Maverick (1957) s01e14 Episode Script

1
Well, I guess we better get
You didn't like the picnic.
[GUNSHOT]
I mean business, Mr. Maverick.
Can you hit what's left?
[GUNSHOT]
Let's talk business.
BRET: There's only one thing
really wrong with Virginia City:
The biggest poker game in town
is a private affair.
- The Comstock Club is exclusive.
- Good evening.
BRET: If you're not a member
or recommended by one
you haven't got a chance of getting in.
Of course, exceptions are made
in the case of an important personality.
I'm sorry, Mr. Maverick,
but I never heard of you.
Oh.
- Good night, Tom.
- Good night, Mr. Horne.
- You sure there's no chance.
- Not unless you're a member.
Thank you.
Home?
I didn't know you were a gunman,
Mr. Jennings.
I know the truth now. Why the committee
voted against giving me the money.
It's no secret.
Congress isn't in the habit
of donating millions to crackpots.
Your money, your influence,
stopped me again, but for the last time--
Thank you, sir.
I appreciate the effort,
but really the trouble wasn't necessary.
Doesn't he know how to pull a trigger?
He hasn't the courage to pull the trigger.
Here
go ahead, shoot.
[CHUCKLES]
See what I mean?
You're a fanatic, all right, Jennings,
but you're not a very good fanatic.
I'm grateful for your interference, sir.
Dead you would have won, Horne.
You'd have been a martyr for all those
who think the same twisted way you do.
But alive?
But alive you're gonna be beaten.
- By Alex Jennings?
- By Jerome Horne.
Oh, you're desperate now, Home.
You're taking bigger and bolder steps
to stop me.
One step is gonna be too big, too bold.
Then you're gonna fall
and fall hard.
Jennings' folly.
What's that?
You must be a stranger here.
Alex Jennings wants to build
a five-mile long railroad tunnel
into the Comstock Lode
to cart the are out and ventilate the mines.
He should ventilate his brains first.
- Jennings is the kind, Mr
- Maverick.
Jerome Horne.
Jennings is the kind who shows up
after all the backbreaking work
and hard labor
of building railroads
and digging mines is done
and then he wants to tell you
how things should be from here on.
Better working conditions,
less danger.
If we'd listen to his kind, there wouldn't be
any working conditions to worry about.
We wouldn't have dug
any mines in the first place.
You going this way, Mr. Maverick?
I'm afraid so.
I couldn't get in the club.
Members and friends of members only.
You're a friend of a member now.
I was hoping it'd work out that way.
- It's all right, Turn. He's with me.
- All right, Mr. Horne.
Thank you.
[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]
Around this table, Mr. Maverick
we have some of the finest gentlemen
in Virginia City.
Mr. Willard Newton, rancher
Mr. Alfred Clay, gold mining
Mr. Stewart Kennedy, silver
Mr. John Bardeen,
my partner in railroading.
Gentlemen, Mr. Bret Maverick.
Poker player.
[ALL CHUCKLE]
Good luck, Mr. Maverick.
And good night again, gentlemen.
Chips are $50 a piece, Mr. Maverick,
minimum buy $2000.
Don't mind Bardeen, Mr. Maverick.
He gets a little touchy when he's losing.
Your two hundred, Mr. Maverick,
and a thousand bet.
Out.
Call.
Fold.
Three nines, Mr. Maverick.
Small straight, Mr. Bardeen.
I owe you $5000, Mr. Maverick.
I'd like a chance to get even.
Game isn't over, is it?
It is for me.
I've got some work to do in my office.
I have a proposition
I'd like to make to you.
A 55000 bet.
- On one hand?
- One cut.
I say for $5000
I can cut the ace of spades
with one try.
- Do I get to shuffle?
- As much as you want.
Well, do we have a bet?
Double or nothing?
Double or nothing.
Those are pretty attractive odds,
Mr. Bardeen.
One chance to cut the ace of spades,
correct, Mr. Maverick?
