Maverick (1957–1962): Season 2, Episode 25 - Betrayal - full transcript
During a stagecoach robbery, Bart realizes that one of the female passengers recognizes the voice of a masked bandit. Hoping to recover his lost funds as well as obtain a reward, Bart stays close to the passenger. But she soon shows herself to be treacherous, not just in matters of money but in matters of love.
Maverick. Your time's run out.
- You're taking the next stage out of town.
- But, sheriff, that's illegal.
I'm a working man. I
have a very important job.
- What kind of a job?
- Camel spotter.
- What?
- Camel spotter.
Every hour or so, I step outside
to see if any camels are coming.
Camels?
With Arabs riding them.
If I spot any, I hightail it
down to the dispatch office...
and wire Washington
that we're being invaded.
That's very funny.
But I don't think it
meets the requirements.
I'm afraid it does, sheriff.
The law doesn't specify what the job
must be, only that I be gainfully employed.
And I can vouch
for that, sheriff.
You see, I'm paying him.
Well, it's time for me to take
another look. Excuse me.
ANNOUNCER: Maverick.
Starring James
Garner and Jack Kelly.
Produced by Warner Bros.
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BART: The distance
from Placerville to
Virginia City is a little
over a hundred miles.
And as a general
rule, it's a two-day trip.
But as a general rule
on this stage line...
it's not a good idea to make
bets on the general rule.
He's not exactly my
fiancé. At least not officially.
Hasn't he proposed?
Well, it's, um,
kind of understood.
You mean he hasn't asked you?
WOMAN: He will when he's ready.
When he's ready. Hm!
Darling, men like that
just don't grow on trees.
You're letting a lot of grass
grow between your toes.
Please, Ann, not now.
What the lady's trying to tell you is
that out here a man doesn't ask a girl...
to marry him until he's reasonably
certain he can make her comfortable.
But, meanwhile, as she says...
you know, things just kind get
to be understood by everybody.
- Thank you, Mr...?
- Maverick.
I'm Laura Dillon. This is
my cousin, Ann Saunders.
The driver should
have introduced us.
Yes, he should have.
Guthrie. R.J. Guthrie.
Are you a rancher, Mr. Maverick?
No, ma'am.
A miner, perhaps?
Well, in a way.
I'd be interested to hear more
of your views on marriage.
DRIVER: Whoa!
Whoa... Whoa, whoa!
[ANN SQUEALS]
Well, now, how did
you manage that?
MAN: Lower that gun, driver.
Now drop it.
Get off the coach and
keep your hands high.
You people inside, get out!
Don't let these masks
frighten you, ladies.
I apologize, but they're
obviously necessary.
Let's all be good little boys
and girls and nobody will get hurt.
Anything interesting up there?
One of the ladies
wears a bustle. Heh.
BANDIT 1: Sorry, miss.
Thank you.
Now you, ma'am.
[SNAPS FINGER]
[SCOFFS]
Oh, now, friend, we can
do better than this, can't we?
I wouldn't insult you by believing
you were traveling with a measly $15.
I can bear it.
Anything in the bags?
BANDIT 2: No
money in any of them.
I make it a practice to
mail my money ahead.
Those mail coaches seem
to be better protected...
against baggy-headed bushwhackers,
no offense meant, of course.
Not at all.
Only, I just can't bring
myself to believe you.
Now, to save time...
I want you to take a
good look at this gun...
and just try to remember what
you did with the rest of that money.
I'm in no hurry.
I'll count to three.
One.
Two.
- No, don't!
- You'd like to say something?
He'll kill you.
This is only a robbery, cousin.
These gentlemen don't
wanna risk a murder.
Well, neither do I.
It's in there, stuck to
the top of the coach.
Get over.
[LAURA SHRIEKS]
BART: Cousin Ann
looked so innocent.
But she'd recognized
the outlaw by voice.
So he probably knew her
as well as she knew him.
Please stop looking
at me like that.
I did you a favor.
Kind of an expensive favor,
wouldn't you say, $1500?
It might have bought you a
very nice funeral, Mr. Maverick.
I guess I do owe you
something, Miss Saunders.
Well, at least it all served to
help us know each other better.
Much better.
BART: Wherever Ann went,
the outlaw wasn't sure to go...
but there was a chance he would.
And with $1500 in the
pot, that was enough for me.
Virginia City
would have to wait.
DRIVER: We got held up.
Get the sheriff.
There were two of them,
masked. Never got a look at them.
Laura, you all right?
You weren't hurt?
No, no serious damage.
They just took what little money
I had and they took Ann's ring.
Ann. My.
[ANN CHUCKLES]
She's all grown up.
- I remember such a little girl.
- Well, I was a little girl then too.
Well, I guess I'm
older than I realize.
But just as handsome. Uncle
Fred, it's so wonderful of you...
and Laura to take me in.
We're both happy you
finally decided to come to us.
Outrageous, this holdup. What
a welcome to your new home.
Your bags, ladies.
Oh, Mr. Maverick, I'd like you
to meet my father, Dr. Dillon.
- How do you do?
- I'm glad to meet you.
- Thank you.
- What happened to your face?
Cousin Ann tried to be
helpful, but it just didn't work out.
I think you better come over to
the house, let me patch you up.
- Might stay for dinner.
- Thank you, sir.
Yes, we'd love to have you.
Oh, that's very kind of you.
I'll come over just as
soon as I get settled.
All right. Anyone in town
can tell you where we are.
Flour sacks, huh?
Must be the same fellows robbed
the stage over at Willow Bend.
Any other clues you noticed?
Wouldn't you like
to question me?
I feel I was little closer to
the situation than the others.
From the looks of you, I'd say
you had your nose right up to it.
You recollect any lead
that might put us on to them?
Well...
I kind of prefer privacy
when I do my recollecting.
I'll bet you have
a very cozy office.
Come on.
To answer your
question, Maverick...
I reckon the whole county to be grateful
to anybody who could contribute anything...
to apprehending
them road agents.
The question was, sheriff, is there or
is there not a reward for those men?
Look, if you got something
to tell me, I'm ready to listen.
I was on my way to Virginia City,
sheriff, but I changed my mind.
I know something about one of
those thieves that nobody else knows...
and I think it's gonna
help me work off a peeve...
and get my money back with
interest, that is if there is a reward.
It's the duty of every citizen to help
the law in apprehending criminals.
You know, I'm not so sure but
you ain't flirting with a jail sentence.
Obstructing justice,
withholding vital facts.
Well, it isn't a fact.
It's just a hunch.
I should think getting your $1500
back would be reward enough.
That's just the principle. What
we're discussing now is the interest.
As you just pointed
out, I am a citizen...
so if there is a reward, and it's
to be paid out of public funds...
I'm entitled to know what
you are doing with my money.
It's not from public funds.
It's from the Express company.
What is, sheriff?
All right, there's a reward.
Five hundred dollars.
For both or each?
Each.
But it's got no bearing.
I wear the badge.
I make the arrests.
Now, you tell me what information
you got on them two road agents.
How do you suggest we pool
our resources, sheriff, fifty-fifty?
