Original subtitles

If you can't find Buckner, what then?

You gonna stop 'em when they ride in?

Well, don't feel too bad about it.

Maybe your town isn't that important.

Towns like this all die out sooner or later.

They don't leave too many mourners.

A few leaning headboards to prove

that men were here long enough to die.

A few rotting walls left standing.

I guess it really isn't worth dying for.

"Maverick."

Starring James Garner.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world.

Produced for television by Warner Brothers.

[Bret] These are some of the hundreds of thousands of cattle

that were driven up the dusty trail from Texas

to the Kansas railheads in the 1870s.

The trip was hard on men and beef alike.

So the drive sometimes stopped a while in southern Kansas

where the water was free and the grass green.

They had some pretty good poker games

in those towns along the way

and Kiowa City was one of them.

A town made prosperous by the trail drivers

a prosperity they weren't always happy with.

The trail hands felt they were cheated

in the stores and saloons.

The townspeople felt that the cowhands

were a bunch of savages.

I don't know about that

but they weren't very good poker players.

Well, boys?

See ya.

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

You know, friend, a man can lose more than his money

with talk like that.

I'll say it again. You deal crooked!

I'm gonna kill you, Mr. tinhorn.

Thanks, marshal. You just saved a life.

I'm not sure just whose.

I'm a great believer in peace and quiet.

I think I'll go to bed before some of his Texas friends

decide to pick up the argument.

Come on, boys, give me a hand here.

[Bret] The only difference between day and night on Trail Street

is that the nights are just a little noisier.

Not much noisier.

But this morning it was quiet. Too quiet.

Maverick.

You better keep in off the streets.

A shootout?

Who?

Marshal Hardie, Jack Wade.

Why?

Walt buffaloed one of Wade's hands late night. Killed him.

The man in the saloon?

That's the one.

Died early this mornin'.

- Where's Walt? - Holed up in the jail.

Won't do him much good. Wade'll pry him out somehow.

And Wade?

Ain't sure.

I think he's havin' breakfast down at Lil's place.

Ain't nothin' like havin' a good breakfast

before you kill a man.

Walt's a good man.

He'll take Wade in a fair draw.

Don't think there's gonna be anything fair

about this, do you?

Thank you, Mr. Somers.

Goin' someplace?

Uh, visiting a sick friend.

Don't stay long. It might be catching.

Walt, open up. It's me, Maverick.

You takin' a hand in this?

I would if I thought it'd help.

It wouldn't.

What'd you come here for?

See if I could talk some sense into you.

You know, that rifle's no good. What you need is a Gatling gun.

Maybe.

Seein' as how you don't have a Gatling

why don't you just clear out and stay out

until this thing blows over?

- I'm not afraid of Jack Wade. - Nobody said you were.

But you can't lick the whole outfit.

And I counted over a dozen trail hands out there.

If I run, Wade's boys will ho or ah the town.

Hm.

As sure as you're born, they'll ho or ah it. Mm.

Suppose they do?

Town's payin' me to see they don't.

Anyway, if I run, I can't come back.

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.

If I hadn't drawn those three kings

none of this would be happening.

If you think I can help, Walt...

I said you couldn't.

If I can keep this just one man against one man

I'll have a chance.

The two of us would be askin' for a shootout.

You better go out there with this.

Wade sees a shotgun, he might decide to parley

instead of shootin'.

Keep one eye on Red Scanlon.

I still say they're not payin' you enough.

You'd better get off the street.

- Mr. Buckner. - Sir?

There's going to be some shooting.

Who?

Hardie and Jack Wade.

Well, isn't anyone going to do anything to stop it?

- How are you with a .45? - What?

I said, can you use a gun?

Oh, no, no, of course not.

Well, that's the only way anybody's gonna stop this

with guns, plenty of 'em.

You'd better get down to your shop, Mr. Buckner.

See you comin' out of Hardie's office.

You couldn't miss seein' me.

You buyin' cards in this game?

Nope. Poker's my game.

Glad to hear that. You can pass the word around.

There'll be no more trouble in town after this is over

so long as nobody kicks up a fuss.

I was wondering, will it be a fair fight?

Your marshal hit our boy from behind. Nice harmless kid.

Call that a fair fight?

Where's Wade?

Leave Wade alone.

I didn't expect to run into so many friends.

I came out without my gun.

I'll put it on as soon as I have breakfast.

Wade inside?

No gun.