Correct, Mr. Bardeen.
I believe I have cut the ace of spades,
Mr. Maverick.
I new owe you nothing.
I'm afraid you're mistaken, Mr. Bardeen.
You now owe me $10,000.
[ALL CHUCKLE]
Looks like he beats you
-at your own game, John.
- Shut up.
You can have your money
in my office in one hour.
You've seen that trick before,
Mr. Maverick.
No, just that kind of trickster.
This is my profession, gentlemen.
Hard to understand
losing $10,000 to Bardeen
is no more than losing $10
is to most people.
He's that rich.
Some men can't stand to lose ten cents,
Mr. Kennedy
no matter how rich they are.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Come in.
- Yes, sir.
- I have an appointment to see Mr. Bardeen.
- Oh, uh, Mr. Maverick.
- That's right.
Go right in, uh, Mr. Maverick.
Mr. Bardeen is expecting you.
Uh, more ink.
JOHN:
Close the door.
- Your manners are bad, Maverick.
- How can you tell?
You had your back to me.
I have a feeling,
we're not fund of each other, Mr. Bardeen.
I suggest we get this over with
as fast as possible.
Fine. I'm not gonna pay you.
Goodbye, Mr. Maverick.
That's a little too fast.
You owe me $10,000. I want it.
Anybody who can palm an ace of spades
like you did, Maverick, is a cardsharp.
And I don't pay off to cardsharps.
Now get out.
Along time ago, Mr. Bardeen,
I decided that a gambling debt
wasn't ever important enough
to kill a man over.
I decided that welchers
are people to feel sorry for
that the pressure
that made them crawl so low
must have been worse
than anything I could do to them.
Sol let it go at that,
marked it off to profit and loss.
But you don't get off that easy.
No, sir.
Every time your name comes up,
Mr. Bardeen
every place I go,
I'm gonna tell this little story
about how
the millionaire railroad-builder
didn't actually lose $10,000
to the stranger after all.
Why not?
Because he didn't pay the stranger
what he owed him.
You wouldn't dare.
Like to bet another 10,000 on that?
[GASPS]
He's dead.
You better get the sheriff.
I'll get him myself.
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]
BRET: The sheriff had gone home
for the night
and the name John Bardeen
was too big for the deputy.
So the sheriff's home was the next stop.
[SIGHS]
That helps a little.
I wake up kind of slowly.
- I wouldn't get too upset, Mr, uh
- Maverick.
Yeah. If things went like you said,
it shouldn't go bad for you.
I believe it's customary to knock
before entering, gentlemen.
Oh, excuse me, sheriff,
I didn't recognize you. Good evening.
Don't you recognize me?
This is the man who shot Mr. Bardeen.
Right in there about two hours ago.
[SCOFFS]
Come on, sheriff, see for yourself.
This is what I'm talking about.
What's the joke?
It happened just like I told you, sheriff.
No, wait, he shot at me.
The bullets ought to be in that door.
It should be about right in here.
I can't arrest you for murder
but I can arrest you
on quite a few other charges.
The clerk out there,
he spilled ink when I came in.
Don't tell me no ink.
Either you've had
too much to drink or not enough.
Now, clear out of here.
BRET“.
You try to collect a debt
the man welches, pulls a gun,
you shoot him first
the sheriff investigates,
and finds absolutely nothing.
What do you do? You forget it?
You can't.
You are out £10,000.
All right, where do you begin?
The clerk without ink on his hands,
where else?
Getting a line on the clerk
took less than an hour.
He didn't look, think or act
like most people in Virginia City.
His name was Venner and he lived
in a lodging house on Taylor Street.
I wonder if you could help me, ma'am.
I'm trying to find a Mr. Venner.
He's dead.
What?
Struck down by a wagon.
Thank you, ma'am.
To begin with, Mr. Maverick,
I've already heard your fantastic story
about killing my partner.
It happened, Mr. Horne,
exactly as I told the sheriff it did.
