Maverick (1957–1962): Season 1, Episode 9 - Stampede - full transcript

Hold it. I'll take that
gold, friend Maverick.

Try anything and
you'll stop a bullet.

Buckley, you're a crook and a
cheat and a double-crosser...

but you're not a killer.

You could no more squeeze that
trigger than quit marking decks.

Lash those sacks onto
my spare horse, friend.

The only way you'll
get them is with a bullet.

In 187 5, gold was discovered
in the Black Hills of Dakota...

and a great stampede of
gold-hungry men was started...

thousands coming up the
wide Missouri by steamboat.

Dance-hall girls
and entertainers...



men who'd spent their last dime
on a new suit and a steamboat ticket.

Men with strong backs...

and men with a flair for making
money with three walnut shells.

Saloonkeepers...

women of mystery...

and men like me.

My name is Bret Maverick.

I sometimes try my hand at a
game of whist or even poker.

Open for 100.

That's agreeable.

- How are you doing, handsome?
- I'm holding my own.

Pompey, have you met Tony Cadiz?

Oh, yes, we've met. When
did he crawl onboard?

I see you have a new stable
of harpies, Madam Pompey.



Was about time.

Harpies, my bustle.

Why these are sweet
and genteel girls

straight out of finishing
school in St. Louis.

And each one a
gifted entertainer.

So gifted you had to drag them
to Deadwood to make a living?

Girls.

Hey, girls!

Girls, I've got somebody
I want you to meet.

Girls, you can look
east, you can look west...

you can look north,
and you can look south.

But you're never gonna find a
dirtier louse than Tony Cadiz.

If he comes near
you, just spit in his eye.

- That was very funny.
- Take him, Bret.

Take him for every
dirty dime he's got.

Well, I'm working on it.

Watch out for that.

Well, thanks, Pompey,
but I'd already noticed.

Just so you'll know.

You may talk about
your dearest May

And sing of Rosa Lee

But the yellow rose of Texas
Beats the belles of Tennessee

Hey!

Checking.

There's a thousand dollars here.

Now, I know that this thousand
dollar bill wasn't on the table...

but if it's all
right with you...

I always believe in backing
a good hand, Maverick.

Two thousand.

As long we're
bypassing the rules...

here's your 2000.

I've got 2000 more if you
think you can raise the money...

that says you're bluffing.

I think I can get it.

The hand stays on the table.

Well, that was my intention.

Would you see that no
one touches these, miss?

I'd be pleased to.

Uh, just so there are
no minor miracles...

I'll be right back.

Excuse me, sir.

Pompey, would you still
like to see me take Cadiz?

- How much you need, Bret?
- Two thousand.

- Got a good hand?
- I got 2300 of my own invested in it.

I'm gonna gamble with you.

Listen, if you lose, you owe
me nothing, if you win, I get 3000.

- Is it a deal?
- It's a deal.

- This I gotta see.
- Me too.

You gotta see... - Me too...

Here's $2000. I'm calling.

Full house.

Tied on kings, Maverick.

Pretty good hand.

- Pompey, you do the honors?
- Sure.

Seven, seven, seven...

queen...

Seven!

Oh, you did it!

Man, I love you, love
you, love you. Mwah.

- There's your 3000, Pompey. Many thanks.
- That's the quickest thousand I ever made.

I'll back you any time, kid.
Especially against this polecat.

Battler!

Maverick, this is
Battling Kreuger.

Battler, show him what you
can do with that iron bar of yours.

Maverick, watch this.

I'm watching.

So he has muscles.

Muscles that will pay
off big in Deadwood.

There ain't a man alive can
stand 10 rounds with the Battler.

He's taken all comers from
New Orleans to St. Louis.

In Deadwood, I give odds of
2-to-1 that no man can beat him.

He's a gold mine in himself.
I'll tell you what I'll do, Maverick.

I'll sell you a quarter
interest in the Battler for 2500.

Well, if you have luck with this bruiser in
Deadwood, I'll give you another chance.

Set them up for the girls.

- I didn't know you were a drinker.
- I'm not. Doesn't keep me...

from buying them for my friends.
- All right, girls.

