Maverick (1957–1962): Season 1, Episode 14 - Comstock Conspiracy - full transcript

Well, I guess we better get...

You didn't like the picnic.

I mean business, Mr. Maverick.

Can you hit what's left?

Let's talk business.

There's only one thing
really wrong with Virginia City:

The biggest poker game
in town is a private affair.

- The Comstock Club is exclusive.
- Good evening.

If you're not a member
or recommended by one...

you haven't got a
chance of getting in.

Of course, exceptions are made in
the case of an important personality.



I'm sorry, Mr. Maverick,
but I never heard of you.

Oh.

- Good night, Tom.
- Good night, Mr. Horne.

- You sure there's no chance.
- Not unless you're a member.

Thank you.

Horne?

I didn't know you were
a gunman, Mr. Jennings.

I know the truth now. Why the committee
voted against giving me the money.

It's no secret.

Congress isn't in the habit of
donating millions to crackpots.

Your money, your influence,
stopped me again, but for the last time...

Thank you, sir.

I appreciate the effort, but really
the trouble wasn't necessary.

Doesn't he know
how to pull a trigger?



He hasn't the courage
to pull the trigger.

Here...

go ahead, shoot.

See what I mean?

You're a fanatic, all right, Jennings,
but you're not a very good fanatic.

I'm grateful for your
interference, sir.

Dead you would have won, Horne.

You'd have been a martyr for all those
who think the same twisted way you do.

But alive?

But alive you're
gonna be beaten.

- By Alex Jennings?
- By Jerome Horne.

Oh, you're desperate now, Horne.

You're taking bigger and
bolder steps to stop me.

One step is gonna
be too big, too bold.

Then you're gonna fall...

and fall hard.

Jennings' folly.

What's that?

You must be a stranger here.

Alex Jennings wants to build a
five-mile long railroad tunnel...

into the Comstock Lode to cart
the ore out and ventilate the mines.

He should ventilate
his brains first.

- Jennings is the kind, Mr...
- Maverick.

Jerome Horne.

Jennings is the
kind who shows up...

after all the backbreaking
work and hard labor...

of building railroads and
digging mines is done...

and then he wants to tell you
how things should be from here on.

Better working
conditions, less danger.

If we'd listen to his kind, there wouldn't
be any working conditions to worry about.

We wouldn't have dug
any mines in the first place.

You going this
way, Mr. Maverick?

I'm afraid so.

I couldn't get in the club.

Members and friends
of members only.

You're a friend of a member now.

I was hoping it'd
work out that way.

- It's all right, Tom. He's with me.
- All right, Mr. Horne.

Thank you.

Around this table,
Mr. Maverick...

we have some of the finest
gentlemen in Virginia City.

Mr. Willard Newton, rancher...

Mr. Alfred Clay, gold mining...

Mr. Stewart Kennedy, silver...

Mr. John Bordeen, my
partner in railroading.

Gentlemen, Mr. Bret Maverick.

Poker player.

Good luck, Mr. Maverick.

And good night again, gentlemen.

Chips are $50 a piece,
Mr. Maverick, minimum buy $2000.

Don't mind Bordeen, Mr. Maverick.
He gets a little touchy when he's losing.

Your two hundred,
Mr. Maverick, and a thousand bet.

Out.

Call.

Fold.

Three nines, Mr. Maverick.

Small straight, Mr. Bordeen.

I owe you $5000, Mr. Maverick.
I'd like a chance to get even.

Game isn't over, is it?

It is for me. I've got some
work to do in my office.

I have a proposition
I'd like to make to you.

A $5000 bet.

- On one hand?
- One cut.

I say for $5000...

I can cut the ace of
spades with one try.

- Do I get to shuffle?
- As much as you want.

Well, do we have a bet?

Double or nothing?

Double or nothing.

Those are pretty attractive
odds, Mr. Bordeen.

One chance to cut the ace of
spades, correct, Mr. Maverick?

Correct, Mr. Bordeen.

I believe I have cut the
ace of spades, Mr. Maverick.

I now owe you nothing.

I'm afraid you're
mistaken, Mr. Bordeen.

You now owe me $10,000.

Looks like he beats you...

- at your own game, John.
- Shut up.

You can have your money
in my office in one hour.

You've seen that trick
before, Mr. Maverick.

No, just that kind of trickster.

This is my
profession, gentlemen.

Hard to understand...

losing $10,000 to Bordeen...

is no more than losing
$10 is to most people.

He's that rich.

