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Who's got their guns on who?

You fellows have the guns, alright

but, see, Corey has the gold.

He's not going to come all the way back here

just to split it with you two fellas.

Don't pull that stuff on me, dude.

Clay Corey ain't that kind of guy.

Oh? What kind of guy is he?

Well, he's kind of like... Well, I...

You tell 'em, Snake.

Well, I reckon Corey is pretty much like us.

Smarter maybe, but like us.

"Us?"

- You think? - I think.

We better take out after Corey

so he don't hog all the loot for himself.

Let's take care of these two right now and get movin'.

You and your big mouth.

"Maverick."

Starring Jack Kelly and Roger Moore.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

A Warner Brothers Television production.

Hm, be an interesting fracas

if Clay Corey tries to jump this train.

It'll be more interesting for him than for us.

We got more guns than Fort Wichita.

Well, me, I hope he tries it.

He's had easy-pickin' so far

with only one guard on each train.

Say, you reckon they're putting guards on all the trains?

Till Corey gets nabbed, they are.

Hey, clumsy, be quiet.

We're trying to set a trap for Corey.

Board!

Alright, come on, you. On your way.

I don't know how you snuck aboard my train in Kansas City

but you're gettin' off here.

But, conductor sir, if you'll just let me stay aboard

until Denver, my cousin will meet me.

He'll pay my full fare.

Oh. Travel now, pay later?

That will be the day.

Don't be a simpleton mister.

Indeed not.

I've got a hunch they'll catch that hombre before long.

Do you have a crystal ball

or do you read fortunes with cards?

Well, no, but I have lost a few fortunes with them.

Well, what I meant was, sheriff, I, uh

I happen to know that Wells Fargo

is secretly putting a half dozen armed guards

aboard every baggage car leaving Kansas City.

Some secret, isn't it, with you blabbing it all over town?

But I haven't told a soul, except you.

And you're a lawman. I thought you'd be happy to know.

And you see to it you don't tell anyone else.

You have my word, sheriff.

I'll have you in jail if I see you in this town

more than 24 more hours. I watched you get the boot.

- From that conductor. - Oh, but, sheriff--

We don't allow deadbeats in this town.

Uh...

Thanks, Joe.

You a meat inspector or somethin'?

Yeah, well, friend, I, I got carried away.

You see, I had a very light breakfast.

Ha! Now ain't that a shame.

When I'm finished, you can have the bone.

I may be back.

♪ Lord Thou hast here Thy ninety and nine ♪

♪ Are they not enough for Thee ♪

♪ But the Shepherd made answer ♪

♪ This of Mine has wandered away from Me ♪

♪ And although the road be rough and steep ♪

♪ I go to the desert to find My sheep ♪

♪ I go to the desert to find My sheep ♪♪

inspiring, my friends. Truly inspiring.

I only wish that the rest of my flock could be here

to see the fine send-off that you're giving my niece and me.

We're powerful unhappy to see you go, deacon.

I speak for my flock and myself when I say

that we regret leaving this peaceful village.

But to more pleasant things, I see that the ladies

have prepared a bounteous table. Shall we join them?

- You can-- - Coffee?

- It is delicious. Oh, yes. - Oh.

- Oh, now, tea or coffee? - Yes. Do you have both?

Coffee's good for you, dear.

- Yes, there you are. - Well, thank you.

What shall I give you? Nothin'? Tea? Heh.

Uh, you're a stranger.

I was hoping you wouldn't notice.

Why, that's quite alright, young man.

- You look hungry. - Uh...

Well, t-thank you. Thank you, ma'am.

You bet.

Well, hello! How nice to see you today.

Good luck wherever you go, dear.

- Thank you... - Little coffee?

Or a little tea for you?

Frisco. Frisco Belle!

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean

to startle you, Frisco.

Don't you call me that.

Why, why, sure, sure, Belle.

My name is Marybelle, and I'll thank you to remember that.

Well, well, Frisc... Uh, Marybelle?

Come on over here where we can talk.

- Sit down. - Uh, thanks, Belle.

Let's see, it was about a little over a year ago, wasn't it?

At the Diamond Palace in San Francisco.

