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Five pat hands in these 25 cards.

No, no, I don't.

I bet another 500 on Bill Gregg's life
that there is.

Oh, wait a second, Maverick. You're a
gambler and can risk your cash, but you

can't put up a man's life against...
Hold on, wait a minute. Wait, this is

between Maverick and me. He named it.

What do you mean, Gregg's life?

Hold it there! Drop that gun!

I ought to kill you right now, holding
that gun on us. Well, I wouldn't have

gunned you. Sure not.

Bill, take a look in the house.

How'd you get in here?

Well, I can't see. Sloan's dead.

Well, yeah, he tried to kill me.

Tie him up real good.

Now, look, you don't gotta tie me. Just
take me to the sheriff.

We will, after we tie you up.

One bit.

Looks like your luck's changed, Mr.

Baffert. Mr. Maverick.

Yes, sir?

I wonder if you'd mind walking over to
the jail with me.

What's the charge?

Murder.

Well, you didn't do it.

Young fellow over there's in trouble.

Seems to think you can help him out of
it.

Well, I don't know. I'm in a bit of
trouble here myself.

Yours can keep.

His can't.

What's his name?

Bill Gray.

Keep the pot boiling, boys. I'll be
back.

You remember.

I was sitting on the porch today when
you rode past my place heading toward

town. I waved to you.

Bill's trying to prove somebody else
rode out to his place just after you

by. If so, you'd have passed him on the
road.

I don't remember passing anybody.

Well, you gotta remember.

Look, John Sloan came out to my place
tonight. He must have passed you. Don't

tell him what to say or how to say it,
Billy.

Well, you remember seeing Sloan?

I didn't see anybody. I'm sorry.

Bill Pez Sloan was out there. Now, maybe
he was.

I don't know. He wasn't.

He invited me out to his place tonight.
He was going to lend me some money.

Now, you remember that, don't you
remember? I asked him for it yesterday

saloon. Well, what say, Mr. Maverick?

I remember Sloan said no.

Well, he changed his mind. He came out
to my place today to say so.

Said to drop over about nightfall and
he'd give me the cash.

Oh, it don't make sense.

You sure didn't come through the main
gate and that's the only entrance to

Sloan's place unless you jumped the wire
or cut it.

It was cut. Sloan cut it himself.

Don't know why he'd do that.

Sloan posted us at the gate to keep
people out.

He always have guards?

Always when he had a big piece of cash
money around.

Tonight he had it from a cattle sale.

Over $6 ,000.

You say you heard two shots?

That's right.

Oh, sure. Sloan shot at me first.

Well, Billy, looks like you're going to
have to spend some time here with me.

Have to ask you to empty your pockets
now.

He gave me that.

When Billy tried to borrow that money
from Sloan, how much did he ask for?

$3 ,000.

He must have changed his mind plenty.

There's over $6 ,000 here.

Well... Looks like he figured to use a
gun to get what he

couldn't get by working. All he'll get
is a piece of rope.

Do one or check to the one card draw?
Well, I just want to see what's fair,

way or another. So do we all.

So don't talk no more about it till the
jury's picked.

What? Because some of you might be on
it. I'm here to gather up enough men to

pick a panel.

Can't it wait for this, sir?

Well... Finish the hand, but make it
quick.

I'll bet 200.

Too rich for me.

Beats me.

Here's me.

All right, we gotta hurry.

You four are just the number we need to
choose from.

Oh, but Sheriff, you don't want me. I've
known Greg ever since he was that high.

I've been doing business with him all
the time. We all have.

Me too. Nearly everybody in town's had
business dealings with Billy from one

time or another.

Come on, let's go.

You too, Mr. Maverick.

Oh, no thanks, Sheriff. I'm not a
resident of this town. Oh, you've been

three or four weeks, Mr. Maverick. I
remember when you first came to town. We

know, we know.

You're a resident, all right.

Oh, you make a fine juror, Mr. Maverick.
That's what this town needs, fine

jurors. If it wasn't, but I don't have a
permanent home here.

Well, you can stay at my home while
you're on the jury, Mr. Maverick. I've

spare room, and I... Charlie.

I have no interest in this town. No
business, no nothing. What are you doing

town? Playing cards.

