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Senor, what has happened?

What are you... Because you sandbagged me into another bushwhack with this.

I never wrote this, senor. You must believe me. Lady, I wouldn't believe

A Warner Brothers television production.

Nobody's accused you of cheating, Maverick.

Then why are you running me out of town?

Frankly, your mistake was taking the whole town council to the cleaners.

Punishment for that's the first stage out of town.

Bart!

Brad, I thought you were in Tombstone.

You two know each other?

That is my brother, Brad.

Well, keep him out of this town.

It's a long story, brother.

I'll explain it on the stage.

Where are you bound?

Abilene. Trail herds are coming in this time of year and lots of well -heeled

cowboys on the loose. I figured I'd keep them from wasting their wages on women

and wine.

Sounds like the promised land.

Perhaps a little conditioning and root to while away the dusty miles.

Sunburst, folks.

Sunburst.

The dealer treats himself to two, friends.

Here's the mail, Pete.

Sunburst, folks. All out.

$20 to keep the pot boiling and $50 to feed the plane.

I don't know. They were all alive at the last relay station.

Playing a little friendly game of poker.

Playing what?

I'm digging your grave, friend, with five little spades.

It's your own grave you've dug, mister.

Gambling's forbidden here in Sunburst. It's the law.

But, Sheriff, legally we're not in Sunburst.

Stagecoach is a public carrier. Friends and I are just passing through.

Right, gents?

Yes, Sheriff.

Who owns them cards?

This gentleman.

You snake.

Look, Sheriff, why don't you just close the door and I'll pull down the block.

Thank you.

I'll consider you three ain't poker players, just stray lambs. But this part

Texas is cow country. So keep moving.

As my old pappy once said, in the midst of life, we are in jail.

Oh. I believe it's my deal, gentlemen.

Oh, Sheriff.

Morning, Miss Nettie. Miss Joanne.

Morning, Mr. Shadley. Good morning, Mr. Shadley.

Good morning.

Forgive me if I say your faces combine beauty with compassion.

May a stranger in trouble appeal to you?

No more tricks, Tin Horn. Get in there before I cuff you.

Sheriff. before he disappears into our model jail.

May I ask what this desperado has done?

Joanne, really?

He's a poker shark, ma 'am. I caught him with the cash and the cards.

Prisoner pleads guilty.

All I ask of this zealous lawman is to be kicked out of town.

I'm afraid you'll have to pay the penalty, sir.

You see, Sunburst is the one untarnished town in the West.

Gamblers... Gunfighters, dancing girls are taboo.

What do the people do for fun and games in Forbidden City?

They don't. Our one saloon closes at six o 'clock.

Say no more.

You better wall me up, Sheriff, before I contaminate the population.

Mr. Shadley.

Tell me, Sheriff, what's this scoundrel guilty of? Dancing with his wife at the

dock?

Property damage, disturbing the peace, public nuisance.

He picked up a rock and with willful intent broke a window.

What does he get for that?

Life? Gambler. Being dog catcher around here as well as sheriff, I'm liable to

fit you for a muzzle.

Been celebrating, compadre? Too much scamper juice?

Regard me, senor. Do I look like a drinking man?

Ah, you happened to break that window. Bad aim? For 20 years, I worked on the

rock pile in prison.

With rocks I do not miss.

You spent 20 years in the clink?

For what?

For a murder I did not commit, senor.

I just got out.

And you needed a place to sleep?

No, senor. I needed protection.

Dodging lead.

You're a smart hombre to head for the sacred city of Sunburst.

You won't find any shooting gallery in this amusement park.

Sacred city, too.

This Sunburst is a stage stop to hell.

What? Why, they're so pure here that they sow wild oats and get Easter

The bride with a bad conscience, senor, wears the whitest veil.

Supper, boy.

Rubio, got a nice steak for you.

And I get jail strawberries.

You know, Sheriff, my doctor says that beans... Shut up.

He's been eating worse than beans for 20 years. I figure the law owes him a

square meal.