And you were dealing faro quite well, as I recall.

Forget it.

Oh, I am glad to see you, Bart. Uh, I suppose.

But don't talk about my past. That's all over.

Alright. I'm glad I bumped into you, though.

Uh, it's nice knowing I'm not the only stranger here.

Oh, I'm not a stranger here, Bart.

I'm a member of Deacon Eaker's mission.

You, you're a mem...

Well, what's so astonishing about that?

Deacon Eaker happens to be my uncle.

He located me in the Diamond Palace about a year ago

and he brought me here.

And he convinced me that dealing faro

was unladylike.

I've been doing mission work ever since.

Mm.

Um, convince me

while I eat.

Oh, I'll convince you, Bart.

And maybe I can even convince you that playing cards

is an empty, shallow, hopeless mode of living.

- You kept me waiting, Snake. - Couldn't be helped.

I've been talkin' to Clay Corey.

Shh!

What happened? Somethin' wrong?

Hear there's something wrong.

That train job we had planned for tomorrow

Corey's found out they got a whole passel of guards

hidin' out in the baggage car.

I'm glad he found out. What's he gonna do?

There's a lot of loot on that train.

Be a shame to let it go.

The three of us can't take on a whole army.

Maybe they figured they needed an army. Heh.

Six trains in the last month, and never even got a look at us.

Not without our masks anyway.

Don't worry. Our boss knows what he's doin'.

Well, he better come up with an idea for tomorrow.

Don't worry, he will.

This will be the biggest haul yet.

Why are you and your uncle going to Devil's Flat?

Well, the members of Uncle Curt's mission

are founding a new settlement there.

As a matter of fact, we're the last two to go.

We're leaving in Uncle Curt's buckboard.

The rest of the flock went on ahead

after selling their stores and farms here.

Devil's Flat. That's on the way to Denver, isn't it?

Now, I've got to get to Denver to meet my Cousin Beau.

Do you, uh, you think I might be able

to hitch a ride with you and your uncle?

Well, I'll ask Uncle Curt, but I...

I hope you do go with us.

It'll give me a chance to talk to you.

Uh, Uncle Curt?

Excuse me, Martha.

Uncle Curt, I'd like you to meet Mr. Bart Maverick.

- How do you do? - Deacon.

He's a friend, and he's also broke.

He wants to get to Denver, and he'd like

to ride with us as far as Devil's Flat.

You know, it disturbs me in this land of plenty

to find a man financially embarrassed.

It bothers me, too, deacon.

Well, the bitter with the sweet, I suppose.

It's all part of the game of life.

Hm, my old pappy mentioned the game of life once

but, uh, he said that most of us

by the time we're up on the rules

are generally too old to play it.

Very well put.

Oh, by the way, we'd be glad to have you ride with us.

We leave first thing in the morning.

Thank you, deacon. If you don't mind my asking...

Why aren't you and Marybelle taking the train?

- Why the wagon? - My horses, sir.

They are too spirited. They'd be skittish on the train.

"Spirited?" Uh...

You sound like you have a couple of trotters.

They're pretty high steppers, both of them.

[Bart] You own race horses?

[Curt] Just a hobby, I assure you.

All my winnings go to my favorite charity.

Well, then, deacon, we're not so far apart, after all.

You see, all of my winnings go to my favorite charity.

Oh, deacon, I'm glad I found you.

Something's come up about your trip, I wonder

if you could come over to my office for a few minutes.

- You and your niece. - Well, surely.

Well, my deadbeat friend.

Didn't take you too long to track down the free grub.

Did it?

Be lots more free grub in jail

if I see you around here tomorrow night.

Your worries are over, sheriff.

I'll be leaving town in the morning

with the deacon and Marybelle.

You're takin' this...

Oh, now really, sheriff. I know Ba...

Uh, Mr. Maverick quite well.

He's really a dear and very nice.

Just a schoolboy at heart.

Yeah, reform school.

Don't you realize, Marybelle, he's a worthless no-good?

- Of course. - A penniless tramp.

- Naturally. - A lowdown.

Ungrateful.

Contemptible.

Well, I wouldn't say contemptible.

