Maverick (1957–1962): Season 1, Episode 12 - The Quick and the Dead - full transcript

Maverick is looking for the men who paid him with counterfeit money during a poker game and when he finds them to clear his name with a marshal who is looking for him. His investigation leads him to a town where he takes a job as a dealer in a saloon. Not only does he find information regarding the men but also gets involved with a feud between one of the men and Doc Holliday.

You're a very dishonest man.

You've been cheating
me, Mr. Martin.

With marked cards.

Cheating you? Well, Doc,
you've been winning all night.

I'm gonna leave
town in the morning...

but before I do...

I'm gonna complete the
business I came here to transact.

And if, Mr. Martin...

I happen to see you
here on the streets...

or anywhere I happen to be...

I'll deal with you exactly as I
intend to deal with your friend.



And if I don't
happen to see you...

I'll just ride out of town
and forget about you.

And that, Mr. Martin...

is a better deal than you've
been giving me here tonight.

His name was Parker.

I didn't know about much him...

except that he could lose a
poker game with good cards...

and pay off with bad money.

My name's Maverick.

He didn't know much
about me, either.

Not even that I was
standing about 10 feet away...

with a gun in my hand.

Parker...

don't move, don't
turn and don't holler.



Who is it? Who's there?

Don't think about me.

Think about yourself.

Think how careful you can be
when you set down that bucket.

Now take out your gun...

and put it in the pail.

That's good thinking.

- You alone?
- I was.

- Nobody inside?
- Not now.

Let's have a look.

- Ask me in.
- Ask yourself.

After you.

- Can I turn around?
- Slowly.

Maverick.

- So you remember.
- I remember the $500.

Not used to losing
that kind of money.

I'm not used to winning
that kind of money.

Ain't no more where that come
from, if that's what you're after.

Just where did it come from?

I got a rich uncle.

You're gonna have a dead
one if you got it from him.

What is that supposed to mean?

A man was killed when that
money was taken from the coach.

- Somebody's gonna hang for it.
- Not me, I wasn't on that job.

Mister, those five big bills you lost
to me had five big numbers on them.

All of them consecutive...

all of them from the
June issue of currency...

out of the Independence Bank.

Part of a $10,000
take from that holdup.

All right, I did know it was
stolen money, but I didn't steal it.

I hope you can prove that.

But all you have to
do is prove that I didn't.

You?

You see, the
marshal in Quallary...

didn't like my having those
bright new bills around.

Didn't like my story, either.

Heh, "Won them in a poker game."

- How did you get away?
- Glad you asked.

Hand's quicker than the eye.
Showed the marshal a card trick.

While he's taking a card,
I'm taking his gun, this one.

Lost the posse in a couple of
hours, found you in a couple of days.

Now I'm going back.

Now with me, you ain't. My
story's no better than yours.

That's your problem.
Get your hat.

The three men who did
that job came here to cool off.

I never saw them before that.

Don't tell me, tell the
marshal. Now let's go.

Look, you don't want me,
you want them three men.

They're the one you're after.

I'm not trying to solve the crime.
I'm trying to get out from under it.

They headed for
Bandera, you can find them.

They call themselves Shields...

Cane and one of the
fellas was named Johnny.

He's the one give me the money.

He's tall, dark and he wears a
gold ring around his little finger.

Oh, and he'd twist it every
time they started to play cards.

Thanks.

Now let's move.

I ain't moving.

Look, Parker, just because
I can't afford to kill you...

that's no sign I can't take
you. Even if I have to drag you.

Well, you just gonna have
to try, because I ain't moving.

Well, there went my
story to the marshal.

Five days later I was in Bandera,
the town Parker had mentioned.

He had mentioned
three names too:

Shields, Cane and a
man called Johnny...

with a habit of twisting
a gold ring on his finger.

Hey, ain't I seen you someplace?

It's possible, I've been there.

Sure, Ponca City,
that's where it was.

You was the customer
that didn't drink.

And you're the
bartender who did.

Heh-heh-heh. Yeah, that's me.

Hey, you're a gambling man.

There's an opening for a
dealer at the Red Front Casino.

What happened to the old dealer?

He found a new opening.

- Too bad.
- Uh-uh.

Too slow.

Well, I gotta catch up.
So long, Mister, um...

Maverick, wasn't it?

Yeah. Uh, say, can
you keep a secret?

For a dollar.

Well, ugh...

you know how it is
with a gambling man.

