Maverick (1957–1962): Season 2, Episode 19 - Duel at Sundown - full transcript

- Bret, you gotta get out of here fast.
- Why?

I just made a call
at the Webster farm.

A stranger stopped me and
asked me if you were in Sundown.

I said yes before I
knew who he was.

Who was he?

John Wesley Hardin.

I never figured he'd
find me way down here.

DOC: Well, he has
and he's gunning for you.

Now, generally
speaking, Mr. Maverick...

I'd insist on the
pleasure of gunning you.

But for strong personal reasons, I
think I'll let Wes Hardin do it for me.



I gotta stop running
sometime, Red.

I guess I got no
choice but to face him.

ANNOUNCER: Maverick.

Starring James
Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Bros.

Well, here we are, folks.

Thank you.

Driver, who is that girl
forcing us off the road like that?

We could've all been killed.

COACHMAN: Well,
that's Carrie Christianson.

You know, the last
time, she won the race.

I'm Bret Maverick. I didn't
know Jed had a grown daughter.

We Christiansons
are full of surprises.

Hop in, Mr. Maverick.



Isn't there a safer way
to get to the Molly-O?

You could walk.
It's only 9 miles.

No, thanks. Do
you mind if I drive?

- What's the matter, are you scared?
- Yeah.

- Hah!
- Bye, Red.

Turn right at the corner.

Mr. Maverick, my daddy's been
kind of skittish about horses...

ever since he was thrown.

I don't think he'd take too kindly to the
idea of me racing the stage into town.

- How is his leg?
- Oh, it's better.

Would you mind telling
him I was waiting here...

all prim and ladylike
when the coach arrived?

Your father and I have
been friends for a long time.

It wouldn't be
right to lie to him.

I'll bet that girl
forgot all about it.

I should've gone myself.

All the riding you're going to do for
the next week is right in this wheelchair.

There they are.

Now, take it easy now, Jed.

- Hey, Maverick!
- Hold it, Jed.

- Bret, how are you?
- Hi, Jed.

I thought the old rocking
chair would get you.

I didn't think it'd
be a wheelchair.

You ought to see
the horse. Ha-ha-ha.

Oh, Doc Baxter, Bret Maverick.

- Hi, doc.
- Pleasure, Bret.

This girl on time
to pick you up?

She was waiting for
me when I came in.

All prim and ladylike.

Come on inside.
Let's have a drink.

- Hello, Doctor Baxter.
- Hello, Carrie.

CARRIE [SINGING]:
Do you remember?

No, Carrie, over this side.

To cross the wide prairie

Carrie, I told
you not to do this.

[CARRIE SCATTING]

[CARRIE & JED LAUGHING]

You old rascal.

What you think of a man that'll
go a hundred miles out of his way...

to drop in on an old friend?

Oh, I'll try and figure
something fitting, Jed.

- How long can you stay, Bret?
- Thursday.

I'm off on the next stage.

- No longer than that?
- That's it.

- Eh.
- Ooh, I forgot...

that's one vice you
don't have. Here. Ha-ha.

I guess you'll wanna clean up.

Carrie, take him upstairs
and show him his room.

Thanks, Jed.

It won't work, Jed.

Yeah, you wait and see.

You can lead a horse to
water. Can't make him drink.

You can be pretty sure that he
will. That's the way I feel about this.

We'll start in by
making a bet...

that he won't be on that
stagecoach Thursday.

Maybe he won't, but it
still won't do you any good.

What's the big hurry, Bret?
Leadville will still be there.

In this part of the country,
how can you be sure?

Leadville's just
starting to boom.

That's the time when the
games are big and loose.

And with only a stake of $79?

I'll start in small games.

And faith and perseverance
will get me into the big ones.

Suppose your luck's bad.

Jed, only one man in a hundred
plays poker with any regard for the odds.

Luck's important only when you sit
down with men who play as tight as you do.

When I find that out, I quit.

It's gambling.

[JED LAUGHS]

Why don't you pour a brandy for
your old broken-down friend? He, he.

