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- Elliott. Stop him, please. - Karen.

That man in there, he's trying to kill me.

"Maverick."

Starring James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world.

Produced for television by Warner Brothers.

[Bart] Silver City, New Mexico, is a quiet

little town devoted to the arts.

For example, there's the art of the dance

as practiced nightly in the concert hall

in the Bella Union.

Large numbers of citizens, less interested in the arts

devote long hours to self-improvement.

Altogether, Silver City is a fine little town

if you have the strength.

They also play poker at Silver City.

And as in any other town, they hate to see a winner quit.

Well, gentlemen, that's all for me tonight.

- I'm down a 1 000, Maverick. - You're in to me for 500.

You can't quit now.

Uh, gentlemen, as my pappy used to say

"He who plays and runs away lives to, uh, run another day."

You're a foolish man, Maverick.

- You're on a winning streak. - That's right.

That's just why I'm quitting, boys.

It wouldn't be fair to keep playing with you gentlemen.

Willy.

Let me have the order for number six.

Now, Willy. Right away.

Not so loud. Over here.

- What's the big hurry? - He stopped playing.

Here's your money.

No.

Ten dollars is what you said.

I changed my mind.

Twenty dollars is what I want.

Alright.

Well, thank you, gentlemen. And a pleasant good evening.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- Oh, hello, Walter. - Everything go alright?

Just fine. Say, what was that time? 12:00 noon tomorrow?

- That's definite then. - You know it sure is.

Goodnight.

Nothing could change your mind, could it?

What, for instance?

Goodnight, partner.

[Bart] Twenty-thousand four-hundred dollars.

Four hundred more than I needed to become

a full-fledged businessman

half owner of the Bella Union.

I wonder if I should have business cards printed.

[Bart] It only made sense one way.

My door was bolted from the inside.

Whoever took the money had been in my room when I came in.

That meant a key.

The desk clerk was cooperative, only two people who'd been

on duty the night before had keys to all the rooms.

The clerk's two brothers. Both were asleep now.

One was the night clerk, the other the night bellhop.

One was as crooked as the other

but the bellhop's room was closer.

You say someone got in your room, Mr. Maverick?

And they got away with a lot of money, Willy.

- Now what do you know about it? - Me?

W-Why should I know anything about it?

You-you wouldn't shoot, would you, Mr. Maverick?

It was Karen Gustavson.

The cancan girl? The Swede?

Norwegian. I didn't think she'd take anything.

She said it was a joke, and I--

- Where does she live? - Adele's Rooming House.

Honest, Mr. Maverick, I didn't think she was...

You got no right busting in this way.

I don't run a very respectable place here

but gentlemen can't call on ladies

in their rooms without being announced--

- Yes, ma'am. - Besides, Karen works late.

- She has to get her sleep. - Is this it?

- Did you hear what I said? - No, ma'am.

Well, I'll just get the sheriff!

- Yes, ma'am. - Well...

Ms. Gustavson isn't in there.

Who are you, her trainer?

- I said Karen's not in there. - Well, how do you know?

I waited up all night for her. She didn't come home.

You're a Faro dealer at the Bella Union, aren't you?

Temporarily.

- Got a key? - Of course not.

Look, I don't know who you think you are, but...

She's gone.

Uh, where did she go? Who are you?

How long have you known her?

You haven't answered my questions.

Why are you looking for Karen and why did she leave here?

You need a drink.

[Bart] I'd figured there was a good chance

Karen Gustavson had left town

on the southbound morning stage

until I talked to the man who sold the tickets.

The only woman who had bought a ticket on any outbound stage

in the last 24 hours was one Mrs. Murphy

a seamstress who took care

of the cancan girls at the Bella Union.

Oh, Mrs. Murphy.

Ah, you didn't leave town after all.

Where was it you didn't go?

El Paso.

Thank you, Mrs. Murphy.

Oh.

[Bart] After I got a ticket on the afternoon stage

I kept my noon appointment with Walter Osbourne

the man I was supposed to go into business with

$20,000 ago.

I don't care why you don't have the money.

Oh, now take it easy, will you, Osbourne?

After all, I was the one who was robbed.

Besides, I'm gonna get that money back.

All it means is a delay.

- Delay will mean no deal. - Why?

Because gettin' this place from Mitchell for $40,000

is like getting it for nothin'.

You said Mitchell had to sell the Bella Union

because his doctor told him he had to get out.

Sure. And the sooner the better.

- So? - So he snapped at my offer.