You see, senor, here in jail, I can live safely till Thursday when the great

Judge Pfeiffer holds court.

You want to face Pfeiffer with a murder on your record?

But they tell me that Pfeiffer's the stiffest judge on the circuit.

That is why, senor.

Senor, do me the favor of sharing my state, and I will tell you how they

murderers long ago in Spain.

I'm all ears.

In those days, they brought a suspect to the corpse of the victim.

And if the dead body flowed blood, then that man was his murderer.

Sounds like a neat trick, if you can do it. I've come back, senor, to face Judge

Pfeiffer because he's just. The suspect will be in court, and my words will

cause blood to flow.

I know them.

All of them.

Break me a window.

All right.

Come on out.

This is Mayor Moss. He wants to ask you some questions.

Morning, Your Honor. Morning, young man.

Stranger, I want to ask your help.

It's about that frightful occurrence last night.

We've never had a crime like that in Sunburst.

So Mr. Shadley assures me.

Now, about those three masked men.

You saw them. There must be some identifying clue you can give us.

I'm afraid not, Mr. Mayor.

You see, I like that old man, and I'd be glad to help him, but there's not a

thing I can add to what I told the sheriff last night.

Well, you read his statement, didn't you, Mr. Morse, just as I took it down?

Yes, yes, I've read it a dozen times.

I can't imagine whom the old man meant when he mentioned he had enemies here in

town.

I've tried so hard to weed out the undesirables here in Sunburst.

Good neighbors don't need gunpowder, Mr. Maverick.

Well, speaking as an undesirable Mr. Mayor, I'd say you've done a very

job. Oh, come, come, you're not the type Gamber our laws are aimed at. You're

clearly a gentleman.

You've been so willing to help with this murder business, I feel the least I can

do is suggest that there's a stage going out in the morning.

Are you tearing me loose?

That's very generous. Not exactly, young man. You see, every town has its

hotheads. Blood calls for blood.

It's been murmured that there might have been an inside man involved last night,

and you were here in jail when it happened.

You're not suggesting that I... Not even remotely, young man. What I'm trying to

tell you is that the...

Fair name of sunburst might survive murder, but never a lynching.

Who is it?

It is I, the daughter of Pedro Rubio.

So you're the daughter of the old one that was killed last night?

Andalucía Rubio.

Señor, will you help me?

How and why?

Well, because only you saw the death of my father.

Oh, I'm sorry, honey.

But I was sleeping when the whole thing started, and before I knew what was

happening, all I can remember is looking into the barrel of a .45.

Besides, I've got to be on that stage first thing in the morning.

You are running away?

Are you a coward, senor?

Now, listen.

I've been tipped off there's lynch talk in town.

Folks think I was mixed up in that.

Well, our mayor would never allow it. He is a brave man.

He would die first.

The order of our deaths doesn't interest me.

Senor, in jail, did my father tell you that he was threatened with death if he

came back to this town?

He dropped a hint.

Well, he came anyway, straight to our farm.

I had to tell him that my mother died two years ago of hard work and

hunger.

Well, honey, the only thing your father said to me was that he was innocent of

the murder and he was going to court to tell Judge Pfeiffer the whole truth.

You believed him?

Well, my pappy once told me never debate the innocence of a drinking woman or a

man in jail.

Lucia, I'd like to help you, but in coming to me, you're only bailing your

with a sieve.

Look, I'm a gambler in a plaster of St. Tom with a record.

I'd hurt you. I'd help you.

No one would help me in sunburst.

Do you think, senor, I would not go to the law if I thought they would listen?

But no.

Because all my life in this town, I have been that convict's daughter.

I came to you because you were in jail. I thought you would understand.

Lucy, there's just one law that a man must never break.

That's the law of self -preservation.

So I'm going to break it.

I'll go have a little talk with Senor Sheriff, and if I come up with anything,

I'll write you a letter and send a copy to Judge Pfeiffer.

Because I'm going to be on that stage in the morning.

Thank you, Senor.

God bless you.

A woman's tears, the holy water.

Killed more men than whiskey.