- Hello, Bret. - Hi, Lil.

- What do you want? - I wanna make a deal.

- About Hardie? - Yup.

- Hardie's dead. - Not yet.

What time he has left don't make much difference. He's dead.

Why don't you let him ride out, Wade? He won't come back.

It'll do you just as much good to say you ran him out of town

as it would to kill him.

Why not, Jack?

Hardie killed one of my hands.

It was an accident.

Hardie's a good man. You always liked him.

He should have got out as soon as that boy died.

He should have known I'd be after him.

Why didn't the fool get out when he had the chance?

He won't ride because he's afraid you'll tree the town.

If I say I won't?

He'll ride out. I'll make him.

If Hardie rides out, you're out

of the cow business, Wade.

What do you think the boys are gonna feel about this?

You got 5000 head bedded down at the flats.

If he's alive tonight, you'll be ridin' herd on those cows

all alone. You won't have a crew.

What's the matter with you, Red? You tryin' to stir up a killin'?

Those trail hands expect the boss to act like one.

If he don't, they'll quit him!

I don't aim to lose my ten percent cut.

If we have to kill a louse to keep our crew loyal

I say kill him. He's got it comin' anyhow.

- Don't listen to him, Jack. - Stay out of this.

Your old man was alive, he'd have this town

cleaned out by now.

You don't have to tell me what my old man would do.

- Looks to me like I do. - Alright, you told me.

Get out of here, Maverick.

No deal?

- No deal. - Hm.

Must gravel a man, holdin' on to a spread like yours

and still takin' orders

from a third-rate gunslinger like Red.

You want some, Maverick?

You want it now?

Still no gun.

No breakfast.

I tell you, they're not gonna stop at killin' Hardie.

I saw it in their faces this morning.

The devil's lose in that outfit and Hardie's just the beginning.

- Take it easy, Gus. - Take it easy. Take it easy.

It's not likely they'll bust up your place

like they bust up mine.

My place is all I got, and they're gonna bust it up.

I see it in their eyes this mornin'.

You've got any coffee on the stove?

Yeah, but it's not ready yet.

I got a stomachache. Like knots inside.

Did you see Hardie?

Yeah, that's what's makin' me sick.

You think Wade's bunch is gonna pull out after it's over?

Mn-mn. Wade'll wanna pull out.

The way I see it, he'd like to pull out

right now. Scanlon won't let him.

There's a man that needs killin', that Red.

You don't think he'll bust up the town, do you?

Anyone thinkin' about stoppin' him?

This is no better than murder. We've got to do something.

I said we've got to do something.

George, this ain't Ohio.

But what's Ohio got to do with it?

Folks think and act different back where you come from.

But surely the townspeople--

The townspeople ain't

gonna do a thing!

Think they'd stand up against them trail hands?

Why, those boys'll chew 'em down fine and spit 'em out.

I'm not sayin' it's right.

Just happens to be the way things be.

Isn't that Walt Hardie's woman?

Yeah.

- Mr. Wade. - Yes?

I'm Walt Hardie's wife.

Go home, Mrs. Hardie.

If you'll just listen to me a minute.

My husband didn't mean to hurt that boy.

He just hit him a little too hard, but he didn't mean it.

Walt's not a mean man. He's...

He's kind.

Mr. Wade, don't hurt my husband.

Get her away from here.

If you and Walt would just sit down together

maybe have a drink or somethin'.

Just talk it over like folks. That's all, Mr. Wade.

I-if you'll just talk together, try to understand...

No, Mr. Wade.

No, no!

You're a young man.

You don't wanna live with this the rest of your life.

Here, take care of her.

No. Stop him.

Somebody stop him! Ah! No! No!

No!

Alright, Hardie, come on out!

What's on your mind, Jack?

You killed one of my boys.

Get him, Red.

Ah!

That does it.

Let's go get a drink.

You feelin' hostile?

You always have somebody do your killin' for ya, Wade?

This Maverick's a real gambler. Likes to push his luck.

Shut up, Red.

I wasn't afraid of Hardie, if that's what you're getting at.

Then why didn't you give him a chance?

Because he didn't have one coming.

He didn't give my trail hand a chance.

Your boys feel pretty good again now huh?

That's right. Now stay out of my way.

I'll ask you again. You buyin' in?

- You'll know if I do. - Oh? How?

I'll never turn my back to you.

You saw it.

This was murder. Cold, deliberate murder.

But what are you gonna do about it?