Some men can't stand to
lose ten cents, Mr. Kennedy...

no matter how rich they are.

Come in.

- Yes, sir.
- I have an appointment to see Mr. Bordeen.

- Oh, uh, Mr. Maverick.
- That's right.

Go right in, uh, Mr. Maverick.
Mr. Bordeen is expecting you.

Uh, more ink.

Close the door.

- Your manners are bad, Maverick.
- How can you tell?

You had your back to me.

I have a feeling, we're not
fond of each other, Mr. Bordeen.

I suggest we get this over
with as fast as possible.

Fine. I'm not gonna pay
you. Goodbye, Mr. Maverick.

That's a little too fast.

You owe me $10,000. I want it.

Anybody who can palm an ace of spades
like you did, Maverick, is a cardsharp.

And I don't pay off to
cardsharps. Now get out.

A long time ago, Mr. Bordeen, I
decided that a gambling debt...

wasn't ever important
enough to kill a man over.

I decided that welchers
are people to feel sorry for...

that the pressure that
made them crawl so low...

must have been worse than
anything I could do to them.

So I let it go at that, marked
it off to profit and loss.

But you don't get off that easy.

No, sir.

Every time your name
comes up, Mr. Bordeen...

every place I go, I'm
gonna tell this little story...

about how the millionaire
railroad-builder...

didn't actually lose $10,000
to the stranger after all.

Why not?

Because he didn't pay the
stranger what he owed him.

You wouldn't dare.

Like to bet another
10,000 on that?

He's dead. You
better get the sheriff.

I'll get him myself.

The sheriff had gone
home for the night...

and the name John Bordeen
was too big for the deputy.

So the sheriff's home
was the next stop.

That helps a little. I
wake up kind of slowly.

- I wouldn't get too upset, Mr., uh...
- Maverick.

Yeah. If things went like you
said, it shouldn't go bad for you.

I believe it's customary to
knock before entering, gentlemen.

Oh, excuse me, sheriff, I didn't
recognize you. Good evening.

Don't you recognize me?

This is the man who
shot Mr. Bordeen.

Right in there
about two hours ago.

Come on, sheriff,
see for yourself.

This is what I'm talking about.

What's the joke?

It happened just
like I told you, sheriff.

No, wait, he shot at me.

The bullets ought
to be in that door.

It should be
about right in here.

I can't arrest you for murder...

but I can arrest you on
quite a few other charges.

The clerk out there, he
spilled ink when I came in.

Don't tell me no ink.

Either you've had too
much to drink or not enough.

Now, clear out of here.

You try to collect a debt...

the man welches, pulls a
gun, you shoot him first...

the sheriff investigates,
and finds absolutely nothing.

What do you do? You
forget it? You can't.

You are out $10,000. All
right, where do you begin?

The clerk without ink on
his hands, where else?

Getting a line on the clerk
took less than an hour.

He didn't look, think or act
like most people in Virginia City.

His name was Venner and he lived
in a lodging house on Taylor Street.

I wonder if you could help me,
ma'am. I'm trying to find a Mr. Venner.

He's dead.

What?

Struck down by a wagon.

Thank you, ma'am.

To begin with, Mr. Maverick, I've
already heard your fantastic story...

about killing my partner.

It happened, Mr. Horne,
exactly as I told the sheriff it did.

It couldn't have.

My partner is standing
right out there now.

Hello, Mr. Maverick.

I don't believe we've met.

This is the man you
played poker with last night.

The man who owes me $10,000?

I'm, uh, sorry I was so
rude last night, Mr. Maverick.

Well, I'm sorry I killed you.

I prefer you don't persist in
telling that story, Maverick.

- Good day, Mr. Horne.
- Good day, Mr. Maverick.

- Mister, uh...
- Bordeen.

Of course.

What to do about Maverick?

Depends on what he does.

Follow him.

What about him?

He'll behave.

Won't you?

- I don't like this.
- You will.

Be patient.

Nobody likes being
a millionaire at first.

Half my problem was solved now.

I had my $10,000.

Solving the other half suddenly
didn't seem too important.

Suppose I did prove
I'd killed Bordeen...

I'd still have to prove that
I'd done it in self-defense.

Uh-uh! No percentage.

A trip to San Francisco suddenly
seemed like a better idea.

An hour later, I
had my ticket...

and nothing to do till the
stage left the next morning.

Mr. Maverick?

Hello.

Hello.

I'm Jane Vaughn.

Heh, I'm not very
flattered either.