Moves from town to town,
sometimes looking for a cooler climate.

Oh.

- Traveling for your health, huh?
- Yeah.

Well, I'm not using
the name Maverick.

I'm calling myself
Martin, Bret Martin.

That's fine with me.

I'm calling myself Ponca.

It didn't take a long to find
out that nobody in town...

knew anybody named
Shields or Cane.

Checking up on Johnny
took a little longer.

There were six Johnny's in town.
Two were old men, three were boys...

and one was a little girl.

I thought I'd
follow the signs...

and try to change my luck
at the Red Front Casino.

That'd be the place to
look for strangers in town.

- Hello, Mister...
- Martin.

I know, heh.

Somebody here I
want you to meet.

Miss Cora?

Yes.

This here's the boss.

This is the fella I
was telling you about.

Well, you didn't
tell me near enough.

His name's Martin.

I'm Cora Beth.

All right,
Mr. Martin, you'll do.

- Do what?
- Attract a better class of people.

I pay $50 a week and tips.

Well, I'm sorry. I'm
not looking for a job.

Oh?

- What are you looking for then?
- A game.

Well, if you change your
mind, come and see me.

Do I have to change my mind?

Not necessarily.

Hey, don't look like that.

- Like what?
- Like you're looking.

That's the way the other
dealer starting looking.

The one who left
town in the box.

Who put him there?

Him.

Don't like nobody looking
at her or talking to her...

or even thinking about her.

- Who's he?
- Meanest man in town, fastest too.

Three men thought they
was faster, they wasn't.

- Big reputation, huh?
- The biggest.

That there's the fella that backed
down Doc Holliday at Fort Griffin.

- No.
- Fact.

Called him a cheat to his face.

Would've shot it out then and
there, Doc Holliday backed down.

I take it we're talking about
the same Doc Holliday.

You know him?

I played cards with him
once in Wichita, ahem.

Didn't figure he'd back
down from anybody.

- Doesn't care that much
about living. Well, he did.

And it took that there fella to
do it, so don't get him grouchy.

Well, thanks for the tip.

Tip's worth a dollar.

Oh, at least.

I'm in for 200.

I like a sociable game. My
name's Martin, Bret Martin.

- Fred Turner.
- Jim Elkins.

- Yours?
- Stacey.

Oh, let's stick to first name.

That is my first name. Cards?

I believe we have a
mutual card-playing friend.

- Who's that?
- Doc Holliday.

- Did you say friend?
- Not a good friend, though.

He's a cheap tinhorn.

He's a sick man.

But I understand you made
him look sicker in Fort Griffin.

Well, he asked for it.

Funny, just can't
picture it somehow.

Doc Holliday backing down.

Are you saying maybe he didn't?

Oh, no.

- Then why mention it?
- I'm sorry I did.

Hit me.

Oh, now, boys, play nice.

When you're through here, I
wanna see you upstairs, Johnny.

I thought you said
your name was Stacey.

It is. Stacey Johnson.

But only my good
friends call me Johnny.

Too much.

- I'll be back.
- No hurry.

This was Johnny, all
right. No doubt of it.

And nothing I could
do about it, not yet.

I wasn't about to risk another
dead lead like Parker...

or even a dead Maverick.

No, I had to wait and watch.
Hope I'd learn something...

to help me sell my
story to the marshal.

Come in.

So soon.

Why delay? I'll take the job.

Just like that?

You're changeable.

Flexible.

Did someone
downstairs influence you?

Someone upstairs.

All right.

You're on the payroll.

Just like that?

As you say, why delay?

I've never seen a woman
run a place like this before.

I like the way you do business.

- My husband did it better.
- Oh?

- He's dead.
- Oh.

Cora Beth's my given name,
his name was Creighton.

Creighton?

You've heard of him?

- Can't be the one.
- I think it could. Cole Creighton.

He was killed while robbing
the bank at Rio Bravo.

That's the one.

This place is all he left me.

It isn't what I wanted.

But I'll use it to
get what I want.

Well, when do I start?

Right now.

Go tell Johnny he's relieved.

Do you really think he will be?

Ten days later, I was still no
closer to the answers I was after.

I still had one plus: Johnny.

I was still minus two:
Shields and Cane...

and anything I could take
to the marshal at Quallary.

But I had managed to
mend my fences with Johnny.

And I'd even joined
the select circle...

that called Stacey
Johnson by that name.

- Boss lady wants to see you, Johnny.
- Thanks, Bret.

