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What did you tell him? I didn't see him. I never left the hotel.

We'll have to get rid of you.

She wants out, we'll let her out. We don't know what she told Maverick. It

doesn't matter. It can be explained away.

All right, Pepe.

A Warner Brothers television production.

What do you say, senor?

It's your bet.

You open.

I would like to... What is the expression?

To tap you.

Tap me? I have over 5 ,000 here.

Most of it mine, senor.

I'm not ungrateful.

But how can you tap me? You only have 50 over there.

You're a gambling man, no?

I'm a gambling man, yes.

That's how I know you can't tap me unless you have at least as much as I

Well, I... I have what might be regarded much more.

Have you been at the Santa Leora, senor?

Down in the Rio Grande?

A charming little town with wonderful clima. That is, climate.

No matter how hot it gets there during the day, there's nothing to do at night

except at La Dama Fortuna.

In your language, the lucky lady. A cantina of which I, Miguel Ruiz, am the

proprietor. It is also a gambling hall, at which games are a chance of playing

24 hours a day, of which the house receives a percentage.

And the señoritas that dance with the gentlemen.

Not one over 20.

That sounds just fine.

I'll have to go down there sometime.

You may do better than that, señor.

You may just possibly win it.

Or just possibly not.

I have the deed for the dama afortunada.

I tap you, senor.

I call.

It is a phone.

Pardon me, could you tell me where the lucky lady is located?

Yeah, right there.

Oh, thank you.

Uh, I own it now.

Do tell.

Yes, sir.

I'd like to invite you to help me celebrate the new ownership.

Free drink?

Uh,

excuse me, gentlemen.

My name is Bart Maverick. I'm the new proprietor of the Lucky Lady.

I'd like to invite you up to have some free drinks till sundown.

Gentlemen, free drinks at the Lucky Lady.

I'm the new owner.

Well, maybe I didn't make myself quite clear.

Drinks on the house till sunset.

Till midnight?

I'll take you up on that, mister.

And if I heard right, you said three drinks.

Oh, I most certainly did that, sir. If I understand the invitation, it means

three drinks any place.

Right. If there isn't any in there, you'll buy them for me at the El Molina

Rawhide across the street.

Well, that won't be necessary, sir. Now, why shouldn't we have our drinks right

here?

That's right.

Who is this Judge Painter?

Territorial judge.

Why did he close my place?

Well, the town is in a kind of a jam on account of that Spanish lady that just

got here.

What Spanish lady?

The one who put the town in a jam.

Where is this Judge Painter's office?

In the courthouse, right around the corner.

Why is that cantina across the street open and mine closed?

Why is the cantina across the street open and mine closed?

Well, sir, in a manner of speaking, you can blame it on the lady in back of me.

Where's Marquette that day, Rue Senor?

She was a lovely woman, wasn't she?

What do you mean, wasn't she?

Well, she's been dead over a hundred years.

What is she going around closing saloons for now?

Well, she owned most of the town of Santa Leora, given to her as a land

from the King of Spain, Ferdinand VI, for meritorious services to the crown.

Well, I won the lucky lady because four trays beat a full house any time.

What's a dead woman want with a canteen anyway?

She's making no demands of you personally.

But a great -great -granddaughter of hers, the present Marquesa, arrived in

yesterday with a land grant, and she claims possession of the entire estate.

The whole town?

Well, from the other merchants, she wants only 10 % of their revenues, but

insists that your establishment be razed to the ground.

Why is she clamping down on me, Judge? Well, for sentimental reasons.

The original Hacienda stood on the site of the lucky lady.

The young Marquesa plans to rebuild it.

However, I am examining the grant, and if it should prove at all doubtful, I'll

let you know.

When, sir? Tomorrow at the latest.

Then I own the lucky lady, at least until tomorrow. So I'll reopen her now.

Until you make your decision, Judge, I'm still legal owner of the lucky lady.

Incidentally, drinks on the house tonight.