Uh, you're gonna let him have ungrateful?

[Marybelle] Sheriff, I really think there's good clay underneath.

And I intend to try and bring it out.

Snake sometimes has a very fine appearance.

But he's still a snake.

You dress very well, sheriff.

[Curt] Sheriff.

Nevertheless, I want Maverick to ride with us.

I'll accept full responsibility.

I also think he should be included in the meeting.

It's your funeral.

I don't think the sheriff likes you, Bart.

That is a shrewd observation.

I thought I detected a hint of animosity.

Well, he's been very helpful to our mission.

Especially with our move to Devil's Flat.

He really has some fine qualities.

Yeah, everything from plain ornery to downright mean.

Oh, your wild ways have made you cynical, Bart

like I used to be.

But the deacon taught me to love my neighbor.

Then start with me because I'm the nearest.

You know that sheriff of yours is a pretty fancy dresser?

Wonder how he manages under sheriff's salary.

How he spends his money is no concern of ours.

Yeah, but

how he gets it might be.

Now back to "Maverick."

Sleeping on the job again, huh?

Job? What job?

We ain't had a guest here in two days.

Alright, never mind. Now just do as you're told.

Pull down those shades.

Ain't you the modest one?

What you aimin' to do, sheriff? Floss you up a bit?

- Sheriff. - Deacon, Marybelle.

Secret meeting.

Uh, dirty work at the crossroads.

Maverick, why don't you button your lip

before I have to button it for you?

Now, deacon, what I had in mind was, uh...

Oscar, why don't you and that mangy mutt go on outside?

This is private.

Come on, Hercules.

Sheriffs don't want us to teeter in his goings-on.

Deacon, I'm gettin' very concerned

over these train holdups lately.

This Clay Corey's a pretty smart boy.

And it's no secret all over town that you're shippin'

all that gold to Devil's Flat.

- Tomorrow. - That's right.

You wanna follow me back here a minute, deacon?

Now, this is the chest with the $50,000 in gold

you gave me for safekeepin'.

That's right, and it goes on the train

tomorrow morning.

Uh, $50,000. Yours?

It belongs to my flock, the members of my mission.

When they sold their ranches and businesses

to go to Devil's Flat, they left the money in my keeping.

Well, it's not going on the train.

- Deacon. - What do you mean?

Oh, I just can't see you lettin'

Corey have a crack at all this money.

So I've devised a plan.

Excuse me a minute, please. Thank you.

Now, this is the chest that's going on the train

so that if Corey decides on a holdup

all he'll end up with is a load of rocks.

Well, now, I don't understand, sheriff.

How is the real chest with the gold in it gonna get there?

Ah, that's the beauty of it, deacon.

This chest go with you

in your wagon.

The bandits will never suspect.

I don't know, sheriff.

It seems awfully risky to me.

Oh, you take my word for it, deacon. It's a very good plan.

Now I'll tell you what, tomorrow morning

you bring your wagon up here, seven o'clock.

We'll sneak the real chest here under that wagon...

...and I'll take

the fake chest down to the train

and make a big show of putting it onboard.

That's in case Corey and some of his vendors are watching.

Sheriff, you think that's wise? Corey can't hold up the train.

Remember, I told you about those extra guards this morning.

Mister, you are a vagrant.

And as far as I'm concerned, a very suspicious character.

Before I take advise from a man like you

I'll turn in my badge.

Yes, Bart. Pipe down!

I mean, will you please not interfere?

Now, deacon, not a word of this to anyone.

If Corey should ever find out--

Oh, we'd be like sitting ducks out there on the trail.

That's right.

[Curt] Thanks for your consideration, sheriff.

Anytime, deacon.

Well, till tomorrow morning, then, folks.

You, go on inside, if anyone should want me

tell 'em I'm across the street.

Come on, Hercules.

You know, sending that gold in a buckboard

is a harebrained scheme.

And Deacon Eaker doesn't even carry a gun.

Well, you do. Don't you know how to use it?

Well, yes, but generally, when I start shooting at something

it has a nasty habit of shooting back.

Bart, what makes you think

the gold would be safer going by train?

Uh, with all those guards, Corey wouldn't stand a chance.