I consider that
insulting, Maverick.
The question of reward
never concerns a true lawman...
in the discharge
of his sworn duty.
You mean you won't split.
No.
And if you ever expect
to see your money again...
you better tell me
what you know.
Yeah, I guess I'd
better at that, sheriff.
Well, the two men you're after
are between 5 and 6 feet tall.
They ride horses
and they wear guns...
and have heads that look
remarkably like flour sacks.
Now, if that description will help
you capture those two desperadoes...
you're entirely
welcome to any rewards.
You know, I certainly like
this little town of yours...
and I think I'll be staying
here for quite a while.
If you need any more
help, I'll be at the hotel...
- you can call on me anytime.
- Maverick.
You got 24 hours.
For what?
To get yourself a job
or haul out of this town.
Suppose I decide to do neither.
I'll jail you as a vagrant.
Oh. That again.
Now, you wear that for
a few days, Mr. Maverick.
We don't want any infection.
- Besides, it makes you look distinguished.
- And feel foolish.
Why would you feel like that
about a little old bandage?
Well, I figure it kind of advertises
that I've been a little stupid.
[ALL CHUCKLE]
How large is your
ranch, Mr. Wilkerson?
Oh, I don't know, 1500
acres, more or less, I reckon...
what with a piece
Uncle Joby left me.
Ain't put it all together yet.
That's kind of
what's holding us up.
What a glorious future
to look forward to.
A lovely home, overlooking
fields of waving corn.
Herds grazing peacefully
as far as the eye can see.
A man, strong and handsome,
returning in the saddle at sundown.
And in the evening,
soft music from an organ.
That's a mighty pretty picture.
What place do you have in mind?
Well, I have an idea. Of
course, who plays the organ?
Do you, Ann?
Well, yes, a little.
Oh, but I, uh, I
wasn't thinking of me.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, now, this is embarrassing.
You, Laura, you and...
Well, I mean, it's all there, a dream
for two people to build together.
I...
Well, now, that's where I
disagree with you, Mr. Maverick.
No woman worth their salt would
want a man to do it all for her.
She would want to work with
him and to grow with him...
to share in the
labor and in the fruit.
I know if I...
Well, I don't know why
I'm running on like this.
It's just that coming from a
life so lonely and so hopeless...
discovering such a wonderful
country and such wonderful people...
wanting so much
to be a part of it...
[SOBS]
Oh, forgive me.
[DOCTOR CLEARS THROAT]
Well, I reckon she's
had kind of a rough day.
It's a new environment, a
new home and that holdup.
I'll see if I can help.
You do that, honey.
Trouble with that little
gal is she's lonesome.
Well, of course.
How long are you gonna
be with us, Mr. Maverick?
There are two
opinions on that, doctor.
I figure to be here
for quite a spell...
and the sheriff figures to shoo
me out tomorrow unless I get a job.
Well, if that's all you need,
you got no problem, Maverick.
I can always use an
extra hand at the ranch.
That's very kind of
you, Mr. Wilkerson.
And if I grow an extra
hand, I'll send it out to you.
[LAUGHS]
Ah...
No, what I mean is... Well,
ranching just isn't my profession.
More the social type, I take it.
Yeah. Gregarious. I enjoy being
among people. Six or seven at a time.
Say, that gives me an idea.
I'm taking Laura to a sociable
tomorrow night at the town hall.
Maybe you'd like to ask
lonesome Ann to go along.
Might perk her up, help her
get acquainted around here.
Yeah, that seems like a
good prescription for the girl.
I know it's sandbagging
you to ask it, Mr. Maverick...
but she isn't unattractive.
And if I guess right about your
profession, you could use the exercise.
Well, it might be a mutually
profitable experience at that.
But in return, I'd like a
favor from you, doctor.
Ask it and it's yours.
Hire me.
Employ me as of now at
any salary, a dollar a month.
Heh. As of now, you're employed.
Now, you mind if I ask
what I'm paying you to do?
Well, doctor,
you're a patriot...
and at your own expense, you've
hired me to protect our national security.
Well, now, that makes me
feel proud of myself. Ha, ha, ha.
BART: How do you do?
Will you break this
up for me, please?
Fifty dollar bills,
if you don't mind.
All we have is 600 in 50s, you'll
have to take the rest in hundreds.
Fine.
Six hundred, 700, 800, 900...
- one thousand.
- Thanks.
BART: I figured somebody
might have deposited...
some of my money, but these
were nice, new, crisp bills...
not a knife slit in any of them.
[BAND PLAYING WALTZ]
Thank you. So you're a
gambler, Mr. Maverick.
No, I'm a poker player. I do
my best to avoid gambling.
You were saying, Mr. Maverick?
A good poker player never lets
himself be bluffed out of an important pot.
Mrs. Beasley is suffering
from an enlarged liver.
- That's nice conversation while dancing.
- Didn't tell me, I felt it.
Maverick, your time's run out.
- You're taking the next stage out of town.
- Oh, but, sheriff, that's illegal.
I'm a working man. I
have a very important job.
- What kind of a job?
- Camel spotter.
- A what?
- Camel spotter.
Every hour or so, I step outside
to see if any camels are coming.
- Camels.
- With Arabs riding them.
If I spot any, I hightail it
down to the dispatch office...
and wire Washington
that we're being invaded.
That's very funny, but I don't
think it meets the requirements.
I'm afraid it does, sheriff.
Law doesn't specify what the job must
be, only that I be gainfully employed.
And I can vouch for that,
sheriff. You see, I'm paying him.
Oh, it's time for me to take
another look. Excuse me.
[DOCTOR CHUCKLING]
Oh.
Say, hadn't we
better get back inside?
How sweet is
mortal sovereignty...
think some!
Others, how blessed
the paradise to come.
Ah, take the cash in
hand and waive the rest.
Oh, the brave music
of a distant drum.
How wise, old Khayyam.
He's a little impractical too.
Oh, Buck, how long
since I've been this happy.
How long again will it be?
When are you two
getting married?
Which two?
Oh, Laura and me?
Say, we ought to
get to that soon.
You know what?
What, Buck?
You'll make such a
beautiful bridesmaid.
Well, look, we've
gotta go in right now.
[SCREAMS]
Annie, what...?
[ANN SCREAMING]
She had something down her back.
I did, a bug, it was crawling...
Why are you staring?
It's what happened.
Buck, what are they thinking?
[MURMURING]
Will you take me home, Buck?
Father, would you
please get me my wrap?
Yes, dear.
I'll be back for you. Annie
wants me to take her home.
Well, thank you, Buck, but
Mr. Maverick is seeing me home.
But...
Well, how do you play a hand
like this one, Mr. Maverick?
You don't. You fold and
wait for the next deal.
Shall we go look for camels?
Go easy on him, Laura.
She's a very attractive girl.
- Any man would wanna...
- Buck isn't just any man.
You know, it really
could have been a bug.
Oh, no.
There wasn't any bug. Just... I
can't help feeling sorry for her.
She has nothing and no one.
She must be terribly frightened.
But that doesn't mean
I'm going to let her win...
even though the grass between my
toes does seem almost a foot high.