- I've got the worst memory in the world.
- Heh.

That's all right. I'm not being very fair.
We only met once, just for a few minutes.

Club in New Orleans.

- Of course, the Jambalaya Club.
- Yes, that's right.

- It certainly took me long enough.
- Heh.

Well, nice seeing you
again, Mr. Maverick.

Well, no, wait.

- I'll walk along with you, if I may.
- Well, I'm just going back to my hotel.

I won't be keeping you, will I?

No, no.

I don't have anything to do till tomorrow
morning's stage leaves for San Francisco.

Still trying to place me?

No, I'm trying to place who
you were with when we met.

Oh, he was a very
handsome gentleman.

Husband?

Uh-uh. Brother.

- Miss Vaughn.
- Mr. Maverick.

It's a lovely day today. I have
nothing to do. I'd like you to join me.

Doing nothing?

How about a ride in the country,
a picnic lunch, champagne?

- Mr. Maverick?
- Yes, Miss Vaughn.

I accept.

- Jane?
- Mm-hm?

Why did you talk to
me on the street today?

Well, I always talk
to my old friends.

How could we be old friends
if we've never met before?

But we have met.

At the Jambalaya Club?

- Yes, that's right.
- No, it isn't.

I made that up.

Why?

Because I knew you were
lying about knowing me.

How?

Your face.

It's too pretty to forget.

If I'd ever met you before,
I'd have remembered you.

And why didn't you say
something about it at the time?

What's your real name?

Ellen.

Ellen what?

Ellen Bordeen.

John Bordeen's daughter?

Niece. Ralph
Bordeen is my father.

So John Bordeen has a brother.

Yes.

Have you seen him, Mr. Maverick?
Do you know where my father is?

I think so.

But why did you wanna
get together with me?

Well, I heard the story that you
claimed to have shot John Bordeen.

So?

- So it was someplace to start.
- Start what?

Mr. Maverick, my father
and I live on a small ranch...

just outside of Carson City.

Well, I was away for a few days, and
when I got back, my father was gone.

No note, no message, nothing.

Suitcase was gone
and some of his clothes.

Mr. Maverick, my
father is a timid man.

In five years, he hasn't been
five miles away from that ranch.

He never does anything
without talking to me first.

I'm all he has.

Why did you come
to Virginia City?

Well, I wanted to see if my
uncle knew anything about it.

- John Bordeen?
- Yes.

But I couldn't find him.

And then I heard that you had
claimed to have killed John Bordeen.

Did you, Mr. Maverick?

In self-defense.

I'm sorry.

Don't be on my account.

I hated my Uncle John.

Treated my father
like dirt, worse.

About 20 years ago, he
cheated him out of a gold claim.

That gold claim was
the start of John Bordeen.

I don't think my
father ever got over it.

So I thought there might
be some connection.

Do you think there is?

I don't know.

- But I do know where your father is.
- Where?

Out at Horne's ranch, posing
as your late Uncle John.

Why? Why would he
do a thing like that?

Are you sure of what
you're talking about?

Did you see my father?
Did you talk with him?

Today.

John Bordeen died
owing me $10,000.

I wanted my money.

Your father paid me off...

and tried to make me believe
that he was the man I'd killed.

But why should he pretend
to be a man he hated?

For some reason, Jerome Horne doesn't
want it known that his partner is dead.

What reason?

Mr. Maverick...

if my father is posing as John
Bordeen, he's doing it against his will.

- Possibly.
- Probably.

But what can I do about it?

Go to the sheriff, I guess.

No.

Sheriff was put into
office by Jerome Horne.

Will you help me?

No, ma'am.

Not very noble, are you?

No, ma'am.

- Because you have your $10,000?
- Yes, ma'am.

Well, I guess we better get...

You didn't like the picnic.

Mr. Maverick, I'm going
to take your $10,000...

and I'm going to keep it
until you find out for me...

why Jerome Horne
is using my father.

I can work from there myself.

Do you really think you
can force me to help you?

I'm going to try.

I mean business, Mr. Maverick.

Can you hit what's left?

Let's talk business.

There's nothing to talk about.

You just give me the money.

When you find out what I wanna
know, you'll get it back. It's that simple.

No, not so simple.

What if I won't give
you the money?

Then I'll kill you.

And do what about getting
the information you want?

I'll still have your $10,000.

So I'll use it to hire someone
to do the work for me.

- You sound determined.
- I am.

I love my father, and in a way, you're
responsible for everything that's happened.