I wonder if you could be right about the sheriff.

You used to have a sixth sense about crooks.

So did you.

Don't you think it's odd that the sheriff

decided to switch those chests

only after I told him about the extra guards?

Maybe he was just being obstinate.

But if the money would be safer going on the train

maybe you ought to see that it does go by train.

Not me, I did my part by telling

about the extra guards in the first place.

Well, he wouldn't listen to me, and that is that.

But if he's up to some sort of trickery

we've got to protect Uncle Curt's gold.

- Think of something. - Oh, not me.

Marybelle, I don't want any part of it.

All I wanna do is get to Denver.

And in order to get to Denver you've got to go with us.

Uh, do I sense a small threat?

You do.

Either you help protect the gold

or no ride.

The gold means more to you than I do.

About $50,000 more.

Well, if you put it that way, I guess I'll have to try

to do something about it.

Just be careful, hm?

That advise, my dear, is unnecessary.

- Evening. - Well, young feller.

What brings you back?

Oh, nothing in particular.

I, uh, just want somebody to talk to.

I guess you must get pretty lonesome in here.

Mm, tolerable. Tolerable.

I guess you get the urge to skip across street for a drink

every now and again, huh?

Yeah, I will admit it.

Hercules and me do take a nip.

The dog drinks?

Why shouldn't he? He's old enough.

Uh, I got an idea.

Why don't you go across street for that drink

and I'll watch the store?

Well, now, that's right neighborly of you.

Neighborly.

What do you say, Hercules? You want a drink?

Okay. We'll do it.

Come on, Hercules. Let's go.

Come on, boy.

That young fellow must think we're addlepate.

He's up to some chicanery, by granny.

Now, now, don't get frettin'. We'll get a drink.

But let's take a look first. Come on.

Now back to "Maverick."

Well, had your drink?

Uh, two of 'em. Thanks to you, young feller.

Well, happy to be of service.

I guess I better be moseying along, old-timer.

Thank you kindly.

That's what that no-good sheriff gets

for not takin' us into his confidence.

If'n he'd have told me he stacks them chests under that bunk

I never would have left this place.

Mm, on the other hand, we better not let him know

that Maverick was messin' with his chests.

So we're gonna put 'em back just the way they was.

Oh, what brung you back?

Oscar, I got to thinkin' about you sitting up here

all by yourself, and uh, since I got

a little bit of desk work to do tonight anyway

why don't you go across the street and get yourself a drink?

Another? Uh, I, I mean, sure.

Hercules, uh, how's about it? You want a drink?

Okay.

Well, that oughta take care of you, Mr. Maverick.

I thought I told you two before.

I don't allow loafers in this town.

Now either get a job or get out.

This is your last warnin'.

Alright, you two, listen to me. And don't ask questions.

I'll explain later. Gold isn't goin' on the train.

I've suckered him into takin' it with him on Tikanuka's wagon.

It'll be a cinch to catch up with him and the girl

out there on the trail. I said listen.

There's a dude in town, very suspicious.

He's supposed to go in the wagon with 'em.

Name's Maverick.

I want you two to look him up tonight.

See to it that an accident happens to him.

Yeah, saw him a little while ago with the McCall girl.

We'll handle him. Where's he at?

Could be almost anywhere. Find him.

Got you, Corey. We'll take care of him.

You better.

- Back again. - Yeah.

Well, you, you see, uh

well, I'm temporarily devoid of, uh, funds.

Broke, huh?

Terse, but true.

- Terse, huh? - Uh, yeah.

I was wondering if I might

prevail upon you to, uh

let me sleep in one of the empty cells.

Well, I guess it'd be alright.

What do you say about it, Hercules?

Okay.

Uh, thank you, Hercules.

But don't cut any didoes

"cause I'm gonna be sittin' right here all night.'

Well, I wouldn't think of it.

Thanks very much.

Ah.

You got a new guy signed in named Maverick?

Ow!

- Hey, boss. - Shh.

- Did you do the job? - Boss.

We turned this town upside down.

Nary a sign of Maverick.

You two apes couldn't find a grizzly bear in a silo.