Mr. Maverick...
kiss me.
No, no, kiss me, take me
in your arms and kiss me.
Thank you.
I just wanted to find
out if I was a woman.
Ann, where are you going?
The hotel. Until I can get
a stage back to the city.
Well, you certainly don't
want me around here anymore.
Oh, nobody said that.
Look, Ann, let's forget
about the other night.
I was terribly upset.
I probably jumped to
the wrong conclusion.
No, you didn't.
But the way you were going at it, I don't
think he ever would have married you.
I decided to keep
him in the family.
What changed your mind?
Oh, I haven't changed it.
At least, Laura dear, you
may learn something from me.
Ann, why are you doing this?
Not only to me, to Buck.
He's a fine decent man.
I'm depending on that.
Why?
You're not in love with him,
you hardly know him. Why?
Because I'm sick and
tired of running around...
like a scared rabbit
without a hole to hide in.
And I detest
condescending, sticky charity.
Buck Wilkerson is
security, independence.
And after one look at
the two of you together...
I knew I could get him.
[ANN YELPS]
Get out of this house.
Get out.
What's wrong, Laura?
Ann, what is it?
Oh, Buck, the shameful thing
she's been accusing me of.
Accusing you of what?
Of trying to steal you away from her
and of making love to you in public.
Oh, Buck, I can't
stay here any longer.
You're not gonna let her
go. She hasn't done anything.
Leaving was her own idea.
Buck, will you help me
carry these? I can't do it.
I'll be back, Laura.
[SOBBING]
[PIANO PLAYING HONKY-TONK TUNE]
And 100, gentlemen.
This time I'll see
your raise, Maverick.
And I thought we were
taking advantage of you.
- What do you got?
- Three little deuces.
Don't make sense.
You'll only drew one card.
Where did you get
this $50 bill, Mr. Link?
What's the matter? Ain't it
good? A fella gave it to me.
What fella, where?
My barbershop over in Sand Rock
yesterday. Two of them come in.
I cut their hair and one
of them paid me with it.
Ain't it good?
Good, it's beautiful.
- How far is Sand Rock?
- Twenty miles.
Thanks, Mr. Link. Bartender,
cash me in, will you?
And buy these gentlemen a drink. I'll
pick up the money later. Gentlemen.
- Hey, wanna sell your horse?
- Sell it? I hadn't thought about it.
Well, think about
it now. How much?
- Saddle and all.
- How much? Well, a hundred dollars.
Here, take it. Now
get off my horse.
Where you off to, Maverick?
I just saw a camel, sheriff.
- Evening.
- Evening. You have a vacant room?
Heh, we got a vacant
hotel, just take your choice.
No luggage?
I'll pick up what I need
at the store tomorrow.
- There is a store, isn't there?
- Oh, sure, sure.
- You staying long?
- Depends.
- Is there a livery stable?
- Yeah, oh, sure.
Got some business
you're attending to?
Just looking for a haircut. Will
you take care of my horse, please?
Yeah, sure.
Say, the only barber
we got is out of town.
He's over in Carville
visiting his sister.
Yeah, I know. I saw
him there. Which room?
Oh, just any one,
that key fits them all.
[PIANO PLAYING
"OLD FOLKS AT HOME"]
- Beat two pair.
- Got me beat.
New blood welcome in the game?
Grab a seat and bleed.
[BART CHUCKLES]
That the new style? Looked
like you were kicked by a horse.
The stage I was on was held
up by a couple of real sweet boys.
I was pistol-whipped and
they relieved me of $1500.
A very unpleasant experience.
Tough. That's a lot of money.
You sure got quiet
all of a sudden, mister.
Bet's up to you.
Well, now, let's see.
We've both got about the
same amount of chips...
all mine against all yours...
and $50 more just
to make it interesting.
- That's all I got.
- You got a pocket full of bills.
I'm playing table stakes.
What am I calling?
BART: Kings up.
Bartender, cash these in
for me, will you, please?
Thank you, gentlemen.
Stand still and nothing
will happen to your friend.
Hey, what's the idea?
Put a gun on that fella standing
at the end of the bar, will you?
These are the two
I was talking about.
Now, you tell him to drop that
gun or I'm gonna pull this trigger.
We've got nothing
to be afraid of, Pete.
Do like he says.
All right, now put some
of those bills on the table.
Take a look at those, will you?
See if there's a knife slit in them?
You sure called
that one, mister.
All right, on your feet.
On your feet.
You've collected less than $500 of
that money we took from you, Maverick.
Aren't you worried
about the other thousand?
- Panicked.
- Maybe we can talk a little business.
If it's about that
money, I'm all ears.
If you weren't so set on delivering
us to that sheriff in Carville...
we might take you
to where we hid it.
If I could figure out how to make
a profit on it, I might go with you.
You'd be a thousand
dollars richer.
Well, now, actually, I
wouldn't because that's
exactly the amount
of the reward money...
I'll be collecting for
bringing you fellas in.
Seems like all I can
do is break even.
- Where'd you get them?
- Over in Sand Rock.
They were playing
poker with my money.
Now, sheriff, we have
some business to talk over.
What kind of business?
Well, there's a little matter of
the rewards, or had you forgotten?
- Who are they? What are their names?
- We didn't get that personal.
How do you know they're
the men we're looking for?
I told you they were
spending my money...
the money they took
from me at the holdup.
Here's $400 of it.
Eight $50 bills.
And how do you
know it's your money?
Because they were issued
from the bank at Cedar City...
where I got them and
because of the knife hole.
I stuck them with a knife
to the top of the stagecoach.
- You never mentioned that before.
- You weren't receptive.
Sheriff, that man's loco.
We don't know anything
about any holdup.
I swear it.
I won that money in
another poker game.
All of a sudden, he jumps us,
takes my money and kidnaps us.
He ought to be in jail, not us.
There's something in
what he says, Maverick.
There were other passengers
on the stage, sheriff.
Laura Dillon and her cousin Ann.
Now, they saw me hide the money
and they can identify these men.
You said their heads
looked like flour sacks.
- They'll know their voices.
- Fine.
We'll have them in tomorrow to
identify them. Give me the $400.
- What for?
- Evidence, didn't you say?
[LAUGHING]
What are you laughing
at, you unvarnished thief?
LAURA: Mr. Maverick.
- Laura.
- I was told you caught the stage robbers.
They asked me to come
down for identification.
Your cousin was supposed
to come too. Where is she?
I don't know.
- The ranch, probably.
- The ranch?
Her husband's.
Her husband's?
Yeah, she married Buck
Wilkerson two days ago.
I'm sorry, Laura.
That gal plays a mean hand.
Well, all the cards
haven't been dealt yet.
There's still a
joker in the deck.
What do you mean?
I don't rightly know.
It's just a feeling I've had
about her since the holdup.
Don't give up yet.
Marriage is a pretty final
verdict, isn't it, Mr. Maverick?
WILKERSON: Whoa.
Laura, Mr. Maverick.
I sure hope those men you
brought in are the bandits.
They are.
How do you do, Mrs. Wilkerson? I
wish I knew how to congratulate you.