How do you make a living?

Playing cards.

Then you got a business.

Let's go.

Now, Mr. Maverick.

You keep it.

Been a big help.

Is that the best story you've got to
tell?

Yes. Don't bring it through.

If you want to make any changes, if
you've got anything to tell me, it's the

last chance to do it.

No, no, there's nothing.

Billy didn't murder John Sloan, Jade. I
believe him. Shouldn't you believe him,

too?

I should.

Yes, I should.

Morning, Mr. Planter.

Hello, Jade.

Been a long time, hasn't it?

Not near long enough.

Come now.

Just because we're on opposite sides
here, there's no reason we can't be

friendly. I got reason enough without
that.

Don't be a fool, J. We've butted heads
before, but that's all in the past.

I never saw a bobcat go to even grass.

We both had a few years to forget our
differences. We're older now. The older

rattlesnake gets, the more poison he's
got in him.

I'm warning you, J.

Don't make this a grudge fight.

Warning me?

Yes.

I asked to be appointed to this case.

It won't do me any harm when I win it,
and it won't do my enemies any good.

Well, I asked for this case, too.

Not just because I think so much of
Billy Gregg, but because I think so

of you.

Oh, you're a bitter man, J.

Bitter because a younger man could shake
himself loose in this cow town and make

something better for himself.

Yeah, better for himself, but not better
for the people.

You don't give two hoots for them. You
never have.

But you could end up being their
governor if somebody don't get in your

You think you can stop me?

I can stop you from using Billy Gregg as
a stepping stone.

Not with the case you've got, J. Maybe
not.

But you know you've been in a fight.

I figured I'd have no trouble at all
staying off the jury.

After all, I was practically a witness.

But I found out that argument applied to
almost everybody.

Mr. Caldwell, you're the owner of the
Roll Horse Saloon? Yes, sir. I'm the

and the day barkeep.

I've been around this town ever since it
started, almost.

I can remember when we didn't have more
than a half a dozen... Yes, yes.

Now, you were present when the accused
entered your establishment and

the late John Sloan.

Yes, sir, that's right. It was Saturday
afternoon, and the customers sure had me

hopping. When Billy Gregg walked in, I
was the first one to notice him.

Mr.

Sloan, can I speak to you for a minute?

Go ahead.

Alone.

I've got time. I'm busy.

We can wait the game for you.

Anything you got to say, say.

I need alone.

Well, how much?

$3 ,000.

That's a lot of money.

Yes.

What does a boy like you want with all
that money?

I want to build a new place, get some
furniture, other things.

Maybe a couple of heifers to bulk out my
herd some.

Why so fancy?

What's the matter with the cabin you
got?

Oh, it's all right for me, but... I'll
give you 10 % on the money, Mr. Sloan.

That's more than the bank gives.

Don't you want to tell me what you need
a new house for?

Well, Lucy Sutter and me are planning to
be married.

I want better for it than what I got.

Why don't you mortgage your house and
your beef?

Deal them up.

I tried the bank and every other place I
could think of after that.

So I'm the last chance, huh?

Last one you can turn to?

Yeah, that's right.

Must stick in your craw to have to come
to me.

A man don't like to ask money from
anyone. Yeah, at least of all me.

If you say so.

Come on, Pike, keep it going.

Mr. Sloan, will you lend it to me?

I don't think so.

Now, your pa couldn't do anything with
that scrub land, and I don't think you

will either.

A house in the herd's worth all of 3
,000.

Nobody else seems to think so.

Neither do I.

I've got the cash anyway.

You got over $6 ,000 from that cattle
sale.

Look, I don't want to lend.

Now stop begging.

I shouldn't have to, Sloan.

When you was getting started, my father
lent you $3 ,000.

You never paid it back. You owe me $3
,000.

And I didn't pay that debt for a good
reason.

Besides, it's run over so long, a period
of time it's outlawed.

It's uncollectible by law.

That's book law.

There's other law should hold a man.

I paid your pa more than 3 ,000 to help
over the years.

And I got reason to think he took more
than that when I wasn't looking.

Get out!

I wouldn't want you killing him.

He's winning a lot of my money.

It's on the house, boys. On the house.

And the boys calmed down, the poker game
started again, and I didn't have to buy

a new mirror.

