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Look, this blowgun scatters quite a bit.

Move over by that tree. I might hit them horses.

You're not gonna kill us?

Move!

Who would want us killed?

I ain't saying that. Now get over there by them trees.

Uh, Sparks, uh, why would anyone wanna wipe out

both the Maverick Stage Line and the Mavericks?

Beats me.

Turn around.

"Maverick."

Starring James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

A Warner Brothers Television production.

That's right, you lop-eared hayburners.

Show-off for the new owners, huh? Get all the big ones.

Alright, get 'em up, Dutch.

Can't you do it no other way?

This is the third one this month.

You got any idea what these here hats cost, Mr. Rumsey Plumb?

I wish you'd stop using my name.

Road agent don't need a press agent.

Now come on, Dutch, give me the express box.

Hey, what's goin' on here?

Yeah. Say, you know this man?

Well, this here's Rumsey Plumb.

A highwayman? And you know him socially?

Well, I ought to.

I've looked down the barrel of that gun enough.

Who's the dudes?

Well, uh, these are the new owners of the line

you might say, uh...

[Dutch] They're, uh, Micah Maverick's nephews.

Uh, heir to his fortune.

Give me your wallets.

Come on, get out!

Here. Afraid there might be a little disappointment here.

Nothin' but the echo.

We're what you might call the, uh, Maverick poor relations.

Well, maybe you two future financial giants

can tell me what your plans are for this here stage line.

Well, we haven't decided.

Uncle Micah Maverick's bank deposits

and, and his money is our prime concern.

We're not interested in this rolling stock.

You mean you ain't interested in the Maverick Line?

- Where's your family pride? - Uh, well...

It-it's just that we're not sure that, uh, uh

rolling stock and rolling stones are the ideal combination.

Now easy, boys.

This here string bean makes his living off of your line.

Why, of course. And...

And you don't have to worry.

No, sir, with the land rush comin' from Snowflake

into this smiling valley

why, the stage line will be like the Comstock Lode

but spokes.

Uh, you'll be richer than we are

uh, Mr. Rumsey. Heh.

I doubt it 'cause when the poor people

is rich as the rich people

you know what that is. That's kingdom come.

Ain't no hope for that in this country.

Alright, Dutch, the box. Stand over.

Empty.

How am I gonna send

my poor old mother snuff money?

Nah, nah! I know exactly what you're gonna ask.

Why didn't your Uncle Micah hire a shotgun rider

to protect the stage.

Because he was too cheap, that's why.

Well, let's get on to Snowflake.

Um, "To my nephews, Bret and Bart.

"'In order to instill a regard to commerce'

"and to repair the traits of idleness and shiftlessness

I leave my stage line."

Uh, sit down, please. There's more.

Thank you, counselor. Just give us a copy of the will.

You're refusing your inheritance?

Manure wagon behind three cow buffalo

could do a better job than that spine-wrecker.

- Good day, Mr. Flayger. - Uh, just a moment.

You can't mean you're not interested

in owning and operating the Maverick Stage Line.

- Oh, yes, we can. - And we do.

Well! Uh, bless my soul.

Oh, you must be the poor departed colonel's nephews.

Uh, yes, ma'am.

Could you be tempted, gentlemen

to, to sell his stage line?

Uh, well, if the, uh, temptation was in the form of cash

we never fight that.

Just how sorely are we being tempted?

Well, now I'm not a rich woman.

But perhaps I oughta introduce myself. I'm Polly Goodin.

Oh, how do you do? This is Bret Maverick.

Uh, Bart Maverick. Won't you sit down, Ms. Goodin?

- Please do. - Oh, thank you.

[Polly] Thank you, Mr. Maverick.

I own a ranch in the narrow end of the valley

through which your line has the right of way.

Uh-uh. Huh. Uh, uh, right of way?

Oh, the privilege of driving your stages

back and forth across my land.

My father sold the exclusive right

to your uncle for ten years.

At, uh, $2000 a year.

Why, Mr. Flayger, that's cheap, consi... Mm.

Considering the only southern access road

through the valley is through my ranch.

Well, excuse me, Ms. Goodin, does that mean

that we have to pay you $2000 to stay in business?

You are the proprietors.

I hope you don't think that we're cold captains of finance

because underneath we're warmly human.