Well, you don't congratulate the bride,
Mr. Maverick, you wish her happiness.
Let's get this over with.
It's a long ride to the ranch.
We're on our way to
inspect a new breed of cattle.
New breeds are
always fascinating.
SHERIFF: Good morning, ladies.
Sorry to put you through all this
bother, but I need more evidence...
- than Maverick brought me.
- It's all right, no bother at all.
Thank you, Mrs. Wilkerson.
On your feet, you two.
You two have been claiming to be
as innocent as a couple of bear cubs.
I'm gonna give you
some advice like a friend.
I've been listening
careful to both of you.
Try to change your voices and I'll
know it fast, that will be the end of it.
You, say something to her.
Tell him to say,
"Throw down that rifle."
[IN SOFT VOICE]: Throw
down that rifle. BART: Louder.
[IN NORMAL VOICE]:
Throw down that rifle.
Now you.
To be or not to be,
that is the question.
You're not doing
yourself any good, fella.
Tell him to say, "I
apologize for these masks.
Don't let them frighten you." And
you don't have to shout it, just say it.
Heh. If that's what the
holdup man said, I'm...
Say it.
Don't let these
masks frighten you.
Those words are closer to what I
remember than what Mr. Maverick...
asked them to say. And the
voice is the way I remember it.
What about this man?
His voice fits too, and
they're the right size.
And I remember this one's
hands, long fingers and clean nails.
I just don't know.
No, the holdup men
seemed larger to me.
You have my identification and
Laura's plus the money, isn't that enough?
If the holdup men were talking through
masks, shouldn't we have done the same?
You got a handkerchief, ma'am?
SHERIFF: Say the same thing.
Don't let these masks scare you.
I apologize for...
I can't remember
what else he said.
Sounds the same to me.
Your handkerchief, ma'am.
Thank you, Laura.
Mrs. Wilkerson.
I don't see how you
can feel so sure, Laura.
And I don't see why you don't.
Goodbye, Laura, Mr. Maverick.
Buck, would you get me some
candy or something to munch on...
while we drive? I'm
getting a headache.
All right.
Well, please come over
and see us sometime, Bart.
I will, Laura.
And remember what
I said about the joker.
Oh, Buck, my
head's just killing me.
Would you mind going alone?
I'll stop and get something
for it at Uncle Fred's.
- You can pick me up there.
- All right.
Maybe it will give you a
chance to talk to Laura.
I'd feel a lot happier if you
two could be friends again.
We certainly feed our
prisoners well, don't we?
You ought to see what they
get before we hang them.
May I have some
more coffee, please?
There it is. Take it away.
Mrs. Wilkerson. Coffee, please.
Are you following me?
Everywhere I've been
today, you show up.
Now, Mrs. Wilkerson, I just
don't know how to take that.
If I move around a bit
it's because I'm nervous.
Those outlaws over
there owe me $2000...
and hardly anyone seems the least bit
interested in my collecting it except me.
Are you insinuating that I
deliberately refused to identify them?
I sort of got the feeling
that you'd, uh, rather not.
Annie, why didn't you
wait at Dr. Dillon's?
Because I didn't feel welcome
there. Let's go home, Buck.
- Good night, Mr. Maverick.
- Good night.
Good night, Buck.
We're not going home, Ann,
we're going to Doc Dillon's.
- Why?
- Because I said so.
That's not a very pleasant tone.
No, I guess it isn't. But I've gotta stop
treating you like a little girl sometime.
I don't even know
myself anymore.
Seems like since the first time I laid
eyes on you, nothing's made any sense.
Laura and Doc Dillon
are my best friends.
They're your relatives. You want
me to treat them like enemies.
I'm not going to do it.
They're my friends, and
we're calling on them.
[GUNSHOTS]
- What's going on down there?
- Jailbreak. I'm rounding up a posse.
Come on down. No telling
how long they've been gone.
- What happened?
- I don't know.
I found my deputy with his
skull stove in, cell wide open.
Get down here
and get saddled up.
No. I caught them
once. It's your turn.
Fine, it'll be my reward too.
Wilkerson, what are
you doing in town?
Been at Doc's house, was on our
way home when the sheriff came.
- Is your wife with Laura?
- No. She insisted on going to the ranch.
SHERIFF: Let's go!
[GUNSHOTS]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
- Still following me?
- What with outlaws running lose...
I thought someone ought to be
here with you, Mrs. Wilkerson.
Now, would you mind
telling me why you're here?
Well, I've spent a lot of time trying to
even up the books with our outlaw friend.
And then he gets
away, very mysteriously.
I'm here to see if I can't
put him back in jail again.
Shall we turn off the lamp
and wait for him to show up?
Well, what makes you
think he'll come here?
Because you and
he are old friends.
I've been fairly sure of that
ever since the day of the holdup.
I never saw him
before in my life.
Will you turn off
the lamp or shall I?
Yes, I shot him.
He broke in here...
demanding food and money.
I would have given him
that, but he wanted more.
He tried to make love to me.
When he put down his
gun, I got it and I killed him.
Well, there goes $500.
And you're not collecting
the other 500 either.
Or the $1000 I got
here in my pocket.
But you're gonna see something.
You're gonna see me put a
bullet right through the forehead...
of one of the prettiest, lyingest
murdering gals this side of...
Pete, no.
PETE: So he tried to make
love to you, did he, Annie?
Well, I'm ashamed of him.
After the way you ran out on him in
Denver, he should've had more pride.
But I guess he figured he had
a right to, being your husband.
Is that why you
smuggled the gun into us...
so you could get
him here and kill him?
No, Pete. No, no,
it wasn't like that.
I liked Joe. He was tough,
sure. But he wasn't mean.
You know something, Annie,
after you left him, he cried.
- Goodbye, Annie.
- Pete, no!
[HOOFBEATS APPROACHING]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
That one's hers.
That one's mine.
And you're not married.
Thirteen hundred
and fifty, 1400...
and a draft on the Express
Company for 500 more.
Thank you, sheriff.
Don't think I'm not sorry
to see you go, Maverick.
Well, I'll miss you.
And don't feel too bad, Ann.
You're a murderess,
but they'll never prove it.
You maneuvered a jailbreak,
but they'll never prove that either.
You're a bigamist.
And with all the aliases your
departed husband must have had...
they'll probably
never find the record.
And for all this, you
get a $500 reward.
Sheriff...
can't you keep her locked up
and give the town a half hour start?
Goodbye, Annie.
Leave an address. I may
drop in on you someday.
Lovely. How about,
uh, Pitcairn Island?
Don't be so sure she'll be
dropping in anywhere, Maverick.
Tsk.
Mr. Maverick, I think you've
done a splendid job, splendid.
You know, not a camel has walked
up this street since you've been here.
- Goodbye, doctor.
- Goodbye, Bart.
Yep, you're a woman, all right.
I guess I've got every reason
to be grateful, Mr. Maverick.
That's so you won't have
to guess, Mr. Wilkerson.
Oh, give him another
chance and marry him, Laura.
He isn't bright, but he's very
unattractive, and those are the best kind.