You know, the last time... That's all.

Thank you, Mr. Caldwell.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Well,

I just want to hear that one part over
again about what Sloan said to Billy

just before Billy went for his gun.

Said Billy's pa took him for better than
$3 ,000 while his back was turned.

No. You mean he just as good as called
this boy's father a thief?

He couldn't have said it in no plainer.

I'd like to point out that insults
aren't shooting licenses.

Seems you don't need no license to go
shooting off your mouth.

So we tied Greg up and took him to the
sheriff.

After that, we went back and rode the
fence.

Bob Dwyer had been clipped on one of the
back sections.

When you stopped Billy Gregg, how'd he
look? I mean, did he look wild and mean,

or did he look mostly scared?

Object.

Defense is trying to lead the witness.
That ain't the point.

But I wish that someone had set me
straight on one thing.

Why would a man who was supposed to have
planned a robbery and then killed

someone because of it take care to come
in by the back door when he arrived and

then run out the front door when he
left?

Desperate, guilty men do things like
that. So do scared, innocent ones.

That's all, then.

When you jailed Bill Gregg that night,
had he been drinking?

There was liquor on his breath.

You went to Sloan's place and you found
him dead.

Did your examination go further than the
house?

I went to look over the cut fence.

Lem showed it to me.

That's where I found the clippers that
did the job.

Thank you.

Your witness.

There's something the prosecutor said
that interested me. Trying to prove that

Billy's got just about every vice that a
young fellow could have.

He dragged in that business about liquor
on his breath.

Sounds like he's trying to say that
Billy was drunk.

Well, he wasn't, J. He wasn't, huh?

Well,

I'm sure he couldn't be all the things
that Mr. Blaine says he is.

First, he says he's drunk.

Then he says he's sober enough to put a
bullet right in the middle of a man's

heart.

I don't know, but it looks to me like
the prosecutor don't know just what he's

trying to prove.

Them's the ones I sold to Billy Gregg,
all right, about three months back.

Billy's always been kind of short on
money, and that pair's got a busted

so I sold it to him for half price.

I hear there's some evidence.

Any questions?

Yes. Let me see that thing.

Now, Cy, do you mean to tell me that you
remember this pair of clippers out of

all the clippers you've sold through the
years?

That's what I said, Gabe.

And I know you mean it, Cy.

You've always had sharp eyes and a good
memory.

And you're right as rain, Cy.

These are Billy's clippers.

He told me so himself.

And don't nobody forget that.

You'll find out why later on.

All right, Cy.

Well, now, Doc, would you say that Billy
was the sort to have a mean streak?

Objection, Your Honor.

I stood by while counsel repeatedly used
the name Billy to describe the

defendant. An obvious attempt to make a
grown man appear to be a mischievous lad

of eight.

Now, I simply must object.

The good doctor isn't qualified to judge
mean streaks, although I imagine he's

removed many a bullet from men who were
shot by models of virtue.

No. You're excused, Doc.

The prosecution arrests.

Mr. Blaine seems to think this is all a
big joke.

That a boy fighting for his life is a
pretty funny animal.

He wants to save time.

Wants to speed up the case.

All right.

he'll speed up the case to send the boy
to his death.

Well, I'll speed it up to send Billy
Gregg out of this court a free man.

Call for my first witness, William
Gregg.

Yes, sir.

Now, Billy, oh, I'm sorry.

I meant Mr. Gregg.

Now, Mr. Gregg, tell us exactly what
happened, in your own words.

Well, what happened that afternoon in
the Roanhorse Saloon is pretty much the

way it was said.

I was pretty riled, all right.

But going home and thinking of it, I...
I was glad Mr. Maverick spoke up and

kept me from drawing my gun.

Well, the next afternoon, I was sitting
on the porch trying to think, worry my

way out of things.

No need for that, Bill.

I didn't come for trouble.

Don't drop your gun there.

Come ahead.

over to talk to you about the money you
asked for.

I asked, you said no.

Well, I thought a lot about it since.

You think about your calling my pa a
thief?

That too.

Maybe that most of all.

Like you said, your pa did give me some
help when I first got started, but

you're coming up to me like that in a
saloon and bracing me. Well, it sort of

rubs a man the wrong way to have folks
think that he needed help.