There's not much this town can do, Mr. Buckner.

Most of the people in this town don't even own a gun.

Those that do don't know how to use one.

If anyone tries to do anything, it just mean more people killed

like Walt was.

Is that all this means to any of you?

Can you see a man murdered in cold blood and forget it?

Simmer down, George.

There ain't nothin' we can do.

Well, I'll do something.

I'll make Jack Wade's name a byword for cowardice.

I'll label him a back-shooting assassin

and make Kansas so hot for him, he'll never again

drive a herd up here from Texas.

You do that, George, and you're as good as dead.

Now for the next act of "Maverick."

The marshal fell, mortally wounded

without a chance to return a shot.

The assassins then adjourned to the Idle Hour Saloon

where they drank several glasses of whiskey

before riding out to their camp on Kiowa Flats.

Set that up on a broadside and get it circulated.

You're buyin' yourself a lot of grief, George.

I'll handle the grief as it comes.

[Jack] For a segundo, you do a side of loafin', Red.

I'm thinkin'.

Good water, good grass hereabouts

wouldn't hurt none to lay the herd over another day.

That ain't what's on your mind.

Ain't it?

You're looking for more killing.

- More trouble. - No, sir.

I just don't like to leave a grass fire

smolderin' behind me.

There's to be no more trouble

in Kiowa City.

- You're the boss. - Get somebody.

To load that chuck wagon and let's roll.

Can't till Harry gets back from town.

Sent him in for some flour.

Ha! Ha!

Son, where'd you get this?

Mr. Buckner give me two bits to deliver 'em.

Said to give one to every man I saw.

You read this?

I told you to look out for Buckner.

He's a rabbit, but he brays like a Rocky Mountain canary.

Loud enough to bring down the roof.

Well, it probably can't be stopped now

but at least it can be avoided.

Where are you goin'?

Well, 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.

"Shortly before nine o'clock

"Jack Wade emerged from Lil's hotel.

"A heart-rending scene ensued as Mrs. Hardie pleaded with him

for the life of her husband."

That's pretty strong stuff.

"Rudely ignoring the cries of the distressed woman

"Wade and his hired gunman, Red Scanlon

"proceeded to the town jail

"where Wade called Marshal Hardie to come out.

"As Hardie appeared, Wade engaged him in conversation.

"Then Scanlon opened fire.

"The marshal fell, mortally wounded

without a chance to return a shot. The assassins..."

- Who put this out? - I don't know.

- A kid gave it to me. - That's pretty rough medicine.

You know what Whiskey Jack would do if he was still alive?

Leave my pa out of this.

That whole town'd be up a tree

before he was through with it.

Towns like this been cheatin' and belittlin' our kind

ever since the first trail drive.

They take our money and hate us for every dime.

Your pa never forgive 'em for that.

I said leave my old man out of this.

[Jack] Tell the boys to saddle up. We're ridin' into town.

You run off 50 or 60 more of those broadsides?

I'm gonna take them up to the capital with me

and spread them around the state offices.

We wanna talk to you, Mr. Buckner.

Not now, gentlemen, I'm packing

to leave on the coach for Topeka.

Raise the devil and now you're

flyin' to hide in church.

Did you ever see a town getting' treed, Buckner?

- Treed? - Ripped to bits.

Lootin', burnin', tearing everything to flinders.

That's what's gonna happen here in Kiowa if Wade rides in.

- Then I hope he does ride in. - Blast your eyes.

Perhaps then you'll take up arms to defend your property

when you wouldn't move to save a man's life.

If Wade and his trail tramps do wreck Kiowa

it'll be because you gentlemen are too cowardly to defend it.

Good day.

A regular game cock, ain't he?

What's he goin' to Topeka for?

Rouse up the governor against Wade.

Hasn't he done enough rousting for one day?

Goin' someplace, Maverick?

Considering to.

You've been considerin' wrong. No one rides out.

Well, what if one does?

He's liable to meet with an accident.

Well, like the bear said to the trap

"I'll stay because of my foot."

How far do you have to be pushed before you get mad?

Pretty far. Just why are you pushin' so hard?

I don't like the way you wear your head.

It's too high, and your neck's too stiff.

I just don't like you, Maverick.

See you're wearin' your gun.

Just in case I run across a snake.

Yes, sir, there's nothin' like a good wet down

before you drag your herd, Mr. Wade.

Got a long dry spell ahead.