It takes quite a man
to outsmart Tony Cadiz.

So they tell me.

You and I ought to team up
in Deadwood, Mr. Maverick.

My name is Coral Stacey.

Besides being beautiful, what
can you do that's so special?

- I'm a dealer, faro and blackjack.
- A dealer, huh?

Yeah. They've got a few
lady dealers in New Orleans.

They look good, but they're
not much on card savvy.

I have both.

Would you like to step in out
of the wind and I'll show you?

Lead on.

Customers like me.

They keep coming back
again and again for more.

You, uh, wonder why?

Well, I could make
a couple of guesses.

Maverick.

- Nice work, Coral.
- I thought so.

Tony, you're slipping.

Dump him, Battler.

Let's hope
Mr. Maverick can swim.

Catch hold of my
cane, weary traveler.

Thanks, friend. For a minute, I didn't
think I was gonna make it to shore.

You didn't.

I'm glad to have you aboard. It was
getting pretty lonely on this island.

Island?

In the middle of the wide
Missouri River, friend.

- Maverick.
- Dandy Jim Buckley. Small world.

Uh-uh. Later, friend, later.

I've got to protect my new gloves, you
know. They're very expensive, ha, ha.

What are you doing here?

No, don't tell me, I know.

Well...

I bought a new holdout clamp
device. Worked on springs.

It would drop an ace into your
palm with a flick of the wrist.

It was amazing. Ha, ha.

And the blasted contraption
developed a squeak.

Must have been embarrassing.

Oh, the skipper of the Far
West was not a reasonable man.

He stripped me of every dollar, then
marooned me on this disgusting mudbank.

By the way, before asking
what you were doing in the river...

you got any money?

You too, Brutus.

No, wait, wait.

Oh.

It'll make interesting conversation
and help pass the time.

So go ahead, who cleaned you?

I'm not sure.

I had just taken Tony
Cadiz for over 4000...

Tony Cadiz?

- Going to Deadwood, of course.
- Right.

I'd taken Cadiz...

and I stepped out on a
deck for a quiet smoke...

this pretty redhead
came out and she said...

"Why don't we team up?

- I'm a dealer, faro and blackjack."
- How the flaming...?

Probably said her name
was Coral something or other.

Well, her right name is
Mrs. Tony Cadiz. Heh, heh.

You were knocked over the
head, robbed and tossed in the river.

- Correct me if I'm wrong.
- Sounds like you know the lady.

Seven thousand dollars' worth,
happened six weeks ago in St. Louis.

I should very much like to
catch up with friend Cadiz.

I'd settle for some dry clothes. You
got anything in that fancy suitcase?

One shirt, very expensive.

And a few tricks of the trade.

Looks like a map of some kind.

Vermillion?

- Isn't that about 60 miles up the river?
- Uh-huh.

"Twin Peaks, Mountain Meadow...

Diamond Falls."

Sixty paces to where?

X marks the spot where
40,000 in gold dust...

- is supposed to be buried.
- Forty thousand.

- Nice round sum.
- The man I got it from...

claims he and his partner held
up the Wells Fargo in Vermillion.

His partner was killed,
his horse broke a leg...

so he buried the gold
dust and lit out on foot.

I guess he had some
reasons why he didn't go back.

I found him in Natchez
in a dive on Silver Street.

He had a bullet in his chest.
Compliments of a Wells Fargo detective.

And he had a woman
with him. Pretty little thing.

He had no money and was worried
about her, so I gave him 200 for the map.

The old buried-treasure gag.

He died that night.

A dying man might
just be telling the truth.

My thought exactly.

That's why I bought the map.

If we find the gold dust, we
cut it down the middle, fifty-fifty.

Uh, that doesn't sound like the
Dandy Jim Buckley that I know.

Heh. I haven't changed.

Just my situation.

This cursed island is over a
quarter of a mile from shore.

You have to tow
me, I can't swim.

Now I recognize you.

You know, Deadwood
is over 400 miles.

Think your feet will hold out?

This, um, bauble should be good for
two horses and saddles, friend Maverick?