Fine brandy and good
cigar don't taste the same...

when there ain't nobody
to share them with.

I can't tell you what it
means your being here, Bret.

Well, someday when I
get thrown from a horse...

you can share my
brandy and cigars.

If I have any.

Bret, I've been searching my
mind for a way to say thanks.

And I think I've
stumbled on something.

You can lose, even to
a bad player, can't you?

They play for luck,
sometimes they get it.

Then you'd be a lot safer going
into Leadville with some real money.

Sad but true.

Sundown's off the beaten track,
but they have heard of poker.

There's one good game in town.

Game's not very loose, but it
is big. Minimum buy-in is $500.

Which is a little
bit over my head.

I'll stake you the 500.

We'll split the take.

Now, you said this wasn't
a loose game. I could lose.

They're good poker
players, all right.

I've got a hunch you're better.

I don't want you
to leave Thursday.

All right, Jed.

You just invested
in a poker player.

[JED LAUGHS]

CARRIE: Hey, get off that horse!

You heard me, get
off! That's my horse.

Sorry, your father
told me to take my pick.

You picked the wrong one. Mine.

You can have this one.

Nice of you not to make me walk.

Don't you want some
company riding into town?

I thought I heard your father
tell you not to go into town.

Did you always do everything
your daddy told you to do...

when you were a little boy?

I'll bet he told
you not to gamble.

When I was 6 years old, my pappy
took my brother and me into a saloon.

They were playing Red Dog and
chuck-a-luck and Wheel of Chance.

"Son," he said, "this is
what's called gambling.

Stay away from it. Games like
this, you don't stand a chance.

As long as you
live, stick to poker."

[CARRIE LAUGHS]

- Sounds like a wonderful pappy.
- So is yours.

Well, if young ladies did everything
that their fathers wanted them to do...

they wouldn't have any fun
out of life, now, would they?

Come on, I'll
race you into town.

Three-to-one odds.

No, thank you,
I'll stick to poker.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

SUSIE: Come in.

- Is he here yet?
- Who's that?

Oh, it's a friend
of my father's.

Well, if he was a friend of my father's,
he'd sure be a friend of mine mighty quick.

Come on in, Red.

Who is that who
rode up with you?

Bret Maverick. He's
staying with us for a while.

Oh? For how long?

- I mean, what's he doing around here?
- I haven't any idea.

How come you met the
stage yesterday, honey?

- What's the matter with one of the hands?
- Red, you're jealous.

Now, if I was jealous, I'd be
out there busting him to pieces.

Come on, now,
what's he doing here?

If we were married, I'd give you
the key to my diary. How about it?

There's some nice pages in
there you might like to read.

About you and me.

Don't start that again.
You know I'm right.

- But you're not right. Don't you...?
- I don't wanna argue about it anymore.

We get married, your father throws
you off the ranch, and leaves it...

to that lily brother of yours.

Then where would we be?

Together like we ought to be.

I told you we're gonna wait. I
don't wanna talk about it anymore.

All right, then we won't talk
about Mr. Maverick anymore.

[PIANO PLAYING AND
INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

I raise you 50.

Hold it, Mr. Maverick.

He stumbled back there.
May have picked up a pebble.

No, it seems all right.

I'll buy you a drink.

All right.

My father tells me you
aren't leaving Thursday.

Yeah, it looks that way. We got
a little business proposition going.

Yes, I know.

I'm sorry, but you're
wasting your time.

I wouldn't say that.
We're already $180 ahead.

You expect me to believe that's
why you're staying, to play poker?

Why not?

The only hand my father
wants you to hold is mine.

But it won't work.

I find you
completely resistible.

I don't know what you're
talking about. Do you?

- You mean he didn't tell you?
- Tell me what?

That I'm in love with a simply
terrible man. Red Hardigan?

And that I wanna marry him?

Well, why should he?

Well, aren't you supposed
to sweep me off my feet?

Turn my head, make me realize
that Red's not the man for me?

Well, it sounds like a nice
job, but it wasn't offered to me.