But you were tempting us, remember?

Uh, let's keep the negotiations on the highest level.

Let's stick to money.

I want to. I, I really do.

Uh, oh, but I-I haven't got any money.

Good day, Ms. Goodin.

Goodbye. Nice to have met you, sir.

But I can offer each of you a thousand a month for life

without doing a lick of work.

- Thousand dollars a month? - For life?

Without doing any heavy lifting?

Exactly.

The valley range is being thrown open to homesteaders.

Landrush starts day after tomorrow.

That means the valley will be flooded with settlers

new business, big money.

They'll need transportation, and I intend to supply that need

with the Goodin Stage And Freight Lines.

I offer you 49% of the stock

in exchange for your right of way

and your one broken-down stagecoach.

- We accept. - You can't.

- But why can't we? Wh... - Why can't we? Uh, they.

Because, Ms. Goodin, it was not their uncle's purpose

to make his nephews more idle and shiftless

than they already were.

He wanted to wing you away from your gambling.

His will specifies that the stage line

must be worked by you

and cannot be sold.

As executor, I must see this condition fulfilled.

Can you show me, sir, where it states that in this document?

Section 12, paragraph 2.

Well, ahem, good day, Misters Maverick. Mm.

Uh, just a minute, Ms. Goodin.

Uh, these legal documents, they're just made to be broken.

Not Flayger's. You oughta know when you're whipped, boys. I do.

Yeah, b-b... Uh, uh...

Uh...

Hey, Bart, look at this.

- Oh, that fine print? - No, just under it.

"My nephews are not to dispose of said stage line

except for a substantial profit."

Ah! You see? A substantial profit.

Now the girl didn't even make a cash offer.

So you'll agree you've got to work the line.

Hey, counselor, how much is

50 plus 50 times 24,000?

Uh, 2,400,000. Why?

Oh, oh, because if, if Bret gets a $1 000 a month

and I get a $1 000 a month, that adds up to 24,000 a year.

And we both expect to live at least 50 years longer.

That'll be $2,400,000.

And for, um, a broken-down stage line

and an overpriced right of way

I'd say that's a pretty substantial profit.

Uh, we're going out and find Lady Bountiful.

We'll back in about a half hour.

Would you have the bill of sale made up?

- See you, Mr. Flayger. - Bye-bye.

Bandy!

- Yes, sir? - Bandy.

You copied this Maverick will. Now I can't read it.

Where, sir? Uh, the fine print?

[Atherton] No, no.

- The superfine? - No.

Oh! The microscopic.

Yes.

"Should flood, fire, pestilence

"or other misfortune overtake my beloved nephews

then said stage line shall revert to the executor."

Let me see that.

Bandy

I saw Shotgun Sparks in town this morning.

Yes, sir, he's hirin' out his gun to those Landrush folks.

Get him. Tell him to bring both barrels.

I'm, uh, planning a misfortune.

Now back to "Maverick."

Uh, Ms. Goodin, the hotel clerk

says you was looking for me.

- Are you Shotgun Sparks? - Yes, I am.

Come in.

Some meat walkin' around town you wanna get minced?

- Minced? - Killed, blasted.

Oh, no, I don't want any violence, Mr. Shotgun.

I can't stand seeing people hurt.

What do you want me for?

Just wreck the Maverick stagecoach line.

- Uh, could you do that? - I don't see why not.

My rates are the same, bones or splinters.

Oh. Say, $100?

I'll pay you at my ranch tomorrow.

Yes, ma'am.

Uh dynamite's my favorite for wreckin'.

Now say I took the stage out to Shirttail Springs tomorrow.

And while the horses are being watered

I slip a little bomb right under the seat there and--

Please. I'm not interested in your methods.

I just want you to wreck the stage

so that it can't function for at least a week.

And be sure that neither of those

nice new owners get minced. Mm.

Yes, ma'am. Well, you just go on home now and sleep easy.

They won't be able to collect that stage with a rake.

- Gracious! Who's that? - I don't know.

- I'll see you, ma'am. - Oh, but, no. Oh, but...

Wait a minute, I... Mm.

I can't be found with a gentleman in my room.

Oh, shucks! Ma'am, everybody in town knows I ain't no gentleman.

I'll get rid of 'em.