No shame in needing help.

Everybody does one time or other.

But it's like I said, I did pay off your
pa little by little over a period of

time.

You never got around to writing any new
notes or picking up the old one.

All that was a gradual.

And your pa died and you ended up with
the old note.

You could have said that yesterday.

That's just the point. If I'd have said
it then, it would have looked like I was

trying to squirm out or something.

Naturally, I said something I didn't
mean, something that wasn't true.

I know your pa never steal.

You tell that to the men at the saloon.
No, wait a minute.

I came over here to offer you something
worth more than just apologizing.

I want to make up for what I said.

Well, don't you understand? I want to
loan you the money.

And what'll you take for it?

No mortgage, no interest, no nothing.

Pay me when you can.

You don't want anything?

Well, sure I do. I don't want you
telling anybody where you got it.

Folks will get the idea I'm going soft.
It'll be five times as hard to do

business.

Fifty times as hard to keep my head up.

You got a big pride, Sloan.

Well, if I was a kid your age, just
starting all over again, maybe I

need it.

No, that's about all I have.

Seems I never really did know you good,
Mr. Sloan.

You and a lot of other people.

Would you mind riding over tonight?

I always post a couple of men at the
front gate when I got a chunk of cash

around. You can go through your north
field and through the fence the back

I'll clip it on the way home.

Like you say.

You swear you won't tell nobody about
this, Billy?

Nobody at all?

Don't worry about it.

A couple hours later, I rode over to
Sloan's place through the back acres.

The barbed wire was cut, like you said
it would be.

And I went on through.

Now, Mr. Craig, you've told this story
twice.

You still say the wire was already cut.
Sloan didn't ask you to cut it. He done

it himself when he rode back home.

He took my clippers and left them to be
found.

I moved that last piece stricken from
the record.

Strike it out.

Disregard that last remark.

No one saw you on the trip?

No.

There were two cowboys at the gate.

I could make them out a little.

But I tied my horse back to the house
and they didn't see me.

Then you took special pains not to be
seen. It seems you were willing to let

Sloan's accusation against your father
go unanswered if he lent you the money.

Well, my pa's dead.

A little name calling can't hurt him too
much.

But I got my own name to make.

My own life.

And that money could help me do it.

So, a combination of pride, which every
man has, and a will to make a name

brought you unseen to the back door of
John Sloan's ranch after dark.

You're twisting it all out of shape.

He's making it sound like I went out to
dry -goat Sloan. Well, I never.

You're saying I didn't care enough about
my part of stand -up for his name.

I simply stated the facts in your own
words.

Object.

To what, Jabe? The prosecutor's last
remark or to your client's outburst?

To the deliberate baiting of my client.
Attack the evidence, if you will, but

don't attack the boy.

Now, you just sit down, Billy. Take it
easy.

Everybody knows how much you loved and
respected your pa.

I object, Your Honor, to counsels
instructing the witness while under

examination.

Sustained. Jabe, don't do any more of
that kind of thing.

Yes, Your Honor.

So, you entered the house.

Then what?

I told you.

Tell the jury again.

I tapped on the door.

Sloan was sitting behind his desk.

Oh, good evening. Billy.

Mr. Sloan. Come on in.

How are you?

Fine, thank you. Let's have a drink,
huh?

Thanks very much. Sit down.

Have a little celebration.

There you are.

To you and Lucy Setter.

Makes me real glad that I'm able to help
you two kids.

Come on, drink up.

Pour yourself another one.

All right.

Watch this, Billy.

Here's the new house and the new
furniture.

The beginning of a good life for you and
Lucy.

Seven, eight, nine.

It'll be good to see the sparkle in your
eyes.

13, 14, 15.

What are you seeing, Billy?

What you said.

Most of all, Lucy's face.

21, 2, 3, 4. 25.

That's all right. Go right ahead. Count
along.

20, 29, 30. 30, huh?

30 $100 bills.

Oh, you're not going to count them
again, are you? For fun?

Or don't you trust me yet?

Thanks, Mr. Sloan.

I'm glad to do it.

Careful on your way out.

Hold it right there, Grigg.

Now don't turn around.