Because he didn't wanna waste any time bargaining with people.

But if he has to wait now to give us a delay

he'll do some shoppin' around.

There's a man in Santa Fe who would pay 60,000

for the Bella Union.

Mm. Probably more than one.

I can get a delay from Mitchell with a deposit on the deal.

You can catch up with the girl and be back here

with the money in five days.

- Four maybe. - Maybe.

I can't guarantee it, Walter.

It's too late for me to find anyone else.

You better not let me down.

Pretty girl with a Norwegian accent

shouldn't be too hard to find, and I intend to find her.

But don't put any money on her. You might lose.

I'll depend on you to see that I don't.

I'll ask Mitchell to take $5000

to hold the deal open for four days.

I'll let you know at the stage.

Alright. It's your money.

All aboard, folks.

You get your bet down?

Mitchell made me leave a $10,000 deposit.

And all the delay he'll give is three days.

Mitchell seems to be getting healthier by the hour.

And your odd is shorter.

Let's go, mister.

Coming.

Maverick, if you're not back here in three days

I lose $10,000 and the Bella Union.

Do you have any idea what owning that place means to me?

I do now, Walter.

Good. I never learned to lose gracefully.

You're young yet.

I'm all set to go! Where's that mare?

Well, what do you know?

I've been following you, Mr. Maverick.

I know now why you're following Karen.

Well, you're wrong about her. She's honest and good.

- And rich. - This is nothing to joke about.

We'll look for Karen together.

And nothing is going to happen to her.

In that case

we're gonna make quite an interesting team, Mr.--

- Elliott Larkin. - Larkin.

You're gonna be looking for Karen to, uh, protect her

and I'm gonna be lookin' forward to wring her pretty little neck.

Now back to "Maverick."

[Bart] Elliott Larkin spent the next three hours

telling me what a wonderful girl Karen Gustavson was.

How being in love with a Norwegian beauty

had made him stop feeling sorry for himself

and start making something of his life.

After a while, I didn't quite catch every word.

I'd been right about Karen.

She didn't go unnoticed anywhere.

Whoa-ho!

Hey, shotgun, toss my bag, will you?

Elliott Larkin proved to be an alert and constant companion.

Always at my elbow to give me a helping hand

and pick up any information I might get on Karen.

The bag!

I didn't shake Brother Elliott a minute too soon.

At the next town I came to, Las Cruces

I found that Karen had left the stage

rented a carriage and then headed for Mexico.

That meant her next stop had to be the village of San Miguel

the only stop across the border.

I hadn't exactly shaken Brother Elliott at that.

- Who is it? - It is me, Senorita Collins.

The proprietor.

Oh, pardon me for disturbing your privacy, senorita

but I have good news for you.

You are no longer the only American in the hotel.

- A man? - A man and a woman, senorita.

What does the man look like?

Uh, is he tall? Handsome?

Oh, no, no, no. They are two old people.

turistas, ah.

Uh, but I think you will like the lady.

- She is very-- - I don't want to see anyone.

I'm sorry, senor.

Uh, I do not feel very well. I...

I would like to rest.

Ah. Si, senorita.

I understand.

I will see that you are not disturbed.

Carlos will give orders.

You must be in good health for tomorrow.

- Tomorrow? - Si.

Have you not heard? The fiesta, senorita.

Sabado de Gloria.

Uh, it is the day before Easter Sunday

and it marks the death of the betrayer, Judas.

And it is a magnificent day, Madre de Dios.

All over the village i-is paper statues of Judas.

Some are as big as a man. One is the size of a house.

Even bigger. You have never seen anything like it in your life.

Everyone has a...

Uh, how do you call the, uh, the gun powder in the sticks?

- Oh, oh, fyrverkeri. - Huh?

I mean firecrackers.

Si, si. Firecrackers. Everyone has them.

And-and-and, and then at night

they will burn the big statue of Judas.

Madre de Dios. What a sight!

And the masks! Oh, the masks.

They are something to see. Everyone wears one.

I will wear one that looks like my sister's husband.

Uh, he is fat like a pig.

And then he's got chins all the way down to...

That sounds like fun, Carlos.

- Is there dancing? - Everywhere. In the streets.

In the houses, in the village square.

We will have a fiesta right here in our own patio.

- You are invited. - Thank you, Carlos.

- I accept. - Bueno.

Well I will leave you now

so that you may rest up for tomorrow.

Buenos dias, senorita.

Good day, Carlos.