Man has to get a little liquor in just to face the idea

of chousin' them cows up the trail.

Best liquor in the house, Mr. Wade.

Save it for my best customers.

- Alright? - Everything's fine.

[Jack] Who wrote this, Gus?

It's none of my doin', Mr. Wade.

Well, drink up boys. Everything's on the house.

I ask you, who wrote this?

Mr. Wade, I tell you, I didn't.

Who wrote it?

I swear I don't know, Mr. Wade.

Gus, are you tryin' to poison me?

Why, Mr. Wade, I...

See if that tastes like drinkin' liquor to you.

Tastes like sheep dip if you ask me.

You fixin' to bust up my place?

Alright, boys.

- Wait a minute. - Hold it!

Gus just remembered something. Didn't you, Gus?

His name's Buckner. Runs the print shop.

Where will we find him?

He's goin' out on the night coach.

Goin' to the governor about Hardie's bein' killed.

Alright, boys.

- Bust it up. - Please, boys.

Don't bust it! Don't bust it!

Where's Buckner?

Mr. Buckner ain't here.

Don't fool with me. Where is he?

He left town.

He ain't had time to leave town.

Make him talk.

Come on, come on, what good is it gonna do

for you to keep quiet? Where did Buckner go?

He's passed out.

[Jack] He's dead. Shouldn't have hit him so hard.

Let's go.

They were after me, and he wouldn't tell them where I was.

You heard 'em?

- Why didn't you come in? - I couldn't.

I was afraid.

I wanted to. Believe me, I wanted to.

I started to a couple of times.

I couldn't.

I tried to make my hand take hold of the door latch.

All I could do was just stand there

and listen to the sounds.

When the sound stopped, I, I came in.

They were gone.

I found Charlie.

I know they'd have stopped if I'd come in. I know that.

But I couldn't help him, Maverick, I...

I wanted to, but I just couldn't force myself

to walk through that door.

Why couldn't you have stopped to think for a second

before you sounded off with this?

A man who shouts brave and loud

and then runs when he gets answered...

...that man makes me sick!

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I oughta turn you over to Wade before your fool antics

get some more people killed.

You haven't any right to do that.

- Let go. - Anyone but you, Maverick.

You haven't any right to turn me over.

What do you mean?

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!

Maverick.

That's far enough.

Don't get proddy.

You've been drinkin' tiger milk?

Shut up, Red.

Where's Buckner?

- How would I know? - Don't lie to me.

I don't think I heard you right.

Maybe you can hear me better.

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.

- Hold it. - Let me try him, Wade.

I said hold it.

You're sidin' with the wrong people.

I'm a fence straddler, Wade. I don't side with anybody.

I just like to be left alone.

See that you don't slip off of that fence on to the wrong side.

Spread the word around.

If Buckner gets out of Kiowa, I'm gonna take this town apart.

You tell folks that.

I'm gonna tree this town

like no town ever got treed before.

You tell 'em if I don't have Buckner in my hands

by nine o'clock tonight

I'm taking the town.

[Gus] I knew he was gonna wreck me.

That's why I told him about Buckner.

Tried to save my property, that's all.

Just tried to keep from gettin' busted.

But he went ahead anyhow and busted. Busted it good.

Well, you did your best to save it.

Wasn't worth it. Nothing's worth feelin' the way I do now.

Feelin' brave?

- Some. - Don't get too brave.

I'm tellin' you, I'm through bein' scared

by men like Wade and Scanlon.

It's not a good way to feel.

Are you afraid of 'em?

I should be. So I guess I am.

- You let Wade push you around. - Did I?

He pushed you around like he pushed the rest of us.

He stood out there and dared you

to do something about Walt Hardie.

That's pushin'.

A man's a fool to call a hand when he knows he's beat.

That's one of the rules of my business.

Just what is your business?

Staying alive, enjoying good food

an untroubled mind, and a good digestion.

Is that all?

When my brother and I left home, my pappy said

"if either one of you comes back with a medal

I'll beat you to death."

Gus.

You sure turned the devil loose

when you told about Buckner.

Now we can't find him nowheres.

What do you plan to do if you find him?

Why

turn him over to Wade.

Only thing we can do now.

It's either that, or the whole town goes.

Well, he shouldn't have writ that about Wade.

He had no right to do that. Not if he runs after.

If you can't find Buckner, what then?

You gonna stop 'em when they ride in?

Well, don't feel too bad about it.

