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[Bret] Shall I stand a little closer, Marshal?

"Maverick."

Starring, James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world.

Produced for television by Warner Brothers.

[Mort] This is Boot Hill, Elwood, Kansas.

It's a nice place to visit.

I like to come up here sometimes to think

and... maybe get ahead a grave or two.

Elwood's a peaceful town.

That's the way the merchants like it.

And that's the way I keep it.

I'm a merchant myself.

I own 37.5% of the Weeping Willow Saloon.

Sometimes a visiting cowboy gets a little drunk

but that's what the town's here for.

Thieves and criminals though, they stay away.

They know what they can expect

of Mort Dooley.

That's my name.

Mort Dooley.

I'm the Marshal.

Only real threat to law and order

around here lately was a certain roving gambler

I had to keep throwin' out of my town.

Some folks say he came here from Wormwood, Kansas.

I don't know where he came from myself

but it all started about a week ago.

The name he was using at that time was "Maverick."

[Badger] For example, in 1870, there were

two-million six-hundred sixty-six-thousand farms.

Averaging a 110 acres.

Some large, of course, and some smaller.

And while there were only 24 million cattle

in the whole country

there were 25 million hogs.

How do you know how many hogs there is?

Knowledge is my stock-in-trade.

- Cool. - I'm a commercial traveler...

...for Martinsons abridged encyclopedia.

Badger's the name.

Kenneth P. Badger.

If fact, if you have a few moments to spare--

No books.

Too much education

has been the death of me already.

My sainted mother, when I was a lad

she used to say to my father, "Your grace", she said...

...him being a Duke.

"Nothing but the cream for little Freddie"

meaning me, and so it was.

Tutors and governesses

public schools and Oxford, and for what?

Gentle-bearing schooling don't mean nothing

in this wicked world no more.

I wish we had time to hear the whole story.

Sheriff in here anywheres?

Not hardly.

Anybody in here can read?

You might try that bartender when he wakes up.

I, uh...

...got this here, letter.

- Where'd you dig this up? - Didn't. Plowed it up.

There was this here man's coat.

Had three bullet holes in it.

Mass of bones and the letter in the pocket.

"June the 12th,1863.

"Dear sir, the market here is finished

"and the creditors are moving in from all sides.

"'All is lost except this stuff'

"which I haven't had time to transfer.

"Deep in debt, but if you can foot 15

"'from the Southern dues'

I will try to pump the rest out of Jethro."

- It's very interesting, almost. - Well, that's all.

It's signed, "Yours in haste, Andrew McIlhenny."

Who is it to?

Oh, I'm sorry, uh...

Mr. George B. Krispen. Vicksburg, Mississippi.

I can't go trapezing around looking for the law

and get my milking done, too.

Well, I'll be seeing the sheriff.

I'll give it to him.

Well, if it won't be no trouble.

When you see the sheriff, tell him I got the coat

and the bones over at my place.

Ames's farm.

Well, if you'll excuse me, gentlemen

I have a train to catch.

Better be finding the sheriff.

Well, there aren't any trains out of here tonight.

McIlhenny...

McIlhenny, now that name means something to me.

If it means something to you

it must be in that book of yours with all them hogs.

[Badger] Now, wait a minute. Let me see here.

"Abner McIlhenny, American economist

"'formulated McIlhenny's Law of Diminishing Returns.'

Alexander McIlhenny, poet laureate of New Jersey."

Here's an Andrew J. McIlhenny.

"Mississippi legislator

"and captain in the Confederate Army.

"Lead rebel underground activities in Kansas

"during the War of the Southern Rebellion.

"Narrowly avoided capture at Elwood, Kansas

"in June,1863.

"Believed to have escaped to Europe

"with $500,000 in gold.

"'Entrusted to him by the Confederate government.'

"Andrew W. McIlhenny. 1822 to 1842.

Composer of Birdsong At Eventide."

[Mort] This is the Weeping Willow Saloon.

The finest store of its kind in Elwood, Kansas.

My very good friend, Amy, runs the store.

Owns 25% of it.

I own 37.5.