Uh, I'll keep the
map, my friend.

Just so you won't be tempted
to turn me loose in the river.

Now I won't ditch
you in the water...

and you won't run out on
me when we reach the shore.

Buckley's little bauble not only
got us two horses and saddles...

but $80 in the bargain.

And three days later, we'd
reached our first landmark.

Must be the Twin
Peaks, all right.

Now, we cross the ridge between,
drop down into the Mountain Meadow...

find the Diamond Shape Falls, step
off 60 paces north, and start digging.

- Be dark when we get there.
- Not quite. There will be a moon.

Buried treasure and
moonlight. Pleasant thought.

Hyah.

By nightfall, we'd crossed the ridge and
come down into the Mountain Meadow.

There was only one thing wrong: The
meadow had sprouted a full-size town.

Don't look at me like
that, how was I to know?

- That's what I'm wondering.
- Come, come, Maverick.

Small settlements are
springing up all over.

Just means we'll have to work at
night. And now is a good time to start.

Well, well, well, as I live and
breathe, the Diamond Shape Falls.

I knew you'd be lucky for
me the moment I saw you.

Look over there.

That's due north.

That building ought to
be just about 60 paces.

No, no, it's much farther than
that. Uh, the moonlight plays tricks.

Well, step it out for yourself
and you'll see I'm right.

One, two, three...

55, 56, 57...

Well, was I right?

Now, what the
devil was that for?

You knew they'd built a jail over
there. You've been here before.

Here?

Well, uh, as a matter
of fact, yes, I have been.

That was another reason for
the 50 percent. I needed help.

- Why pick on me?
- There was no one else here I could trust.

So I was on my way to
St. Louis to get my cousin...

whom I don't trust very much
either, when I ran into you.

And your greatest weakness, my friend,
is that you're completely trustworthy.

Also, I needed someone
with special qualities.

A strong man for the digging
and a man who won't mind...

being tossed into jail.

For $20,000.

Not bad.

But what about the marshal?

He's over there now. He
might not like the digging.

At 9:00, he locks up and goes
home. You'll be there all alone.

And that's when you hand me
the tools, through the window?

Yes, of course.

And then I hand you the
gold back through the window.

- Yes.
- And I'm left there all alone...

locked up tight.

Maverick, my friend, have I
ever given you cause to think...?

Oh, I have, eh?

All right, then suppose you
come up with a better plan.

- Low man goes to jail.
- Oh, no, no.

I'm supplying the brains in this
deal, you, my friend, the brawn.

Cut or get yourself
another jailbird.

Well, if you put it that way.

A king.

I seem to have lost my touch.

Ahh, now, let's see.

What can I do to get
myself tossed into jail?

Something inconsequential
that will only get me a day or two.

Well, ahem, you
try to figure it out.

You're supposed to be
the brains of the outfit.

Your name Maverick?

- That's right.
- Let's see your watch.

My watch? Sure.

What's this all about, marshal?

Hmm.

Splendid job of apprehension.

That's my watch, marshal.

You'll find my name
engraved on the inside.

That's right, Mr. Buckley.

- Is this lunatic accusing me of...?
- It was in your pocket.

Maybe it was, but
I didn't put it there.

Heh. That's what
they always say.

- Why, you...
- None of that now. None of that.

Look, marshal, can't
you see through Buckley?

He's a well-known
con man, a crook.

Must've put that watch
in my pocket himself.

Oh, come, come, you
can do better than that.

A hardened pickpocket like you?

Better lock him up, marshal.
He's a dangerous character.

We'll go talk to the
justice of the peace.

- Closing up shop, marshal?
- Yep. I lock up at 9.

I'll bring your breakfast
over at 6 sharp...

then you start
paying for your keep.

Felling trees and sawing
them up for winter fuel.

- Looks like you're the boss.
- You're darn tooting, I am.

Psst. Maverick.

Maverick.

You dirty, low-down...

Oh, tut-tut-tut, man, let's
not quibble over trivialities.

Look here, I
brought you the tools.

- You know, I ought to break your neck.
- Oh, the urge will pass.