Ha, ha, ha. Goodbye.
Bye, ha.
BART: As I said, the trip to Virginia
City takes two days, as a general rule.
[English - US -SDH]
- You're taking the next stage out of town.
- But, sheriff, that's illegal.
I'm a working man. I
have a very important job.
- What kind of a job?
- Camel spotter.
- What?
- Camel spotter.
Every hour or so, I step outside
to see if any camels are coming.
Camels?
With Arabs riding them.
If I spot any, I hightail it
down to the dispatch office...
and wire Washington
that we're being invaded.
That's very funny.
But I don't think it
meets the requirements.
I'm afraid it does, sheriff.
The law doesn't specify what the job
must be, only that I be gainfully employed.
And I can vouch
for that, sheriff.
You see, I'm paying him.
Well, it's time for me to take
another look. Excuse me.
ANNOUNCER: Maverick.
Starring James
Garner and Jack Kelly.
Produced by Warner Bros.
From the entertainment
capital of the world...
produced for television
by Warner Bros.
BART: The distance
from Placerville to
Virginia City is a little
over a hundred miles.
And as a general
rule, it's a two-day trip.
But as a general rule
on this stage line...
it's not a good idea to make
bets on the general rule.
He's not exactly my
fiancé. At least not officially.
Hasn't he proposed?
Well, it's, um,
kind of understood.
You mean he hasn't asked you?
WOMAN: He will when he's ready.
When he's ready. Hm!
Darling, men like that
just don't grow on trees.
You're letting a lot of grass
grow between your toes.
Please, Ann, not now.
What the lady's trying to tell you is
that out here a man doesn't ask a girl...
to marry him until he's reasonably
certain he can make her comfortable.
But, meanwhile, as she says...
you know, things just kind get
to be understood by everybody.
- Thank you, Mr...?
- Maverick.
I'm Laura Dillon. This is
my cousin, Ann Saunders.
The driver should
have introduced us.
Yes, he should have.
Guthrie. R.J. Guthrie.
Are you a rancher, Mr. Maverick?
No, ma'am.
A miner, perhaps?
Well, in a way.
I'd be interested to hear more
of your views on marriage.
DRIVER: Whoa!
Whoa... Whoa, whoa!
[ANN SQUEALS]
Well, now, how did
you manage that?
MAN: Lower that gun, driver.
Now drop it.
Get off the coach and
keep your hands high.
You people inside, get out!
Don't let these masks
frighten you, ladies.
I apologize, but they're
obviously necessary.
Let's all be good little boys
and girls and nobody will get hurt.
Anything interesting up there?
One of the ladies
wears a bustle. Heh.
BANDIT 1: Sorry, miss.
Thank you.
Now you, ma'am.
[SNAPS FINGER]
[SCOFFS]
Oh, now, friend, we can
do better than this, can't we?
I wouldn't insult you by believing
you were traveling with a measly $15.
I can bear it.
Anything in the bags?
BANDIT 2: No
money in any of them.
I make it a practice to
mail my money ahead.
Those mail coaches seem
to be better protected...
against baggy-headed bushwhackers,
no offense meant, of course.
Not at all.
Only, I just can't bring
myself to believe you.
Now, to save time...
I want you to take a
good look at this gun...
and just try to remember what
you did with the rest of that money.
I'm in no hurry.
I'll count to three.
One.
Two.
- No, don't!
- You'd like to say something?
He'll kill you.
This is only a robbery, cousin.
These gentlemen don't
wanna risk a murder.
Well, neither do I.
It's in there, stuck to
the top of the coach.
Get over.
[LAURA SHRIEKS]
BART: Cousin Ann
looked so innocent.
But she'd recognized
the outlaw by voice.
So he probably knew her
as well as she knew him.
Please stop looking
at me like that.
I did you a favor.
Kind of an expensive favor,
wouldn't you say, $1500?
It might have bought you a
very nice funeral, Mr. Maverick.
I guess I do owe you
something, Miss Saunders.
Well, at least it all served to
help us know each other better.
Much better.
BART: Wherever Ann went,
the outlaw wasn't sure to go...
but there was a chance he would.
And with $1500 in the
pot, that was enough for me.
Virginia City
would have to wait.
DRIVER: We got held up.
Get the sheriff.
There were two of them,
masked. Never got a look at them.
Laura, you all right?
You weren't hurt?
No, no serious damage.
They just took what little money
I had and they took Ann's ring.
Ann. My.
[ANN CHUCKLES]
She's all grown up.
- I remember such a little girl.
- Well, I was a little girl then too.
Well, I guess I'm
older than I realize.
But just as handsome. Uncle
Fred, it's so wonderful of you...
and Laura to take me in.
We're both happy you
finally decided to come to us.
Outrageous, this holdup. What
a welcome to your new home.
Your bags, ladies.
Oh, Mr. Maverick, I'd like you
to meet my father, Dr. Dillon.
- How do you do?
- I'm glad to meet you.
- Thank you.
- What happened to your face?
Cousin Ann tried to be
helpful, but it just didn't work out.
I think you better come over to
the house, let me patch you up.
- Might stay for dinner.
- Thank you, sir.
Yes, we'd love to have you.
Oh, that's very kind of you.
I'll come over just as
soon as I get settled.
All right. Anyone in town
can tell you where we are.
Flour sacks, huh?
Must be the same fellows robbed
the stage over at Willow Bend.
Any other clues you noticed?
Wouldn't you like
to question me?
I feel I was little closer to
the situation than the others.
From the looks of you, I'd say
you had your nose right up to it.
You recollect any lead
that might put us on to them?
Well...
I kind of prefer privacy
when I do my recollecting.
I'll bet you have
a very cozy office.
Come on.
To answer your
question, Maverick...
I reckon the whole county to be grateful
to anybody who could contribute anything...
to apprehending
them road agents.
The question was, sheriff, is there or
is there not a reward for those men?
Look, if you got something
to tell me, I'm ready to listen.
I was on my way to Virginia City,
sheriff, but I changed my mind.
I know something about one of
those thieves that nobody else knows...
and I think it's gonna
help me work off a peeve...
and get my money back with
interest, that is if there is a reward.
It's the duty of every citizen to help
the law in apprehending criminals.
You know, I'm not so sure but
you ain't flirting with a jail sentence.
Obstructing justice,
withholding vital facts.
Well, it isn't a fact.
It's just a hunch.
I should think getting your $1500
back would be reward enough.
That's just the principle. What
we're discussing now is the interest.
As you just pointed
out, I am a citizen...
so if there is a reward, and it's
to be paid out of public funds...
I'm entitled to know what
you are doing with my money.
It's not from public funds.
It's from the Express company.
What is, sheriff?
All right, there's a reward.
Five hundred dollars.
For both or each?
Each.
But it's got no bearing.
I wear the badge.
I make the arrests.
Now, you tell me what information
you got on them two road agents.
How do you suggest we pool
our resources, sheriff, fifty-fifty?
I consider that
insulting, Maverick.
The question of reward
never concerns a true lawman...
in the discharge
of his sworn duty.
You mean you won't split.
No.