So I feel very righteous
about forcing you to help me.

Now, put the money on the seat.

Yes, ma'am.

Move over there.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll leave your gun on the road.

Goodbye, Mr. Maverick.

All right, you didn't hide
the money in your room.

The clerk didn't put it in the
safe. That leaves you, personally.

Come near me and
I'm gonna scream.

If I don't get my money,
I'll scream louder.

Now, don't you dare. Don't
you dare come near me. All right.

All right, I'll give you
back your money.

It's in the bureau.

I looked in the bureau. I
turned every drawer inside out.

It's not in a drawer. It's under
one. It's glued to the bottom one.

It's all there.

I gave up.

After you slugged me?

I didn't like slugging you.

You poor girl. Now,
what's the real reason?

Well, I guess I misjudged you.

You work on your own terms.

If I take your money away from
you, well, you go after the money...

instead of what I want you
to go after to get the money.

It was my mistake and I'm sorry.

Oh, and I'm so sorry I did that.

That's all?

I think we're in business.

You mean you'll help me? You'll
go out to the ranch after my father?

When I find out more about
why Horne is using your father.

You know, you're funny, Bret.

What you won't do for
$10,000, you will do for nothing.

You're rather impulsive.

For a start, for some proof
that I was telling the truth...

about the gunfight
with Bordeen...

I headed back discreetly...

to the Horne-Bordeen
Holding Company office.

The door where Bordeen's bullets
had gone was something to go on.

They hadn't had time to repair the
door before I'd returned with the sheriff.

But they had had time to
switch the door with another one.

So far so good.

The hinges had been
worked on recently.

The problem was simple
now, find the original door.

It was in one of the
rooms in the building.

How many rooms were there?

Then again, maybe, it
was right in this room.

There it was, buried in
what was now the closet door.

You're gonna burn
your fingers. Hold it.

Turn around.

Drop your gun belt.

Kick it over here.

Do you know,
for a while there...

I really thought you were
gonna go to San Francisco.

So did I, for a while.

You should have.

You all right, Mr. Maverick?

I'm fine, thanks to you...
Mr. Jennings, was it?

Alex Jennings.

I am not used to these.

You did fine, Mr. Jennings.

But what were you doing
here in the first place?

You following him?

No, I was following
you, then I saw him.

His name is Norman Brock.

He works for Horne and Bordeen.

Kills for them, I should say.

Well, what were you
doing following me?

I wanna talk to
you, Mr. Maverick...

about you having
shot John Bordeen.

- Is that true?
- Yeah.

Can we go somewhere
and talk? My place?

It's very important
to me, Mr. Maverick.

It might be important
to me too, Mr. Jennings.

Now, this is the Comstock Lode.

The heat comes from these
boiling, underground springs.

The gases rise over here.

Now, my tunnel will be a means of
drawing off water and gases alike...

reducing the temperature to close
to normal surface temperature...

and eliminating the
gases almost entirely.

Fresh, cool air, Mr. Maverick.

Safety.

How long is the tunnel now?

Twenty-one thousand
three hundred and seven feet.

A little over four miles.

A hundred and eighty-seven
feet over as of tonight.

Mr. Maverick, there is no
little when you dig a tunnel.

Every inch counts
after 16 years.

Sixteen years?

It should've taken only four,
but for Horne and Bordeen...

they have fought me
right from the start...

stopped me wherever they could.

At the banks, in the courts, even
in the congress of the United States.

They have made me a
figure of public ridicule.

Jennings' Folly is the
name my tunnel goes by...

and the names for me are worse.

But why?

How does the tunnel hurt them?

Their railroad.

They make their money carting the
ore out of the mines, into the refineries.

And the tunnel will
make it a short haul?

One-tenth of the
distance, Mr. Maverick.

That is the reason
I started this tunnel.

It was a railroad first, a
means of ventilation second.

Now, it's the other way around?

It has been for the
past seven years.

Mr. Maverick...

these are medical histories
of over 400 men, miners...

who died working in
the Comstock Lode.

Each death can be directly attributed
either to the gas in the mine, or the heat.

Doesn't the public
know about this?

The public only knows what Horne
and Bordeen want them to know.

Mr. Maverick, did you shoot
John Bordeen as you've said?

Mm-hm.

But I heard that when you went back to
the office his body wasn't there anymore.

That's right.

They don't want
Bordeen's death known.

- Why?
- There's only one reason I can think of.

Horne and Bordeen are
in great financial trouble.