Oh, Mr.

Maverick, your servant, ladies. We were just looking for you.

How can I help you?

Mr. Maverick, we understand you were in the cell with that poor man who was

murdered last night.

Regrettably, yes, ma 'am. You see, sir, my niece and I are writing an historical

sketch of Sunburst for the ladies' culture club.

Unfortunately, all we have to go on are people's memories and this old diary we

found in the library.

It's hopelessly dull, the first half we've been able to plow through.

But the tragedy last night has shaken the whole town.

And since you were the only eyewitness, we thought perhaps maybe you could give

us a few details for our ladies' club paper.

Well, forgive us, sir. We know it's not quite seemly to bother a virtual

stranger, but we... Miss Nettie, it wasn't very seemly of those three men to

murder that old man last night.

Let's all go in and bother Mr. Shadley. Perhaps he can add some interesting

footnotes to history.

Be my guest.

Oh, and be sure to take down everything he says.

What are you doing back here, Gambler?

Well, I just remembered a couple of things, Sheriff, about last night. I

to ask you some questions.

All right, but not in front of the ladies. It ain't fitting.

But they're interested in local history, and I think you helped make some last

night. Mr. Shadley.

My uncle has shown me Mr. Maverick's statement, and he's helping us document

this whole unfortunate matter.

Why, Sheriff, where are the cell keys?

Locked up in my desk. Where'd you think they'd be?

Well, hanging right there on that peg where you put them last night.

I did no such a thing. Neither do I. I saw you. Make a note of that, ma 'am.

Are you calling me a liar?

Sheriff, will you give me the key to the cell? I'd like to go in there and

reconstruct this murder into tale for the ladies and for history. I said, are

you calling me a liar?

Yes.

Excuse me, ladies.

This has become a personal matter, and I'd like to be alone with the sheriff.

Certainly,

Mr. Maverick. Come on, Joanne.

All right, on your feet.

I said get up.

Is this a shakedown, Tim Horn?

What are you trying to get away with?

What were you trying to get away with last night? Murder?

Now, listen, mister. You ain't saying I had any hand in not killing him.

No? Then why were the keys on the wall in the back door open?

Oh, who's going to believe that?

than Judge Pfeiffer might.

Pfeiffer? Now you're playing with fire, Maverick.

And you're beginning to feel it now. Who put you up to it? Nobody.

I don't hold with murder.

Needed as Pfeiffer. Now, how would you like those three men to go free while

hang? Me, hang?

Well, listen, mister.

There's your stage, Gamber. Better get out there before you miss it. All

There's $1 ,000 if you catch it.

Maybe more.

Say, $5 ,000.

If you don't, neither of us will live to face Judge Pfeiffer.

We'd be killed if I knew we were even talking together.

Shadley, you're as good as dead right now unless you give me the names of

three men.

Your only chance is to turn state's evidence in Pfeiffer's court.

You've got to believe me. I swear I don't know who all of them are.

Then find out.

You've got just one hour to give me the names of those three men or I go

straight to the mayor.

You stay away from the mayor. From everybody.

Hole up in the hotel.

I'll tell them you ducked out the back door and caught the stage.

I'll meet you right after dark in the alley by the town hall.

But you remember that with men like the mayor and Pfeiffer, it's a stiff rope in

a short drop.

Robbins, there's one place I won't stand for penny -pinching, and that's in

school matters.

Yes, I know, sir. Yes, come in.

Interrupting? No, no. Come in, Dave. We were just checking over the school

budget.

Robbins, why don't you run down to the schoolhouse and see just how many new

desks the teacher does need?

Yes, sir.

Oh, good morning, Robbins.

Good morning, Mr. McGuire. Come in, Mac.

I'd like your thinking and Dave's on this school tax matter.

That stagecoach left just a half hour ago.

What are you doing back already?

Something wrong?

Yeah. The gambler wasn't aboard.

He wasn't?

We stopped it just like you said.

Just past Cache Creek. No passengers. Empty as a sucked egg.

And that maverick is still kicking around town.