Besides, it's much better to
have the brains on the outside.

As witness, these.

The gold dust is supposed
to be in two 50-pound bags.

You'll never get them through
these bars, heh, so I made these.

You just transfer the
dust into them. Clever?

Yeah.

How deep is this stuff
supposed to be buried?

Oh, 5 to 6 feet, I believe.

And with those muscles, it oughtn't
to take you over a couple of hours.

You, you got me stuck in
this chicken coop for 60 days.

Oh, don't be silly, partner.

In the morning, I'll use some
of the gold to pay your fine.

And we'll be on our
merry way to Deadwood.

Yeah.

Maverick.

Maverick, have you got it?

It's here, all right.

- Forty thousand dollars.
- Ah. Beautiful, isn't it?

You won't forget to
bail me out, will you?

First thing in the
morning. Cross my heart.

And now, old friend, goodbye.

Good luck and
bless you. Ha-ha-ha.

Come back here, Buckley.
Buckley, come back here!

I'll take that gold,
friend Maverick.

Try anything and
you'll stop a bullet.

Buckley, you're a crook and a
cheat and a double-crosser...

but you're not a killer.

You could no more squeeze that
trigger than quit marking decks.

Lash those sacks onto
my spare horse, friend.

The only way you'll
get them is with a bullet.

You know, I could learn
to dislike you intensely.

Oh, all right, take
the blasted animal.

Our deal was to
split down the middle.

Maverick, old friend.

You are, as I said before...

completely trustworthy.

What are we stopping here for?
- Howdy, sheriff.

My name is Bret Maverick.
My partner, Jim Buckley.

I understand Wells Fargo pays 10 percent
reward on the return of stolen gold.

That's correct. You got some?

We've got some.

We found it hiding in some
rocks up around Twin Peaks.

I was hoping that you'd be kind enough
to take us to the Wells Fargo office.

I'd be glad to.

And I'm proud to meet
two such upright citizens.

The Wells Fargo office
is right down the street.

Aw, cheer up, friend Buckley.

We still have $2000 apiece
and a clear conscience.

A clear conscience.

We just lost $36,000.

I've pulled some pretty
mean tricks in my day...

but I've never stooped
to such foul, nauseating...

Look out! Get back! Get back!

Don't you ever give a shout?

I'm mighty sorry,
folks, I didn't hear you.

You know, horses don't make
much noise on them pine needles.

But if you wait just a
minute while I clear the trail...

Maverick, my friend...

didn't you say that Cadiz has got
a fighter who takes on all comers?

At 2-to-1 odds.

I'll handle this,
friend Buckley.

Well...

she's all clear now.

Ah, we're in no hurry.

My name is Bret Maverick.
This is my partner, Jim Buckley.

- Noah Perkins.
- How do you do?

Mighty pretty country you got
here. A little lonely, though, isn't it?

Aw, shucks, it ain't lonely, Mr. Maverick.
Why, I got lots of friends here.

There's bear, coon, birds, elk.

Why, the whole
valley is full of friends.

Long about dark, why, they
all come up to my house...

and we sit around and
watch the stars and...

It's quiet and peaceful,
but it ain't lonely.

A lot of folks moving west.

Won't be long the people start moving in
this valley and start hunting and killing.

I worry about that considerable.

I keep turning it
over in my mind.

I never did hold with
killing harmless wildlife.

Of course, there is a way
you could protect them.

I don't know about
that. I wish there was.

Oh, this is all government land.
Sells for about 50 cents an acre.

Why, you could buy this whole
valley for a thousand dollars.

That way they'd be safe.

Where would a man like
me get that much money?

Ever do any fighting?

- Fistfighting?
- Ah.

That's the reason I come
out here from Council Bluffs.

They was always picking
on me on account of my size.

Oh, don't tell me
they beat you up, huh?

I ain't never been beat yet.

But I don't hold for
jaw-busting, Mr. Buckley.

Well, just one fight would
get you that thousand dollars.

No. I don't reckon I
wanna do it that way.

Uh, Noah, I know a fighter
who just lives to hunt.

He slaughters deer
just for the sake of killing.