I know they've spent
a fortune fighting me.

That must be it.

What does have to do with Horne
covering up Bordeen's death?

The courts, Mr. Maverick.

Bordeen's death will throw their
partnership into probate for the heirs.

The company's records
would have to be made public.

The creditors might panic,
demand their money, foreclose.

This could mean the end of them.

You could be right.

Bordeen's brother is
posing as Bordeen right now.

What?

Why, then I am right.

Do you know what that
means to me, Mr. Maverick?

It means that at last
I've got Horne on the run.

You will help me, won't you, when
it comes time to expose Horne?

Well, let's say I won't
stand in your way.

Mixing in other people's business
isn't my profession, Mr. Jennings.

Sometimes we can't stay out of other
people's business, can we, Mr. Maverick?

We can try.

Good night, Mr. Jennings.

Good night, Mr. Maverick.

Howdy. MAN: Howdy.

Fence posts.

Fence posts? I got no
instructions for fence posts.

- Where are you from?
- Colride Lumber.

Never heard of them.

- Where are your shipping orders?
- In back with the fence posts.

- Let's have a look at it.
- All right, I'll show it to you.

Well, open it up.

Get inside, mister.

Father! Oh!

Are you all right? I was afraid
something terrible happened.

No, no. I'm fine,
just fine, my dear.

- Mr. Bordeen?
- Mr. Maverick.

Mr. Maverick got
us here in a wagon.

- We can get out the same way. Come on.
- Hold on. Why do we wanna get out?

You're being held a
prisoner here, aren't you?

I was.

You're not now?

Doesn't Horne wanna pass
you off as your brother anymore?

Oh, yes, by all means.

But I no longer object.

- But why not?
- Why should I?

What's wrong with being John Bordeen,
millionaire partner of Jerome Horne?

I rather like the idea.

Your father is a timid man?

From Havana, Cuba.

Father, you want to
be John Bordeen, right?

Why not, Ellen? John
Bordeen has money...

jewelry, elegant surroundings.

I was just writing you about
it when you came in, Ellen...

to ask you to join me here
and share in this life with me.

What did Ralph
Bordeen ever have?

Poverty.

Doing without for a lifetime hasn't been
pleasant, especially when I did without...

because my own brother cheated
me out of what should've been mine.

I have never known one
moment of gracious living, Ellen...

nor your mother...

nor you.

You see what I'm
getting at, don't you?

She's way ahead of you.

Well, why not?

Why shouldn't he have a little luxury,
and a little comfort, and a few riches?

Well, there's always the gout.

Tsk. Don't mind
Mr. Maverick, Father.

He's just upset about
somebody named Jennings...

who wants to build a
tunnel, or something.

I'll get over it.

You know, Father,
I think you're right.

I think we have a very
lovely life ahead of us.

You'll forgive me
if it takes a while to

get adjusted to being
a rich man's daughter.

Niece.

The price tag is on the bottom.

Tsk. Don't be a
spoilsport, Bret.

I wouldn't think of it.
Goodbye, Ellen, Mr. Bordeen.

Where are you going?

The wagon. I
rented it by the hour.

Oh, stop it.

Now, why shouldn't Father
get everything he can out of this?

It was Uncle John that cheated
him out of the claim in the first place.

I didn't say a word.

I know what you're thinking:

"Poor Mr. Jennings!"

Well, I never stood in his
way, neither did Father.

Let him build all the tunnels
he wants to. Why blame us?

- I'm not blaming anybody.
- Well, then, where are you going?

No place.

I hoped we weren't
gonna meet again.

Imagine how I feel.

- Take him out.
- No, leave him alone.

I've been listening to
you from outside, Ellen.

You're obviously interested
in the finer things in life.

They're not free, you know.

Well, the price better
not be too high, Mr. Horne.

If you kill him, you'll get
no cooperation from me.

Mr. Maverick tried
to help me, us.

Can't end this way,
we're not murderers.

No harm must come to
my daughter, gentlemen.

- Suggestion?
- Go ahead.

Why all this talk about
what to do with Maverick?

Let him go. He can't hurt you.

- He can ruin everything...
- Be quiet.

Go ahead.

No one believed me when
I said I killed John Bordeen.

Why should they start
believing me now...

when I say that John Bordeen's
brother is taking his place?

They might stop laughing
and start getting nasty.

After all, Mr. Horne, you,
John Bordeen's partner...

swear that this is John Bordeen.

And you, his niece,
tell the same story.

Who's gonna believe
me? Alex Jennings?

