, countess.

Make him find you some young millionaires.

Eh, countess?

Look, Bart, I've investigated the two prospectors

Murphy and McClure. They're legitimate.

They've both been scrabbling out there

in the desert for 20 years.

I know Kingsley, too.

How well? Hundred shares?

- Thousand? - Oh, don't be silly.

Nobody's organizing anything. Nobody's selling stock.

Just forgetting the whole thing, huh?

They're investigating it, thoroughly and sensibly.

Kingsley has made the prospectors an offer

based on their taking somebody out to look over the field.

Oh, sure, when prospectors find something

they just can't wait to tell somebody else where it is.

Oh, there's a way of doing it.

They could take Kingsley's man out to the edge of the desert

and then lead him blindfolded the rest of the way.

Who will they show it to? You? Benson?

P T Barnum.

General George B Marvin

the sanest and most highly-respected businessman

in San Francisco.

With a blindfold?

And, uh, what did you like best, madame?

To go through Montgomery Street and spend money!

I saw it, I saw it. Acres and acres of it.

Uh, we can't talk here. Let's go upstairs.

Alright now, Van, no more secrets.

Yes, let's hear the whole story.

Gentlemen, please, I...

Alright.

Diamonds, acres of diamonds.

They're in the desert. Big anthills.

You'd see an anthill powdered with diamond dust.

A-and when you dug into the anthill, there'd be

there in the heart of it, a, a great, big, beautiful diamond.

Well, that's not possible.

These fantastic, precious stones uncut

but, but valuable, lying around everywhere

in the rock crevices, in the sand.

Worth millions and millions of dollars.

I believe he's drunk.

Look.

- Look at that. - Oh.

- Look at the size of those. - Those stones.

And you were trying to keep this from us, Van? Well, would you...

In other words, gentlemen

only men of the highest business and personal standing

men whose integrity is beyond a doubt.

And how do we proceed?

First we'll send a representative collection

of these stones to New York

for examination and estimation by Tiffany & Co...

This lot alone, the local jewelers say

is worth one-million dollars.

Let's find out exactly what it is worth.

Then?

Then we'll set up a fund of two-million dollars

for initial expenses.

Now we'll need 300,000 for a down payment

to Murphy and McClure.

We'll need to hire mining engineers

rough laborers for the field

a cutter from Europe to keep the whole operation

here in San Francisco.

We'll also need to get a bill through Congress

to protect the diamond fields.

Kingsley, I think these details are obvious.

Now just tell us how much you think the whole thing will take.

- Twenty-million dollars. - Mm, seems reasonable.

Yes, $20 million isn't bad.

- Ah, madame. - Ah.

Oh. Good.

- See? - Mm-hmm.

Very good.

Now, what do you know about diamonds?

What do I not know about diamonds?

When I was young and ravishingly beautiful

I made a study of them.

I collected diamonds.

Well, where'd you pick up this sack full of stuff?

Oh, well, I, uh...

Oh, souvenirs

from the stockholders' meeting?

You might say that.

How much did they take from you?

A hundred-thousand.

[Ronald] You still think it's a con game, don't you?

If anybody is stealing, it's us.

We capitalized for 20 million

and there's a hundred times that much

lying out there in the desert.

Well, I'm a little nearsighted where Mr. Kingsley is concerned.

I have trouble recognizing him with the red costume

and the eight tiny reindeer.

I'd advise you to buy some of that reindeer stock

while it's still going.

We'll see.

Dear countess.

- Mm. - Ah...

Goodnight, Bart.

You are disturbed, Maverick.

No, not at all.

Well, where's Henriette?

Who knows? Out with her millionaires, no doubt.

When something is on your mind, it is never Henriette.

Alors, what is it? The diamonds?

Well, it still smells of a con game.

Except there's too much money in the come-on.

So?

Madame, there isn't a grifter alive

who puts real gold in his gold brick.

Not over a million dollars' worth. Tsk.

I'm beginning to think I was wrong.

Mn-mn, you were not wrong, Maverick.

I studied those diamonds closely.

They are quite unusual.

How?

These stones lie in the desert

for thousands of year, huh?

Unseen, untouched by mankind.

- n'est-ce pas? - That's the story.

The littlest diamond was the prettiest one.

Except for one tiny flaw.

The mark of a diamond cutter's tool.

Now back to "Maverick."

And being a jeweler himself, Mr. Selby was just itching

to get another look at some of the stones.

Uh, I was sure you wouldn't mind showing him yours.

Well, of course not.

Sit down, Mr. Selby.

Mm, Nice.

- Fine. - Uh...

Rather shabby-looking things, aren't they?

Just like they come out of the ground

diamonds in the rough.

You're right.

- You're absolutely right. - Right about what?

Notice anything unusual?

N-no.

Yes!