Put your hands on the door frame.

What's this all about?

Surprise?

Not very.

But I don't figure you'll put me down in
cold blood.

You'll hang for it.

What, for killing a whole lot of men?

Who's going to believe that I lent you
that money after what I said about your

pa?

No.

But a hot -headed youngster, lifting a
few drinks, deciding to take what I

wouldn't give him.

Folks would believe that.

You went to a lot of trouble.

No trouble.

Just cut a few strands of wire and
posted two witnesses out front.

But why?

You really think you're good enough for
Lucy Sutter?

You, a fool kid with nothing but a dirty
shack and a few scrubby acres of land.

Are you not good enough?

Lucy's going to marry me.

So that's it?

You think if you kill me, Lucy will have
anything to do with you?

That's why I didn't go after you in the
saloon, boy.

You think Lucy will mourn a thief for
very long?

I'm going to die a thief.

The door and out.

Those two fellas came up and took me to
town.

That's all.

Those are the facts.

Just like it happened.

I never knew Sloan felt that way about
Lucy.

No, I suppose not.

I wonder if Sloan ever knew it.

What do you mean by that?

Oh, we'll get to that later.

Now, tell me this.

The day before you went to Sloan's to
get the loan, you had bad words with him

at the Roanhorse Saloon. Is that
correct?

I said it was.

Yet the very next day when Sloan came to
you and offered the money, you had no

suspicions? At first, what he said
seemed to make sense.

A man noted for hard dealing who came to
you and practically begged your help in

not revealing a kind heart and you
believed him?

Yes.

Yet you weren't surprised, you say, when
Sloan pulled a gun on you?

No, I always thought he was a snake and
he proved it. But you say you believed

his story.

me up and got me out there.

Sloan asked you to sneak in through a
place he cut in his own barbed wire and

you didn't suspect a thing. Just went
right ahead, innocent as a lamb.

Yes.

Your friends and neighbors seem to find
that as unbelievable as I do, Mr. Gray.

That's enough, Mr. Blaine. Don't draw
the spectators into your prosecution.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Anyway, you believed him.

Yes.

Why? Because I needed the money, and I
guess I was ready to be convinced of

anything to get it.

And if you were ready to be convinced of
anything, doesn't it follow that you

were ready to convince yourself that any
means were fair, that you were

justified in stealing what you believed
to be rightfully yours because of the

outlawed note? No, I wouldn't have gone
outside the law no matter what I

thought. But you were heard to say in
the saloon that there were other laws

besides book law that should govern a
man. I didn't mean it that way. So you

decided to enforce the law.

And took not only the $3 ,000 you
thought due you, but the rest of the

well. I didn't take anything.

But there were over $6 ,000 on your
person when the sheriff had you empty

pocket. That's true, isn't it?

Sheriff said so, yes.

How did it get there?

I don't know.

Now, Mr. Sutter, uh...

You're one of the few schoolteachers
this town has had.

If that weren't interesting enough,
you're a lovely girl.

Isn't it true that some of our citizens
satisfy their curiosity and interest in

you by stopping by the schoolhouse?

Yes.

And Mr.

Sloan met you in town sometimes and held
you in conversation.

You've had conversation with many of our
male citizens.

Yes? The judge, for instance?

Jabe over there?

Mr. Hamlin?

Jasper?

Would you say that all of them were in
love with you?

Even Jasper?

Of course not.

Did John Sloan ever propose marriage?

No. Did he ever profess a love for you?

Well, not in so many words.

Then how do you know he loved you?

A woman can tell about such things, Mr.
Blaine.

Step down.

Your Honor, my summation will be brief.

I won't dwell on the unshakable facts
that have been offered in proof of Bill

Gregg's guilt.

Those facts are condemning enough.

But there's something even more
condemning.

The defense.

A fairy tale.

Without basis in anything except in the
mind of the defense attorney.

We find ourselves still without a motive
for the involved scheme which the late

John Sloan is supposed to have created.

The defense went to the extent of
placing the young and beautiful Lucy

the stand to lie for the man she was
about to marry.

I honor her.

Noble I.

She loves Bill Gregg deeply.

But the love she says John Sloan held
for her is without proof of any kind.

No one else in this community knew of
it.