I swear, boss, Maverick ain't nowhere in town.

Maybe he figured you was on to him and took off.

Well, good morning, sheriff.

Well, I wanna thank you for the use of your jail cell

but that, uh, that bed is a little hard.

You spent the night in my jail?

Jail? Who'd have ever thought of lookin' for him in jail?

Pardon me?

Good morning, sheriff. Morning, Maverick.

- Deacon. - Well, we're ready to leave.

Sheriff, except for the chest.

Oh, it's just inside. You wanna give me a hand?

Good morning.

- Well? - Well, what?

Remember what I said about the ride?

Did you do something about the gold?

Nothing to it, I merely switched the chests

when no one was around.

As simple as that?

And Sheriff Trevor doesn't know anything about it?

Nope, the chest that goes in the back of this wagon

holds nothing but rocks.

And the chest the sheriff puts on the train

will actually hold the gold.

That's right.

Poor Uncle Curt, it's really

a shame to fool him like this.

Well, young feller, looks like you're sort of

plannin' on pullin' upstage.

That's right.

Me and Hercules slipped out of the office

this morning before you woke to get us a bite of breakfast.

Sure glad we got back in time to tell you so long.

- Well, thank you very much. - Another thing, young feller.

Uh, just in case you figure you put somethin' over on old Oscar

them chests the sheriff put under the bunker

I seen you mixin' them around last night.

Uh, shh, shh.

I-I can't explain it now, but, uh...

You don't have to mention that to the sheriff.

Mm, don't intend to. Don't have to.

I changed them chests backs the way they were, uh

before you monkeyed with 'em.

Well, so long.

That means we're actually carrying the gold

on the wagon, after all.

Maybe it'll turn out okay anyway, though.

There's no way Clay Corey could've...

Bye, Ms. Marybelle.

I hope we meet again sometime real soon.

Goodbye, Sheriff Trevor, and thank you for everything.

It was my pleasure.

As for you, freeloader

I better not ever find you in this town again.

Sheriff, I've met men that I have respected and liked

and men that I've liked, but didn't respect

and men that I didn't like, but had respect for.

There's one other combination that just about sums up

my feelings for you.

You did want to see that cousin in Denver, didn't you?

Sheriff.

I sure appreciate your help.

Anytime at all, deacon.

I better get that fake chest down to the depot.

- Train leaves in 30 minutes. - Thanks again, sheriff.

Hey, giddy-up.

Boss!

You want us to beat 'em to the canyon and bushwhack Maverick?

No no, not now.

The chest's on board the wagon. They're on their way.

Tomorrow afternoon

I want you two boys to meet me just outside town

and, uh, it'll take us a day or so to catch up with the wagon

and we'll take the gold then.

Why wait so long, boss? Why not tonight?

Listen, stupid.

I want this job done far away from here.

I don't want anyone suspectin' me.

This, uh sheriff's angle is too good a thing to let go of.

You mean, you're gonna hang on to the job

even though we got our hands on a fortune?

Peanuts!

Don't you lunkheads know what's goin' on?

As sheriff here, I'm the first one to find out

any gold shipment that comes through town.

There's gonna be plenty more of it, boys.

Plenty more.

Better think about that while I take

a chest full of rocks down the depot.

Now back to "Maverick."

There they are.

This is their third day on the trail.

Boss, we'll have to jump 'em tonight. Be the last chance.

How do you like that? And I forgot the masks.

We won't need 'em.

You mean we're gonna scrag 'em?

That's the only way you know of, isn't it?

No, my murderous friend.

We're gonna do this nice and legitimate.

They're gonna hand the gold to me.

Hyah!

Tonight will be our last night on the trail.

That's right.

And as I said, I want to talk to you.

Alright.

Bart, why don't you give up this roving life?

It's not good gallivanting all over the country

from one hotel to another, one poker game to another.

What would you have me do, Marybelle?

Well, maybe a position in an office.

You have a good head for figures.

Um, well, now there you are right.

- Bart, I'm being serious. - Well, so am I.

- Belle-- - Bart, give me your cards.

I knew you couldn't stay away.

- What'll it be, blackjack? - I do not want to play.