Well, he ain't done
no killing in this valley.

And if there's two
things I'm square agin...

one is fighting and
the other is lying.

I'm glad to know that.

Did I hear you say that
nobody ever licked you?

I don't reckon nobody could.

Um, Noah, you know, Mr. Maverick
wasn't lying about this Kreuger.

He sneaks up on deer at night...

blinds them with a
lantern, and then...

starts shooting.

Fighting's plumb agin my nature.

I thought you were gonna
bring a friend with you.

Cedrick, come on out
and meet our new friends.

This here is Mr. Maverick...

that's Mr. Buckley.

Now, well, Cedrick,
remember we're your friends.

- Yeah.
- Just in case he forgets, Noah...

would you mind leading the way?

By about 50 paces.

Well, he's even
got it in writing.

Four thousand at 2-to-1.
Eight thousand for us.

Ah. Sweet music.

And a thousand for Noah.

Remember, Buckley,
nobody gets gypped in this.

Not you, not me, not even Noah.

How about Tony Cadiz?

Well, we'll handle him
gently but thoroughly.

- I'm standing.
- All right.

- Pay 21. JOE: It
just ain't my night.

Sorry, Joe.

We were gonna team up, remember?

Were we?

I don't recall you agreeing.

Difficult to talk from
the bottom of the river.

It's a very lonely place.

Too bad you weren't
there, Mrs. Cadiz.

How did you find
out I was Tony's wife?

Met a man on a sandbar. Hit me.

You're tempting me.

Standing.

Pay 21.

Twenty-one.

I didn't think you'd get here.

Well, I started swimming.

Well, well, well.

Practically old home
week, eh, friend Maverick?

It's a nice place. Yours?

Mine. I've been cleaning
up with the Battler.

You should've bought that 25
percent when you had the chance.

You know...

I was on the deck thinking about
that when something happened.

Like I said, I've been cleaning
up big. But I've been smart with it.

I gave some away, a
little here, a little there.

So that now, I've
got a lot of friends.

They'd back any play I'd make.

Big gun, huh?

The biggest.

Now, you boys had a
little tough luck in the past.

You might even
consider it a raw deal.

You've got another name for it?

No, but I'll give
you a friendly tip.

Just forget about it and
charge it up to experience.

Because if you don't,
you might run into trouble.

I wouldn't like that to happen.
Especially to a couple of old friends.

Well, thanks. It'll give us
something to think about.

Hi, handsome. Well, it's
all set for tomorrow night.

You're gonna get your thousand
dollars. You can buy the valley.

How's Cedrick?

He ain't none too pert, ma'am.

He didn't eat much supper
and he won't drink his milk.

Of course, Cedrick's
not used to cow's milk.

I always used to
give him goat's milk.

Why don't you feed
him a whisky sour?

- Tone his stomach up.
- I've got a better idea.

We saw the Battler fight today.

He's got a weak belly.

All you gotta do is go to work on
his midsection, the fight will be over.

You gotta remember
that, Noah. It's important.

I'll remember, Mr. Maverick.

But I'm plumb
worried about Cedrick.

It ain't like him to shy
off on his vittles this way.

Here's something that will
make him feel a lot better.

And you know about
making a hole in it too, ma'am.

Sure. I used to have pet skunk
of my own back in Pennsylvania.

I used to call him Jim Dandy.

Mr. Cadiz, meet Red McClinton,
champ of Cold Creek Diggins.

Red's gonna mop the floor
up with Battling Kreuger.

How much says so?

Two-to-one odds?

That's my standing offer.

We got 3000 says so. - Jack!

Jack Blair, my cashier,
will hold the stakes.

Here's my 6000.

Get your man in the ring.

Battler!

Come on.

Ladies and gents,
introducing on my left...

the challenger from Cold
Creek Diggins, Red McClinton.

On my right, that great
champion of Deadwood Gulch:

Battling Kreuger.

Oh, no!

- Get him back in there.
- Get up.

- Come on, get up.
- Come on.

One, two...

three...

four, five...

six, seven...

- eight, nine...
- Come on!