- Isn't this Ms. Goodin's room? - Who?

Oh, you must mean that little quail

that roosted here last night.

Nah, she just left. Gone back to the ranch.

Well, they told us downstairs room eight--

Yeah, we--

Oh, her ranch is down south somewhere

and we don't have any saddle stock or money.

No, but we do own a stage line

and the owners always ride on passes.

Hm.

Go away!

Oh.

The Gold Dust Twins.

We're gonna make a special trip down to Ms. Goodin's ranch.

Not with me driving, you ain't.

I'm plumb tuckered.

Well, get un-tuckered.

Mr. Maverick

when I say no, I mean no!

Oh, come on, Dutch.

No!

Uh, need a stage driver, boys?

You've been doin' a little eavesdroppin'.

Well I just come over here to buy a ticket.

I have to be headin' south.

As far as Goodin's Ranch?

Yeah, just that far. Well, I'm an old whip.

Well, welcome aboard. We, uh, we're a little short right now.

Won't be able to pay until tomorrow.

Oh, well, forget it, I wouldn't work

for the wages your line pays anyhow. Heh.

Now why don't you boys just go get some grub

and some coffee, and I'll just hitch up them broncs?

Uh, fine. We'll see you about a half hour?

See you.

Ooh, they'd spoil our lunch.

Shotgun.

Oh, what buzzard passed you two up?

Ah, please, don't be abusive.

Mr. Flayger needs a job done, for good money.

Hm? Gun or muscle?

Gun, muscle, fire, flood or pestilence

just so it's fatal.

I never miss with either barrel.

Bring 'em both. You're gonna play a double-header.

Against who and who?

Those two tinhorns you were just talkin' to.

The new owners of the stage line.

Uh, let me see, if I blew up the stage first

that's one deal.

Then curl the boys up, that's another.

Two separate business operations.

There's no connection in between 'em.

Yeah, that'd work.

What are you talking about?

Oh, I'm just clearing my conscience.

It's hard to explain to a man in your kind of work.

It's a deal, Flayger. That'll be $200.

Half down, half when the job's done.

- Okay. - Alright.

Shirttail Springs. Everybody out for lunch.

- Ah! - Oh!

Hey, how many cricks did we cross?

- I got 'em all in my back. - Well, we can't complain.

It's softer than the ride old Dutch Wilcox gave us.

You earned a good lunch, Sparks.

Well, thank you, Mr. Maverick.

I could sure use it.

Well, we have some cold steak

apple pie and cheese

and, uh, some bottles of beer.

All the things you boys like best, huh?

Yeah. What?

Well, when I take men for a ride

I like to see them eat a hearty meal.

Uh, over there we'll make a fire for coffee

and we'll all have a real nice time.

Now you boys build a fire and stretch out

nice and comfortable. I gotta go water them horses.

Does it occur to you that, uh, Mr. Sparks

is tryin' awful hard to please?

- What do you mean? - I don't know.

It's just something in the tone of his voice.

You mean, like the, the friendly sound of a slicker

tryin' to slip the hook into a sucker?

You smell somethin'?

Yeah. Yeah, smell like burning.

Like sparks from burning powder.

Sparks!

Hey, that's gun smoke, isn't it?

Well, it smells like gun smoke, alright.

Take your hands off your ears.

- Why? - So you can put 'em up.

Way up. Away from them guns.

Why, you're not afraid we'll shoot you?

Huh, not anymore, I ain't no.

Well, Sparks, i-in a big corporation like ours...

...there's always bound to...

...be misunderstandings.

Uh, tycoons don't shoot each other.

They just go to lunch. Let's eat.

Uh, sure, we're not vindictive, we just like to find out

why you tried to torpedo our flagship.

- None of your business. - Oh, but it is.

It's the only business we've got.

Look, this blowgun scatters quite a bit.

Move over by that tree. I might hit them horses.

- You're not gonna kill us? - Move!

Well, who'd want us killed?

I ain't sayin'. Now get over there by them trees.

Uh, Sparks, why would anyone wanna wipe out

both the Maverick Stage Line and the Mavericks?

Beats me.

Turn around.

We better do what he says, Bret. You know what this looks like.

- Don't you? - The end of the line.

Scratch a cloud, Shotgun.

Rumsey Plumb?