But in 10 days, the man who
said he backed down Doc Holliday...

hadn't said much
of anything else.

And then a very
funny thing happened.

Hello, Doc.

I was just thinking about you.

Say you're glad to
see me, dealer man.

I'm glad to see you.

He ain't as big as I thought.

Yes.

That face of yours.

I place it now.

I was trying to recall it...

but, uh, faces look pretty
much alike over a card table.

Oh, I don't know. I
didn't forget yours.

So I've heard.

- You have?
- Oh, yes.

I've heard a lot about you.

About me?

About the game we
played in Fort Griffin.

- Oh, Wichita.
- Fort Griffin.

I heard it so often
I know the place.

But the face
didn't fit until now.

Well, just what have
you heard, Doc?

Careless talk.

Gossip, mostly.

But it's invidious.

Distasteful. Depressing.

I think I know what
you talking about, but...

Then you do see my point.

The most precious thing
to a man is his reputation.

If he loses that,
he loses everything.

Including sleep.

That's why I had to look you up.

To play another game.

Heh. Well, why didn't
you say so? Sit down.

By another game, I
mean a different game.

Drop the Handkerchief.

- I don't think I know that one, Doc.
- Oh, it's easy to learn.

I hold the
handkerchief like this.

When I drop it,
you go for your gun.

- I do?
- Yes.

Now let me see you back
me down again, dealer man.

Like you did in Fort Griffin.

Wichita, Doc.

I've never been in Fort Griffin.

He's telling the truth, Doc.
He ain't the one you want.

He ain't the regular dealer.

Stacey Johnson's the
one you're looking for.

And that wouldn't be you?

It wouldn't.

But I've seen you somewhere.

Wichita, Doc. In Wichita.

It's possible.

This one spoke very well of you.

It's the other one that
done the knocking.

And where is the other one?

Up them stairs and
through the door.

- Is that right?
- That's right, Doc.

- Yes, sir.
- Right up the stairs.

My mistake, sir.

We all make them...

that's why we have erasers, huh?

Apropos.

Maybe prophetic.

Is there any other way out to
there except down those stairs?

Not unless he wants to jump
out of the window and break a leg.

Would you go up those
stairs and tell Mr. Johnson...

that Doc Holliday is waiting to see
him about some unfinished business?

Would you do that?

I'll do that.

Saved your life. Ain't
that worth a dollar?

No.

My life wasn't worth 5
cents more than Johnny's...

if he kept his date
with Doc Holliday.

I saw myself with a second
lead just as dead as the first...

when Johnny came
marching down those stairs.

Keeping him alive was my only chance
to keep my own neck out of a noose.

Don't ever do that, Bret.

Don't ever open a door behind
my back without knocking first.

I'm sorry, Johnny. Cora.

Don't apologize.

The only thing worse than making
a mistake is apologizing for it.

- I hope you don't mean that.
- Why shouldn't I?

I think you've made a mistake.

And an apology may
be your only way out of it.

- What are you talking about?
- Man downstairs with a grievance.

- What man? What's his name?
- Doc Holliday.

Holliday here?

- What does he want?
- To see you.

What about?

About playing Drop
the Handkerchief.

Looking for trouble, huh?

Not looking for, he
brought it with him.

Well, I can take all he's got.

Johnny, you're not
going down there.

Why not? I'm not afraid of him.

- He not afraid of you either.
- Backed down on me once, didn't he?

I've heard you say so.

That's right. And
he'll do it again.

And if he doesn't?

I can take him.

You know, I'm
beginning to believe...

that you really did stand
up to Doc in Fort Griffin...

and back him down.

If anybody ever doubted
it, let him watch me now.

- Just one question first.
- What's that?

- Was Holliday gambling at the time?
- We were gambling together.

- Was he winning?
- That's two questions.

Answer me, Johnny.

He was winning,
wasn't he? Quite a lot.

Too much. That's what
led to the argument.

That's what I thought.

What are you driving at?

Johnny.

You know that little habit you have
of twisting the ring on your little finger.

Why do you do it?

- Why, for luck. BRET:
Right. It's a superstition.

Every gambler has
one, even Holliday.

He doesn't like to kill a man
while he's having a winning streak.

He thinks it'll break his luck.

- Are you trying to say that...?
- I'm saying...

that if you'd started talking
tall to Doc while he was losing...

or just breaking even...

you'd be dead right
now in Fort Griffin.

Well, maybe so.