And if you ever expect
to see your money again...
you better tell me
what you know.
Yeah, I guess I'd
better at that, sheriff.
Well, the two men you're after
are between 5 and 6 feet tall.
They ride horses
and they wear guns...
and have heads that look
remarkably like flour sacks.
Now, if that description will help
you capture those two desperadoes...
you're entirely
welcome to any rewards.
You know, I certainly like
this little town of yours...
and I think I'll be staying
here for quite a while.
If you need any more
help, I'll be at the hotel...
- you can call on me anytime.
- Maverick.
You got 24 hours.
For what?
To get yourself a job
or haul out of this town.
Suppose I decide to do neither.
I'll jail you as a vagrant.
Oh. That again.
Now, you wear that for
a few days, Mr. Maverick.
We don't want any infection.
- Besides, it makes you look distinguished.
- And feel foolish.
Why would you feel like that
about a little old bandage?
Well, I figure it kind of advertises
that I've been a little stupid.
[ALL CHUCKLE]
How large is your
ranch, Mr. Wilkerson?
Oh, I don't know, 1500
acres, more or less, I reckon...
what with a piece
Uncle Joby left me.
Ain't put it all together yet.
That's kind of
what's holding us up.
What a glorious future
to look forward to.
A lovely home, overlooking
fields of waving corn.
Herds grazing peacefully
as far as the eye can see.
A man, strong and handsome,
returning in the saddle at sundown.
And in the evening,
soft music from an organ.
That's a mighty pretty picture.
What place do you have in mind?
Well, I have an idea. Of
course, who plays the organ?
Do you, Ann?
Well, yes, a little.
Oh, but I, uh, I
wasn't thinking of me.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, now, this is embarrassing.
You, Laura, you and...
Well, I mean, it's all there, a dream
for two people to build together.
I...
Well, now, that's where I
disagree with you, Mr. Maverick.
No woman worth their salt would
want a man to do it all for her.
She would want to work with
him and to grow with him...
to share in the
labor and in the fruit.
I know if I...
Well, I don't know why
I'm running on like this.
It's just that coming from a
life so lonely and so hopeless...
discovering such a wonderful
country and such wonderful people...
wanting so much
to be a part of it...
[SOBS]
Oh, forgive me.
[DOCTOR CLEARS THROAT]
Well, I reckon she's
had kind of a rough day.
It's a new environment, a
new home and that holdup.
I'll see if I can help.
You do that, honey.
Trouble with that little
gal is she's lonesome.
Well, of course.
How long are you gonna
be with us, Mr. Maverick?
There are two
opinions on that, doctor.
I figure to be here
for quite a spell...
and the sheriff figures to shoo
me out tomorrow unless I get a job.
Well, if that's all you need,
you got no problem, Maverick.
I can always use an
extra hand at the ranch.
That's very kind of
you, Mr. Wilkerson.
And if I grow an extra
hand, I'll send it out to you.
[LAUGHS]
Ah...
No, what I mean is... Well,
ranching just isn't my profession.
More the social type, I take it.
Yeah. Gregarious. I enjoy being
among people. Six or seven at a time.
Say, that gives me an idea.
I'm taking Laura to a sociable
tomorrow night at the town hall.
Maybe you'd like to ask
lonesome Ann to go along.
Might perk her up, help her
get acquainted around here.
Yeah, that seems like a
good prescription for the girl.
I know it's sandbagging
you to ask it, Mr. Maverick...
but she isn't unattractive.
And if I guess right about your
profession, you could use the exercise.
Well, it might be a mutually
profitable experience at that.
But in return, I'd like a
favor from you, doctor.
Ask it and it's yours.
Hire me.
Employ me as of now at
any salary, a dollar a month.
Heh. As of now, you're employed.
Now, you mind if I ask
what I'm paying you to do?
Well, doctor,
you're a patriot...
and at your own expense, you've
hired me to protect our national security.
Well, now, that makes me
feel proud of myself. Ha, ha, ha.
BART: How do you do?
Will you break this
up for me, please?
Fifty dollar bills,
if you don't mind.
All we have is 600 in 50s, you'll
have to take the rest in hundreds.
Fine.
Six hundred, 700, 800, 900...
- one thousand.
- Thanks.
BART: I figured somebody
might have deposited...
some of my money, but these
were nice, new, crisp bills...
not a knife slit in any of them.
[BAND PLAYING WALTZ]
Thank you. So you're a
gambler, Mr. Maverick.
No, I'm a poker player. I do
my best to avoid gambling.
You were saying, Mr. Maverick?
A good poker player never lets
himself be bluffed out of an important pot.
Mrs. Beasley is suffering
from an enlarged liver.
- That's nice conversation while dancing.
- Didn't tell me, I felt it.
Maverick, your time's run out.
- You're taking the next stage out of town.
- Oh, but, sheriff, that's illegal.
I'm a working man. I
have a very important job.
- What kind of a job?
- Camel spotter.
- A what?
- Camel spotter.
Every hour or so, I step outside
to see if any camels are coming.
- Camels.
- With Arabs riding them.
If I spot any, I hightail it
down to the dispatch office...
and wire Washington
that we're being invaded.
That's very funny, but I don't
think it meets the requirements.
I'm afraid it does, sheriff.
Law doesn't specify what the job must
be, only that I be gainfully employed.
And I can vouch for that,
sheriff. You see, I'm paying him.
Oh, it's time for me to take
another look. Excuse me.
[DOCTOR CHUCKLING]
Oh.
Say, hadn't we
better get back inside?
How sweet is
mortal sovereignty...
think some!
Others, how blessed
the paradise to come.
Ah, take the cash in
hand and waive the rest.
Oh, the brave music
of a distant drum.
How wise, old Khayyam.
He's a little impractical too.
Oh, Buck, how long
since I've been this happy.
How long again will it be?
When are you two
getting married?
Which two?
Oh, Laura and me?
Say, we ought to
get to that soon.
You know what?
What, Buck?
You'll make such a
beautiful bridesmaid.
Well, look, we've
gotta go in right now.
[SCREAMS]
Annie, what...?
[ANN SCREAMING]
She had something down her back.
I did, a bug, it was crawling...
Why are you staring?
It's what happened.
Buck, what are they thinking?
[MURMURING]
Will you take me home, Buck?
Father, would you
please get me my wrap?
Yes, dear.
I'll be back for you. Annie
wants me to take her home.
Well, thank you, Buck, but
Mr. Maverick is seeing me home.
But...
Well, how do you play a hand
like this one, Mr. Maverick?
You don't. You fold and
wait for the next deal.
Shall we go look for camels?
Go easy on him, Laura.
She's a very attractive girl.
- Any man would wanna...
- Buck isn't just any man.
You know, it really
could have been a bug.
Oh, no.
There wasn't any bug. Just... I
can't help feeling sorry for her.
She has nothing and no one.
She must be terribly frightened.
But that doesn't mean
I'm going to let her win...
even though the grass between my
toes does seem almost a foot high.
Mr. Maverick...
kiss me.
No, no, kiss me, take me
in your arms and kiss me.
Thank you.
I just wanted to find
out if I was a woman.