Come on over and hoist a few, Your Honor.

Thank you.

Say, does anybody have a key to this place? No.

Well, stand back.

All right, everybody inside. It's open. As I said, drinks on the house.

You should not have thrown a knife at him.

It's unnecessary for us to do him physical injury.

As yet.

We will continue.

This, Marquesan, was the dervish in your wine cellar. You remember it, of

course.

No.

Well, you were a very young child when you were last here.

Strange, there's no other door.

Hey.

What's your name?

Charlie Plank. Good, Charlie. Come on.

All right, set him up.

Drink up.

This is where the family stored their fine old wines.

Amontillado, Madeira, a superb port which probably has no equal in America.

When the Hacienda burned down, luckily, the fire did not reach here.

These two you should perhaps remember, if the occasion calls for it.

There was an entrance to this cellar from the patio.

It is now heavily overgrown, I believe.

Well, I think that will be enough for now.

Shall we go upstairs and confront our adversary?

Marquesa?

With your permission.

Some of the ladies want wine, Mr. Maverick.

Oh, that's fine.

Do we have any wine, Charlie?

We've got a whole cellar full.

Well, that's good. Here, Charlie, you serve the boys at the bar, and I'll get

the ladies some wine.

Hello.

Well, how did you get down there?

The Marquesa was inspecting her wine cellar.

She is finished now, so you may step aside.

This room, Doña Luisa, we will rebuild as La Sala Grande, as it was in the time

of your illustrious ancestors.

And beyond, we will put the Galleria, with her portrait to grace it.

For your own chambers, I thought perhaps...

You wish something, senor?

Does a man have to make wishes in his own cantina? Ah, you are the new owner,

-called. A situation which will be changed before morning.

Well, I wouldn't count on that if I were you.

Anyway, free drinks in the house until midnight.

Excuse me, would you care for some champagne?

The Marquesa does not accept hospitality from a stranger.

We can take care of that angle.

My name is Bart Maverick.

We must not be ungracious, Manuelo.

I am La Marqueta del Ruiseñor.

And this is my attorney, Señor Manuel Ortiz.

And my dueña, Señora Eufemia Machado y Jimenez.

And this is Pepe, an old family retainer.

His teeth are all gold.

It is a little personal whim.

He'd better watch out or someone's liable to take a claim on him.

Well, what will it be? Marquesa champagne?

I understand that I have some very fine old wines in the cellar.

Senor.

You have nothing downstairs and nothing upstairs either.

That's your story, senor.

Perhaps you'd like to hear my story.

I own this place, and I'm going to keep it. There is a law in this territory

which says that an old land grant... The laws that I work by were written by a

man named Hoyle, who says, for instance, anybody holding four trays... Haven't

you had enough of this fellow, Doña Luisa?

Si.

I think it is best that we go now. Just a minute.

You're leaving something behind.

I think this belongs to one of you.

Why, it's Pepe's. He must have dropped it. Just two inches from my left ear.

He is sometimes negligent.

He will not be so careless after this.

Come, you ladyship.

He will make trouble for us.

The gambler.

Let him stay where he is for now.

There'll be no question about the land, Grant.

I'm not so sure.

This maverick looks like a pretty tough hombre.

We'll take care of him.

You just do your job and leave the rest to us.

Well, I'm just getting fed up with my job.

I was never good at playing parts, and I keep forgetting my phony Spanish

accent.

One of these days the Marquesa is going to open her mouth and I'll pop out.

Just what are you thinking of doing?

I want out of this masquerade.

It's getting too dangerous.

It will be much more dangerous if you're thinking of dropping it.

All I have to do is... What?

Walk out on you.

I'm not interested in money if it leads to jail.

Tell them I've disappeared or get yourself another Marquez or I'm Marquez.

Him for...

Now he can't give you away. He can't talk.

Keep him away from me!

Who are you?

Lily Nightingale.

From the Silverload Saloon in Tombstone.

I suppose his next move will be my throat.