It couldn't have.
My partner
is standing right out there now.
Hello, Mr. Maverick.
I don't believe we've met.
This is the man
you played poker with last night.
The man who owes me $10,000?
I'm, uh, sorry I was so rude last night,
Mr. Maverick.
Well, I'm sorry I killed you.
I prefer you don't persist
in telling that story, Maverick.
- Good day, Mr. Horne.
- Good day, Mr. Maverick.
- Mister, uh
- Bardeen.
Of course.
What to do about Maverick?
Depends on what he does.
Follow him.
What about him?
He'll behave.
Won't you?
- I don't like this.
- You will.
Be patient.
Nobody likes being a millionaire at first.
BRET“.
Half my problem was solved now.
I had my $10,000.
Solving the other half
suddenly didn't seem too important.
Suppose 1 did prove I'd killed Bordeen
I'd still have to prove
that I'd done it in self-defense.
Uh-uh! No percentage.
A trip to San Francisco
suddenly seemed like a better idea.
An hour later, 1 had my ticket
and nothing to do
till the stage left the next morning.
WOMAN:
Mr. Maverick?
Hello.
Hello.
I'm Jane Vaughn.
Heh, I'm not very flattered either.
- I've got the worst memory in the world.
- Heh.
That's all right. I'm not being very fair.
We only met once, just for a few minutes.
Club in New Orleans.
- Of course, the Jambalaya Club.
- Yes, that's right.
- It certainly took me long enough.
- Heh.
- Well, nice seeing you again, Mr. Maverick.
- Well, no, wait.
- I'll walk along with you, if I may.
- Well, I'm just going back to my hotel.
I won't be keeping you, will I?
No, no.
I don't have anything to do till tomorrow
morning's stage leaves for San Francisco.
Still trying to place me?
No, I'm trying to place
who you were with when we met.
Oh, he was a very handsome gentleman.
Husband?
Uh-uh. Brother.
- Miss Vaughn.
- Mr. Maverick.
It's a lovely day today. I have nothing
to do. I'd like you to join me.
Doing nothing?
How about a ride in the country,
a picnic lunch, champagne?
- Mr. Maverick?
- Yes, Miss Vaughn.
I accept.
- Jane?
- Mm-hm?
Why did you talk to me
on the street today?
Well, I always talk to my old friends.
How could we be old friends
if we've never met before?
But we have met.
At the Jambalaya Club?
- Yes, that's right.
- No, it isn't.
I made that up.
Why?
Because I knew you were lying
about knowing me.
How?
Your face.
It's too pretty to forget.
If I'd ever met you before,
I'd have remembered you.
And why didn't you say something
about it at the time?
What's your real name?
Ellen.
Ellen what?
Ellen Bardeen.
John Bardeen's daughter?
Niece. Ralph Bardeen is my father.
St: John Bardeen has a brother.
Yes.
Have you seen him, Mr. Maverick?
Do you know where my father is?
I think so.
But why did you
wanna get together with me?
Well, I heard the story that you claimed
to have shot John Bardeen.
So?
- Sn it was some place to start.
- Start what?
Mr. Maverick, my father and I
live on a small ranch
just outside of Carson City.
Well, I was away for a few days,
and when I got back, my father was gone.
No note, no message, nothing.
Suitcase was gone
and some of his clothes.
Mr. Maverick, my father is a timid man.
In five years, he hasn't been five miles away
from that ranch.
He never does anything
without talking to me first.
I'm all he has.
Why did you come to Virginia City?
Well, I wanted to see
if my uncle knew anything about it.
- John Bardeen?
- Yes.
But I couldn't find him.
And then I heard that you had claimed
to have killed John Bardeen.
Did you, Mr. Maverick?
In self-defense.
I'm sorry.
Don't be on my account.
I hated my Uncle John.
Treated my father like dirt, worse.
About 20 years ago,
he cheated him out of a gold claim.
That gold claim
was the start of John Bardeen.