No?

Well, that's why
he kept you here.

- You sure of that?
- I know it.

What's your dad got
against this...? Hardigan, is it?

Only one thing.

He doesn't have any money.

At least he and I
are starting off even.

You're not starting off at all,
Mr. Maverick. That's the whole point.

Well, if that's what I
was hired for, don't

you think I owe your
dad at least an effort?

Men do hate to be told
they're resistible, don't they?

Only if it's convincing.

- And I wasn't?
- No.

Don't take it too
poorly, Mr. Maverick.

But I still find you
completely resistible.

And I'm still not convinced.

Let's go home.

Everything all right?

- All fine. We're 180 ahead.
- Good.

Here's your 90.

And the 500 you staked me too.

I'm gonna move on
the way I planned, Jed.

Wait a minute,
you agreed to stay.

Well, that was before I found
out why you wanted me to.

She's a real nice girl, Jed.

But I promised my pappy
that on my 38th birthday...

I'd look around for a wife, get
married and raise 12 Mavericks.

- That's a long way off.
- I don't know what you're talking about.

Then you won't mind
if I catch the next stage.

All right, Bret. All right.

I was desperate.

This fella Carrie has got herself
tangled up with is no-good...

worthless, coward, and a bully.

Well, why don't you just have
a talk with him? Scare him off.

The smell of this ranch and
my money is making him brave.

He's got Carrie fooled. I was
hoping getting to know you...

and finding out what a real man
was like, it'd straighten her out.

Well, I feel for you, Jed, but
that's a little out of my line.

Well, I didn't expect
her to marry you, Bret.

But had it worked out that way, I'd
have been mighty pleased and delighted.

Jed, I thought you were a
better judge of character.

Bret, you don't know what it's
like bringing up a girl all alone.

If Molly was here,
she'd know what to do.

Give it time. It'll work out.

When I think of all the plans
Molly and I had for those two kids...

Look at them now.

The boy back
East, a piano player.

Carrie with not enough sense to
spot a no-good liar when she sees one.

Well, Jed, maybe she'll
see it before it's too late.

JED: Take a handful.

Doubt if you'll find cigars
like that in Leadville.

Well, I'll have a supply
shipped in from Cuba.

[LAUGHS]

I hope you're right.

You know, Bret, I hate to see
you start with such small stakes.

How'd you like to sweeten
your poke with $1000?

All I have to do is stick
around another week, is that it?

No. Just long enough to
lay out five pat poker hands.

You told me once you
could do it with any 25 cards.

- Still think you can?
- Well, not every time.

Forty-nine times out of
50 is a conservative guess.

What are you trying to
do? Lose money to me?

No, win some.

You're too sure of yourself.

My pappy invented the
game, Jed. Maverick solitaire.

Thousand dollars says you
can't lay out three times running.

What odds do you give me?

Three times in a row ought
to be 16-to-1, settle for 5-to-1.

All right, you got
yourself a deal.

Soon as I get a hold of $5000.

But if you lose, you
can owe it to me.

- Are you serious about this?
- I'm never more serious about anything.

I've never owed anybody
any money in my life.

And I don't intend to begin now.

So I guess I'll just have to
win. Shuffle them good, Jed.

[JED LAUGHS]

I'd have bet 20-to-1.

That's a good thing you didn't.

Bret, you owe me $5000 and
you haven't got it, is that right?

Make a deal with you.

You stay on a week from Thursday
and you don't owe me a cent.

You don't ever give up, do you?

What did you do?
Ring in a stacked deck?

Now, Bret.

Go ahead, search me. Go ahead.

If you find another deck
on me, you win the bet.

Tell you what.

You stay on, you
don't owe me a cent.

The thousand dollars is
yours. What do you say?

Shame on you, Jed. It's a mean, lowdown,
dirty trick to play on your daughter.

If you think I'm going
along with it, if you

think I'd have anything
to do with that...

you're right.

[JED LAUGHING]

Well, there you are.