Well, how are you going to explain me with my throat cut?

How?

I will show you.

Alas, Judge Painter, the poor little Marquessa could not stand it.

All alone in the world, her parents dead.

A poor, lonely, frightened orphan who faced a fight with his maverick.

So last night, when we thought she was fast asleep...

We told Pastor Devota Dueña and took the knife from her sleeping servant, Pepe.

And... And then...

We

found her through in the morning.

Now, who are you?

I am La Marquesa Luisa del Ruiseñor.

And where are you from?

The hacienda of my sainted parents burned down when I was a little girl.

I was taken to a convento to stay with the sisters.

You came and took me away from there when you realized that I was the heiress

this great estate.

You had found the land grant.

I'm glad you decided to accept my invitation, Judge Painter. You changed

mind, huh?

Well, that's fine.

Drinks on the house, gentlemen. Well, unfortunately, Mr. Maverick, I have some

bad news for you.

When you reopen the cantina, I examine the Marquesas land grant.

It is entirely legal.

I shall have to dismiss you from these premises.

Judge, this cantina belongs to me. I have no intention of leaving.

Then I have no recourse but to put you in jail.

I am very sorry, but I think you'd all better go home at once.

Otherwise, the Marquesa will demand and legally get the entire town. Now, I

think you'd all better go.

Oh, you too.

Looks like it's going to be a long, dry summer.

I think you'd better go too, Mr. Maverick.

Look, Judge, I won... You won nothing.

Neither did you lose very much. It was a poker hand.

Now, where would you prefer to spend the night? In your hotel room or in jail?

Right here.

Then I'll have to summon the sheriff.

You see, Judge, I haven't really had time to register in the hotel yet.

The Marquesa will save him the expense of a room tonight.

She will not mind if he stays here and says farewell to what he never owned.

And tomorrow morning, you better leave town.

And for your sake, don't come back.

Don't look out, friend. I'm going to send you to the pawn shop tooth by

A la víbora de la mar, de la mar, por aquí pueden

pasar. La de adelante corre mucho, la de

atrás no quedarán. A la víbora, víbora de la

mar, de la mar, por aquí pueden pasar.

Papa? Huh?

No, it's me, Maverick.

What are you doing down here, Marquesa?

This cellar's been haunting me.

I can't get it out of my mind.

I get one of those funny notions that I've been here before.

That you've been here before?

Well, isn't that natural?

Is it?

What are you doing here?

I heard you singing and I came down.

There's a tune I heard some little children singing once in El Paso.

It starts out...

I don't know it. You were just singing it.

How did you get down here? I didn't see you come in.

There's a passage from the patio to the cellar here.

Outside, there's a large jacaranda tree.

I remember in the springtime, the flowers are like a blue cloud.

That's silly.

I can't remember a thing like that.

I've never been here before in my life.

Marquesa de Rua Senora must have been here at some time.

And she'd be speaking to me now in Spanish accent.

A little while ago, I told them this would happen.

Good grief.

If they find out I'm gone, I'm a dead duck.

What?

That means dead duck in Spanish.

So now you know.

I'm a fake.

You were singing in Spanish.

So I used to work in a dance hall in Tombstone.

There was a Mexican family down the street and they had a lot of cute kids.

used to play with them sometimes.

I must have picked up the song from them.

How did you get mixed up with Ortiz and company?

I'm supposed to be a dead ringer for the old girl in the portrait, so they

latched on to me.

I'm to get a lot of money.

Only I'm sick of it.

I'm scared.

I'd like to get out, only that Pepe loves to use his knife.

What's your real name?

Lily Nightingale.

Do you know what ruiseñor means in Spanish?

Mm -mm. I've picked up a...

Word here and there, and the rest Ortiz taught me.

Ruiz Senor means Nightingale.

That's a coincidence, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it must be.

I'll take you back to your hotel.

Oh, no.

No, let's go the way you came.

Ortiz and Pepe left before I went to bed.