Yes, it looks as if it had been broken.

Look at it again.

And look at the break.

That is a diamond in its natural state.

- Right? - That's right.

One thing you'll never find in nature is a straight line.

It's been cut, Mr. Roland.

Why, that doesn't make sense.

It is a diamond, isn't it?

It's a diamond.

Mr. Selby, what do you think

that whole lot is worth?

Maybe, uh, $25,000.

Why maybe?

They're raw stones.

I'm not an expert in uncut jewelry.

Who is?

Nobody in San Francisco, really.

Only diamond dealers know raw diamonds.

And there is no diamond expert in San Francisco?

Oh, wait a minute.

Scharff got into town last week.

- He knows rough diamonds. - Scharff?

Yeah, Scharff, of Scharff & Company. Philadelphia.

One of the biggest dealers in diamonds on the East Coast.

Does he come out here often?

Far as I know, it's his first trip.

Came to town last week, nobody knows why.

Hasn't done any buying or selling yet.

Hasn't gotten in touch with anybody in the business yet.

Could he possibly be here to appraise this stuff?

No, he couldn't be. Tiffany in New York is doing that.

Would he be trying to set up a diamond cutting center?

No. They bring their cutters from Amsterdam.

Then there's actually no reason for him to be in San Francisco.

No apparent reason.

Diamond stocks, huh?

A thousand shares of nothing.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

You're a $100,000 wiser.

A 168,000 at the close of trading today.

Could I play with this for a while?

I think I can make you a profit on it.

Oh, you can't sell that stuff.

Ah, Roland, it's hotcakes you can't sell.

Well, I may be a hard businessman, Bart

but I'm not a swindler.

A fraud like this would be on my conscience

for the rest of my life.

Well, it isn't a swindle if you

give the buyer value for his money.

[Bart] Men who sell cut stones

don't know what uncut stones are worth.

Do they, Mr. Scharff?

I suppose not.

But a man who specializes in diamonds

who processes them, he knows what they're worth, doesn't he?

That stands to reason.

You, for an example

you knew how much those stones were worth when you sold them.

When I sold them?

Let me try to guess how it happened.

Someone comes to you in Philadelphia

and says, "Mr. Scharff

"I want to buy uncut jewels, diamonds

all you can spare."

Nobody comes to me with such an order.

So you sell them to him.

Uh, you know something's fishy about it

but you don't know just what.

So you decide to sit back and wait.

Word comes to Philadelphia

that diamonds have been discovered out West.

You know it's a big practical joke

but you figure that with all that money

flying around San Francisco, you should have some of it

for just keeping your mouth shut.

Mr. Maverick

the house of Scharff has been in diamond trade

for three generation.

It has a spotless reputation.

I don't doubt that for a moment, sir

but I'd hate to see both you and the reputation

vanish overnight.

Believe me, I

I've no idea what you're talking about.

Men who play for stakes like these

don't buy people off, Mr. Scharff.

They kill them off.

Your friend who sprinkles diamonds over the Nevada desert

has floated $20 million worth of stock.

He's buying heavily himself to push the price up.

Now when the stock gets as high as it will

he figures to sell out, become the richest man in California

before it has a chance to go down.

California diamonds closed today at 168.

Before it hits 200, you'll be dead.

Mr. Maverick, you are talking to the wrong man.

You saw Kingsley and some of his men twice

since you came to town.

Now, Monday was payday.

- Wasn't it? - How did you...

I mean, why do you think--

Before Monday you stayed in a cheap boarding house

on Stook Street, but Monday night

you moved into this expensive hotel.

That has nothing to do with...

...with anything.

Gentlemen, please, let's not talk about diamonds.

We're ruining a very good poker game.

Let's shut up. He is the winner, yeah.

- Good evening, gentlemen. - Good evening, Mr. Maverick.

Oh, Mr. Maverick. Care to play?

It still only takes a $100,000.

Well, with you in the game, Mr. Kingsley

I think I'd need more than that.

Well, what do you figure you'd need?

Oh, a strong stomach and a trusting heart.

Don't be subtle, Maverick. You're going right over my head.

I'll be blunt then, Kingsley.

- Your diamonds are a swindle. - Swindle?

A swindle? What swindle?

That's a very irresponsible statement, Mr. Maverick.

Would you care to explain it here or in court?

I'll explain it here, Mr. Kingsley.

You can explain it in court.

Your diamond field is salted.

- Salted? - What's he talking--

Gentlemen, this is one of your anthill diamonds

just as it came from the desert, by way of Amsterdam.

What do you mean by that, Maverick?

Mr. Pyne, this is a processed stone.

You can tell where it's been cut.

Well, of course it's been cut, gentlemen.

We cut into three or four of those, just to test the quality.

- See it. - Oh, well...

Well, I'm certainly relieved.