I'll be through shopping in a
couple of hours, Mr. Maverick.

I'll meet you back here.

Thanks ever so much
for driving me into town.

DOC: Well, I guess I'll just have
to deal myself a winning hand.

It's about time.

Let's go, doc.

- Hello, Red.
- Hello, doc.

I'm Red Hardigan. You
mind if I pull up a chair?

- All it takes is $500.
- Oh, I never play cards with strangers.

I just wanted to have
a little talk with you.

Carrie tells me you're
staying on a while.

Mm-hm.

I'll open for 50.

There's something you
ought to know about me.

Something that no one around
here knows except maybe Carrie.

I got a weakness.

A real bad weakness.

I'm a jealous man. There's
nothing I can do about it.

It just sort of takes me over and
my stomach starts churning and...

Well, I do things I don't
hardly remember when it's over.

Well, we all have our problems. I
was trying to run these gentlemen out.

Two of them called me.

I'll take three cards.

You know, you have a kind face.

Can tell by looking at you, you're not
the sort who'd wish trouble on anyone.

So why don't you
help me fight this thing?

I'd be much obliged if you'd be
on that stage leaving tomorrow.

Can I count on that,
now, Mr. Maverick?

I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Hardigan,
but I plan to stay another week.

I could have sworn you weren't
the sort to let a man suffer.

And I'm liable to do something
bad. Something against my will.

Won't you think it over?

Thinking things over
never hurt anybody, did it?

You have no idea how
good that makes me feel.

And I just know you're gonna
come to the right decision.

DOC: You don't
know him, Maverick.

He's mean. I wouldn't
fool with him if I were you.

I don't intend to.

DOC: I know of at
least two men he's killed.

- Hello, Mr. Christianson.
- Eh.

There you go.

- Your carriage awaits.
- Give it to somebody who needs it.

On second thought, why
walk when you can ride?

I think I'll drop over and see
Susie while you're at the bank.

I'll need my driver.

We'll go to the bank, then
we'll both go see Susie.

Red, he's no more leaving
on that stage than you are.

Thanks, Al.

You're gonna have another
passenger. I want you to wait for him.

We're leaving in
three minutes, Red.

Look, he'll be here.
You wait for him.

It'll cost you 20 to see.

- Aces up.
- Your stage is waiting for you, Maverick.

- You selling tickets?
- No, but you're buying one.

- I am?
- Yes, indeed.

You being an understanding
soul, and one that don't like violence.

Let's get out of here, Maverick.
We don't want any trouble.

You're right,
doc. Not that kind.

Here, doc!

MAN 1: Hit him, Red.
Come on, boy! Hit him, yeah.

- Come on. MAN 2: Get him, man.

MAN 1: Come on, get him, boy.

Hit him, Red. Come on, boy.

MAN 3: Come on. MAN
4: Come on, hit him.

MAN 1: Come on, get
him, boy. MAN 5: Come on.

- Carrie. MAN 1:
Come on. Again, boy.

MAN 6: Get him! MAN
7: That's right! That's right!

MAN 6: Come on, get
him! MAN 7: Come on.

Come on!

MAN 1: Come on, Red!
Come on! MAN 7: Come on.

MAN 1: Get up, Red. Get up, Red!

MAN 8: That's right! MAN 1:
Come on, Red. Come on, boy.

MAN 1: Hit him again, boy. Let's
go. MAN 2: That's right. That's right.

MAN 1: Hit him up,
Red. Hit him up, Red.

Come on!

You boys carry him
over to my office.

Carrie, come back here.

Oh, Bret.

Yeah.

I've just played 12 ends of
Maverick solitaire without a miss.

Still can't understand it.

Looking at you, a person would
swear you never had a care in the world.

First time I've ever been
able to make money...

just sitting around
waiting till Thursday.

Bret, this thing's gone a little further
than I intended. You better clear out.

And owe you $5000? No, thanks.

Oh, forget about that.

It's a pleasure to work
off a debt this way.

And pick up a thousand
dollars in the bargain.

I don't want any argument.