Shadley muffed it.

Yeah. The gambler's back in the hotel. I just checked.

Is he with anybody?

That Mexican girl again?

No. He's writing a letter.

He asked the clerk for paper and pen.

And the name of the town on the circuit where old Deacon Pfeiffer's holding

court.

Pfeiffer? We better read that letter.

You got a pass key?

What are we waiting for?

For him to finish writing it?

I want to know just which end Sam Chadley is playing against the middle.

Don't get excited. See who it is, Mac.

Oh, I hope I'm not interrupting, Uncle Clyde. Are you terribly busy?

Good morning, Mr. Taylor. Good morning, ma 'am.

Johnny, we're busy with a school budget.

I'll see you at lunch. How's that?

Well, it was about that poor Mexican's murder, but I suppose it can wait.

It was, uh... What about it, Johnny?

So far, nobody in town has the remotest idea who the three men were that killed

the old man, correct?

That's right.

If we knew, every man in town would be in the saddle and on their trail.

What would you say if two sheltered females had discovered the first clue

gambler? You mean Mr. Maverick?

I've already talked to him.

He couldn't help us.

Well, he seems to have remembered something since he talked to you.

You know that Nettie and I have been working all week trying to find out

something really interesting about... Yes, I know, I know, I know, Joanie, I

know.

What was Mr. Maverick's clue?

It seems the sheriff of our town left his keys on a convenient nail last

No. Yes, right on the cell room wall.

That's how the killers got the prisoner.

How do you know this, Miss Joanne?

Mr. Maverick, the gambler, saw it happen.

When we last saw the gambler, he was giving Mr. Shadley quite a going over.

I can't believe it.

Well, Judge Pfeiffer might.

I think you ought to call the sheriff in on the carpet.

Joanie.

Not only as mayor, but as an old personal friend, I have profound

Sam Shadley. You know what he's done for our town?

But what did he do for that poor Mexican?

I'll see if I can get more details for you by lunch, Uncle.

Goodbye.

Shadley, that stupid rockhead.

I'll tell you what we've got to do. You'll tell us nothing.

This whole mess is your plan.

And now my niece knows that the sheriff of Sunburst is mixed up in it.

Strangers are writing letters to Judge Pfeiffer.

Maverick won't live to mail that letter. It isn't Maverick who'll hang us. We

can take that dude any time.

It's Shadley.

Stop worrying.

McGuire, go down to the sheriff's office and tell him the gambler wants to see

him at the hotel.

When he gets there, we'll pick up that letter.

Then we'll blast them both.

In daylight, with the whole town playing Pinkerton, there'll be ten people to

tack your hides to Judge Pfeiffer's desk.

Now, we'll wait till tonight.

Yeah, Dave, that's better.

Let's get at it then.

Good evening.

Evening, sir.

Can you tell me where the town hall is?

That way, and the town.

Is that mail going out this evening?

On the evening stage, sir.

I'm taking it down to the depot right now.

I'd be obliged if you'd take this along.

Certainly.

Thank you.

to be a bunch -quitter, gentlemen.

I've got to get back to Sunburst.

You see, a kin of mine is... Shut up and deal.

Maverick?

Shadley, it's Maverick.

Get out of town, Gambler.

Before they kill you, too.

Who's out there?

Mr. Shadley. Come on, let's get out of here.

So, it was you.

Was me what?

You were the inside man in the jail.

Now, look, honey, you've had a bad shock, but... You don't have to explain.

For some reason, you and Sheriff Shadley wanted that old man dead.

He unlocked the cell door.

You helped take him out, and you both killed him.

Now, look, honey, think about it.

Now, if I'd helped kill old Rubio...

Why'd I hang around here last night? I'd have been over the hills and far away

by now. I don't know why, but Mr. Shadley did.

And you were afraid he'd talk, so you killed him, too.

Well, there's one big hole in that.

You're alive.

You're a witness.

Now, if I've killed two men already, what's one lovely but rather nosy girl,

more or less?

Joanne, now turn around.