Take your hat off when you're talkin' to me.

[Bret] Rumsey!

Sure pleased to see you, Rumsey.

Yes, siree, why, Sparks here was just about ready

to spread us all over the springs.

Well, it's business. You understand, Rumsey.

I'm not so sure I do know.

What was that bomb just went off? I was gettin' my nap.

- Near killed me. - Well, he threw it.

Y-yeah, but he planted it in the stage.

He was gonna blow it to splinters.

You was fixin' to blow up the coach, Shotgun?

It's in my contract.

That's the only stage that runs through this valley.

Where would I be?

I don't know Rumsey. Never thought about that.

Time you start thinkin' about somebody else beside yourself.

I'd be out of business, that's where.

So would we.

Oh you'd eat.

You'd gamble or somethin' fancy.

I don't know no other trade. I'd be penniless.

No prospects.

Starvin'.

Uh, say, Rumsey, the boys got some beer and vittles

over there in the box. Why don't we have lunch?

We can iron this thing out.

I'll eat, but not with you.

Pick up that crowd-killer.

Oh, Rumsey, I can't operate without that gun

anymore than you can operate without a stage line.

Break it, take out the shells and give it back to him.

Now you get on that horse and teach it to run

or I'll tack lead all over you.

Well, we can't thank you enough, Rumsey.

Ain't hard to thank me, just make sure you have

that dust shipment on the run north.

Ha!

Now back to "Maverick."

Oh! Oh, Mr. Shotgun.

Oh, you're ahead of schedule. You...

You destroyed the stage and come for your money. Come in.

Well, I-I'm afraid it ain't quite destroyed yet, ma'am.

- Why not, for heaven's sakes? - Uh, well, I...

I ran into a little trouble.

Uh, but I'll do her as soon as the Mavericks

pull in here with the stage.

The Mavericks are bringing the stage here?

yes'm, they're just a little ways behind me.

Now here's what I figured I'd do, I still got

plenty of dynamite and a time--

But you can't blow up the stage in my front yard.

- I don't plan to, ma'am. - Oh.

It'll get blowed up about two hours

after they leave here, headin' south.

Isn't that the stage, through the trees? Oh.

Well, take your horse around the house, um, before they see you!

Yes, ma'am.

Whoa!

Now let's hear that note of kindliness in your voice

soften up the rancher's daughter.

Whoa, you fire-tailed cyclone!

Oh! Calamity Maverick, mule-skinner.

Yeah, skin's about the only thing holding them to-together.

Oh! The Maverick boys. Well, I declare.

Yes, ma'am. And, uh, so do we.

Now to what do I owe the honor of this visit?

Well, to sum it up quickly, I'd say

about a $1 000 a month for life.

But Atherton Flayger said you couldn't sell it.

Well, Barrister Flayger reckoned without the small print, ma'am.

Now Uncle Micah's will states

that we can sell if we can show a profit.

And selling those plough-pullers for...

...the bow in your hair constitutes a profit.

Well, let's go to town and make the deal legal.

Wonderful!

Oh, now I wanna be sure I have this straight.

By town you mean Snowflake.

Uh, we're heading north, not south.

Yes, ma'am, right back to Snowflake. Why?

Uh, well, I understand there might be

a little difficulty on the South Road.

[Polly] We certainly don't want that now.

The sale is settled.

Come in, boys, have some coffee while I slip into something

for, uh, mm, stage-riding.

Like a suit of armor?

Uh, you're the mule-skinner, remember?

Uh, Bret, uh, drive carefully.

Hyah!

[Polly] Oh. Ah.

- Oh. Whoa! Oh. Oh. - Ho! Ho-ho!

Uh, driver, do you have to hit just the bumps

that throw me on your brother's lap?

Why don't you ride up here with me, ma'am?

I believe I should.

Uh... How much farther we got?

Oh, just a couple of hours. Let's see.

It's almost, uh, uh, five o'clock.

Mr. Maverick, look.

Rumsey Plumb?

Alright, just keep your hands off your guns, boys

and hand over that dust.

Dust? Oh, you must be confused, Rumsey.

We just left you at lunch.

It's right on five o'clock.

You've had time to go back there at good speed

pick up that dust and get back here.

But we stopped at Ms. Goodin's ranch.