A cowboy wants recreation

and that's what he finds at our card tables.

That and protection.

Professional gamblers and cardsharps

stay away from Elwood, Kansas.

They know we don't want 'em in our town.

We have a crackerjack police force in Elwood.

This gentleman being my deputy

Clyde Diefendorfer.

Owns 17.5% of the Weeping Willow.

I own 37.5.

Doc Stucke.

Finest undertaker west of Dodge City.

Also a partner of mine.

Owns 17.5% of the store.

You can learn a lot from old Doc.

Hated to do that, but it kind of opens up the board.

Your move.

Mr. Dooley. Mr. Dooley.

There's a professional gambling man

over at the Weeping Willow Saloon.

How do you know he's a professional gambler, Clyde?

He's wearing a clean white shirt

and a black necktie.

And he's a winner, Mr. Dooley.

There's a whole pack of Jethros around here

now that I think of it.

The whole south of this town

was built on the old Jethro farm.

Where would I find the nearest Jethro's now?

Brother, that we won't know this side of Judgment Day.

It was all wiped out in the John Brown Raid of 1858.

When John Brown and his boys come through here

the first...

Mort, be careful.

There's a stagecoach outta here in 20 minutes.

Be on it.

Now, why would I want to do that?

This is a clean town, mister.

We endeavor to keep it that way.

The gambling facilities here are for visiting trail hands.

Not for professional card players.

Well, suppose I just stop playing cards while I'm here

'cause I plan to be here for several days.

I don't think you hear good, mister.

I'm running you outta town.

- What for? - You're disturbing the peace.

How?

Flaunting authority

and goading me into a gunfight.

Now, you get aboard that thing

and you stay out of Elwood, Kansas

from here on.

Stand back, let the decent gentleman

off first.

- Marshal, I know that man. - Yeah?

Yeah, he's a professional card player and he cheats.

Mister, I know a respectable businessman

when I see one.

Hee-yah!

[Freddie] And as I knelt there

beside that wounded little drummer boy

I could hear the bright wings of death flappin'

over the scene, I could.

He knew he was done for, too.

One of the countless lads.

Blue and gray, his was lost

on the bloody battlefield that day.

He looked up at me.

His gallant little face twisted with pain

and he gave me a brave little smile, he did.

"Sir," he said.

Me being a very high ranking officer.

"Sir

"all the kith and kin I has

"in this mournful world, it's them distant cousins.

Back in Kansas."

I knowed he was a Kansas boy.

"Bless you, young Jethro," I says to him.

"I'll go to Kansas meself.

"And I'll tell them Jethros you went like a brave lad

and a solider."

And with that, he suspired in me arms, he did.

Poor little wine.

Not knowing all his kin folks had suspired ahead of him.

- All of them? - Gone to glory.

When old John Brown and his boys

came through here in 1858.

I was just passing by and I saw your lights.

Oh!

Couldn't quite remember who you was first off.

You're the bloke I'd seen in the public house

over in the next town.

That's right. Bret Maverick.

Well...

...what've we been up to since last we met?

Oh, no, that's what I was gonna ask you.

I heard your performance over at the saloon.

Even through the backdoor, it sounded magnificent.

Just carrying out a solemn pledge I made

to a little midget martyr who served under me.

- A drummer boy. - Right you are.

- There are so many of them. - All named Jethro?

You're a keen one, you are.

I might as well explain the whole bloomin' thing to ya.

Let me save you a step.

Before you let me find out

that you're the rightful king of France

let me tell you, I know you, Hawkins.

I saw you in San Francisco two years ago.

You and the Denver kid.

- You were working the smack. - Why, sir, we were!

What are you working now?

Looking for the end of the rainbow, same as you.

It is a lot of money, you know.

There's been a lot of people looking for it too.

Oh, we are not like them, Jacko.

We practically got a map, we have.

All we have to do is pump it out of Jethro.

You found out for yourself

there aren't any Jethros anymore.

And there weren't any when this letter was written.

Now, back to "Maverick."

- Who? - Colonel Hawkins?

May I come in?

Oh, you're both here. This is my lucky day.

Pleasure is all mine.