So why should I make
the effort? That's my point.

- Where will you go from here?
- San Francisco.

The sooner the better.

Well, you're not the most grateful
of men. I just saved your life.

You also got rid of
a bad conscience.

Goodbye, Ellen. Happy money.

Don't let him
disturb you, Ellen.

He doesn't.

My pappy had it right.

Stick your nose in other people's
business, and you'll get it bent.

My business is gambling.

Jennings' is building
tunnels, and that's that.

All set, folks, you
can get aboard now.

What was that?

- It was a gas explosion.
- How do you know?

Well, I was in one of these once, mister.
Come on, they'll need every one of us.

How about you? We need
all the help we can get.

Let's go, friend.
It's brawn we need.

- No, I'm going to San Francisco.
- Yeah, later.

- No, wait, you don't understand.
- Come on, everybody helps.

Stretcher.

Mr. Maverick.

It's a pretty hot little mine
you got here, Mr. Jennings.

Looks like I was
right, Mr. Maverick.

About it sometimes being hard to
stay out of other people's business.

No, nonsense.

I was just doing
this for the exercise.

Hello, Bret. How do you feel?

Surprised.

- What are you doing here?
- Worrying about you.

Why? Something go
wrong with your inheritance?

Everything.

Spare me the details.
I'm not interested.

Yes, you are.

I'm on your side,
Bret. Jennings' side.

Well, don't make it any worse
for me. I don't like what I'm doing...

and I don't like to give
up what I'm giving up.

But when I heard you'd
volunteered to risk your life...

by going into the mine, well,
everything changed for me.

Volunteered?

Don't try to deny it.

I was out shopping
when I heard all about it...

looking at silk dresses.

Suddenly, I felt so ashamed.

Now that I have seen all this,
Bret, I could never go back.

A hundred men were killed here,
just blown to bits in one horrible second.

I can't stand in Jennings' way.

Are you sure?

All this won't look
so grim by morning.

It'll look grim to me a
hundred mornings from now.

What about your
farm in Carson City?

How will that look
in the light of day?

Beautiful.

I was just checking.

I'm really grateful
to you, Bret.

You know, if you hadn't volunteered
to go down into the mine...

I might never have taken
a second look at things.

- What is it, Bret? Are you all right?
- I'm fine, fine.

- Wait a minute. I'll go get a doctor.
- No, no. It's nothing.

Are you sure?

Positive.

Somebody need a
doctor over there?

No, no, everything is all right.

- Here, here, let me help you.
- Oh, thanks.

Oh, heh.

Say...

how about your father? Does
he know you've changed sides?

Mm-mm.

We're gonna have to
go rescue him again.

- Pshoo.
- Bret, are you sure you're all right?

Oh, I'm weak as a kitten.

I think you'll make it
to my carriage, kitten.

Hold it.

You left your carriage in a very
convenient place, Miss Bordeen.

There's a barn over there.

What happens there?

Mr. Horne's gone
through a lot of expense...

over this John Bordeen
business, Mr. Maverick.

It can't all come to nothing...

just because the little lady
there suffered a change of heart.

Move.

That's far enough.

When I say Horne, you faint.

Turn around.

You know, you're making
one mistake, Brock.

What's Ralph
Bordeen going to say?

How cooperative is he going to be
when he finds out you shot his daughter?

He'll never find out.

You're both gonna
die accidentally.

With bullets?

From a carriage accident.

You were running away together.

Your carriage lost a
wheel, went over the cliff.

Clever.

Whose idea was that?

Yours or Horne's?

You can get up now.

Ellen?

- Hey, Ellen.
- Mm.

I guess I should have
said, "Pretend to faint."

- Is everything...?
- Everything is fine.

- You're not gonna faint again, are you?
- Heh.

No.

No, not if you keep
talking to me, I won't.

About what?

Oh, I don't know.

Tell me about a picnic
you're gonna take me on.

Okay, a picnic it is.

As soon as we take
care of Mr. Horne.

The first thing we're
gonna have is...?

- Champagne.
- Sunshine.

And there'll be no
gunplay whatsoever.

It'll just be the two
of us and the ants.

Five days later, a lot of changes
have been made in Virginia City.

Ralph Bordeen had
been rescued again.

Jerome Horne was
on trial for murder...

and Alex Jennings had
gone to Washington...

at the invitation of
the U.S. Congress.

And Ellen and I...

were finally able to keep
our appointment with the ants.

Bless you.

Thanks.