Oh, excuse me, Polly.

As the new owner, I'd like to present

one of the greatest boosters of the Maverick Line

Mr. Rumsey Plumb.

Pleased, ma'am, but I ain't got

time for socializin' right now.

Now hand down the box.

Hey, that's pretty heavy for an empty box.

I can't be fooled, son, I can smell 'em

when they're loaded and when they ain't. Hand it down.

Now haze that stage out of here.

Ah. instant service. That's our motto.

So long, Rumsey. Have a good year.

Get in.

Ha! Hyah! Giddy-up!

On, Dasher. On, Prancer.

On, Donner and Blitzen.

Ho! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh! Oh!

- Rumsey, are you alive? - I don't know yet.

Oh. Oh, poor man's bleeding.

Just a bark peeled, ma'am. Don't dirty your pretty hands.

- I'm alright. - Oh!

Oh. Poor thing! Put him in the coach.

Well, we can't take him back to Snowflake.

They'd give you 50 years.

We can't leave him here to die.

No we sure can't.

You know, this is twice today he saved our lives.

Somebody put that bomb in there to blow us to the moon.

Uh, riding splinters of your stagecoach.

Oh, my goodness! Ah! That horrid Shotgun Sparks.

- Do you know Mr. Sparks? - Know him? I hired him.

Well, he'll never get that $100.

You hire him to kill us?

No, I hired him... I hired him not to kill you.

That was the condition of the deal.

Yeah, somewhere in the fine print.

Oh, no. Oh, believe me, gentlemen.

I can explain to the one who drives me into town.

- The one? - Well, you still...

Wanna sell your stage line, don't you?

More than ever.

Well, we can't leave him here to die alone.

One of you have to stay with him, the other come with me.

Uh, uh, which one of us would, uh

would you prefer to go with you?

Oh. Heh.

Now, you look a little more responsible.

Well, yes, I am.

Poor Mr. Plumb needs you more than I do.

Mr. Bart and I'll go straight to Mr. Flayger's

and have a bill of sale drawn up and signed.

As soon as poor Mr. Plumb has gone to his reward

you can ride his horse into town, etch your signature--

Oh, now don't you worry, Polly. Mr. Plumb isn't gonna die.

He's not? Are you, are you sure?

Of course I'm sure because Brother Bret is a born nurse.

And there's such a lovely moon out tonight. Shall we?

Here, Rumsey.

- Ah... - Here, take it easy.

You know, Maverick?

I've been shootin' the locks off of express boxes for 20 years.

That's the first one ever shot back at me.

Whoa! Ah.

Now if they were wearing war bonnets

I'd know how Custer felt.

Well, it's a noisy rainbow, Bart.

It's got a pot of gold at the end of it.

Let's go rake in our pot.

There. That ought to do it.

We are now in the stage line business.

"Articles of incorporation

for the Flayger Transportation Company."

This is a touching preamble

about the dear departed Mavericks.

Don't flatter me, Bandy. Just copy it.

And put in, uh, usual small print, huh.

Yes, sir. And the regular number of whereases?

Uh, no, no, uh, cut them in half.

I've got to understand this for myself.

Yes, who is it?

Uh, good evening, gentlemen.

Ms. Goodin and I stopped by on an errand of money.

Hm. Polly, would you like to sit down?

- Hm. - You, uh...

You feel alright, boy? Any aches or pains?

- Not a twinge, sir. - How is your brother?

Oh, he's right in the pink, too, especially knowing

all that money is going to start rolling in every month.

Hm. Uh, your ride, it was uneventful?

Oh, I'd say it was rather dull. Wouldn't you?

[Polly] Oh, rather boring.

Except for the chap who was passing by.

Oh, of course, the chap with the shotgun and a dynamite.

Uh, but that's how it is out here in the West.

Yes, would seem so. Uh, what can I do for you?

Oh, the same old thing. The stage line, remember?

My brother and I have decided to take Ms. Goodin

up on her most profitable offer.

- I'll sue ya. - Oh.

You'll have to sue Ms. Goodin.

You see, Bret and I have decided

to take an extended tour of the world, uh

to teach stud poker to some of the backward nations.

So if you'll just draw up the bill of sale, Mr. Flayger.

I can't! I-it's impossible!