Perhaps you'll tell us to what we're indebted.

Well, my name is Emileen Cameron, colonel

and I'm the reporter on the local newspaper.

- "The Elwood Clarion." - Reporter?

I heard that you two were in town

asking about our local customs and traditions.

We haven't been asking no questions.

You mustn't try to keep secrets from the press colonel.

You've been asking about Jethro's farm...

- ...and Captain McIlhenny-- - Who?

Oh, Jethro.

I'm afraid you have us confused.

[Freddie] Better make a clean breast of it, my boy.

Take the press into our confidence.

- Miss, uh... - Cameron.

We tell you this only so as you'll see

that nothing can't be printed

without quoting the old bloomin' works.

You think I'm Colonel Albert Augustus Hawkins.

I'm not.

In actuality, my name is Sebastian Jethro.

- It is? - The last of the noble house.

My sisters has informed me that my family stakes

still own the land where now stands

Trinity Church in New York City.

Astounded by this amazing discovery

as you might pretty well imagine

I'm searching the face of the earth

in a conscientious effort to make sure that I'm, in truth

the last remaining relic of that noble line.

This is me legal consul, Mr. Archibald Pomeroy.

- Your servant. - Mr. Pomeroy.

I still don't understand why I can't print the story.

Bless you, Duckie, if this story was to get out

before I was ready to take my rightful claiming

to the courts, we'd have the shocks about us.

It ain't everyone's as honest as the likes of you and I.

Well, I shall respect your wishes.

I do wish you the best of luck, Colonel, uh, Colonel Jethro.

Mr. Pomeroy.

You weren't asking around about McIlhenny.

No. Was you?

- She knows. - Maybe.

- Anyway, she's not a reporter. - That's dishonest.

Telling us a pack of lies like that.

Who could she be?

Well, while I'm trying to find out, Archbishop

you watch your step.

Come now, Maverick, you could trust old Freddie

all the bloomin' way.

Well, I don't have to trust you, Freddie.

If you double-cross me just the teeniest little bit

I'll publish McIlhenny's letter in that paper.

I'll have everybody in Elwood, Kansas, looking for that gold.

Of course, you would, bless your heart.

I'd do the same meself.

[Mort] You!

Now, it's my policy to allow a dog

or a darned fool one mistake.

Whichever category you are, Maverick

you've had yours.

Thank you, Marshal.

When I put you on the stage this time

I want you to stay on it.

If you come creeping back into Elwood, Kansas

it's gonna be you and me, boy.

Marshal, can't we just talk this whole thing over?

Already have.

Like I told you before

stand back and let 'em off first.

Now, Marshal--

Pleasant journey and a long one.

Hyah!

Hiya, Mort.

Hiya, Doc.

Hear about the rustlin'?

Yep.

Hundred herd of cattle.

I heard they took 'em South.

Probably headed for the Mexican border.

Yep, that makes sense.

[Bret] I hate to butt into the marshal story like this

but somebody has to tell you.

The conversation you've just heard

has nothing to do with the story

and there will be no further reference to rustling.

[Lem] Marshal! Marshal!

You better get up to Haglund's farm.

- Why is that, Lem? - There's Indians up there.

That's about, uh,18 miles north of town, isn't it?

That's right, Marshal.

Well, there's always Indians up around there.

Oh, these ones are skulking around, Marshal, and murdering.

- What're you gonna do, Mort? - I'll know when I get there.

Mort, be careful.

[Mort] One thing about being a peace officer

it keeps you on the move.

You never know where you're gonna be sent next

or by who.

I couldn't find anything either.

You're not gonna leave before you get your story.

- Are ya? - Well, I--

You wanna tell me what you're looking for?

Perhaps we're looking for the same thing.

Why, I've no idea what that could be.

Well, suppose I, uh, give you the keyword first.

Three guesses.

Copperheads.

McIlhenny.

Gold.

You're very clever, Mr. Pomeroy.

Maverick.

Are you ready to talk now?

Can we go somewhere?

We're getting there already.

- Is someone following us? - Oh, not a chance.

Aah!

I do hope you're going to be alright.