I don't think my father ever got over it.
So I thought
there might be some connection.
Do you think there is?
I don't know.
- But I do know where your father is.
- Where?
Out at Home's ranch,
posing as your late Uncle John.
Why?
Why would he do a thing like that?
Are you sure
of what you're talking about?
Did you see my father?
Did you talk with him?
Today.
John Bardeen died owing me $10,000.
I wanted my money.
Your father paid me off
and tried to make me believe
that he was the man I'd killed.
But why should he pretend
to be a man he hated?
For some reason, Jerome Horne doesn't
want it known that his partner is dead.
What reason?
Mr. Maverick
if my father is posing as John Bardeen,
he's doing it against his will.
- Possibly.
- Probably.
But what can I do about it?
Go to the sheriff, I guess.
No.
Sheriff was put into office
by Jerome Horne.
Will you help me?
No, ma'am.
Not very noble, are you?
No, ma'am.
- Because you have your $10,000?
- Yes, ma'am.
Well, I guess we better get
You didn't like the picnic.
Mr. Maverick,
I'm going to take your $10,000
and I'm going to keep it
until you find out for me
why Jerome Home is using my father.
I can work from there myself.
Do you really think
you can force me to help you?
I'm going to try.
[GUNSHOT]
[GUN COCKS]
I mean business, Mr. Maverick.
Can you hit what's left?
[GUNSHOT]
Let's talk business.
There's nothing to talk about.
You just give me the money.
When you find out what I wanna know,
you'll get it back. It's that simple.
No, not so simple.
What if I won't give you the money?
Then I'll kill you.
And do what
about getting the information you want?
I'll still have your $10,000.
So I'll use it to hire someone
to do the work for me.
- You sound determined.
- I am.
I love my father, and in a way, you're
responsible for everything that's happened.
So I feel very righteous
about forcing you to help me.
Now, put the money on the seat.
Yes, ma'am.
Move over there.
Yes, ma'am.
I'll leave your gun on the road.
Goodbye, Mr. Maverick.
[HICCUPS]
[SIGHS]
[YELPS]
All right,
you didn't hide the money in your room.
The clerk didn't put it in the safe.
That leaves you, personally.
- Come near me and I'm gonna scream.
- If I don't get my money, I'll scream louder.
Now, don't you dare.
Don't you dare come near me. All right.
All right, I'll give you back your money.
It's in the bureau.
I looked in the bureau.
I turned every drawer inside out.
It's not in a drawer. It's under one.
It's glued to the bottom one.
It's all there.
[GRUNTS]
I gave up.
After you slugged me?
I didn't like slugging you.
You poor girl.
Now, what's the real reason?
Well, I guess I misjudged you.
You work on your own terms.
If I take your money away from you,
well, you go after the money
instead of what I want you
to go after to get the money.
It was my mistake and I'm sorry.
Oh, and I'm so sorry I did that.
That's all?
[SIGHS]
I think we're in business.
You mean you'll help me?
You'll go out to the ranch after my father?
When I find out more
about why Home is using your father.
[CHUCKLES]
You know, you're funny, Bret.
What you won't do for $10,000,
you will do for nothing.
You're rather impulsive.
BRET: For a start,
for some proof that I was telling the truth
about the gunfight with Bardeen
I headed back discreetly
to the
Horne-Bardeen Holding Company office.
The door where Bardeen's bullets had gone
was something to go on.
They hadn't had time to repair the door
before I'd returned with the sheriff.
But they had had time to switch the door
with another one.
So far so good.
The hinges had been worked on recently.
The problem was simple now,
find the original door.
It was in one of the rooms
in the building.
How many rooms were there?
Then again, maybe,
it was right in this room.
There it was,
buried in what was now the closet door.
MAN: You're gonna burn your fingers.
Hold it.
Turn around.
Drop your gun belt.
Kick it over here.
Do you know, for a while there
I really thought
you were gonna go to San Francisco.