Uh, without the, the contract for the right of way

in i-in Colonel Maverick's handwriting

and the original land map

defining the boundaries of your ranch.

Well, now I just happen to have brought them with me.

Hm. Thank you, Polly.

So if you'll excuse us, sir, Ms. Goodin and I

will enjoy a delicious dinner

and return in time to sign on the dotted line.

Goodnight.

Read these through, backward and forward.

- See what you can find. - Yes, sir.

And perhaps we better file these

in memory of the Flayger Transportation Company.

Ah...

You wanna see Mr. Flayger?

Well, I didn't come in to see you.

- Well, what do you want? - You know what I want.

- You owe me a $100. - I owe you a 100?

Why, you cow-country Benedict Arnold, that's what you owe me!

How you figure that?

I advanced you a $100

to corpus delicti the Mavericks.

That's how I figure that.

And one of them just walked into this office

not an hour ago.

Well, who are you tryin' to short-change, Flayger?

I saw them Mavericks on that stage

and I put a bomb on that stage.

Why, there ain't enough splinters

to attract a woodpecker.

I know because I heard the blast ten miles away

and I saw the smoke in the sky.

And I saw Maverick!

Now you get that $100 back before I get the sheriff

to jail you for breach of contract.

- Mr. Flayger. - Oh...

Uh, Mr. Flayger, I found it.

- I found what you're after. - A loophole?

Ha, bigger than a loophole, sir.

- It's a gap! - Huh.

Uh, uh, Shotgun, you can keep that advance

but wait out here in the outer office.

I'll probably meet you before morning.

- Where? - Here it is, sir.

You don't even need the glass.

Yeah. Good work, Bandy.

Excellent. Heh.

Why, this old deed of hers

isn't worth kindlin' the fire with.

Maverick!

What are you doing on the ground?

Then you did try to blow them up. And me, too!

Well, how was I to know you was aboard?

Now, Sparks, I think you better come along with me

and explain a few things to the sheriff.

Keep your hand off of that gun

and don't get fanciful.

You can't prove nothin'.

Ah! I thought I heard familiar voices.

Uh, is the, uh, bill of sale ready

counselor, for our signature?

I did not draw a bill of sale.

But, Mr. Flayger, why not?

Because there's nothing to sell.

The Goodin Ranch does not exist.

At least, uh, legally on paper, where it counts.

It doesn't? Well, what are you talking about?

The Goodin grant, it fails to define the boundaries

as do many old deeds.

[Atherton] In a court of law, you'll find it might be on the moon.

With the land public, anyone may drive stages through there.

My land, public? With the Landrush coming?

Precisely, young lady.

Your ranch is up for grabs

along with the rest of the valley land.

Whoever gets there first may stake it out and claim it.

The race starts tomorrow.

And, uh, Mr. Maverick, your, uh, stage line, is...

...up the chimney.

Bart, what will we do?

Well, whatever you do, please do it somewhere else.

We are very busy.

Uh, uh, come in here, Shotgun. Come here.

Wait a minute, I know what we'll do.

We'll hire two of the fastest horses in town

and tomorrow we'll race for it.

- For what? - For your ranch.

Well, the first one who stakes a claim on it owns it.

Let's go do some horse-trading.

You're, uh, back on the payroll, Sparks.

Now listen, and listen good. You enter that race tomorrow.

Take my thoroughbred and run her right straight

to the Goodin Ranch and stake it in my name. You got that?

- Got what? How much? - Shh!

Five-hundred dollars.

Now go and find a bed and get some rest.

And, uh, Sparks, if you have any trouble with the Mavericks

let's not fool around with the bomb, huh?

Just take that temperature with a shotgun.

Now back to "Maverick."

Bart, we've tried all over town.

There isn't a saddle horse to be had.

I'm a little discouraged.

We have one bet left, Polly.

Old Dutch Wilcox here, he raises horses.

You go out to ranch and pick him up for me.

Uh, you-you be... Remember, be careful of that blind side.

A-and rest him every five minutes, or he'll have a stroke.

- Howdy, folks? - Hello there, Dutch.

Uh, we'd like to buy two of your best horses.

Well, I only got one left.

- And, uh, that's my own. - Hm.

Well, as your employer, uh, how much

would you like to sell him for?