Now, back to "Maverick."

[Bret] She's about so tall, light-brown hair

and very attractive.

Well, at least she sounds interesting.

But not familiar.

Friend, I never been able to recognize any female

with just a description.

The one you talkin' about

well, she could be most anybody.

It's a pretty big town, mister.

Yeah.

Uh, mister, I hope you find her.

Before Marshal Dooley finds you.

Thank you.

[Freddie] As publishers of books, we popped right over

as soon as we heard you was an expert

on the history of Kansas.

[Clyde] Well, I'll do what I can.

[Freddie] You tell me about this Kansas business

and I'll blinking well listen.

Ain't nobody ever wrote the history of Kansas before

and Kansas is pretty near historical as a place can get.

What's historical about Kansas? Eh?

Well, everything is!

Uh, you've heard about

Bleeding Kansas, ain't you?

Who hasn't?

Well, folks around here was a fighting the Civil War

ten years before it ever started.

There's many a co-written books

when you don't know who's which, from when's what.

Now... if you was closer to where

some of this history happened--

You can't get no closer than Elwood, Kansas.

Why, this is where all the copperheads was

and Captain McIlhenny and all them people.

Be a good lad and tell us all about it.

Well, now...

The whole south end of town used to be the old Jethro farm.

- How? - Can't complain, marshal.

How are you?

Have you saw any hostiles around here?

Not lately.

- Red man talk straight? - You know it, marshal.

Got some nice blankets, marshal.

Long knife already got blanket.

Anything else I can do for you, marshal?

Yeah, how do I get to Haglund's farm?

You went right past it, marshal.

Now, right here

where it was Paul's grain and feed store is now

now, that's where the old Jethro farmhouse was.

Eh, now, there was the barn.

Now, if you'd take in Mezenger's Livery Stable

and the Eli Cafe

both of them is where the barn was.

The old smokehouse would take up the whole street

between Mr. Preacher McCoy's house and the funeral parlor.

Doc Stucke, he is the local undertaker here.

Fine feller.

Him and me is both 17.5% owners of the Weeping Willow Saloon.

Then, Mr. Dooley, he owns 37.5% and Miss Amy...

You saw her, handsome blonde lady.

What's a smokehouse?

Oh, that's where the country folk

cure their hams and things for the winter.

- You see, you take your ham-- - It's just a bare structure.

Logs usually, with a dirt floor.

- A what floor? - Oh, plain old dirt floor.

That's 'cause there's usually a fire

going on in the middle of it.

- And when you get a fire-- - Mr. Badger, my boy.

I don't think we need question this gentleman no further.

Whatever happens, roll, bowl or pitch

he's the man to write history of Kansas for us.

You'll be hearing from us in a matter of weeks.

[Freddie] Ah!

Aaah!

That's it for me, laddie. I can't dig no more.

[Badger] We shouldn't stop now.

I'm fine.

[Freddie] You look like a piece of chewed string.

Let's stomp it.

Before the whole bloomin town's awake.'

Just about got enough strength to... fall into bed.

First things first, we'll have to sneak

these things back in the shop we got them from.

Honesty in all things, says I.

[Mort] It was late morning, maybe quarter to eight

when I got back to the city

and I suddenly noticed things weren't right.

Everything was too quiet.

[Clyde] The street was like that

when we got up this morning, Marshal Dooley.

Someone dug it up in the night.

Tsk. Kids in this town are getting meaner every day.

It's you parents' fault for not taking a stick to 'em.

Clyde, you're in charge.

Think I'll get some shut-eye.

Oh, then there's Mrs. Adams' daughter, Virginia.

A lovely girl.

Except her mouth is just a little wide.

- I can't stand a wide mouth. - Well, that's the one.

Well, Mrs. Adams is the school teacher here.

Wonderful lady.

They live in the little yellow house

out that way.

Well, thank you, ma'am. If she's the right one

I can't tell you how much you've done for me.

Oh, heavens. I know how you young people are.

Well, thanks again.

Oh, you're not gonna shoot me?

That's what I usually do.

I haven't done it to you 'cause you're kinda pitiful.