Hasta la fiesta, senorita.

Hasta la fiesta, Carlos.

Senorita Collins! Senorita Collins!

It is me, Carlos.

You feel better today. You will join us, then?

Just as soon as I change my clothes.

I just bought some Mexican ones.

- Bravo, senorita! Bravo! - Carlos.

Ah. Adios, senorita. Viva el vino!

Buenos dias, Senorita Collins.

Now back to "Maverick."

I sure hate to spoil your holiday fun like this

Ms. Gustavson, but there is a little matter of my money.

Oh, I don't have it.

- Yes, you do. - No.

I took it.

But I didn't keep it.

I only took your money to keep you from buying

the Bella Union with that Osbourne.

He is an evil man. A corrupt man.

Look who's throwing stones.

You stole $20,000, remember?

That's different.

It is only money I steal.

Walter Osbourne steals honor and dignity.

We'll get to the speeches later.

No. Now.

Walter Osbourne is a devil among men.

Amen. Now where's my money?

- He's a corrupt man. He would... - Listen, lady.

If I don't get that money, I'm gonna shake you

till you come apart at the joints. Now where is it?

- Stop it! Please! - When I have the money.

Alright!

I'll tell you.

- That man is-- - Uh...

Over there, in my wardrobe.

Walter Osbourne is a devil, huh?

[Karen] Under the top shelf.

- Senorita Collins. - Oh. Let me go. Please.

- Elliott. Stop him, please. - Karen.

That man in there, he's trying to kill me.

What kept you, Elliott?

Buy him a drink, will you?

No. Uh, have you seen a lady, uh...

Uh, la senorita with blonde hair?

She came this-- Uh...

- Rubia! - Rubia.

Gracias. Gracias.

I told you, I don't have the money.

That's what you told me the first time.

Then you told me you did.

- I lied. - You...

The money is back in Silver City.

At Wells Fargo office, in your name.

Sure it is.

I am telling you the truth.

What does that mean?

- Upon my honor. - Hm.

I only stole your money to keep you

from going into business with that pig of a man.

- Osbourne. - He's worse than a pig. He's--

- Listen, Karen, I'm through-- - My arm! It's growing numb.

- You're very strong. - The money. The money!

Do you know what Osbourne did to Anna Burgen?

Is that the cancan girl who killed herself?

She took her life because of him.

Oh.

No.

Not because she loved him.

She was terrified of Osbourne.

Couldn't escape him.

He wouldn't let her.

Her real name was Anna Gustavson.

My sister.

You don't believe me?

Karen, if what you say is true, I'm sorry.

But if it's Osbourne you're really after

why don't you go after him?

I tried and failed

more than once.

But owning that place is the biggest thing

in life to him.

If I could stop you from helping him get it, I'd be satisfied.

For Anna.

And there was something else.

This way I could be helping you, too.

Helping me?

What makes you worry about me, anyway?

I like you.

You are young, handsome, honest.

And broke. And for the last time, where is my money?

I've told you the truth!

I can prove it to you.

I wrote you a letter. Uh...

I was going to mail it to you tomorrow.

You would get it too late for your deal with Osbourne

but it explains why I took your money and where you can find it.

- Well, show it to me. - I don't have it with me.

- And it's in my room. - Fine.

- Let's go see the letter. - No! I mean, wh...

I-isn't it too late for you now?

- No. We got a delay. - Oh.

- How long? - For three day...

Look, what difference does it make how long?

We got a delay. That's enough.

Now if you've got the letter, you can do anything

you want, but if you don't have it

then you're lying to me again.

I'm gonna make you tell me where that money is

one unpleasant way or another.

Did you steal the money to hurt Osbourne?

Or to help him?

Perhaps it was both a little.

What did you expect him to do?

- Sweep you off your feet? - Maybe.

I know I expected him to do something.

I don't think he's quite up to it.

What do you know about him?

- He drinks a lot. - He should.

Helps him to forget.

He was a prisoner in your Civil War.

Spent two years at Andersonville.

I'm sorry. I talked out of turn.

But I still wanna see that letter.

There is no letter.

I lied.

You'd think I'd be used to that by now, but I'm not.

Is the money here in your room?

That's the first honest answer you've given me.

Now do you believe me?

No.

We're going to the police station.

Are you going to have me arrested?

Now that's a pleasant thought.

The telegraph office isn't a police station.

We're gonna send a telegram to Wells Fargo

in Silver City to ask if my money is there.

And if it isn't, you and I are gonna have another session.