I told you that part of my life was all over.

I've turned over a new leaf.

Well, and my old pappy used to say

"Son, it's fine to turn over a new leaf

"but there's always somebody trying

to snoop through the old pages."

Oh, Bart, don't you see, these little pieces of pasteboard

can lead to only misery and unhappiness?

- Let me burn them. - Uh-uh.

Belle, how well I remember you

at the Diamond Palace.

All the gentlemen dressed in white ties and tails

filling the gaming rooms.

Crystal chandeliers.

How the orchestra used to break into the walls

every time you swept down the grand staircase

dressed in magnificent white silk

with a single black pearl adorning your neck.

Oh, you looked lovely and radiant.

Belle, you had all of San Francisco

right in the palm of your hand.

And then you'd take your place behind the blackjack table

and all the men would crowd around

and you'd start dealing the cards one by one

but not one man looked at his cards.

They preferred rather to bask in your radiant smile.

Alright, Belle, hit me light.

- Ha-ha... - Maverick, you tricked me!

Now I was just trying to make a point. I'm not convinced.

But I think it's wonderful if you are changing

from the old life, but don't try to change me, Marybelle.

Marybelle, will you please get supper ready?

I'd like to turn in early tonight.

I'd be glad to deliver that gold tomorrow.

It begins to weigh heavy on my heart.

Well, we're almost out of the woods, and no sign of Corey.

We still have tonight to get through.

Deacon, glad I found you.

Well, Sheriff Trevor. What are you doing here?

Well, now don't be alarmed, deacon, but, uh

just after you left, I got word

that Corey got wind of our scheme.

He knows you've got the chest of gold on the wagon.

So I deputized these two men and came out after you.

Oh, I'm glad that you've come. I've been worried.

If what you say is true

Corey may be somewhere in these woods right now.

Uh-huh. Well, I don't have time to stay with you and the wagon.

But I do have time to take the gold out of the chest

put it in the saddlebags and rush it out

into Devil's Flat for you.

They're up to something. I'll bet on it.

Of course they are, he'll take the gold

and claim that Corey jumped him later.

It was mighty nice of you to go to all this trouble, sheriff.

Boys, you get the saddlebags.

Deacon, could I have the key, please?

Thank you.

For your information, Maverick, I happen to know

you switched chests on me.

I should've arrested you for tampering with the law

but I wanted to see just how far you'd go.

You might also like to know that I switched the chests

back again, smart boy.

So you thinkin' I might find rocks in this chest is wrong.

Dead wrong.

I'm gonna find...

Rocks?

Where is the gold, boss?

That's a good question.

I want some answers.

Coax me.

- I'm coaxed. - What is the meaning of this?

Sheriff, what are you doing?

I don't think you have to keep calling him sheriff, deacon.

Does he, Mr. Corey?

Corey?

Well, I can hardly believe it.

Uh, w-where is the gold?

Maverick was just about to tell me. Weren't you, Maverick?

Yeah, uh, you see, Oscar saw me switch the chests.

So he put them back the way they were.

What you did was to put them back the way I had them.

Then you put the real chest on the train, huh, boss?

So you outfoxed yourself, Mr. Corey.

The gold's safe at Devil's Flat in the Wells Fargo office

and I'm the only one who can claim it legally.

So you are.

Unload the buckboard, boys. Hitch up the team.

Get over there, Maverick.

Deacon, you're going in with me to Devil's Flat

to pick up that chest of gold.

I won't go.

And if I'm not back by tomorrow afternoon

my friends over there will be forced to shoot Maverick

and your niece.

Alright, I'll go.

Don't do it, Uncle Curt.

What difference does it make whether

they kill us tonight or tomorrow?

Now don't listen to her, deacon.

I happen to prefer tomorrow.

Well, looks like Corey ends up with the gold

even though my plan did work.

There's one thing all my poker playing's taught me, Marybelle.

What's that?

Strategy.

Well...

Look at those two, Marybelle.

A more perfect example of a couple of fools

you'll never see.

We're fools, huh?

Who's got the guns on who?

Well, you boys have the guns, alright

but, see, Corey has the gold.

He's not going to come all the way back here

just to split it with you two fellows.