I'm gonna give you one more chance

and then I'm gonna shoot you.

Oh, Marshal, I'm awful sorry

about getting you out of bed this way.

Don't be. You didn't.

Last we'll be seeing him, Doc.

It's quite a ways to the next town.

I made him promise he wouldn't get off there.

Tsk. I hope so, Mort.

Of course, he could get off at the edge of Elwood

when the train stops to take on water.

He wouldn't dare. He's not that stupid.

Yeah, you've been mighty patient with that boy, Mort.

How many men you shot this month

for aggravating you a lot less than he has.

- Eleven. - Tsk.

We're sure getting some strange breeds

in Elwood lately.

Yeah.

Remember that gunman that came through last week?

Passing out business cards?

Tsk.

[Mort] That closed my books on Mr. Bret Maverick

I figured.

And things in Elwood went back to their normal course.

Telegram, huh?

Oh, go on open it.

It don't have to mean a death in the family.

[Clyde] Mr. Dooley, where are you goin'?

To Kansas City, MO, to pick up Hognose Hughes.

Mort.

Be careful.

[Freddie] Well, if it ain't that old friend

in again, out again.

How's your poor old feet, matey?

Close the door, Badger.

There's a good boy. Bit of a draft otherwise.

Take a seat.

Dropped in just when it was guttered in.

Now, then. We talked about each other's health.

And the bloomin' weather.

Let's look lively now

and you tell us what's your little game.

But I've told you, Mr. Jethro, we don't have any little game.

No, love, you don't. Snoopin' about.

Givin' out fictional names, tellin' a lot of whoppers.

And for what I put it to ya.

For half million dollars in gold.

Now, we know everybody is looking for the pot of gold.

Right? This time last week, nobody knew the gold was there.

Least ways, we didn't.

Next question is...

...how did these two vultures happen to be in on it?

Sir!

I find your manner of speech inexcusable.

Of course, you do.

Let's see some of yours.

Uh, Mrs. Adams

uh, you're from Mississippi, aren't you?

Down around the Bayou country?

It's a funny thing about accents.

Your mother speaks pure Bayou, and you don't.

Now, you probably came to Kansas as a child.

Uh, d-don't say anything at all, dear.

I'll bet everybody back home thinks you're in Europe.

And why should they?

They probably think you went to join your husband.

Yeah, now, what's all this ruddy noise? Whose husband?

Mrs. McIlhenny's husband.

What makes her all of a sudden, Mrs. McIlhenny?

Well, Captain McIlhenny left a wife and small daughter

in Biloxi, Mississippi.

Now, except for the three of us

they would be the only two people in the world

who would have any interest at all in Captain McIlhenny.

Or anything connected with it.

Mr. Maverick is quite right.

- Mother. - It's alright.

There doesn't seem to be much

we can hide from these gentleman.

Well, I hate to pry into anything painful

but... can you tell us what you're doing in Kansas?

It's where my father fought and died.

We came here hoping to find some proof

that Andrew McIlhenny did not betray his trust.

We gave up years ago.

And then suddenly you gentlemen came along.

Why? What brought you here?

We were just playing a hunch.

If you will excuse me. I feel quite tired.

- Will you please go? - Yes, ma'am.

Excuse me.

Cheerio.

I'm gonna give 'em back the letter, Freddie.

They need it, and we don't.

Down right noble you are, Maverick.

Freddie.

Give it back.

Afraid you'll just have to tell 'em about it, Maverick.

What do you mean? You did steal it

outta my pocket, didn't you?

That's a blunt way of putting it.

Come on, let's have it.

Haven't got it no more, my lad.

Afraid it'd would get into wrong hands, I was

and like a proper mug, I burnt the bloomin' thing.

The market is finished

and the creditors are movin' in on all sides.

Market finished don't mean a bloomin'.

Cause there never was no market here in the first place.

Creditors moving in would mean the Yankees, of course.

Then he said, "All was lost except the stuff.

"Which I haven't had time to transfer."

And that's certainly clear enough.

"Deep in debt

"but you if you can foot fifteen

"from the Southern dues

I will try to pump the rest out of Jethro."