Well, as your ex-employee, nothing.

You see, come tomorrow, and me and that horse is goin'

in real-estate business.

Bart, you've got the stagecoach horses. You still own them.

Yeah, we may have to end up ridin' them.

You know, if Paul Revere rode any one of those bangtails

we'd be walking around today in red coats.

Oh! Oh, come on!

Come on, Polly, we gotta get in line.

There's just a few seconds left.

Mr. Flayger, there they are.

- He won't move! - Well, kick him in the--

Tummy? Oh, I don't dare.

I'm saving that for the first steep hill.

Come on!

Oh!

You shouldn't have any trouble.

Nobody but those two know about the Goodin Ranch

bein' open land.

They won't get there before Tuesday.

- Got the stakes? - Yeah.

Now if anything does go wrong...

Don't worry. Heh. We'll take care of it.

Hey, is that Shotgun Sparks?

Yeah.

Runnin' like his sins was chasin' him.

Someone is chasin' him.

The whole town's chasin' him.

Hey, that's the Landrush.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, hey, that's Brother Bart.

Yeah, that Goodin girl. Now ain't that neighborly of 'em?

Ridin' all the way out here to see if you buried me yet.

Hey, Bart!

Ah. Whoa!

As if I had to tell him.

Hey, did you get the paper signed?

No we couldn't. Something terrible happened.

Old man Flayger found a flaw in Polly's ranch title.

She doesn't own the property.

Or the right of way.

Yeah, well, her ranch is now public property.

[Bart] We're racin' out there to stake a claim.

If we could have only gotten a fast horse.

You could've borrowed my Nemo. He's right over there.

Hey, give me those stakes.

Just how fast is your Nemo?

Sheriff's been chasin' me for years.

- None of 'em caught me yet. - Here you are.

- Put 'em on the horse. - Look.

Stop the heroics, Brother Bret.

Sparks is way ahead of you. You can't win.

Well, at odds of 2,400,000 to one, I can't lose.

Ha! Nemo! Hyah!

Ah...

Uh...

Now back to "Maverick."

Gentlemen, I'd like to present Mr. Phineas Cox.

Mr. Cox, this is Bret and Bart Maverick.

- My new partners. - How do you do, sir?

Mr. Cox is a lawyer.

Oh? What are you doin' way out here?

Oh, just visiting. He's an old friend of the family.

And I asked him to draw up the agreement

whereby you turn over your right of way

in exchange for 49% of the profits

of the Goodin Transportation Company.

I think the paper is ready for signatures, gentlemen.

Uh, bottom line's right, please.

He is a man of honor and simplicity.

Uh, where can I send the checks?

Oh, um, send them there, Polly.

New Orleans? That far away?

Oh, what a pity.

Well, I think we better be going.

We're gonna have dinner with Rumsey Plumb up on the ridge.

- Bye, Polly. - Polly.

Uh-uh-uh, Brother Bart...

- Mr. Cox. - Pleasure.

And now that you own the right of way, Ms. Goodin...

I shall sign it over to you.

For which you receive the sum of $10,000.

Quail? Ho-ho, this is pretty good.

No trick at all.

One shot last me a week.

- Who's that comin'? - Hm?

Hi! Hi, Mr. Cox!

- Hello there! - Hey, we're just having dinner.

- Quail. - One of my favorite foods.

But I have to hurry on and report to the president

of the Far Western, my principal.

The Far Western? What's that?

It's a transportation firm.

Ah, this is a great day, gentlemen.

With the right of way ours, the Far Western

can begin construction again.

The right of way is yours?

Yes, Ms. Goodin just sold it to me.

But we've got a contract with her.

If she sold you the right of way

what we've got is a, a fistful of air.

Oh, uh, Ms. Goodin sent you boys this note.

- Thank you. - Bye.

"Dear Bart and Bret, try to understand.

"It's a man's world, and a gal must do what she can.

With regret Polly."

Don't let him see it, it's liable

to be too much of a shock.

I don't have to see it. I heard it.

A railroad coming through.

But this means the end of the stage line.

And our income for life.

We're as broke as you are, Rumsey.

No prospects.

A railroad.

Now don't take it too hard.

I dreamed of this all my life.

Do you know how much gold dust they carry

in one railroad express car?

♪ 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 ♪♪