Don't pull that stuff on me, dude.

Clay Corey ain't that kind of guy.

Oh? What kind of guy is he?

Well, he's kind of like... Well, I... Heh.

You tell him, Snake.

Well, I reckon Corey's pretty much like us.

Smarter maybe, but like us.

"Us?"

Do you think?

I think.

We better take out after Corey

so he don't hog all the loot.

- For himself. - Strategy.

Let's take care of these two right now and get movin'.

You and your big mouth.

- Wait. - Wait! I'll make a deal.

There's something you two don't know.

- There is? - Yes.

Clay Corey won't get the gold

because it isn't in Devil's Flat.

- It ain't? - Uh, no.

Now I'll show you where it is

and you can have it all to yourselves.

Only you've gotta promise not to shoot us.

We got nothin' to lose. Spill.

Well, you haven't promised.

Sure, sure, we promise.

Where's the gold? Maverick.

What kind of a gag is this?

W-well, the gold is hidden in the bottom.

You see, we figured we might have a robbery

and that's why we hid it there.

That, Bart Maverick, was strategy.

- Well, what is that? - Ha-ha...

Oh, I was just keeping them for emergencies.

Oh, we're facing a pretty big emergency.

Let's try to find their horses.

Now back to "Maverick."

Alright, out.

Doin' fine, deacon. Just keep it up.

- Justice will prevail. - Mm-hmm.

Well, I'll do the prevailing.

And if you'd like to see your niece alive

you just better not try anything.

Good day, clerk. I'm Sheriff Trevor.

- From Crenshaw. - Howdy, sheriff?

I'm here to help Deacon Eaker pick up a wooden chest.

Isn't that so, deacon?

Yes, I guess so.

Come on, come on. Where is the wooden chest?

Alright, Corey.

Everything's under control, deacon.

- Oh, Uncle Curt. - Marybelle.

Thank goodness you're safe.

Easy, easy.

Now face up, Corey.

The worm's turned.

It turned right around again, worm.

There's two things I'm taking with me when I leave here.

It's Ms. Marybelle and the gold.

Drop the gun, deadbeat.

Alright, move out. Easy.

You, open the vault.

Move!

Don't get nervous, Maverick. It'll be all over in a minute.

Alright, Corey. I'll take this.

Those that sin shall repent.

Uh, watch those generalizations, deacon.

Mr. Maverick, would you kindly assist me

to take this chest of gold out to my wagon?

- My pleasure, deacon. - It's rather heavy.

Oh! Yes, it is heavy. You know, deacon...

It isn't often I get a chance like this.

I mean, it's

it's kind of a nice experience knowing

that you helped me carry a big chest of...

Rocks?

The gold... Where is my gold?

Well, we saw the gold in one of these chests.

You saw it, I saw it, and Marybelle...

Marybelle?

[Bart] Marybelle?

Deacon, are you, uh, sure

that you reformed your niece?

Ho!

- Going somewhere? - Uh...

May I help?

Say, that's a heavy bag.

Poker chips or rocks?

You know very well what's in that bag.

I have my suspicions, but I don't know how it got there.

Well, while you were asleep the other night in the jail

uh, Oscar was, too.

[Marybelle] So I, I just came in

and the keys to the cell were right there.

I sent the bag ahead by stage.

Oh, Bart, honey, there's plenty there for both of us.

And with that stage leaving in just a few minutes

why, we could be in Clover.

Yeah, we could be in trouble.

I overheard. My own niece.

It's a disgrace.

I think I have a better cure for her

than the sheriff, Mr. Maverick.

Uh, what's that, deacon?

We have a new mission in Northern Canada

right near the Arctic Circle.

[Curt] She'll have plenty of time to repent.

Do you agree, Marybelle?

I don't see that I have much choice.

Bart, I don't suppose you'd like to come along?

No, thanks. The nights are too long for me.

[Bart] Now just a minute, conductor, I want it clearly understood...

Now wait a minute, now I'm a passenger on this train

and you've got to stop...

Hey, you can't do this to me!

- I have a ticket! - Oh, yeah?

Hey!

♪ 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 ♪♪