So did I, for a while.
You should have.
[GUNSHOT]
You all right, Mr. Maverick?
I'm fine, thanks to you
Mr. Jennings, was it?
Alex Jennings.
I am not used to these.
You did fine, Mr. Jennings.
But what were you doing here
in the first place?
You following him?
No, I was following you,
then I saw him.
His name is Norman Brock.
He works for Home and Bardeen.
Kills for them, I should say.
Well, what were you doing
following me?
I wanna talk to you, Mr. Maverick
about you having shot John Bardeen.
- Is that true?
- Yeah.
Can we go somewhere and talk?
My place?
It's very important to me, Mr. Maverick.
It might be important to me too,
Mr. Jennings.
Now, this is the Comstock Lode.
The heat comes from these boiling,
underground springs.
The gases rise over here.
Now, my tunnel will be a means
of drawing off water and gases alike
reducing the temperature to close
to normal surface temperature
and eliminating the gases
almost entirely.
Fresh, cool air, Mr. Maverick.
Safety.
How long is the tunnel new?
Twenty-one thousand
three hundred and seven feet.
A little over four miles.
A hundred and eighty-seven feet over
as of tonight.
Mr. Maverick, there is no little
when you dig a tunnel.
Every inch counts after 16 years.
Sixteen years?
It should've taken only four,
but for Home and Bardeen
they have fought me
right from the start
stopped me wherever they could.
At the banks, in the courts,
even in the congress of the United States.
They have made me
a figure of public ridicule.
Jennings' Folly is the name
my tunnel goes by
and the names for me are worse.
But why?
How does the tunnel hurt them?
Their railroad.
They make their money carting the are
out of the mines, into the refineries.
And the tunnel will make it a short haul?
One-tenth of the distance, Mr. Maverick.
That is the reason I started this tunnel.
It was a railroad first,
a means of ventilation second.
Now, it's the other way around?
It has been for the past seven years.
Mr. Maverick
these are medical histories
of over 400 men, miners
who died
working in the Comstock Lode.
Each death can be directly attributed
either to the gas in the mine, or the heat.
Doesn't the public know about this?
[SCOFFS]
The public only knows what Home
and Bardeen want them to know.
Mr. Maverick, did you shoot John Bardeen
as you've said?
Mm-hm.
But I heard that when you went back
to the office his body wasn't there anymore.
That's right.
They don't want Bardeen's death known.
- Why?
- There's only one reason I can think of.
Home and Bardeen
are in great financial trouble.
I know they've spent a fortune fighting me.
That must be it.
What does have to do
with Home covering up Bardeen's death?
The courts, Mr. Maverick.
Bardeen's death will throw
their partnership into probate for the heirs.
The company's records
would have to be made public.
The creditors might panic,
demand their money, foreclose.
This could mean the end of them.
You could be right.
Bardeen's brother
is posing as Bardeen right now.
What?
Why, then I am right.
Do you know what that means to me,
Mr. Maverick?
It means that at last
I've got Home on the run.
You will help me, won't you,
when it comes time to expose Horne?
Well, let's say I won't stand in your way.
Mixing in other people's business
isn't my profession, Mr. Jennings.
Sometimes we can't stay out of other
people's business, can we, Mr. Maverick?
We can try.
Good night, Mr. Jennings.
Good night, Mr. Maverick.
[DOOR CLOSES]
- Howdy.
MAN: Howdy.
Fence posts.
Fence posts?
I got no instructions for fence posts.
- Where are you from?
- Colride Lumber.
Never heard of them.
- Where are your shipping orders?
- In back with the fence posts.
- Let's have a look at it.
- All right, I'll show it to you.
Well, open it up.
Get inside, mister.
Father! Oh!
Are you all right? I was afraid
something terrible happened.
No, no. I'm fine, just fine, my dear.
- Mr. Bardeen?
- Mr. Maverick.
Mr. Maverick got us here in a wagon.
- We can get out the same way. Come on.