Ann, where are you going?
The hotel. Until I can get
a stage back to the city.
Well, you certainly don't
want me around here anymore.
Oh, nobody said that.
Look, Ann, let's forget
about the other night.
I was terribly upset.
I probably jumped to
the wrong conclusion.
No, you didn't.
But the way you were going at it, I don't
think he ever would have married you.
I decided to keep
him in the family.
What changed your mind?
Oh, I haven't changed it.
At least, Laura dear, you
may learn something from me.
Ann, why are you doing this?
Not only to me, to Buck.
He's a fine decent man.
I'm depending on that.
Why?
You're not in love with him,
you hardly know him. Why?
Because I'm sick and
tired of running around...
like a scared rabbit
without a hole to hide in.
And I detest
condescending, sticky charity.
Buck Wilkerson is
security, independence.
And after one look at
the two of you together...
I knew I could get him.
[ANN YELPS]
Get out of this house.
Get out.
What's wrong, Laura?
Ann, what is it?
Oh, Buck, the shameful thing
she's been accusing me of.
Accusing you of what?
Of trying to steal you away from her
and of making love to you in public.
Oh, Buck, I can't
stay here any longer.
You're not gonna let her
go. She hasn't done anything.
Leaving was her own idea.
Buck, will you help me
carry these? I can't do it.
I'll be back, Laura.
[SOBBING]
[PIANO PLAYING HONKY-TONK TUNE]
And 100, gentlemen.
This time I'll see
your raise, Maverick.
And I thought we were
taking advantage of you.
- What do you got?
- Three little deuces.
Don't make sense.
You'll only drew one card.
Where did you get
this $50 bill, Mr. Link?
What's the matter? Ain't it
good? A fella gave it to me.
What fella, where?
My barbershop over in Sand Rock
yesterday. Two of them come in.
I cut their hair and one
of them paid me with it.
Ain't it good?
Good, it's beautiful.
- How far is Sand Rock?
- Twenty miles.
Thanks, Mr. Link. Bartender,
cash me in, will you?
And buy these gentlemen a drink. I'll
pick up the money later. Gentlemen.
- Hey, wanna sell your horse?
- Sell it? I hadn't thought about it.
Well, think about
it now. How much?
- Saddle and all.
- How much? Well, a hundred dollars.
Here, take it. Now
get off my horse.
Where you off to, Maverick?
I just saw a camel, sheriff.
- Evening.
- Evening. You have a vacant room?
Heh, we got a vacant
hotel, just take your choice.
No luggage?
I'll pick up what I need
at the store tomorrow.
- There is a store, isn't there?
- Oh, sure, sure.
- You staying long?
- Depends.
- Is there a livery stable?
- Yeah, oh, sure.
Got some business
you're attending to?
Just looking for a haircut. Will
you take care of my horse, please?
Yeah, sure.
Say, the only barber
we got is out of town.
He's over in Carville
visiting his sister.
Yeah, I know. I saw
him there. Which room?
Oh, just any one,
that key fits them all.
[PIANO PLAYING
"OLD FOLKS AT HOME"]
- Beat two pair.
- Got me beat.
New blood welcome in the game?
Grab a seat and bleed.
[BART CHUCKLES]
That the new style? Looked
like you were kicked by a horse.
The stage I was on was held
up by a couple of real sweet boys.
I was pistol-whipped and
they relieved me of $1500.
A very unpleasant experience.
Tough. That's a lot of money.
You sure got quiet
all of a sudden, mister.
Bet's up to you.
Well, now, let's see.
We've both got about the
same amount of chips...
all mine against all yours...
and $50 more just
to make it interesting.
- That's all I got.
- You got a pocket full of bills.
I'm playing table stakes.
What am I calling?
BART: Kings up.
Bartender, cash these in
for me, will you, please?
Thank you, gentlemen.
Stand still and nothing
will happen to your friend.
Hey, what's the idea?
Put a gun on that fella standing
at the end of the bar, will you?
These are the two
I was talking about.
Now, you tell him to drop that
gun or I'm gonna pull this trigger.
We've got nothing
to be afraid of, Pete.
Do like he says.
All right, now put some
of those bills on the table.
Take a look at those, will you?
See if there's a knife slit in them?
You sure called
that one, mister.
All right, on your feet.
On your feet.
You've collected less than $500 of
that money we took from you, Maverick.
Aren't you worried
about the other thousand?
- Panicked.
- Maybe we can talk a little business.
If it's about that
money, I'm all ears.
If you weren't so set on delivering
us to that sheriff in Carville...
we might take you
to where we hid it.
If I could figure out how to make
a profit on it, I might go with you.
You'd be a thousand
dollars richer.
Well, now, actually, I
wouldn't because that's
exactly the amount
of the reward money...
I'll be collecting for
bringing you fellas in.
Seems like all I can
do is break even.
- Where'd you get them?
- Over in Sand Rock.
They were playing
poker with my money.
Now, sheriff, we have
some business to talk over.
What kind of business?
Well, there's a little matter of
the rewards, or had you forgotten?
- Who are they? What are their names?
- We didn't get that personal.
How do you know they're
the men we're looking for?
I told you they were
spending my money...
the money they took
from me at the holdup.
Here's $400 of it.
Eight $50 bills.
And how do you
know it's your money?
Because they were issued
from the bank at Cedar City...
where I got them and
because of the knife hole.
I stuck them with a knife
to the top of the stagecoach.
- You never mentioned that before.
- You weren't receptive.
Sheriff, that man's loco.
We don't know anything
about any holdup.
I swear it.
I won that money in
another poker game.
All of a sudden, he jumps us,
takes my money and kidnaps us.
He ought to be in jail, not us.
There's something in
what he says, Maverick.
There were other passengers
on the stage, sheriff.
Laura Dillon and her cousin Ann.
Now, they saw me hide the money
and they can identify these men.
You said their heads
looked like flour sacks.
- They'll know their voices.
- Fine.
We'll have them in tomorrow to
identify them. Give me the $400.
- What for?
- Evidence, didn't you say?
[LAUGHING]
What are you laughing
at, you unvarnished thief?
LAURA: Mr. Maverick.
- Laura.
- I was told you caught the stage robbers.
They asked me to come
down for identification.
Your cousin was supposed
to come too. Where is she?
I don't know.
- The ranch, probably.
- The ranch?
Her husband's.
Her husband's?
Yeah, she married Buck
Wilkerson two days ago.
I'm sorry, Laura.
That gal plays a mean hand.
Well, all the cards
haven't been dealt yet.
There's still a
joker in the deck.
What do you mean?
I don't rightly know.
It's just a feeling I've had
about her since the holdup.
Don't give up yet.
Marriage is a pretty final
verdict, isn't it, Mr. Maverick?
WILKERSON: Whoa.
Laura, Mr. Maverick.
I sure hope those men you
brought in are the bandits.
They are.
How do you do, Mrs. Wilkerson? I
wish I knew how to congratulate you.
Well, you don't congratulate the bride,
Mr. Maverick, you wish her happiness.
Let's get this over with.
It's a long ride to the ranch.