Foot fifteen from the Southern dues.

Fifteen feet due South.

Fifteen feet due South of what?

"I will try to pump the rest out of Jethro."

Hey, you, about time the house bought one, eh?

Get away from me. I got orders.

The house don't ever buy you one.

If Marshal Dooley was here, he'd buy me one.

Well, Marshal Dooley ain't here

and if he was, he'd throw you out his self.

That's the way with all of you people!

Make a lotta money on the customer

when he's got it, and nothing but loud talk

and abuse when he's a little low.

Friend, if you'll just stop howling

I'll be glad to buy you a drink.

Whisky for the gentleman.

- Now, that's what I call-- - Have another.

Mister, I can't tell you h-how I needed that.

- Uh, them. - Don't mention it.

I was as dry as Jethro's pump.

As what?

Jethro's pump.

You believe in Santa Claus?

Why, I sure do.

Well, you just, uh, sneak out this front door

about a minute after I do.

I think I just heard sleigh bells.

Now, back to "Maverick."

[Bret] Think. Think.

Mister, it's just a saying around here.

Uh, some of the old folks

like they'd says, "As poor as Job's turkey."

Folks here says, "As dry as Jethro's pump."

Oh, I never heard it anywhere else.

Don't reckon I ever did either.

There must be a Jethro's pump around here

or there must have been at one time.

Well, you'll have to ask somebody

that knows more about it than I do.

Thanks.

Great day in the morning.

You-you ain't supposed to be here.

Mr. Dooley said he'll kill you if you came back into town.

No, he just said I wasn't to let him

see me in town again.

Come to think of it

that is what he said.

- Coffee? - Well, thank you, deputy.

Uh, new shoes?

No. Blind horse stepped on my foot this afternoon.

Well, it's nice, and it gives you character.

Why... thank you.

Uh, I've been a-puzzling, Mr. Maverick.

How come you come back into town

every time Mr. Dooley throws you out?

Well, I-I have to, deputy. It's very important.

And you're the only one I can turn to for help.

Well, I'll do what I can.

Well, the Clyde Diefendorfer, I'm looking for is a historian.

Oh, yeah, that's me.

Who is the governor of Kansas?

- John P. St. John. - And what's his salary?

Three thousand dollars a year.

Tsk.

What was Jethro's pump and where?

Oh, that's a good one.

Jethro's pump was right here in town.

Spring went dry, but the pump

was still standing when I first came to Elwood.

Standing where?

You know the hitching rail over yonder

in front of the Temperance Hall?

The north post of the hitching rail.

That's where the Jethros put their pump.

Good afternoon, Marshal Dooley.

Maverick!

Amy.

Mort.

Be careful.

[Mort] Alright, if you won't draw. I will.

[Bret] Shall I stand a little closer, marshal?

Go ahead, use your gun, Maverick.

Heck, marshal, what's the point of that?

I'm just as far out of range as you are.

Everything's gonna be alright, Mort.

You're as good as you ever were.

Like the fella said his self, Mort, he's outta range.

If you'd been just 20 feet closer, you'd have got him.

You'd have got him six times, Mr. Dooley.

[Bret] Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve

thirteen, fourteen, fifteen.

Now, then. That sounds a bit of alright.

- It's it, I'm sure it's it. - Had to happen some time.

I was beginning to think that we was on the everlasting staircase.

- And where did you come from? - Faith brought us, Maverick.

I and Mr. Badger here

has had faith in you all the bloomin' way.

- I'm gonna break down and cry. - Great faith, Mr. Maverick.

I not only arranged for horses for all three of us

but I managed to acquire a good sturdy prairie wagon.

- What's that for? - Why, we need it.

Whether our gold's in coins or bullion

a half million dollars should weigh about 2,600 pounds.

Well, at least it's easy to watch that way.

What's it look like, matey?

[Bret] That's some sort of a trunk.

Break this lock.

Open it up and run your hands through it, laddie boy.

Let's hear the pretty jingle it makes.

[Bret] It doesn't jingle.

Doesn't jingle?

What sort of a due is that?

[Bret] Gentleman...