I'm sure the stockholders are relieved, too.

I'd hate to think that stock was worthless.

I don't think you have to worry about the stock, Mr. Maverick.

A half hour after the market opens tomorrow morning

California diamond will be selling at $200 a share

and I will be leading the buy.

Would you be interested in buying

a thousand shares right now?

I'll buy your thousand.

I'm sorry, I offered them to Mr. Kingsley.

Two-hundred dollars a share?

Two-seventeen.

Well that's a jump of $17,000. Why?

For old times' sake.

Alright, you'll have my check in the morning.

I'd prefer the cash tonight.

Very well. Would you cash my chips in, please?

- Mm. - Thank you.

A $196,000, Van.

Mm.

There you are.

I think that settles us, Mr. Maverick.

Almost.

Is Mr. Roland in the hall?

Gentlemen, this is Mr. Gerhardt Scharff

of Philadelphia.

Mr. Scharff is a diamond dealer.

I believe you've already met Mr. Kingsley.

Six months ago in Philadelphia

I sold Mr. Kingsley...

...a large lot of uncut stones.

Over a million dollars' worth?

I didn't put that value on them.

The whole lot is worth only $48,000.

- Forty-eight-thousand dollars? - What?

That's what I charged Mr. Kingsley.

Have somebody go for the police.

You know, Maverick

it would have been cheaper to let you stay in the game.

It'll be a gloomy day in the exchange tomorrow.

I suppose.

You know, I feel strange.

I'm the only man in San Francisco

who made a profit on diamonds.

I wish you'd take a split Bart.

- That was your stock, not mine. - Uh-huh.

And I did take a split, $17,000.

What do you do now?

Move on looking for the next game?

I suppose.

Well, you've certainly ruined this one.

Why don't you just marry and settle down

like I'm doing?

You?

The madame?

I'm not a bad catch.

Neither are you.

Uh, I promised her a millionaire.

I think she'd settle for less.

Hank?

Hank?

Maverick, I have wonderful news.

You mean, about madame and Roland?

- Oh, no. - I heard about them.

- I am here to talk about us. - Us, Maverick?

Remember the other day, and you told me

I wouldn't know myself when you're finished with me?

Well, I'd like to find out if you were right.

- You see, I-- - Wait, Maverick.

Uh-huh, that's the mistake I've been making.

- Now I-- - Please.

The news I wanted to tell you of was not about Grandmama

but about me.

I'm sorry, Bart.

The other day when you left me, it was the end for us.

I met someone.

I'm in love with him.

Who is he?

He should be here now.

Hank, you'd...

Uh...

Hank, you sure he's the right one?

Yeah. I'm sorry, Bart.

You gave me no hope, and I...

Excuse me.

Jimmy

I want you to meet a dear friend of mine.

Bart, this is James Grayson. Bart Maverick.

- How do you do? - How are you?

Uh, $30 million, Mr. Grayson?

No, I'm afraid not, Mr. Maverick.

And what little money I have is tied up in land.

- Back home in Texas. - Uh-huh.

A-a friend of mine told me she'd settle for a lot less.

Well, good luck, Hank.

Goodbye, Bart. Thank you.

And congratulations, Mr. Grayson.

- Thanks. - Mm.

Uh, cattle?

Uh, no, uh, oil.

Well, as long as it isn't diamonds.

Hello. I hope you enjoyed the show.

Next week we bring you the story

of one violent and decisive day

in the life of a Kansas town

lying at the end of the cattle trail from Texas.

Alright, boys, bust it up.

Please, boys, don't bust it up.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna pack my things and ride out

before Wade and his outfit ride in.

You're that scared of him?

Me, scared of Wade and 50 well-armed trail hands?

Perish the thought.

How many of them kings you sneak off the bottom of the deck?

You know, friend, you can lose more than your money

with talk like that.

I'll say it again.

You deal crooked!

We're two of a kind.

You and I, we both let our friends be killed.

We were both afraid, Maverick, and you know it.

Get away from me.

You can't condemn me, Maverick.

Not without condemning yourself!

Must gravel a man.

Holdin' a spread as big as yours

and still have to take orders

from a third-rate gunslinger like Red.

You want some, Maverick?

No, you listen to me so you know what they're gonna

do to this town.

They come off the trail hungry for everything.

That's why trail towns like this have deadlines

and town marshals to keep the savages

down here where they belong.

Red, you're not fast enough or good enough to hit me from where

you're standin'. Try to get any closer, and I'll kill ya.

- That's a gambler's bluff. - It might be.

A marshal's wages are pretty poor pay for getting killed.

I knew what I was getting into when I took the job.

You better get out before the music starts.

[Bret] It was the day the town of Kiowa would long remember.

I think you'll find it memorable, too.

It's called "Day Of Reckoning."

See you here next week.

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