- Hold on. Why do we wanna get out?
You're being held a prisoner here,
aren't you?
I was.
You're not new?
Doesn't Horne wanna pass you off
as your brother anymore?
Oh, yes, by all means.
But I no longer object.
- But why not?
- Why should I?
What's wrong with being John Bardeen,
millionaire partner of Jerome Horne?
I rather like the idea.
Your father is a timid man?
From Havana, Cuba.
Father, you want to be John Bardeen,
right?
Why not, Ellen?
John Bardeen has money
jewelry, elegant surroundings.
I was just writing you about it
when you came in, Ellen
tn ask you to join me here
and share in this life with me.
What did Ralph Bardeen ever have?
Poverty.
Doing without for a lifetime hasn't been
pleasant, especially when I did without
because my own brother cheated me
out of what should've been mine.
I have never known one moment
of gracious living, Ellen
nor your mother
nor you.
You see what I'm getting at,
don't you?
She's way ahead of you.
Well, why not?
Why shouldn't he have a little luxury,
and a little comfort, and a few riches?
Well, there's always the gout.
Tsk. Don't mind Mr. Maverick, Father.
He's just upset
about somebody named Jennings
who wants to build
a tunnel, or something.
I'll get over it.
You know, Father, I think you're right.
I think we have a very lovely life
ahead of us.
You'll forgive me if it takes a while to get
adjusted to being a rich man's daughter.
Niece.
The price tag is on the bottom.
Tsk. Don't be a spoilsport, Bret.
I wouldn't think of it.
Goodbye, Ellen, Mr. Bardeen.
Where are you going?
The wagon. I rented it by the hour.
Oh, stop it.
Now, why shouldn't Father get everything
he can out of this?
It was Uncle John that cheated him
out of the claim in the first place.
I didn't say a word.
I know what you're thinking:
"Poor Mr. Jennings!"
Well, I never stand in his way,
neither did Father.
Let him build all the tunnels he wants to.
Why blame us?
- I'm not blaming anybody.
- Well, then, where are you going?
MAN:
No place.
[GUN COCKS]
I hoped we weren't gonna meet again.
Imagine how I feel.
- Take him out.
- No, leave him alone.
I've been listening to you from outside,
Ellen.
You're obviously interested
in the finer things in life.
They're not free, you know.
Well, the price better not be too high,
Mr. Horne.
If you kill him,
you'll get no cooperation from me.
Mr. Maverick tried to help me, us.
Can't end this way,
we're not murderers.
No harm must come to my daughter,
gentlemen.
- Suggestion?
- Go ahead.
Why all this talk about
what to do with Maverick?
Let him go. He can't hurt you.
- He can ruin everything--
- Be quiet.
Go ahead.
No one believed me
when I said I killed John Bardeen.
Why should they start
believing me now
when I say that John Bardeen's brother
is taking his place?
They might stop laughing
and start getting nasty.
After all, Mr. Horne,
you, John Bardeen's partner
swear that this is John Bardeen.
And you, his niece, tell the same story.
Who's gonna believe me?
Alex Jennings?
So why should I make the effort?
That's my point.
- Where will you go from here?
- San Francisco.
The sooner the better.
Well, you're not the most grateful of men.
I just saved your life.
You also got rid of a bad conscience.
Goodbye, Ellen. Happy money.
Don't let him disturb you, Ellen.
He doesn't.
BRET“.
My pappy had it right.
Stick your nose in other people's business,
and you'll get it bent.
My business is gambling.
Jennings' is building tunnels,
and that's that.
MAN:
All set, folks, you can get aboard now.
[EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE]
What was that?
- It was a gas explosion.
- How do you know?
Well, I was in one of these once, mister.
Come on, they'll need every one of us.
[CROWD CHATTERING]
How about you?
We need all the help we can get.
Let's go, friend. It's brawn we need.
- No, I'm going to San Francisco.
- Yeah, later.
- No, wait, you don't understand.