Maybe your town isn't that important.

Towns like this all die out sooner or later.

They don't leave too many mourners.

A few leaning headboards to prove that

men were here long enough to die.

A few rotting walls left standing.

I guess it really isn't worth dying for.

- Any sign? - No.

Threw a brace of men on each of the roads

and put the rest of the outfit workin' the washers

where a man might try to sneak through.

That Buckner, he's either got jackrabbit blood

and he's halfway to Topeka, or else he ain't left town.

And I don't think he has.

I declare I can almost smell him.

If he's in there, we'll root him out.

If we don't, I'll turn the hands loose.

You reckon those people will fight?

That oughta make for a real hoedown.

Might be somebody will get killed.

- I'm shorthanded as it is. - Trailhands come cheap.

When do we start the ball?

I gave 'em until nine o'clock to turn up Buckner.

We'll wait till then.

How'd you get in here?

In the back way.

Well, you just skin out the same way.

Did anyone see you come up here?

No. I don't think so.

You don't think so?

You got your own neck in a noose.

Now you're tryin' to fit mine in it

and you don't think so.

There wasn't any place to go.

Come back here.

It'll be dark soon. You're gonna leave then.

Go on, sit down.

You can't blame me for attacking Jack Wade the way I did.

He murdered a man.

I can blame you for doing it

when you knew you didn't have the backbone

to take the consequences.

Mr. Maverick, I believe in the law. The law says--

There isn't any law out here except what a man can make

and enforce for himself.

It can't last long, but that's the way it is for now.

Jack Wade's been living by his own rules all his life.

He's got enough horses in his remuda to mount a regiment.

Forty or fifty men who treat him like king of the mountain.

And if you're gonna talk to a man like that about laws

you better be ready to back it up.

What will he do to me?

Kill you.

Well, what did you expect?

I thought the men in this town would stand behind what I did.

It just doesn't seem right

to let an innocent like you get killed.

- Where are you goin'? - To see if I can make a deal.

- A deal? W-What kind of a deal? - I don't know.

I'll think of something, I hope.

Well, what if you told Wade that

that I promise to get out another broadside

taking back what I said in the first one?

I-if you told him I promised I wouldn't go to see the governor?

Is that what you want me to do?

Do you think he'd just forget the whole thing then

if I did that?

I don't know. I doubt it, but I'll try.

You can't stay here.

As soon as it gets dark, you better leave.

Hm. Where will I go?

I don't know, but this is gonna be

one of the first places they'll look.

And if you get killed anyway

try not to mention my name.

- Just about 7:30. - Hour and a half to go.

Wade, we'd like a word with you.

That's far enough.

Just keep your hands in sight.

Say your piece.

Like to make a deal.

I'm listening.

We wanna know your intentions for Mr. Buckner.

Well, some of the boys are in favor of shootin'.

Red here is in favor of ropin' and draggin' him.

Me, I ain't made up my mind.

Mr. Wade, I'd like to see this thing settled

without no bloodshed.

Why, Mr. Somers, so would I.

But that printer wrote some hard things about me and my hands.

Mighty hard.

And what's more, he printed them.

Now what do you think that my boys are gonna think of me

if I just turn the other cheek?

Mr. Wade...

My boys have gotta work off steam

one way or another, Mr. Somers.

I'd say the best thing you could do

would be to turn up Buckner.

Save a heap of trouble.

What if Buckner promised to print another broadside,

take back all his nasty lies and tell the town

what really nice gentlemen you and your boys are?

I said we wanted Buckner.

When we get him, we'll ride out.

He'll promise not to go to see the governor, too.

Let Buckner tell us that.

And you got one hour and a half to get him here.

I wanna hear it from you, Wade.

Will you take our deal?

Just don't reckon I can.

Sorry.

I hope they don't.

Don't what?

Turn Buckner over.

I think I'd like taking this town apart.

Now back to "Maverick."

- Who is it? - George Buckner.

- What are you doing here? - Please.

I need help. Please?

Come in.

You know, for a man who writes brave, you're pretty meechin'.

You should never have written those things you did

about Jack, Mr. Buckner.

I know.

It's not just yourself.

It's the rest of the town's gonna suffer.

Why can't you be a man, go out there, take what's comin' to ya?

I guess you ain't much of a man.

I won't be staying long.

Maverick's gone out to make an arrangement with Mr. Wade.

Arrangement?

I agreed to print a retraction.

Kind of an apology.