Come on, open those big blue eyes.

Or go on, pick it up.

Aim it right at my cold black heart. But before you pull that trigger, I want

you to hear my last words.

Shadley told me to beat him. He was going to give me the names of the

Why should he give them to you?

Because I had him bluffed. I swore I'd tell the mayor and Judge Pfeiffer that

let those men in the jail last night and that he'd hang for it.

Mr. Maverick.

Will you tell your whole story to the mayor he's my uncle you know

What have I got to lose I'll just take your gun

be my guest it's empty Scared girl

with a loaded gun might have called my bluff Thank you

It's only a scratch.

Why didn't you kill them both when you had the chance?

Because it's my gun arm, lardhead.

Watch your talk, Taylor. When's this killing going to stop?

Tonight, when we cross off that gambler.

That's what you said right here last night. Then it was just the old man.

Get a hold of yourself. We don't like this any more than you do.

We've all got the same stick.

20 years fat living from nothing.

Why, you could still be stringing wire.

Quiet. Somebody's coming.

The gambler's with her. Quick, out the side door.

Can't let them see that blood.

Remember what I told you. We'll take care of this right away, and we'll get

over with once and for all.

Uncle Clyde.

Oh, hello, Mr. McGuire.

Well, now, Joanie, is this what you call doing research at the library?

But I was at the library.

I heard some shots. I ran outside and found Sheriff Shadley lying on the

dead.

Sam?

Dead?

It happened about ten minutes ago.

Mr. Maverick was with him when he died.

Could he speak?

Tell you who did it?

No.

No, he tried, but he went too fast.

This is unthinkable.

Another murder.

And you were the only witness to each one.

Uncle Clyde, Mr. Maverick has quite a story to tell.

Before you make any judgments, I think you ought to hear it.

I intend to.

And, Joanie, I'll ask you to take careful notes. Yes, sir.

Well, gentlemen, it all started last night when a scared old man tossed a

through a window.

That just about covers my side of the story.

Maverick, there's one point I want to be very clear on.

What's that? This girl you were talking with at the hotel.

She told you her father swore he was innocent of the murder committed 20

ago. That's right.

Did he tell her who did commit the murder?

No. No, that he was saving for Judge Pfeiffer.

Mr. Maverick, as mayor of this quiet little town, I want to thank you.

because I'm going right to the bottom of this tragedy.

You're free to go back to your hotel, but don't leave town, please.

Joanie, would you see Mr. Maverick off, please?

Thank you, ma 'am.

Good night, gentlemen.

Good night.

Your uncle seems like a tolerant, fair -minded man. That's what I told you.

I'm thinking of putting his tolerance to a crucial test by kissing his niece

goodnight.

Without even asking her?

Mr. Maverick, please be serious.

Well, if you insist, I'll be formal. Miss Moss, may I...

Mr.

Maverick, you were saying...

Could you... Would I?

Could I?

Oh, yes.

Would you kiss me?

Mr. Maverick, I'd quite like to, I think.

But I don't know how.

You don't know how?

You see, kissing's forbidden in sunbursts before the bans are published.

Being the mayor's niece, well, I might as well have the month.

A lovely girl like you.

It's inhuman.

It's worse.

You know, my poor dear Aunt Nettie, she's never been kissed, pinched,

cuddled, or gently outraged in any way.

She's nervous as a witch, and I'll probably wind up much like her.

Joanne, I'm a convicted gambler.

I'll probably be hanged for murder.

I might just as well commit one last crime.

You're bad, Maverick. Clear through.

But you've got courage.

What do I do?

Well, you put your arms up here.

Put your head back.

Lips parted.

Slightly trembling.

Oops, timber!

Joanne, there you are.

I've got to talk to you right away.

That is, if you're not tied up.

Well, I would have been in another split second, but it's all right. Oh, not the

diary again.

No, Joanne.

I've almost finished reading it, and I've got something to show you. I found

old will tucked away under the back cover. Oh, come upstairs.

We must both of us read every word of it tonight.

Must we do it now?