Red's a no-good coward, but he's better
with a gun that any man I've ever seen.

I'm canceling the 5000.

You won it fair and square,
and that's the way I'm playing it.

Bret, I switched decks on you.

Never did a thing like
that before in my life.

Well, it's a relief
to know that.

Oh, Jed, I...

I guess if I had a daughter
in love with Red Hardigan...

I'd try a thing or two myself.

Glad you feel that way, Bret.

- Now, you better get started.
- Leave?

Without that thousand
dollars you put up?

- You don't expect that, do you?
- Of course.

That thousand dollars
wasn't part of the bet.

That was a bonus for staying
over a week from Thursday.

Then I'm staying.
That's our deal.

And if you hadn't have switched decks,
I might have been more cooperative.

CARRIE: Wait a
minute, you Maverick.

I wanna talk to you.

You're quite a man, aren't you? You
hit him when he wasn't even expecting it.

If he had been expecting
it, don't think I'd hit him.

I heard about it from half a dozen people.
Some of them not even friends of Red's.

And that's why
you did it, isn't it?

That's not how it happened.

You hit harder
than I use my left.

Without any warning, he
didn't even have a chance.

After I got rid of
his gun, he didn't.

Well, next time he'll be
ready. With a gun in his hand.

And it just happens that he is
the best shot in this whole county.

How big a county is this?

Get a horse and find
out. Take my pinto.

You aren't worried about
me, are you, Carrie?

You happen to be a friend of my father's.
I don't want my future husband killing you.

Oh, thanks, thanks.

The trouble is, I can't leave.

Why not?

Well, I'm involved in
a big business deal.

A lot of money involved.

Oh. You put money ahead
of everything, don't you?

No.

Well, there's breathing.

Well, maybe you ought
to just keep that in mind.

Good thing it wasn't
my right hand, doc.

This right hand's gonna
bring you some business.

Well, that one's just
bruised. Not too bad.

Might give a little trouble
for four or five days.

What about this one? I
could hardly sleep last night.

Well, I'll just get
you some pills.

- Doc, I ju...
- Shh, shh.

I told you to stay
away from town.

There was $400 in
that last pot. It's mine.

Thought you might have
seen who picked it up.

Didn't you listen to what
I said about Red? Get in.

What?

DOC: You heard me.

Take one of these
every three hours.

- Well, what are they?
- A medical preparation.

Oh.

What was all that?

It was Hardigan and
he's gunning for you.

That's a nice young man
Carrie picked out for herself.

You come on. I
wanna show something.

Just a minute.

Now, how good a shot are you?

Oh, about average, I guess.

Well, let's see what
your idea of average is.

Think you can hit that pie plate
before it gets to the ground?

- I don't know.
- Stand there.

Now, if I can't talk you into getting
away from here and Red Hardigan...

maybe I can demonstrate
that you should.

Are you ready?

You're average, all right.

You stay back here and I'll
show you what Hardigan can do.

Say, Red.

Maybe I should've
taped up your right hand.

- Doesn't bother me a bit.
- Well, you never can tell. Let's test it.

It's been quite a spell
since you've tried this.

Anytime you're ready, doc.

Are you ready?

[PLATE CLANGING]

That money that was left on the floor
yesterday belonged to me. Can I have it?

You won't be needing it, friend.

Get away from him, doc.

Now, you edge over a
little bit, Mr. Maverick.

I don't wanna get
a bill for that mirror.

I'd sure like to
oblige you, Red, but...

You were lucky. He
got it on the right hand.

He's the one who's lucky.

But your luck won't last.

The day that
bandage comes off...

- When's that gonna be, doc?
- It would take at least a week.

- A week?
- It's in pretty bad shape.

Didn't seem to hurt bad when
he rode into town this morning.

I saw him tie up his horse
real good with both hands.

Well, that means it
ain't sprained or broke.

So the doc says a week, huh?

Well, I'm not a bloodthirsty
man, Mr. Maverick.

I'll give you till Monday.

Your hand better
be well by then.