I said I wouldn't go to see the governor.

And you'll go right on livin' here?

Why not?

I guess if you have to ask, I can't tell ya.

I didn't have to ask.

Well, it don't matter.

Look, I know Jack Wade. He won't settle for an apology.

He'll get you, or he'll tree the town.

Did you ever see a town get treed, Mr. Buckner?

You know, folks back east think cowboys are real romantic-like.

They write books about 'em that way.

But they ain't like that. They're dirty, sweaty, smelly.

- Oh, please, you don't-- - No, 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.

But our marshal here is dead

and no deadline's gonna stop Wade and his crew.

Why do you tell me these things?

Just so you'll know what you're costin' this town.

You had to be so brave in that paper of yours.

Why ain't you brave now?

I never thought of myself as a coward.

Not until they killed Charlie.

I could've saved him.

All I had to do was open that door and walk in.

Why didn't you?

I heard them beating him. The sounds.

And I wanted to.

Even then I wanted to.

But I

I just couldn't force myself

to open the door.

And I see this little gal just yesterday.

Say howdy to her, she flips her head at me

walks off like I was dirt.

- How much longer? - About 45 minutes.

I hope you didn't make that deal with Jack Wade.

Why not, Lil?

Do you think it'll help Buckner?

- It'd keep him alive. - And that's all?

Did you make the deal?

No. Wade refused.

Well, what are you brave men waitin' for now?

- Where's Buckner? - Why do you wanna know?

So you can turn him over to Jack?

You hidin' him, Lil?

He came to me.

I didn't throw him out.

Isn't there a man in this town

willin' to fight for what's his?

Ain't much we can do, Lil.

You can fight! Did you ever think of that?

And what about you? You wear a gun.

- Don't you know how to use it? - If I have to.

And you don't figure you have to now, huh?

Lil, you're making that fence I've been straddling

pretty uncomfortable.

Well, then why don't you get off it

before Jack and his men knock it right out from under ya?

I think you've already pushed me off of it

just by walking in here now

or by hiding Buckner, I don't know which.

Anyone else here feelin' light in the head?

Guess we ain't got much choice.

They're gonna come anyway, no matter what we do.

Chet Williams and his brother can help, I suppose

if I put it up to 'em.

We'd better get word uptown, tell the folks

not to show no lights, to keep inside.

How about ropin' off the streets?

I don't think we have time for that.

We can throw up a barricade. That might slow 'em up a bit.

I can tell you one thing, we maybe will damage 'em some

but we ain't gonna stop 'em.

And I had to raise a family in this town.

It's about that time.

Alright, boys, come on.

Buckner.

Stand away from that man, Maverick.

You'll have to take both of us, Wade

and a lot of men behind us.

That's far enough!

Get 'em, Red.

Hold your fire!

Boys, your boss is dead and so is Scanlon.

Leave now and there won't be anymore shooting.

Well, what about it?

Lots of room, gents.

What'll it be, stud or draw?

Thanks for being with us again.

Next week I think we have a real treat in store for you.

Samantha Crawford, that incorrigible con woman

who took me for $20,000.

"All According To Hoyle," as you may remember

will be back again with us next week.

Well, I thought you were bringing the sheriff.

I was just gonna tell him that you and me had a little old spat

and, and you got in a big snit and walked out on me.

Samantha?

Samantha?

[Bret] Samantha leads brother Bart a wild chase

that will take you down the wide Missouri

and across the Dakota territory

at a time when that wasn't the healthiest place to be.

Look, young lady

you either have those plates in your cabin or on your person.

Now you're gonna hand 'em over, and Maverick here

is gonna search your cabin while I search you.

Uh, 50-50, Gunnerson.

Ah, oh, I'm so sorry.

Why, I declare, but I seem to be in the wrong room, don't I?

Yes, ma'am. Ha-ha.

Uh, with your hand in the wrong pocket.

The fact remains he has twice robbed

and twice assaulted an operative

of the United States Secret Service.

Well, he's not denying that.

So there's nothing to do

but to remove him for trial to the federal court

in Council Bluffs.

The prisoner will step down and, uh, face the court.

I hired you because nobody in the world

is more successfully dishonest than you.

But trying to palm off blank plates on to me

that wasn't very clever.

- Search her, George. - I wouldn't try that, George.

[Bret] It has excitement, romance and comedy.

It's called "The Savage Hills."

Hope you'll be here to see it next week.

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