But much less friendly.

Oh, but you won't have an answer to your telegram

till tomorrow morning.

And you won't get out of my sight till I get that answer.

I like that.

You what?

I think you are a very

very nice man, Mr...

May I call you Bart?

Put that on the wire right away, please.

Ah, bueno, senor.

- Oh, I'd love some. - No, no, no, Karen. Not now.

I'm starving, Bart.

Gracias. Gracias.

- Bite? - Only when I'm mad enough.

- Hey, senor. - Oi, senor!

Yes.

"Walter Osbourne.

Bella Union, Silver City. New Mexico Territory."

I learn my good English in El Paso.

I live there since two-and-one-half years.

- The message, huh? - Si, senor. Yes, sir.

"Maverick here in San Miguel with the girl.

"Has money, but not returning.

Has new investment plan. Signed, a friend."

Send it as fast as you can.

Si, senor.

It's fantastic, Bart.

I've never seen anything so interesting.

Oh. We've been on our feet for six hours now.

Look.

Beautiful.

A whole city is celebrating together.

Just like in Norway, Sankthansaften.

That's, uh, Midsummer's Night.

I wish I could make up my mind about you.

You're either the nicest, sweetest girl I ever met

in my life, or the sl yest, shrewdest thief in the world.

- Come on. - Where are we going?

To your hotel room.

It'd be too easy for you to get away in this crowd.

Bart, I told you I would not try to run away.

You also told me you had a letter in your room.

Senorita! Ha-ha! Senor!

- Viva la fiesta, Carlos. - Gracias.

I see the senorita has regained her health. No?

You and the senor must dance with us.

Me? No.

Uh, no. Thank you very much, but--

- Por favor. - I-I'm sorry.

- You better give in, Bart. - One dance, senor.

- I don't know the dance. - I will teach you, senor.

[Bart] Oh. This is tiring.

Thank you. Would you hold that, please?

- Si, como no. - Thank you.

Karen?

Karen, you think I'm fooling. You're in for a big surprise.

- I've got a good mind to ta-- - Senor!

You like to dance with chiquita?

Well senor, come back to the party. We miss you.

I'm sorry.

What's your trouble? What's the matter?

- Enrico. Oh. - Who's Enrico?

He's the man who drove off with your senorita.

- Carriage driver? - No, no.

- He is the carriage driver. - Then who's Enrico?

- A bandit! - Oh, that makes two of 'em.

- Carlos, can ya get me a horse? - Si, senor.

Now back to "Maverick."

Why are we stopping here? I told you there's a man following me.

Please drive on.

Horse is tired, senorita.

Better we stay here, huh?

But I've got to get away. Out of town.

I'll pay you well.

But you will be safe here, senorita

from the man that follows you.

This is the home of a friend of mine.

Come.

Please, I don't think I'd better--

But I want you to meet my friend Manuel.

His house is your house.

Manuel.

No, thank you. I--

I cannot believe such good fortune, senorita.

I didn't even have to kidnap you.

You walk right into my arms.

I think it's the fiesta that brought me such luck, huh?

Do not be alarmed, senorita.

This is my profession.

The people that I kidnap, they're never harmed.

Sometimes they even enjoy it.

And we'll have Manuel ask from your friends $500.

And $50 for you, huh?

Uh, Manuel!

Manuel, wake up.

Karen, you make it a habit to go to party...

Thank you, Bart.

If you don't tell me where my money is in just

ten seconds, I'm gonna give you back to him.

- No! - Yes!

Now I really know you're a liar, if you weren't

you wouldn't have run away like that.

I ran so you'd think

I still did have the money.

I wanted you to have to follow me deep into Mexico for days.

Away from telegraph wires and Osbourne

and your precious three-day delay.

Hey.

- What's wrong? - Oh, my foot's caught.

Well, what are you waiting for?

You can run all the way to South America now.

Suppose he wakes up?

I'll bark at him.

- Are you hurt? - No, just stuck.

I'll never let you go if I get hold of you.

You do believe me now. Don't you, Bart?

About why I stole your money and what I did with it.

Well, let's say I'm just a little more confused

than I have been.

[Karen] He'll be so unhappy if he misses the burning of Judas.

- Shall I wake him? - I don't think you could.

Still confused, Bart?

A little.

I'm wondering how such a nice girl could be such a thief.

And you still don't believe me.

No, but I am beginning to like you.

I always liked you.

What about your friend Elliott?