10, and out.

The winner and still
champion: Battling Kreuger!

Hold it, Mr. Cadiz. Me and the gals
found a fellow we think is pretty good.

We wouldn't mind risking
a little money on him.

- Bring him on. POMPEY:
We will, tomorrow night.

- But we'll settle the bets now.
- How much?

Suzie.

Here's 10,000.

You get your 20,000 and
pluck it right alongside.

Who is this fella?

Just call him
Pompey's mystery man.

Is this some pug you
imported from back east?

Heh. It doesn't matter.

The posters challenge
all comers, 2-to-1 odds.

I know. But I wanna look at anybody
the Battler fights before I place any bets.

Trying to crawfish out, huh?

No. But I run my business
according to Hoyle.

I'd like a look at the outside of
your mystery man ahead of time.

Not his wares.

For all I know, you may be
dragging in a grizzly bear.

Heh. He's hairy, but
he's no grizzly bear.

Although the Battler might
think he was afterwards.

Mr. Cadiz.

Be right back.

- Take that bet. It's a 14-karat cinch.
- You know who this mystery fellow is?

I've been seeing Frankie,
one of Pompey's girls.

Pompey's got her mystery man
on the second floor of the Bonanza.

It's a fella named Noah
Perkins. I know him.

- What's he like?
- He's big, all right.

Big and stupid and
afraid of his own shadow.

He lives alone in the woods,
claims he talks to the deer and bears.

You sure about this?

Look, I know him, I've seen him
back down from men half his size.

Pompey is sold on
him because he's big.

I don't think he'll even
show up for the fight.

Madam Pompey.

Think your mystery
man can whip the Battler?

He'll slaughter him.

You get together all the gold dust you
can and come back here tomorrow night.

All right, Pompey, although
it's not according to Hoyle...

I'll take that bet on your
mystery man, sight unseen.

Where's your 20,000?

Right here.

But as long as you're choosing
the rules, I'll make one too.

Fight time, 9:00 tomorrow night.

And if either fighter fails to make an
appearance, the money is forfeited.

Just wanna make sure I'm not
going through this for nothing.

You won't be. You better see the
Battler doesn't head for tall timber.

Pompey's mystery man is
gonna be Johnny-on-the-spot...

- with a 2-ton wallop in each fist.
- He'll be there.

And here's my 20,000.

Marshal Hunt!

There's been some sticky
fingers involved in this deal...

and I'd appreciate if
you'd take this money

over to the jail and
lock it up for the night.

I got an idea of what you mean.

I'd be glad to do
it for you, Pompey.

- How did I do, Pompey?
- You did just great, Jack.

Listen, here's your $200. Get
out of town before Cadiz finds out.

And don't leave till just before
the fight or Cadiz will smell a rat.

I plan on leaving at the
sound of the opening bell.

All right, gentlemen,
15,000 to match your 7500.

Right. MAN 2: Yeah.

Why'd you tell Pompey
you wouldn't fight the Battler?

I trusted you, Mr. Maverick,
and you outright lied to me.

What's this all about, Noah?

I met the Battler on the street
today and called him a dirty deer killer.

Said he ain't never
killed no deer before.

In fact, he likes deer.

Well, I'm sorry
about this, Noah...

but Cadiz, who owns the Battler, is
worse than a deer killer, he's a thief.

He stole $7000 from me and
over 4000 from Mr. Maverick.

- You wanna buy that valley, don't you?
- I got no call to fight the Battler now.

Look, Noah, your friends
have got $10,000 bet on you.

You don't want us to
lose everything we've got.

I'm mighty sorry, but fighting without
just cause is plumb agin my principles.

Principles be hanged,
I've got $2000 riding on you.

Noah, it'll only take
you a couple of minutes.

But you can't just
walk out on us now.

Mr. Maverick
outright lied to me.

And lying's a mighty bad thing.

I reckon I'll be going home
soon as Cedrick's feeling better.

But, Noah, can't
you forget your...?

Lay off him,
Buckley. He's right.

I shouldn't have lied to him.

Well, that's that.

Of course, I've been
flat busted before.