Not the citizens of this town.

Not Bill Gregg himself.

Not even Lucy Sutter.

But the motive for Bill Gregg...

is evident, clear.

A long -standing hate for a debt he
thought had gone unpaid.

A desire to make a home for the wife -to
-be.

And an insult against his father's name.

I won't ask for a verdict of guilty.

There can be no other.

Pass your ballots down as soon as you're
voted.

Guilty, guilty.

Guilty, guilty.

Guilty, guilty.

Guilty, guilty.

Guilty, guilty.

Not guilty.

What? That's right, not guilty.

Guilty, guilty.

One not guilty.

Is somebody trying to make a joke out of
this?

You sound as if a man doesn't have a
right to his own vote.

It was you?

That's right.

You got no right to hold things up. You
don't even belong in this town.

Look, we're gonna have another vote
right now, and this time we do it right.

Now, hold on, Pike. Let him have his
say. Must have reasons.

A man don't do things without reasons.

First, I'd like to suggest a little bet
to Mr. Pike.

A bet?

We haven't got time for that.

Well, business is where you find it.

We'll all be old men before I change my
vote and let Bill Gregg hang.

And we'll all be long in our graves
before I let a man guilty of sin go

Which brings us to that little bet.

I have $500 here that says we leave this
room with a verdict for acquittal.

Five.

It's a fool thing offering a bet like
that.

There's 11 of us here already said he's
guilty.

I played poker with you, Mr. Pike.

You'd like to get your man out on a limb
if you hold four aces.

Well, you're holding them.

You've heard the bet.

Am I called?

You can hold the stakes.

Now, wait a minute.

Let's name it again.

You say that the verdict will be
unanimous for innocent, and that

vote.

You notice how Mr. Pike put his finger
right on the point that made the odds so

bad against me.

Pike himself must vote for acquittal.

Well, go ahead, Maverick. What about
reasons? Yes, what do you mean?

That afternoon in the Roanhorse Saloon,
you remember that Sloan called Greg's

father a thief?

That's right.

I wonder why Sloan should practically
force Greg into drawing a gun on him.

The boy was pushing him.

Hard enough that a simple no wouldn't
do.

Sloan didn't have to yell thief.

I think the man's got a point. Greg told
a story so unbelievable that even he

couldn't give a reason for it. But that
argument in the saloon was set up by

Sloan. He asked for it.

That part fits Greg's story.

Story. What else could he say? That's
the best he could do.

And Blaine tied him up in it.

Why, he looked guilty enough for hanging
right then.

Oh, you can't judge by a man's looks,
Pike.

When he stumbles over his own story, you
can.

I doubt that.

Doubt. That's all I have to go on is
doubt.

And how many of you men would let Bill
Gregg hang if there was any doubt at

Any reasonable doubt?

All right, boys, pass it down as soon as
you can.

Here we are.

Guilty.

Guilty. Not guilty.

Mine is still here.

Looks like I'm not alone anymore.

Guilty. Guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Guilty. Guilty.

Guilty and mine.

And mine.

Eight to four.

You let fancy talk switch you over.

It's none of your business how I vote on
a secret ballot.

Call for a poll, and I'll say I vote
guilty, same as I wrote.

And I say it's none of your business,
Pike.

But I vote not guilty.

Mr. Maverick said reasonable doubt.

Well, I've got one.

Everybody knows Sloan was a hard man,
and not the straightest when he figured

lose. You ought to know that, Pike.

You and him had trouble when he cheated
at cards.

That was between him and me. I knew it,
and he knew he couldn't get away with

it. But a man who'll cheat once will
cheat twice.

Maybe. But Sloan would stick at murder.
I know that, and so does everybody else.

And from what I've heard, there's even
less chance that Bill Gregg would kill.

So it's just a difference of opinion,
Mr. Pike.

And there's a point there, Pike.

Get this, then.

My opinion won't change.

Maverick can tell all the bedtime
stories he wants.

But facts are facts, and as long as I
got a vote, Bill Gray don't go free. Do

you understand me?

You know something, Pike?

Here we are all listening to reason, or
trying to, and you're just digging in

your heels to make a stand no matter
what.

Oh, Maverick is talking about reasons.
I'm talking about facts.