If they're still out and the old woman's asleep, I can sneak back into the room.

What are you looking at?

You said you saw a jacaranda tree out here.

There is no jacaranda tree.

She sleeps like a log. I'll get in, all right.

You can have your cantina back now, I suppose.

Are you going to tell Judge Painter what I told you?

What would happen if I do?

Well, if they find out I've blabbed, they'll hand me over to Pepe.

I thought about that.

About the land grant, do you think that's a fake, too?

They had it before I joined them.

And from the way they talk, I think it's genuine.

Then what did they want with you?

Well, they've never been able to find the real Marquesa.

She disappeared from the convent when she was a little girl.

Do you think you can get me the grant?

The judge has it now, but I suppose you'll have to give it back to Ortiz.

I can try.

You do that.

Good night, Louisa.

Lily, to you.

Good night, Lily.

What was that for?

For seeing me home. I'm the grateful type.

Coachman, I'm looking for a Mr. Bart Maverick.

Well, after what happened here yesterday, it wouldn't surprise me if he

the Husko.

I'd be shocked if he weren't.

In that case, he'll hold.

Where is the Lucky Lady Saloon?

Right over there.

Thank you.

Maverick, how charming to see you.

Nobby old Ned Wingate. What brings you here?

Seeking you out, old boy?

I'd heard of your great good fortune and came expressly to congratulate you on

it. What great good fortune?

Two days ago, I was in a little sliver of a town.

A dot -deep mudge on the map. Don't ask me how I got there. I forget myself.

There, I met a weeping Spaniard who told you I won his cantina in a game of

cards. So you came looking for me to find out how much you could grab for

yourself. One of the things I most admire in you, Maverick, is a certain

blunder, which reaches a point quickly and... Well, I can reach another point

quickly, Ned.

You can't possibly have a piece of this cantina because I don't think I have a

piece of it myself.

Ah, the Ortiz business.

I see you've encountered the situation.

Dead on.

How do you know about that?

My spies, old boy.

Besides, I've met this Ortiz character socially.

In what jail?

Abilene.

What was he in for, Ned?

Orgery. Of legal documents, deeds, wills, mortgages.

Oh, land grants.

Are you sure it's the same man?

My dear boy, we had adjoining accommodations.

I had the cell with the sudden exposure.

Sunlight most of the afternoon.

Yeah, the girl told me she was an imposter.

If you can prove that he's a professional forger, we are in.

So the lucky lady and the proprietor, Wingate and Maverick.

What is he trying to tell us?

Something important from his manner.

Apparently it involves Louisa.

Is it about her?

Come out, Louisa.

Go on, Pepe.

He's trying to tell us you did something.

Suppose you tell us.

How should I know? Tell him to write it down.

You know he can't read or write.

Now, what did you do to cause him to be so worked up?

Last night I had supper with all of you. I went to bed in the same room with

Ophemia. I slept the night through.

She's lying.

I sleep heavily.

Maybe she got out during the night.

I did not go out. Is that what she did?

He's not telling the truth.

Where did she go?

What's down there?

I have better things to do than hang around watching that.

Stay where you are.

The lucky lady.

She went to the lucky lady last night.

Alone?

With whom?

With Maverick.

No,

I wasn't.

What did you tell him? I didn't see him. I never left the hotel.

We'll have to get rid of you.

If she wants out, we'll let her out. We don't know what she told Maverick. It

doesn't matter. It can be explained away.

All right, Pepe.

Let him in.

I was peeling this apple and I cut my thumb.

A little Marquesa frightens so easily.

Her ladyship cannot stand the sight of blood.

You see, Doña, it is nothing.

It has made me feel a little faint.

If you will excuse me, please.

Your ladyship may need you.

Wingate, why don't you say hello to your old pal?

I've never seen this bloke before in my life.

Louisa!

Louisa!

The Marquesa, she's gone.

Through the window.

Why aren't we back in town guarding the lucky lady? Why are we looking for this

unlucky lady instead?