Well, it's the girls and
the miners I'm thinking of.

It's gonna be pretty
rough on them.

Wait a minute.

I've got an idea.

Last night, Pompey put no
name to her mystery man...

so...

we simply ring in a substitute.

Bearclaw Diggins bets $10,000...

Pompey's mystery man
can slaughter the Battler.

I'm sorry, gentlemen, we've already
laid out 35,000 to cover the bets...

- and we're just out of money.
- What are you trying to pull?

Last night, you said
you'd take all bets at 2-to-1.

And we will.

The Golden Nugget's worth
20,000, we'll put that up as security.

- Suit you?
- Suits me.

I always did crave to
own a saloon full of liquor.

Make way for
Pompey's mystery man!

That's the best you could do
for a mystery man, Pompey?

Got any more money to bet?

I wouldn't wanna
take your last dime.

Since when?

I brought along an impartial
referee too: Marshal Hunt.

Wait, I didn't agree to this.

Men, who'd you rather have?
Marshal Hunt or this crook?

- We'll take the marshal.
- Yeah.

We're gonna get
a fair fight this time.

Have it your way.

Marshal, you know the rules?

We're going to
use the new rules.

Three-minute rounds,
one-minute rest in between rounds.

Mr. Buckley will take
care of keeping time.

I reckon that's all.

- One, two...
- Maverick, get up, get up.

Three, four...

five...

six, seven...

eight, nine.

One...

two...

Oh, no, Maverick, take the nine count.
- Three.

Get him. Catch him!

Stand still! What
are you, nervous?

One, two...

three...

four, five...

six...

seven, eight...

Hey, what's this?

Three minutes are up,
gotta stick to the rules.

Come on.

His belly, Maverick, his belly.
You haven't been working on it.

Uh, but you're going great.

Aw, shut up.

Oh, it's no use, Bret,
I'm gonna call it off.

Hey, don't panic on me now.

We got too much money at stake.

- Come on.
- Come on.

- Get him.
- Come on.

Get him with a right!

Catch him!

One, two...

three...

four...

Stay down, Bret, stay there.
- Five...

six...

seven, eight...

nine.

One, two, three...

- four...
- Get up, Battler!

- Five...
- Battler, get up!

Six, seven...

eight, nine...

10, and out!

Come on, fellas, free
drinks for everybody!

The winner, the new
champion of Deadwood Gulch:

Bret Maverick!

You're a very brave
man, Mr. Maverick.

It should have been you.

Well, Pompey, here's
your chance to buy a saloon.

I imagine the miners will sell
pretty cheap once the liquor is gone.

I'm all through with that, Bret.
I'm gonna buy me a valley.

Don't tell me you've
fallen for Noah.

Listen, I waited a long time for a
handsome hunk of man like him.

Somebody who's honest and gentle.
I'm all through with the bright lights.

Sounds crazy, doesn't it?

Hey, Marshal Hunt.

Lead us to the loot.

I just a caught a fella
trying to blow down the wall.

I figured he was
after the money.

A fella with a planter's hat and
yellow gloves and silver-headed cane?

- Sure was.
- Why, that dirty low-down.

And you picked
him for a partner.

You're wrong, he picked me.

Maverick...

you're still alive?

Why, he massacred the Battler.

Well, well, heh, and now
we collect. Great, great.

Never doubted for a
minute you'd murder him.

So sure that you wanted to blast open
the jail and light out with the money?

But I was only trying
to protect us all.

Look, Maverick, you know,
you weren't doing so very well.

So the only way left
to beat that crook...

was to blast open the
jail and take the money.

Well, marshal, you heard
the gentleman's evil intent.

What he had in mind
ought to rate about 30 days?

No. With blasting
powder, it's 60 days.

Let's go over to your office
and divide up the money.

We'll leave your
share with the marshal.

No, no. You can't do this to
me, I was only trying to help.

Your share minus a
thousand for Noah.

Maverick, I'm your friend.

Didn't I pull you
from the river?

Didn't I let you in on the gold?

Didn't I get you tossed
into jail so you could...?

Good heavens. What am I saying?