MAN: Come on, everybody helps.
Stretcher.
Mr. Maverick.
It's a pretty hot little mine you got here,
Mr. Jennings.
Looks like I was right, Mr. Maverick.
About it sometimes being hard
to stay out of other people's business.
No, nonsense.
I was just doing this for the exercise.
Hello, Bret. How do you feel?
Surprised.
- What are you doing here?
- Worrying about you.
Why? Something go wrong
with your inheritance?
Everything.
Spare me the details. I'm not interested.
Yes, you are.
I'm on your side, Bret. Jennings' side.
Well, don't make it any worse for me.
I don't like what I'm doing
and I don't like to give up
what I'm giving up.
But when I heard
you'd volunteered to risk your life
by going into the mine,
well, everything changed for me.
Volunteered?
Don't try to deny it.
I was out shopping
when I heard all about it
looking at silk dresses.
Suddenly, I felt so ashamed.
Now that I have seen all this,
Bret, I could never go back.
A hundred men were killed here,
just blown to bits in one horrible second.
I can't stand in Jennings' way.
Are you sure?
All this won't look so grim by morning.
It'll look grim to me
a hundred mornings from now.
What about your farm in Carson City?
How will that look in the light of day?
Beautiful.
I was just checking.
I'm really grateful to you, Bret.
You know, if you hadn't volunteered
to go down into the mine
I might never have taken
a second look at things.
[GRUNTS]
- What is it, Bret? Are you all right?
- I'm fine, fine.
- Wait a minute. I'll go get a doctor.
- No, no. It's nothing.
Are you sure?
Positive.
[GROANS]
Somebody need a doctor over there?
No, no, everything is all right.
- Here, here, let me help you.
- Oh, thanks.
Oh, heh.
Say
how about your father?
Does he know you've changed sides?
Mm-mm.
We're gonna have to go
rescue him again.
- Pshoo.
- Bret, are you sure you're all right?
Oh, I'm weak as a kitten.
[CHUCKLES]
I think
you'll make it to my carriage, kitten.
BROCK:
Hold it.
You left your carriage
in a very convenient place, Miss Bardeen.
There's a barn over there.
What happens there?
Mr. Home's
gone through a lot of expense
over this John Bardeen business,
Mr. Maverick.
It can't all come to nothing
just because the little lady there
suffered a change of heart.
Move.
That's far enough.
When I say Horne, you faint.
Turn around.
You know, you're making one mistake,
Brock.
What's Ralph Bardeen going to say?
How cooperative is he going to be
when he finds out you shot his daughter?
He'll never find out.
You're both gonna die accidentally.
With bullets?
From a carriage accident.
You were running away together.
Your carriage lost a wheel,
went over the cliff.
Clever.
Whose idea was that?
Yours or Home's?
[GROANS]
[GUNSHOT]
[GUNSHOT]
You can get up now.
Ellen?
- Hey, Ellen.
- Mm.
[ELLEN GROANS]
[CHUCKLES]
I guess I should have said,
"Pretend to faint."
[GRUNTS]
- Is everything"?
- Everything is fine.
[SIGHS]
- You're not gonna faint again, are you?
- Heh.
No.
No, not if you keep talking to me,
I won't.
About what?
Oh, I don't know.
Tell me about a picnic
you're gonna take me on.
Okay, a picnic it is.
As soon as we take care of Mr. Horne.
The first thing
we're gonna have is?
Champagne.
- Sunshine.
[ELLEN CHUCKLES]
And there'll be no gunplay whatsoever.
It'll just be the two of us and the ants.
BRET: Five days later, a lot of changes
have been made in Virginia City.
Ralph Bardeen had been rescued again.
Jerome Home was on trial for murder
and Alex Jennings
had gone to Washington
at the invitation
of the 0.5. Congress.
And Ellen and I
were finally able to keep our appointment
with the ants.
[HICCUPS]
Bless you.
Thanks.
[English - us - SDH]