We're on our way to
inspect a new breed of cattle.
New breeds are
always fascinating.
SHERIFF: Good morning, ladies.
Sorry to put you through all this
bother, but I need more evidence...
- than Maverick brought me.
- It's all right, no bother at all.
Thank you, Mrs. Wilkerson.
On your feet, you two.
You two have been claiming to be
as innocent as a couple of bear cubs.
I'm gonna give you
some advice like a friend.
I've been listening
careful to both of you.
Try to change your voices and I'll
know it fast, that will be the end of it.
You, say something to her.
Tell him to say,
"Throw down that rifle."
[IN SOFT VOICE]: Throw
down that rifle. BART: Louder.
[IN NORMAL VOICE]:
Throw down that rifle.
Now you.
To be or not to be,
that is the question.
You're not doing
yourself any good, fella.
Tell him to say, "I
apologize for these masks.
Don't let them frighten you." And
you don't have to shout it, just say it.
Heh. If that's what the
holdup man said, I'm...
Say it.
Don't let these
masks frighten you.
Those words are closer to what I
remember than what Mr. Maverick...
asked them to say. And the
voice is the way I remember it.
What about this man?
His voice fits too, and
they're the right size.
And I remember this one's
hands, long fingers and clean nails.
I just don't know.
No, the holdup men
seemed larger to me.
You have my identification and
Laura's plus the money, isn't that enough?
If the holdup men were talking through
masks, shouldn't we have done the same?
You got a handkerchief, ma'am?
SHERIFF: Say the same thing.
Don't let these masks scare you.
I apologize for...
I can't remember
what else he said.
Sounds the same to me.
Your handkerchief, ma'am.
Thank you, Laura.
Mrs. Wilkerson.
I don't see how you
can feel so sure, Laura.
And I don't see why you don't.
Goodbye, Laura, Mr. Maverick.
Buck, would you get me some
candy or something to munch on...
while we drive? I'm
getting a headache.
All right.
Well, please come over
and see us sometime, Bart.
I will, Laura.
And remember what
I said about the joker.
Oh, Buck, my
head's just killing me.
Would you mind going alone?
I'll stop and get something
for it at Uncle Fred's.
- You can pick me up there.
- All right.
Maybe it will give you a
chance to talk to Laura.
I'd feel a lot happier if you
two could be friends again.
We certainly feed our
prisoners well, don't we?
You ought to see what they
get before we hang them.
May I have some
more coffee, please?
There it is. Take it away.
Mrs. Wilkerson. Coffee, please.
Are you following me?
Everywhere I've been
today, you show up.
Now, Mrs. Wilkerson, I just
don't know how to take that.
If I move around a bit
it's because I'm nervous.
Those outlaws over
there owe me $2000...
and hardly anyone seems the least bit
interested in my collecting it except me.
Are you insinuating that I
deliberately refused to identify them?
I sort of got the feeling
that you'd, uh, rather not.
Annie, why didn't you
wait at Dr. Dillon's?
Because I didn't feel welcome
there. Let's go home, Buck.
- Good night, Mr. Maverick.
- Good night.
Good night, Buck.
We're not going home, Ann,
we're going to Doc Dillon's.
- Why?
- Because I said so.
That's not a very pleasant tone.
No, I guess it isn't. But I've gotta stop
treating you like a little girl sometime.
I don't even know
myself anymore.
Seems like since the first time I laid
eyes on you, nothing's made any sense.
Laura and Doc Dillon
are my best friends.
They're your relatives. You want
me to treat them like enemies.
I'm not going to do it.
They're my friends, and
we're calling on them.
[GUNSHOTS]
- What's going on down there?
- Jailbreak. I'm rounding up a posse.
Come on down. No telling
how long they've been gone.
- What happened?
- I don't know.
I found my deputy with his
skull stove in, cell wide open.
Get down here
and get saddled up.
No. I caught them
once. It's your turn.
Fine, it'll be my reward too.
Wilkerson, what are
you doing in town?
Been at Doc's house, was on our
way home when the sheriff came.
- Is your wife with Laura?
- No. She insisted on going to the ranch.
SHERIFF: Let's go!
[GUNSHOTS]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
- Still following me?
- What with outlaws running lose...
I thought someone ought to be
here with you, Mrs. Wilkerson.
Now, would you mind
telling me why you're here?
Well, I've spent a lot of time trying to
even up the books with our outlaw friend.
And then he gets
away, very mysteriously.
I'm here to see if I can't
put him back in jail again.
Shall we turn off the lamp
and wait for him to show up?
Well, what makes you
think he'll come here?
Because you and
he are old friends.
I've been fairly sure of that
ever since the day of the holdup.
I never saw him
before in my life.
Will you turn off
the lamp or shall I?
Yes, I shot him.
He broke in here...
demanding food and money.
I would have given him
that, but he wanted more.
He tried to make love to me.
When he put down his
gun, I got it and I killed him.
Well, there goes $500.
And you're not collecting
the other 500 either.
Or the $1000 I got
here in my pocket.
But you're gonna see something.
You're gonna see me put a
bullet right through the forehead...
of one of the prettiest, lyingest
murdering gals this side of...
Pete, no.
PETE: So he tried to make
love to you, did he, Annie?
Well, I'm ashamed of him.
After the way you ran out on him in
Denver, he should've had more pride.
But I guess he figured he had
a right to, being your husband.
Is that why you
smuggled the gun into us...
so you could get
him here and kill him?
No, Pete. No, no,
it wasn't like that.
I liked Joe. He was tough,
sure. But he wasn't mean.
You know something, Annie,
after you left him, he cried.
- Goodbye, Annie.
- Pete, no!
[HOOFBEATS APPROACHING]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
That one's hers.
That one's mine.
And you're not married.
Thirteen hundred
and fifty, 1400...
and a draft on the Express
Company for 500 more.
Thank you, sheriff.
Don't think I'm not sorry
to see you go, Maverick.
Well, I'll miss you.
And don't feel too bad, Ann.
You're a murderess,
but they'll never prove it.
You maneuvered a jailbreak,
but they'll never prove that either.
You're a bigamist.
And with all the aliases your
departed husband must have had...
they'll probably
never find the record.
And for all this, you
get a $500 reward.
Sheriff...
can't you keep her locked up
and give the town a half hour start?
Goodbye, Annie.
Leave an address. I may
drop in on you someday.
Lovely. How about,
uh, Pitcairn Island?
Don't be so sure she'll be
dropping in anywhere, Maverick.
Tsk.
Mr. Maverick, I think you've
done a splendid job, splendid.
You know, not a camel has walked
up this street since you've been here.
- Goodbye, doctor.
- Goodbye, Bart.
Yep, you're a woman, all right.
I guess I've got every reason
to be grateful, Mr. Maverick.
That's so you won't have
to guess, Mr. Wilkerson.
Oh, give him another
chance and marry him, Laura.
He isn't bright, but he's very
unattractive, and those are the best kind.
Ha, ha, ha. Goodbye.
Bye, ha.
BART: As I said, the trip to Virginia
City takes two days, as a general rule.
[English - US -SDH]