Bret Maverick

Season 1 Episode 14

Faith, Hope And Clarity (1)

Aired Tuesday 9:00 PM Apr 13, 1982 on NBC
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Faith, Hope And Clarity (1)

Everest Sinclair, the founder of a powerful religious sect, forecloses on most of the town's mortgages in order to build his "New Eden" which he calls Clarity. In desperation, the citizens of Sweetwater turn to Maverick and he enlists their aid in running a big con on Sinclair.


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    Jameson Parker

    Jameson Parker

    Whitney Delaworth III

    Guest Star

    James Staley

    James Staley

    Samuel Workman

    Guest Star

    Simone Griffeth

    Simone Griffeth

    Jasmine Du Bois

    Guest Star

    Priscilla Morrill

    Priscilla Morrill

    Mrs. Springer

    Recurring Role

    Jack Garner

    Jack Garner

    Jack The Bartender

    Recurring Role

    Luis Delgado

    Luis Delgado

    Shifty Delgrado

    Recurring Role

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      • Cy: A con!?
        Bret: Well, not just any con. Don't make it sound like it's made out of tin, either. I mean, a…good game can be a beautiful thing. Every situation calls for its own special breed.
        Cy: What do I know about them kinda schemes and games?
        Bret: About as much as I do on raisin' bulls, but I bought that ranch, didn't I? 'Cause that's what I really wanted. Now what do you really want, Cy?
        Cy: That land was their future, a place to settle when the time came. So I'm askin' you, ashes to ashes, there really a con that could get that land back?
        Bret: With enough money and the right operators and a plan tailor-made to the mark, yeah, there might be, yeah.
        Cy: Then you just hand me a shovel, mister, and tell me where to start diggin'.

      • Cy: They all came to me for advice, didn't they? Estelle and the others wantin' a nest egg when the time came for them to - to leave their shops and stores, so don't tell me it's not my land! I got my hand in this thing up to the elbow!
        Bret: All right, so Sinclair and his lawyers found a loophole, pulled the paper out from underneath 'em all. I mean, shootin' daylight through him isn't gonna get their land back
        Cy: I gotta do somethin'!
        Bret: Alright, wherever this guy Sinclair is from, he's got a lotta money and a lotta clout. Now you're not gonna win by comin' at him head-on. No, if you wanna turn it around, gotta expand your thinking, come at it from a different perspective.
        Cy: Now what in the name a dead roots does that all burn down to?

      • Mrs. Springer: No, I don't wanna go lie down.
        Mary Lou: Drinking isn't going to make it any better.
        Mrs. Springer: How would you know? You haven't been drinking.
        Rodney: Look, Mary Lou and I can finish all the work, and then maybe tomorrow if you...
        Mrs. Springer: Work!? Rodney, let me tell you a story about work. It's a trick to keep you busy...while someone else gets all the gold.

      • Mary Lou: (about Sinclair) Well, his utopia's gotta start someplace.
        Bret: Well, not here.
        Mary Lou: Well, it's tough to repossess a city like New York, but here...
        Bret: They only got a handful of landowners to contend with, huh?
        Mary Lou: The odds are better. And from the little digging I've done, they're not too worried how they go about it. They've got a very big omelet planned, Maverick. They're not afraid of breaking eggs.

      • Sinclair: Genesis, Mr. Crow, genesis. Nothing less than the creation of a new Eden - from the decay around us. Clarity will start out as a small city-state, not much larger than your Sweetwater, but in time the rest will follow.
        Samuel: And it's all perfectly legal.
        Crow: Yes, I know. But...
        Sinclair: The good of the many cannot be denied because of the convenience of the few. Now, in a movement such as ours, sacrifices must be made - mostly by us, but, from time to time, by others as well.

      • Bret: You know, this particular classic was one of my very first stings. It still fits like a well-worn glove.

      • Bret: Well, you're free to do, uh, whatever you want with your 75% share...
        Tom: Thanks.
        Bret: Yeah, but I think you could at least inform me before you invite this Delacord...
        Tom: It's Delaworth, and I've worked on this a long time, Maverick, so I want you to lay low and play even lower. No circuses, no bull auctions, no imported wine, nothin' movin' in the shade at all, you got me?
        Bret: Full in the face, Tom.

      • Bret: Oh, look, Sandeen, if this is a work-up to get me to buy a bag of your sacred canyon herbs...
        Philo: No, no, no, no. That was a bunch of skunk cabbage and saguaro juice. I'm talking...about something much bigger.
        Bret: You mean more expensive, right?
        Philo: Brother, I can't lie about this. I can't lie about anything anymore. I heard the voice.
        Bret: Oh, yeah, the whisper on the wind. Yeah, you handed me that one out in the, uh, badlands just before you left me stranded without a horse.
        Philo: No, I mean...I heard the voice. (glances skyward)
        Bret: The voice.
        Philo: Now you understand.
        Bret: Yeah, yeah. Yeah, Sandeen, you gotta stop eatin' that cactus. It's startin' to take its toll.

      • Tom: You must really hate me, gambler.
        Bret: Well, what would make you say a thing like that?
        Tom: I tell you I got a new partner comin' in here and you can't wait two sunsets to get one a your schemes goin'.
        Bret: Now, I tried to tell you all about this yesterday, but you weren't in a very receptive mood yesterday.
        Tom: Well, I'm not too sweet about it now, either. You tell me this isn't another full-feathered con you got stewin'.
        Bret: Well, yeah, yeah, but it's a real beaut. Why, when this runs right, I mean, music plays, flowers bloom, fruit just falls offfa trees. I cut my teeth on a game like this.
        Tom: I can cut a lot worse.
        Bret: Well, you musta heard about Estelle and the others losin' their land. Now, this is for a good cause.
        Tom: What about my cause, damnit!