Because she must be in danger.

How do we find her out in this wilderness?

Now, when I served in India with the Bengal lancers, when one of the johnnies

decided to light out, we'd harnay to Peter. The closest you ever came to the

Bengal lancers' wingate was to carry a spear in Julius Caesar.

A dagger. I played the lean and hungry Cassius.

But I admire your spirit of doubt, Maverick.

If Galileo hadn't doubted, we'd still believe the world was standing still.

If Columbus hadn't doubted... If that sheriff in Abilene hadn't been doubtful

about you, you wouldn't be sporting that healthy -looking tan you picked up in

the cell with the southern exposure.

Hey, look.

Nothing to get jumpy at. Just a couple of horsemen out on a jaunt at this time

of day, in the middle of nowhere.

I thought you'd hurt your left eye while lifting the siege of Lucknow. So I did.

You just put the patch on over your right eye. I don't believe in pampering

ninja.

I wonder what those chaps are hunting in this wilderness.

Marquesas, I think.

Come on.

You fool.

You could have been a rich woman.

Pepe.

Now we'll do it without you.

Why, that impudent little wretch. That cost me five pounds.

Where'd that fellow go?

Bye.

We'll never find him in these rocks.

Thanks for saving my life, Louisa.

I'm not Louisa.

I'm Lily.

Lily Nightingale.

Are you?

Do you remember this, Louisa?

Había un gato con los pies de trapo y los ojos al

revés.

What'd he say?

Once there was a cat with cloth feet.

His eyes were upside down.

What's that?

A fairy tale.

Spanish?

No. It couldn't have been.

How'd you know what it meant?

I don't know.

I saw a doctor sign down the street.

Better go down there and take that hunk of lead out of your arm.

It's a mere scratch, old boy.

Now, in India, when I picked up a bullet, I... I know, you plucked it out

your own teeth. This time you better see the doctor before you lose that arm.

You want to wear another patch?

Perhaps you're right.

What about her?

I'm going to try to find out.

Don't press it, Maverick.

I should hate for us to lose this establishment.

Who are you?

He used to ask me that when he was coaching me.

I don't know.

Did you learn that fairy tale from the Mexican kids in Tombstone?

How else did I know it?

Marquesa de Ruiz Senor would know it.

I can't be.

I'd remember other things.

Wouldn't I?

You remembered one other thing.

Jacaranda tree in the patio entrance to the wine cellar.

Only it wasn't there.

little libation.

Okay, sir.

Ah, you and me.

Little brown jug house.

I love thee.

Oh, you and me.

Oh, you said free drinks, remember?

Well, you ain't been around to hand them out, so I've been helping my

The fact of the matter is that I've been helping myself long before you got

here.

That's stealing, Charlie.

Oh, no.

It's making use of it because this stuff is going to turn to vinegar most any

day now.

I got a crick in my back from chopping that growth away

out there, and I think a shot of this is going to help it.

Charlie, until we find out who this wine belongs to, we... Shopping away what

undergrowth? Well, out in front there, in front of the patio entrance.

Yeah?

Oh. Better go see what he's talking about.

What'd you clear away, Charlie?

Oh, bushes and trees.

Oh, lots of oleanders and ivy all over the place.

Laurel bushes. But the thing that gave me the most trouble was this big tree

here blocking the entrance.

Is that a jacaranda tree?

Yep, blue flowers.

Took me most of last month to get it down.

I bet that tree's been here for years.

Yeah, good.

Clean this mess up, will you, Charlie, and get rid of those branches.

What are we going to do with them?

Oh, anything. Throw them away. Burn them.

We better go see Judge Painter.

They took me out of the saloon because I looked like her. It's just an accident.

A coincidence. Not in this case.

It's not only the likeness. You know Spanish.

A children's song.

An old fairy story heard in childhood.

You are the Marquesa de Luis Senor.

Mr. Maverick, there is not the slightest possibility of you retaining possession

of the Lucky Lady Saloon.