LILY: You know, Red,
you just might be right.

I'm always right, Lily, babe.

Old man Christianson brought him in
here to knock Carrie right off her feet.

That old man sure doesn't
know much about women.

But then what man does?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

- Red here?
- Yeah.

- What's the idea coming around here?
- It's Carrie.

She wants to
meet you at Susie's.

- Is she over there now?
- Yes.

I told her you
were at the stables.

Oh, good boy, Al.

I'll make you a little bet.

What?

I'll bet that you go right on
seeing me after you marry her.

Well, you'll lose your money.

How much do you wanna bet?

I better get over there.

I'm gonna ask you to
do something for me.

I thought so. You mean you're
gonna ask me not to do something.

Well, what good will it
do? Suppose you kill him?

What do you mean suppose?

All right, you will kill him.

You're worried about a man
you claim means nothing to you.

He doesn't, Red, not a thing.

What's he doing around
here, hanging around town for?

- I don't know. SUSIE: Carrie.

Your father's here.

- You better go out the
back way, Red. RED: Yeah.

Oh, wait, the only reason he's
coming is because he knows I'm here.

- I better stay.
- Well, I'm not staying.

I only like fireworks
on the Fourth of July.

- Now, Papa, before you say anything...
- You keep quiet, Carrie.

I don't have to ask you how long
this has been going on. I know.

It was my idea.

- If you'd let Red come to the ranch...
- That'll be the day.

I don't know why you feel this
way about me, Mr. Christianson.

JED: Oh, yes, you do.

You've known ever since
you were a dirty-nosed kid...

stealing candy from Mrs. Briggs.

I never saw you work, Red.

Well, maybe a little
at roundup time.

Who takes care of
you? Your friends?

I won't pretend it
hasn't taken me longer

than most to get ready
to settle down, but...

Well, I'm ready now.

Well, that's fine.

I'll tell you a
good way to start.

Bret Maverick's a guest of mine.

He won't be going Tuesday,
but he will a few days after that.

I want you to leave him alone.

What's he been telling you,
Mr. Christianson? That I started this?

That Bret Maverick's quite a man,
getting you to come here and beg for mercy.

You got the wrong one
pegged for a coward, Carrie.

What do you mean by that?

I mean, you're the coward, Red.

- Is that clear enough for you?
- No one calls me that.

- Somebody just did.
- If you weren't Carrie's...

- Stop it, both of you.
- Don't stand in his way.

This will speed things up.

The sooner he gets rid of me,
he could get you and the Molly-O.

Let's get out of here, Red.

No, I don't wanna cause any trouble
between you and your father, Carrie.

So I'll go.

You've got me wrong,
Mr. Christianson.

One of these days you'll realize it
was Maverick that started all this, not me.

I've had about enough of this.
Just because you don't like Red.

Carrie, can't you
see what he's up to?

If he was any kind of a man, he'd
marry you whether I was for it or not.

He's thinking of me.

I'd go anywhere with him,
but he won't have it that way.

He wants to wait till...

Till I die.

He knows that if you married him now,
I'd turn you out and never see you again.

Honey, believe me, he wants the
Molly-O a lot worse than he wants you.

There's nothing you can say that's
gonna make me change my mind.

I love him and I'm
going to marry him.

Carrie.

[DOOR CLOSES]

- Have you seen Maverick?
- Why?

I've got news for him, bad news.

You have, huh? Heh.

He's in the saloon.

AL: Come on.

Bret, you gotta
get out of here fast.

- Why?
- I just made a call at the Webster farm.

A stranger stopped me and
asked me if you were in Sundown.

I said yes before I
knew who he was.

Well, who was he?

John Wesley Hardin.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

I never figured he'd
find me way down here.

DOC: Well, he has
and he's gunning for you.

Well, now generally
speaking, Mr. Maverick,

I'd insist on the
pleasure of gunning you.

But for strong personal reasons, I
think I'll let Wes Hardin do it for me.

What's he got against you, Bret?

I played poker with
him. He's a bad loser.