Oh, I could love him, I guess, if, if I was sure he was a man.

Maybe I love him anyway.

Would you like to see that letter?

You mean, the one you said you wrote to me?

The letter I did write to you.

"Dear Mr. Maverick, by the time you receive this

"it will be too late for you to be of any help

"to Walter Osbourne.

"Your money is at the Wells Fargo office.

"Maybe someday I will be able to tell you

why I have done this thing. Karen Gustavson."

If I'd shown it to you before, you would have

gone back to Silver City and...

Well, I'd have accomplished nothing.

What makes you think you have now?

There's still time for me to go back.

But you won't.

No, I won't.

Even if Osbourne is half as bad as you say he is

I better start shopping around some more.

- Have you been waiting long? - A while.

I got here as soon as I could.

Why?

Your $20,000.

I got a telegram which said you weren't coming back with it.

Telegram from whom?

It was signed, "A friend."

- Elliott. - Take off your gun belt.

Now, where's your money?

You're not gonna believe this.

I'll try hard.

Tell him, Karen.

The money is back in Silver City.

At a Wells Fargo office where I left it in his name.

What?

I told you wouldn't believe it.

You know something, Osbourne? She isn't terribly fond of you.

That's why she stole the money.

Keep me from going into business with you.

I warned you to stay out of my way.

- I'm not afraid of you. - Uh-uh, Karen.

- Always be afraid of a gun. - How about it, Maverick?

Changing horses, I got down here in 11 hours.

We could still make it back in time.

I don't think Ms. Gustavson would like that, Walter.

I'm out $10,000 if you don't come in with me.

And I don't intend to let that happen.

That gun won't help.

You wanna bet?

Walter, you could take me back at gunpoint

but you'd never get the money out of Wells Fargo that way.

You'll get the money out of Wells Fargo. I'll have her.

[Osbourne] When you turn the money over to Mitchell, I'll let her go.

How about it, partner? Yes or no?

You still can't make me believe you would kill her

for a few thousand dollars.

I've got a better reason than a few thousand dollars.

Karen, I know who you are now.

[Osbourne] And I know you won't give up

until you think you're even with me.

So if you do it my way, Maverick

maybe I won't have to kill her. I'll leave that up to you.

He'll do it, Bart.

We better go back with him.

He sounds like he'll do it anyway.

That's a chance you'll have to take.

There are some horses out back.

What's the gun for, Osbourne?

Que pasa?

Que pasa?

Carlos, can you get a doctor here?

Si, senor.

How is he?

He's going to be alright.

Both of us.

Yeah, I guess you will at that.

[Elliott] Maverick.

I got Osbourne down here.

I'm sorry.

I know. You made up for it just fine.

Hello. I hope you enjoyed the show.

I think you'll be glad to hear that next week

our old friend Dandy Jim Buckley will be back with us again.

And in spite of everything he says

he hasn't changed a bit.

I'm not like that anymore, Maverick.

I'm a new man, and a better one.

Well, we've known each other long enough

that I can speak to you as a friend.

And I tell you as a friend.

You're a liar and a cheat and a thief.

And every time I run into you, I lose money on the deal.

[Bret] Dandy Jim Buckley played by Efrem Zimbalist Jr.

Introduces a scheme in this one that not only takes me in

but an entire town, too.

[Buckley] Twenty for you, twenty for me.

Twenty for you, twenty for me.

You're not really going to give yours back, are you?

Mr. Maverick if you're still alive and safe

when the circuit judge gets here

you're gonna know where to have your mail sent

for the next 30 years!

- I am not your friend, Buckley. - Oh, yeah.

Oh, yes, you are, Maverick.

Nobody but a friend would do what

what you're going to do for me.

Hey, hey, hey, hold this.

Ah.

Ah, thank you, ma'am. You've been a big help.

What are you doing in my basement?

You know what, I hate to say this, ma'am

but I'm looking for something to tie you up with.

Now if you'll just sit up, turn around

put your hands behind you.

Long enough for me to get a loop on you.

Buckley!

It's me, old boy.

Buckley.

If you lay a hand on my horse, you'll never need yours again.

Maverick, old boy! I was bringing him to you.

[Bret] I think you'll find a lot of fun and excitement

in this one. It's called "The Jail At Junction Flats."

See you here next week.

♪ Who is the tall dark stranger there? Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail to who-knows-where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as a handle on a gun Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as a wind in Oregon blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell fare thee well Annabelle ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell fare thee well Annabelle ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪♪

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