Your Honor, one of the reasons why I brought her in here is because I'm

my claim.

I think she's the real Marquesa, too.

But I'm not.

If I were, I'd remember things.

And I don't remember a thing that happened to me when I was a child.

When the Oceania burned, you were about four years old.

The shock of the fire, plus the loss of your parents, could have wiped away your

memory. When her parents saw they were trapped, they threw her from the second

story to me.

I caught her.

To you?

I was your nurse.

Then why all the hanky -panky of taking me out of the saloon and coaching me in

my lines?

Because you had forgotten entirely.

We had to treat you as if you were a four -year -old child.

How did she get into that saloon in the first place?

She ran away from the convent when she was a young girl.

It took us years to find her.

Is it so hard for you to accept the fact that you are a nobility and a very rich

woman?

But I don't want it.

I want to be Lily Nightingale.

I don't know how to be a Marquesa.

And I don't want this town or Mr. Maverick's saloon.

I was offered a partnership where I worked, the Silver Lode Saloon.

I had almost enough money saved up. That's why I joined them, to get the

How much did you need?

$5 ,000.

$5 ,000 just.

I'll buy the land grant from you.

You can have your saloon and I can keep my cantina.

If you give up your inheritance, it reverts to the territorial government.

Possibly they will sell to you.

But we will have to write to Washington and ask their permission.

I shall forward the money to the Capitol.

A mere scratch, as I told you, Maverick.

The fabulous character at the saloon told me I'd find you here.

My dear fellow, how splendid to see you here.

Are you addressing me, sir?

Yes, naturally. My old companion in duress.

He had the dang cell.

The one with the northern exposure.

Never a glimmer of sunlight.

He was threatened with rickets.

We solved it finally, remember? When I left, I prevailed upon the sheriff to

you have my cell.

It's done you a lot of good, old boy. You look positively blooming.

He was in jail with you, Ned? For forging General Custer's name to a

Bad slip, old boy.

You dated it the day after he had made his last stand.

Who is he?

The Ortiz fellow I've been telling you about.

He calls himself Painter.

Probably a pen name, Maverick.

A name he took when he got out of the pen.

I'm sure there must be some mistake. I don't reckon...

Yep, it's a forgery, all right. Pretty good one. Look here, since this Judge

Painter was the real Ortiz, who was the other Ortiz?

He was a brother of the man who called himself Painter.

Sheriff, if that land grant is a fake, then apparently there isn't any real

grant at all. Don't appear to be. And the Marquesa here doesn't own any part

the town.

Not a speck.

Nor my cantina. No, she don't.

Well, as owner of a thriving enterprise... Off owner.

Owner of 90 % of a thriving enterprise.

I'd like to say that my offer of free drinks for the whole town still stands.

Sheriff, was my property ever transferred to anybody?

No, ma 'am. Your folks was dead. There was no one to deed it over to anybody.

Mr. Maverick, even though I don't have a land grant, still, your establishment

occupies the site of the hacienda where I was born.

So I'll have to hire lawyers to find out exactly what my legal position is.

Since the cantina is the very center of town, the property should be quite

valuable. Worth about $5 ,000.

Sheriff, make him out a bill of sale.

Mr. Manley, I burned up all them twigs you asked me to.

So? So.

The wind is blowing and the sparks are falling all over the place.

What I wanted to tell you was the canteen caught fire.

And the wine, I should have finished off that wine soon.

Mr. Maverick?

Your bill of sale.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Riding the trail to who knows where, luck is his companion, gambling is his

game.

Smooth as a handle on a gun, Maverick is the name.

Wild as a wind in Oregon, blowing up a canyon, easier to tame.

Riverboat, ring your bell, fare thee well, Annabelle. Luck is a lady that he

loves the best.

Now to New Orleans,

living on Jackson Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Riverboat, ring your bell.

Fare thee well, Annabelle.

Luck is the way that he loves the best.

Hatch to New Orleans.

Living on Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Maverick is a legend of the West.