Well, so am I, so
don't you try running.

Because I ain't gonna let you.

I gotta stop running
sometime, Red.

I guess I got no
choice but to face him.

Now, what about that, sheriff?

Are you gonna stand by
and let Hardin kill this man?

You heard what he said.

If two men want a fair fight,
I got no cause to interfere.

Of course, if Maverick got shot in
the back while running out of town...

I've gotta arrest somebody.

Well, a man's entitled
to some protection.

If he asks for
protection, he'll get it.

Now, what about Hardin?
Isn't he a wanted man?

Not in this territory.

As far as I know, he's just
a man with a big reputation.

A man asked me to give you a
message. John Wesley Hardin.

Wants to know if you're coming out
or if you want him to come in after you.

Come on out. There's gonna be
a gunfight! John Wesley Hardin!

Come on out. There's gonna be
a gunfight! John Wesley Hardin!

You've gotta get back.
There's gonna be a gunfight.

Come on, boys, we
don't wanna miss this.

That's John Wesley Hardin.

It was an accident. You can't
fan a gun and hit anything.

DOC: Three bullets,
right through the heart.

I'll carry him in, doc.
It's the least I can do.

Fanning that way and he
hit the mark all three times.

Put him right over there.

BRET: Mean-looking
cuss, ain't he, doc?

Could've taken
it a little easier.

DOC: Here, lie down there.

Somebody might be
looking through the window.

I'm sorry, Maverick, but if they
find out you're Bret's brother...

you'll both be dead for real.

Where is that other big
gunslinger? Red Hardigan.

I might as well take care
of him while I'm in the mood.

Where are you, Red?

Where's Red?

Where is he?

[CROWD LAUGHING]

Eight hundred, nine
hundred, a thousand.

There you are,
Bret. You earned it.

Hope it brings you
good luck in Leadville.

Thanks, Jed.

You know, like everybody else around
here, I've never seen John Wesley Hardin.

But I did see your
brother Bart once.

And Hardin looks an awful
lot like him. At that distance.

You wouldn't have anything
to say about that, would you?

Well, Jed, let me leave
you with this word of advice.

If you ever meet up with a
gunslinger, don't fan your gun.

Of course, I took the precaution to
remove the lead before I shot him.

[LAUGHING]

You were taking quite a chance.

After all, I knew Red was
a coward. But you didn't.

Sometimes it frightens
me what I'll do for money.

[JED LAUGHS]

You rascal.

- Good luck.
- Jed.

Goodbye, Mr. Maverick.

- And thanks.
- For what?

You know.

The one thing I was sure of was
that Red was a man and not a coward.

I was willing to
overlook his other faults.

Well, I'm a cautious
man myself...

and it was those other
faults that bothered me.

You're not as cautious
as you like to think.

Goodbye, Bret.

And you don't have
to take the stage.

I'm afraid I do.

I had my pinto saddled.
You're welcome to him.

- Well, how will I get him back?
- You don't have to.

It's a present.

Goodbye, Bret.

Thanks.

BART: Well, howdy, brother.

Howdy, John Wesley Hardin.

Looking mighty fit considering
you were just dug up.

Suppose you dig up that 500.

I believe that's the sum
mentioned in the telegram.

That's not worthy of you, Bart.

Your brother's life was
hanging in the balance...

and all you're
thinking about is $500.

No, Bret, that's not
all I'm thinking about.

No, you're thinking
about my 500 too.

[BART LAUGHS]

MAN: Howdy.

- This the way to
Sundown? BRET: Sure is.

- How far is it? BART:
Oh, about 5 miles.

Is that the town where John
Wesley Hardin was shot?

News travels fast.

Who done it?

A fella by the name
of Bret Maverick.

Must be fast on the draw.

Heh. Like lightning.

I'm hankering to
meet up with him.

- You are? MAN: Yeah.

To prove that lightning never
strikes twice in the same place.

I am John Wesley Hardin.

That's the way to Sundown, all
right. Right down there. Ahem.

Yeah.

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