But now it's looks like
I've gotta find out for sure.

- Johnny, don't be a fool.
- Maybe I was a fool.

Maybe I did push
my luck in Fort Griffin.

But now I've gotta prove
that I wasn't bluffing.

To who, a bunch of
tinhorns and rum pots?

To me, Cora. To me.

Well, I can't have you
satisfying yourself at my expense.

What have you got to do with it?

I happen to have an
interest in your future.

If nothing else, a
business interest.

This has got
nothing to do with us.

This is between me and Holliday.

I think there's another way out.

And what is it?

Could I speak to you
alone, Cora, outside?

- Hey, what is this anyway?
- Cool off, Johnny.

What's your hurry?

Holliday won't run out on you.

Well, Cora? Only take a minute.

All right, Bret.

And, Johnny, please for my sake,
will you sit down and think it over?

All right. But not for long.

Cora, is keeping Johnny
alive worth $1000 to you?

Do you think you
can buy him off?

Not for 10 times that much.

- Doc isn't here for profit.
- Well, what then?

That superstition of his.

If I can get him into a game, start
him winning and keep him winning...

maybe you'll have time
to talk sense into Johnny.

Maybe get him out
of town for a few days.

Can you do it?

If you happen to have a marked
deck and don't mind losing $1000.

I'll get the money.

Doc Holliday's particular brand
of poison was double deadly...

because Doc himself
really wanted to die.

To die quick instead of slow
from a sickness that had no cure.

Doc hated the world because he
knew it'd go on living after he was gone...

and it made him mad
to see anybody healthy.

These cheerful thoughts
passed through my mind...

as I prepared to
cheat him at cards.

What's taking him so long?

Mr. Johnson regrets the delay...

but he's in the middle of a
meeting. Can't break away.

- Of course, if you can't wait, Doc...
- I can wait.

Half the pleasure's the
anticipation, you know.

I'm sure he's looking
forward to seeing you.

- Who's up there with him?
- The boss.

- Who's the girl you were with?
- The boss.

You said it was a
business meeting.

Well, business
has its brighter side.

He's a lucky man.

Uh, speaking of luck, Doc...

ahh, would you like
to try yours? Kill time.

Never kill time, friend.

Or it'll end up killing you.

Well, there's a difference
between wasting it and spending it.

Who knows, a few minutes
here might even be an investment.

- Not for me.
- Might make a killing.

How true.

But no thanks.

I've been having a
brutal losing streak.

Is that a fact? Me too.

Why, my luck's been so bad...

I'll bet that it's
worse than yours.

And I'll just bet it isn't.

One time, dealer man.

Blackjack.

- What'd I tell you?
- What'd I tell you?

You were betting on the
losing hand. You win, Doc.

Why not.

I'm not going anywhere.

- He's going for it.
- Three cheers.

Stop it!

I'm paying $1000 to
give you time to cool off...

not to build up a head of steam.

- I want my money's worth.
- And you always get it too. Plenty of it.

Now, listen.

Shields and Cane
will be back tomorrow.

If they have the information I sent
them out for, we'll all have plenty.

- Juicy pie, hmm?
- Mm-hm.

Like mother used to make.

If this setup's as
good as I think it is...

I can take my half and set myself
up in a place in Frisco twice this size.

Your half.

That brings up
another small point...

I don't like cutting the second half
three ways with Shields and Cane.

- Is that a fact?
- That's a fact.

I take all the chances and for what?
For one third of half, it's not worth it.

What would be worth it, Johnny?

Half for me...

you can cut the other
half any way you want.

- That's generous.
- All you do is set them up.

I do the job.

You sit back and grow long
fingernails while I'm ducking a short rope.

I had to kill a man
the last time out.

Seems to be a difference
of opinion on that.

You can't know how it
was. You weren't there.

- No, but Shields and Cane were.
- Then let them handle the next one.

- You know they can't.
- I know.

That's why I want half, Cora.

You want a lot, Johnny.

You always thought
I was worth it.

Not now.

Give me time to think.

Eighteen.

Four winners on a double split.

- You're a hard man to beat, Doc.
- I've never seen such luck.

Just can't seem to lose tonight.

- You're on a winning streak, all right.
- Hmm.

At a time like this.

You wanted to see me, Doc?

Yes, Mr. Johnson.

I believe we have some
unfinished business.

If you say so.

No hurry.

I'm getting some lucky
cards here tonight.

We can settle up later.

If it's all the same to
you, let's settle up now.