...let me read you the saddest words

of Tunger Pin.

"Gold certificates," it says.

"Six months after the conclusion of the war

"the Confederate States of America

will pay to the bearer--"

What's this?

Confederate money?

Why did everybody think it was real gold? Why?

Who was gonna explain it wasn't? General Krispen?

He was killed before McIlhenny in the Siege of Vicksburg.

Well, it was a rare old lark while we was at it.

And what would we've done with a wagonful of money?

All my life

a decent, respectable, church-going, honest man.

I did my work, I paid my taxes

and never once did I stray from the path of rectitude.

Cool.

Then I fell among thieves. Yes, I did, thieves!

Make me half for fair, you do.

When you finish that friend Maverick

will pass the tambourine.

I hope I never see either of you ever again.

You better keep that wagon, Badger.

You got a heavy load of righteousness to carry.

Leave the horses, there's a dear boy.

Is a pledge of a nation that's dead and gone?

Keep it, dear friend, and show it.

You keep it, friend, it can't buy happiness.

Thank you, neighbor, I can certainly use it.

How is that?

Your contribution to a worthy cause.

Huh?

I can't believe it.

It's all there, the whole half million.

Even if it is worthless.

It's not worthless to us, Mr. Maverick.

It's all we needed.

Well, I'm-I'm glad.

Oh, good time to come calling 3 o'clock in the mornin'.

And I fancied, uh, you might like this.

My husband's handwritin'.

Letter he wrote to tell the Confederates

where the brass was in.

Don't know what you can do with it, of course

but, uhh...

Well...

Mr. Hawkins.

Yeah, now, yeah.

Cheerio.

Mr. Dooley.

You just gotta eat sometime.

You just gotta.

Don't go for your gun marshal.

Don't shoot me, Mr. Dooley.

D-don't, Mr. Dooley.

Just don't shoot me.

Look, I-I'll get outta your town.

So don't shoot me, marshal.

I'm gonna leave you town. I won't ever come back.

I promise I won't.

I'm gonna get on my horse.

I swear I won't-I won't ever come back, I promise.

Mr. Dooley, look at that scoundrel go.

[Mort] Well, that's the story.

That tinhorn in the end turned out to be

just as yellow as the rest of 'em.

What kept you so blinking long?

Oh, I had to do my little bit for law and order in the West.

I thought he never would come out of that office.

You'll never get nowheres in this cold, cruel world.

Too sentimental you are.

[Bret] The next story we bring you

is a light-hearted comedy about...

[Bart] Light-hearted comedy?

What's he talkin' about? What actually happened was...

Well, I-I guess you'd call it grim.

The Gannet Express Company.

What's funny about that?

The Gannet Express Company has gone busted.

- What? - Wiped out!

When?

[Bret] As I was saying, this is a light-hearted comedy

in which we get involved with an odd young lady

named Jessamy Longacre.

Played by lovely Patricia Barry.

My name's Jessamy Longacre.

My name's Bret. Bret Maverick.

Some folks call me Jessy, some call me Amy.

I'll just call you Amy.

Now about that 10,000.

Did you kill her to get this, mister?

[Bart] Light-hearted comedy?

[Bret] That's right, take a look.

My name's Jessamy Longacre.

My name is Bart.

- Bart Maverick. - Bart.

How can you be so sure it's not an Indian?

Because we're not in Indian country yet, that's how.

Not in Indian country, huh?

Now, sir, you may state your business, briefly.

We have to be honest with you, sir.

We have no money and nothing to trade.

But we do have this.

We're on our way to Deadwood. Now to cash it in.

What in 'tonk, is it?

It's a certified draft for $10,000

drawn on the Gannet Express Company.

[Harvey] Now how could we ever have missed that?

My name's Jessamy Longacre.

Some folks call me Jessy, some call me Amy.

Reckon I'll just call you Jessamy.

[Bret] Well, anyway, comedy or action drama

I think you're going to enjoy this one.

It's called "Two Beggars on Horseback."

♪ 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 the handle on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind in Oregon ♪

♪ Blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ 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 Annabel ♪

♪ 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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