Yes. Yes, it won't wait, Joanne.

Mr. Maverick, will you forgive me in the interest of history?

Your servant, ladies.

Pleasant dreams.

Queens bet 200.

I'll call you 200 and raise you five.

Your call.

You've stolen your last pot, Rennie.

Three queens.

All blue.

Maverick, as far as I'm concerned, you can go straight to Sunderland.

Good night. Oh, Mr. Maverick, here's a note for you.

Who would leave me a note?

Why, a girl.

After dark? She could be put in stocks.

Come to my farm tonight.

I know who made the murders.

Andalucía.

Where could I find a horse?

There's a livery stable just down the street, sir.

Because you sandbagged me into another bushwhack with this.

I never wrote this, senor. You must believe me. Lady, I wouldn't believe

Well, come on. We've got a chance. No, that is what they want. They will kill

us. Well, you'll burn to death if you stay here. Come on. Yes, senor. They're

under the rug. There's a trap door.

Where are they?

There's only one way out of there. Nothing could live in that fire.

Who do I thank for this?

It is from the early days when there were Indian raids.

Comanches.

We must have got them with the first blast.

Or else the smoke got them.

It's all clear, Lucy. You can come out.

I cannot.

I have torn my nightgown.

Well, you can't stay in there all night. You'll freeze.

In sunburst, it is legal to freeze, senor, but not to accompany a man in

your nightgown.

Oh, I haven't got time to argue.

I've got a little surprise planned for those characters.

The last thing they expect to see is me.

It'll give me a chance to sneak around and take them from behind.

Go with God, senor.

And bring me back their shirt and pants.

That'll do her.

You better ride out before somebody spots the fire.

You get back to town.

Tell Mawson to sleep easy.

I'll see you at the ranch tomorrow.

It's me, Lucy.

Brought you a fistful of fig leaves.

I saw the man that burned us out riding away, but I couldn't recognize him. It

was too dark. I too saw him, but clearly it was Senor Taylor.

Who's he?

I can hardly believe my eyes.

Senor David Taylor owns the richest ranch in the valley.

He is an honored man.

But why would he be after us?

Are you sure?

I know I work for him every week.

Which way did he go?

North, toward his ranch.

Yeah, where else?

So he could say he was asleep and knew nothing about the fire.

All right, you hurry. I want you to write to the mayors.

I hurry, senor.

But I am not sure I am welcome at the mayors.

Remember, I am a convict's daughter.

Enough of that nonsense.

You'll talk and he'll listen.

Now put your clothes on.

Which way is north?

Oh, down this wash.

You come to a road that leads directly to Senor Taylor's gate.

Good. Now, here's what I want you to do.

I want you to ask the mayor to swear in a couple of deputies, then join me at

the Taylor ranch.

But there were two other murderers, probably his ranch hands.

You might be killed.

Not where I'll be sitting, out of gun range.

I just want to make sure that we don't lose them.

Now, come on.

I'll get you some oats.

Devil. All right.

Sleep hungry. You'll get no oats tonight.

Get out of that shack.

Well, it seems here in Sunburst that a gambler is kin to the devil.

I've been fire -probed.

Now inside.

It's shocking, almost incredible, that a man like David Taylor should set fire

to your house.

Well, it was his bullets, senor.

They broke the lamp and the fire started.

Was he alone?

No, I don't think so. There were so many bullets.

There must have been someone.

But you didn't see who it was?

No, senor.

You're a brave girl. I'm very grateful.

Let's see what we should do.

Well, senor Maverick asked you to join him at Taylor's ranch.

That's what we'll do.

And you shall go with us, my child.

If you wish, senor.

Don't you think that's best, McGuire? Yes, yes, I guess so, sure.

Please hurry, senor. Senor Maverick may be in danger.

Get some room.

The mayor will be here any time now with plenty of men.

You might just as well tell me why you killed Rubio.

You're sure the girl went to the mayor's?

You can count on it.

You see, Rubio was her father.

Well, it had to end sometime.

But I've had it real good for 20 years.