It's not all the same to me.

I said, later.

Whenever you're ready, Doc.

Never fear, Mr. Johnson.

I'll be around till I ride
out this winning streak.

But before I leave town, I'll make a
special point of checking with you.

Anytime, Doc.

Anytime.

Pick up your cards, Doc.
I think I've got you beat.

Give the boys what they
want and put it on my tab.

I sure will. Come on, here.

Blackjack.

Oh.

I could take him on myself...

if I had a mind to.

Deal.

You hush up, Ponca.
You've had enough.

Enough? I ain't
never had enough.

When you start talking
about taking on Doc Holliday...

- that's the legal limit in this bar.
- No, sir.

You heard what my old
friend Stacey Johnson said.

I'm drinking up on him
and I ain't even started.

Yes, sir.

It was me that did it.

Me, Ponca Brown.

Shot it out with Doc Holliday
right there in Bandera.

After the smoke cleared away...

there was just one man
standing where two stood before.

Me, Ponca Brown.

- Ponca. Ponca, go home now.
- Hmm. Hmm.

It's all over and you've won.
What more do you want?

All right.

Keep the newspaper boys
away from me until after I rest up.

Sure. Sure, I'll do that.
Now you go on home, hmm?

Stand.

Push.

Are you a bad shot
or what, mister?

Take a look over your shoulder, Doc.
- No.

No, Doc, you got it all wrong.

I wasn't aiming to shoot you.

Heh, not me, I wouldn't
do a thing like that.

I wouldn't shoot
you in the back.

Not me, Doc, honest.

Why didn't you kill him?

Well, he's kind
of a friend of mine.

You're wrong. You
have no friends.

Only two kinds of people
in the West, Mr. Martin.

The quick and the dead.

You seem to have saved my life.

Why?

Well, I was afraid he
might miss you and hit me.

- Shall we finish our game?
- Let's call it a night, I've had enough.

Let's just fold up this lucky deck and
come back to it in the morning, huh?

Very disappointed in you.

- Disappointed, Doc?
- Yes.

It isn't often I think enough of
anyone to be disappointed in him.

But you've done it.

You're a very dishonest man.

You've been cheating me,
Mr. Martin, with marked cards.

Cheating you? Doc, you've
been winning all night.

That's how you've
been cheating me.

You've been playing on a
personal weakness of mine...

to cheat me out of
what I came here to do.

You and your friend, Mr. Johnson,
who had everybody laughing at me...

when he walked
out of here tonight.

All right. So I kept you
two from killing each other.

- Seemed like a good idea at the time.
- Cash my chips, dealer man.

We'll call my winning
streak officially over.

- Even though it never really began.
- Real or not...

you're nearly a
thousand dollars richer.

Too bad you've wasted it.

You know, it really doesn't
matter why a man cheats me.

Does it matter that
he saved your life?

For that dubious favor,
I'll grant a small bonus.

I'm going to leave
town in the morning.

But before I do...

I'm gonna complete the
business I came here to transact.

And if, Mr. Martin...

I happen to see you
here on the streets...

or anywhere I happen to be...

I'll deal with you exactly as I
intend to deal with your friend.

If on the other hand I
don't happen to see you...

I'll just ride out of
town and forget you.

And that, Mr. Martin...

is a better deal than the one
you've been giving me here tonight.

- You can go now, Gus, it's all right.
- Yes, ma'am.

You play a cool game, Bret.

- Then why am I sweating?
- You're cool when it counts.

Not like Johnny. He's
a hothead, reckless.

I'll admit he
overplayed his hand.

It's typical. That's why I
want you to take his place.

I told you this job
was only temporary.

Oh, this job means nothing.

I want you to take his place
in the things that matter.

What are the things that matter?

- What's important?
- Money?

Say, $10,000?

Cut that in a half, split it three
ways, and that's Johnny's cut of our...

last outside deal.

The next one's even bigger.

- Are you intrigued?
- Who do I have to rob?

- Does it matter?
- No.

Then Johnny's share is your
share. If you're in, Johnny's out.

I'm in.

I'm glad.

We have two other partners.

I'll give you the details
when they get back into town.

- When will that be?
- In the morning.

- There's just one thing I regret.
- What's that?

Spending $1000 to
keep Johnny alive...

before I found out
I didn't need him.

Lady Macbeth was an
ingénue compared to this one...

and now everything clicked.

Chances were that her office safe was
stuffed with the same kind of money...

that had nearly put
my neck in a noose.