      • Cy: Maverick, how long is this gonna take? I mean, maybe the stick just won't float on this whole thing.
        Bret: Hey, don't worry. We'll get Sinclair comin' at us. All we have to do is a little variation on the burn-and-bucket.
        Cy: The "burn-and-bucket"?
        Bret: Yeah, well, that's just a cut across for how this game works. You see, what we do is we wave a water bucket in front of the mark and then we build a fire under him. Now if we get that fire hot enough, he'll reach out and try and take our bucket.
        Mary Lou: Only there's no water in it.
        Bret: Well, not the kind he thinks.

      • Kate: Maverick, I've got enough trouble keeping the town fathers off my back. Now, why should my girls and I go looking for more?
        Bret: Well, how about 25% of the take?
        Kate: Ah, the classic enticement. But I've got enough, Maverick, to keep me dry and warm. I don't need any more.

      • Kate: Let's see now : you've tried money, sympathy, sweet talk and curiosity. Do you have any other approaches?
        Bret: Well, if you don't crack soon, Kate, I'm gonna have to resort to my naked wit and charm.
        Kate: Oh! My fatal weakness.

      • Sinclair: Now surely you must be exaggerating about this Hanrahan woman?
        Jasmine: You don't know her. She has a heart colder than the pits of Hell.
        Sinclair: But if I take you in, we'll be swamped by all kinds of riffraff running away from their pathetic lives... Not to mention what the press would do to us. Now, surely you can understand that? Well, and besides, you have no...essential skills.
        Jasmine: I know. She's only bred me to be a creature of pleasure, something to titillate the senses, an effect to arouse the primitive hunger strong men feel. But surely there must be something I can do for you?

      • Cy: Somebody wanna give me a hand with this bed?
        Jack: You know, that's where it happened.
        Cy: What? Where what happened?
        Jack: Twenty-three years ago, my uncle brought me to this door and said "Go on in, son. When you come out you'll be a man." Her name was Brenda. She died about 4 years ago in San Francisco.
        Cy: Somebody else wanna give me a hand with this bed?

      • Philo: It's the saloon dragging you down, isn't it, Tom?
        Tom: Tell me about it.
        Philo: You know there's a better way.
        Tom: Better way to what?
        Philo: Everything. I'm free now, Tom.
        Tom: You askin' for a job, Sandeen?
        Philo: I'm asking you to take my hand and let me lead you to a better place, a beautiful place where the darkness of a saloon cannot touch you.
        Tom: Sandeen, when I do decide to retire to the mountains, I'll pick my own place, and it sure as hell won't be with you holdin' my hand.

      • Mrs. Springer: Liquor is a cruel friend, Cyrus. It warms you wonderfully one day and it beats the hell out of you the next.

      • (a very large and unsmiling Arthur tears a Clarity pamphlet in two)
        Sinclair: I beg your pardon.
        Kate: When you're finished with his, you can start begging for mine.
        Sinclair: Can I do something for you, madam?
        Kate: I want Jasmine back, now! And I'm only asking nice because you're new around here and maybe you don't know how things work.
        Sinclair: Then I can assume you're Kate Hanrahan?
        Kate: You can assume you have a very big problem which is only going to get worse.
        Sinclair: Jasmine says you'll kill her if I turn her back over to you.
        Kate: She's my property, bought and paid for, and what I do with her is my business.
        Sinclair: It's not good enough. You don't frighten me, Hanrahan, I've dealt with people like you before.
        Kate: That's too bad, because the last gentleman who crossed me now sleeps all the time - very cold and very still.

      • (Fingers Wachefsky, the famous card sharp shows up at last)
        Kate: Well, we have been waiting for you to show up. So far, we've had nothing but amateurs.
        Fingers: Well, sorry to come here with bad news... (holds out his arms and both are in casts)

      • Philo: You had a vision...and I understand such things now.
        Sinclair: Really, Mr., uh...
        Philo: Sandeen. Philo Sandeen. Philo is Greek for love and Sandeen, in Sanskrit, means placing together. I'm "love of placing together". Don't you see how it all fits now?
        Sinclair: No.
        Philo: Well, you came to build a better world on the land which is as familiar to me as the hair in my nose. We could be of such help to each other. Let me ask you a question. When it came to you, was it all...light and color - or was it a high, reedy voice that woke you up in the middle of the night?

      • Jasmine: Oh, I'm sorry I've brought you all so much trouble.
        Sinclair: You're not the trouble, Miss Du Bois, merely a symptom...of a larger disease.
        Samuel: I think we should get the sheriff.
        Sinclair: No, Samuel. If sheriffs were the answer this kind of pestilence couldn't exist. We know the answer, that's why we're here. The problem crops can't grow until the old crops are plowed under.
        Jasmine: There's nothing you can do to stop her.
        Sinclair: Yes, I think Providence has already provided me with a way.

      • (nerves are frayed as the bell announcing the mark's arrival begins clanging)
        Fingers: Rodney, you wanna keep the cards a little, uh, closer to the table?
        Rodney: Yeah.
        Fingers: Yeah. Alright, in the room, if possible.
        (chaos reigns as props and people are dropping like flies)
        Kate: We're not ready. Well, I'm open to your suggestions.
        Bret: Makes two of us.

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