Ever since Rubio and I witnessed a murder a couple of miles from here.

A rancher named Martin, who owned half this valley, shot a man in the back not

10 feet from where Rubio and I were stringing wire for Martin.

Threw the gun on us and offered a deal.

What deal?

For me, a fortune.

For Rubio to confess the murder, he swore that he wouldn't hang.

His wife and kid would get a good ranch with plenty of men and money to run it.

Rubio would be in clover when he got out of jail.

And he took it? Just like that.

Prison food was a lot better than what he'd been eating.

Besides, what chance would he and his family ever have to hit it that rich?

But Martin broke his word.

Rubio's wife died half -starved in a board shack.

No.

Martin kept his word.

He saved Rubio from hanging, but Martin dropped dead.

Heart attack.

No one else knew of the deal.

Except you.

When Rubio got out, he could talk and send you where he came from.

So you killed him.

Who were those two men with you?

It's the mayor.

Maverick! Come on in.

I've got Taylor and he's confessed.

I'll take over now.

You can put up your gun.

Dave, take it away from him.

What? Gambler, you just don't seem to draw any eases in this town.

So you were the two men that were with Taylor at the jail?

Maybe. Won't matter to you now. But why?

Two biggest men in town. You had everything.

Yes, everything to lose.

Get the girl, McGuire.

Rubio's daughter?

You didn't think we'd leave her in town, did you?

What are you going to do with her?

You'll see.

You can't put her in there with that horse.

You know a more practical place to put her, mister?

Take care of the girl.

Get it over with.

What happier plans have you made for me?

You're going to get lost in the mountains, Gambler.

Forever. We won't have to explain your disappearance.

Hey, what will you stall for me? Why, nothing left you through. Why, that

will stall me both to death.

Don't shoot, you'll wake the whole ranch. Get it over with. Here, give it

All right, get up, Maverick.

Get up.

the gun, Uncle.

You too, Mr. McGuire. Nice and easy.

Oh, good work, Joanne.

You can step down, Lucy.

I still have a couple of questions to ask you.

Since there were three of you at the jail last night, you must have all

witnessed that murder 20 years ago.

Murder? What murder?

The murder of a rancher named Clay by Britton Martin, for which Rubio spent 20

years in prison.

You know what you're saying, Joanie?

Fully, I'm sorry to say.

You three were drifting ranch hands, broke, working for Martin.

He promised to make you all rich if Rubio confessed to the murder and you

kept your mouths shut.

Where did you get such a story, child?

From Martin's diary.

When he died, his family gave his books to the library.

Nettie and I dug up the diary doing research.

Here. Here it is. We had just finished reading it when that poor girl came to

the house. We heard her scream and we saw Mr. McGuire and you put her in the

wagon. I only did what I thought was best for the family.

For you and Nettie.

And for our beloved town.

You've done enough for our town.

You've turned a lot of nice people into stuffed shirt holier -than -thou

hypocrites.

And for 20 years, these two backed you up because you were all secure and

prosperous.

But none of you could bear the burning glass of his own conscience.

That just about boils it down, Joanie.

And we'll just let Judge Pfeiffer take care of the rest of this.

All right, Taylor, you can step down.

off this town, I feel it's our duty to teach its citizens the intricacies of

poker.

Well, good hunting, Bart.

But I've had my fill of sunburst.

Good trip.

Hold it!

What a pleasant surprise.

My uncle headed for prison and the trial over. I couldn't wait to get out of

this sanctimonious town for a while.

Aunt Lucy is coming with me.

You look gorgeous, Lucy.

Thank you, senor. These are new fig leaves.

And Lucia's a rich girl now. She sold the ranch that was rightfully hers.

Hold it. Here's another one.

Changed my mind.

Decided to come after all.

Dealer's choice, Mr. Maverick.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Riding the trail to who knows where.

Luck is his companion.

Gamble is his game.

Smooth as a handle on a gun.

Maverick is the name.

Wild as the 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.

Nice to see New Orleans.

Living on Jackson Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.