Lock the door on
your way out, Bret.

One hour later, I let
myself into Cora's office.

She was asleep by now.

Looking as sweet and
innocent as a newborn vulture.

I once spent three
days in a Tucson jail...

with a man who claimed he
could crack any safe ever made.

If I'd known then that I'd
ever have to crack one...

I'd have listened more
closely when he told me how.

Now I was wishing I had.

Three hours later, I
had the first two digits.

And the sun was already up.

People were walking around
on the street out there...

and maybe one of them was
Doc Holliday looking for me.

But worse yet...

I could hear Cora
stirring around in there.

I just have to take
my chances on that.

Then I had it.

The money was there.

Same serial numbers issued by
that same Independence Bank...

in packs of 10s, 20s and 5 0s.

All I needed for evidence was
one bill of each denomination.

She'd never miss them.

What are you doing here?

Why, just coming
in to see you, Cora.

How did you get in?

Gus let me in.

He's already opened
up downstairs.

Stand over there.

Morning.

Hello, Gus.

- Anything wrong, Miss Cora?
- No.

Everything's all right.

It's a little early for
a visit, isn't it, Bret?

Why not.

Thought we'd
start the day right...

celebrate our new
partnership over breakfast.

All right. I'll send Gus
over to Harvey House.

- Oh, I'll go.
- You can't.

Do you mean because
of Doc Holliday?

He's out there, looking
for you and Johnny.

Well, he won't be up yet.
That's why I'm here so early.

What'll it be, steak and eggs?

Fine.

Why don't you tell Gus to
give you a bottle of champagne.

This is beginning
to be a beautiful day.

Let's give it a good send-off.

I'll be right back.

All I had to do now was to
get my horse, ride for Quallary...

and give my evidence to
the marshal. It was easy.

If I didn't happen to run
into Doc Holliday on the way.

Maverick.

Where are you
heading in such a hurry?

Marshal, you're not
gonna believe this...

but I was heading for
Quallary to find you.

- Now, why would you wanna do that?
- Oh, to clear myself.

- I've got proof now.
- So have I, you're already cleared.

What?

Picked up two men last
night. Shields and Cane.

Told us all we had to know.

We came for the other
one, Stacey Johnson.

And the girl, Cora Beth.
Bring her down, boys.

Way I hear it, we'll find the
rest of the money up there too.

Just so it comes out even...

here's the bills I was bringing
to you to back up my story.

You've been a
busy boy, Maverick.

Yeah, uh...

Marshal, is there any
reason why I have to wait?

See, I'm in kind of a
hurry to leave town.

You in some new kind of trouble?

Yeah, and I don't think I'm
gonna have time to tell you about it.

Oh.

I've given you trouble enough.

You're free to go.

Marshal, anybody ever tell you
you're a very handsome man?

- So I was wrong about you.
- I'm sorry, Cora.

I was wrong about another thing.

This isn't a beautiful day.

Take her away, boys.

Just leave your hands
where they are. Now step out.

Slowly.

Now unbuckle your
gun belt and drop it.

I knew I didn't like you,
but I didn't know why.

But now I know. You're a lawman.

Does it make any difference
that I'm not a lawman?

Don't waste your time. I saw
those tin stars take Cora away.

What are you gonna do about it?

We're gonna take a little
ride together. Just out of town.

Just far enough where nobody
will hear this gun when it goes off.

Now mount up.

Mr. Johnson.

I'm surprised at
you, Mr. Johnson.

You aren't thinking of leaving town
before our business is completed.

Well, aren't you even gonna
look at me, Mr. Johnson?

There, you see?

I don't have a gun in my hand.

But you have one in yours.

Just turn it toward me.

How about it, Mr. Johnson?

Aren't you gonna
back me down again?

Like you did in Fort Griffin?

Just turn the gun
and pull the trigger.

That's all you have to do.

Well, Mr. Johnson. I'm waiting.

Now, dealer man,
pick up your gun belt.

Well, aren't you
gonna put it on?

I just knew you would.

I didn't know I had
any choice, Doc.

I was wrong, wasn't I?

- To think you and he were friends.
- You were wrong.

I remember now. Your
name's not Martin, it's Maverick.

That's right.

Well, my business in
Bandera seems to be finished.

- How about yours?
- It's finished too.

Which way?

Well, I figured I'd ride
on toward Dodge City.

I hear they got a pretty
good game going on up there.

Mind if I ride along with you?