What can he do with this fact?

Greg says Sloan gave him $3 ,000.

The sheriff found over six.

All the cash that Sloan had.

How does that look like to you?

I'll admit that part bothered me, too.

It's pretty strong for him. You're doing
a lot of talking, but you've got no

answers.

Just as Sloan had to set the scene, so
have I.

How many of you men would believe a man
wouldn't know how much money was handed

to him?

You, Mr. Hamlin?

Hamlin always counts things three or
four times.

Business. Got to watch yourself.

A man wouldn't be shortchanged. No
sensible man.

Right. Anyone's careful about being
shortchanged, about getting less than

he's doing.

But is anyone too careful about getting
more?

Are you trying to tell me that Bill
Gregg stood there and didn't know Sloan

giving him more than twice as much as he
was supposed to?

You said it for me. I don't believe it.
Oh, it's not a hard trick to fool a man

with. Not if a man's a fool.

We made a bet.

500 each.

Stakes are being held in your pocket.

Take it out and count it.

Everyone saw the stakes put up.

Pike himself watched me count it out.

Should be $1 ,000 there.

1 ,500.

If a man's a fool, that's what Pike
said.

It ain't the same thing at all.

It's exactly the same thing, and you
know it.

Anybody? Not yet.

Better get a decision or you'll all be
putting up at the hotel tonight.

The sheriff's right. Let's take another
vote, if it'll do us any good.

First...

May I have my extra 500 back?

Not guilty, not guilty.

11 to 1 for acquittal.

And that means it's still a hung jury
because my vote stays the same. Now,

do you got to say about that?

I'm about talked out.

Oh, you're weakening, huh?

No, it is the case of that pipe. Oh, do
you realize what time it is? We want to

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

Guilty! Guilty!

Guilty!

First you say Maverick's making a joke,
and now you stand fast.

There's a reasonable doubt anybody can
see that.

Mr. Pike has a right to his own opinion,
just like the rest of us do.

We're deadlocked. Your opinion's fixed.

Why do you still vote for hanging?

I've said it all along.

Bill Gregg is guilty.

That's your opinion?

Naturally.

You're a poker player, Mr. Pike.

And you're a pretty good one, even
though you only bet on sure things.

But haven't there been times when the
sure thing didn't pay off?

When your opinion was wrong?

Isn't there just the least chance that
Bill Gregg is innocent?

Not a chance.

Let me ask you something about the odds
of poker.

What are the odds against drawing a pat
hand?

I don't know. Plenty. Maybe 10, 20 to 1.

Let's say 10 to 1, just for the sake of
argument.

After one pat hand...

What would the odds be against drawing
another pat hand?

Same deal.

A hundred to one, maybe. Why?

Ten times as much?

Yeah. And a third pat hand would be a
thousand to one, and a fourth of ten

thousand, and a fifth pat hand would a
hundred thousand to one be a fair idea

the odds?

Well, Pike, a few thousand of the odds
doesn't matter. I just want to agree on

something. I can say, then, that the
odds against five pat hands, 25

cards from a full regular deck,
shuffled, no tricks involved, are, say,

to one.

Yeah, I'd agree to them odds.

Would you say those odds are about the
ones against Bill's story being true?

I'd say that, too.

Now, what are you trying to say?

That your opinion, your judgment can be
wrong.

That you, just like anybody else, can
make a mistake. I'm so sure of it that

willing to stake Bill Gregg's life on
it.

I'll take the long end of the bet.

I ain't quite sure what you mean.

Take the deck out of the pack. Spread it
on the table.

Look them over, everybody, if you want
to.

I won't touch it.

Make sure it's a 52 -card deck.

It's a straight deck.

Shuffle them.

Shuffle them good.

Now cut them.

Again and again.

Are you satisfied that they're well
shuffled and cut?

Yeah.

Now deal off the first 25 cards, face
down.

Now stack the 25 and keep your hand on
the pack.

Set the rest of the deck aside.

Now let's make our bet.

I say that in those 25 cards that you
dealt from a pack that you shuffled and

cut,

There are five pat hands.

Not in regular order, you understand.

But the five pat hands are there.

Do you believe that?

Five pat hands in these 25 carts?

No. No, I don't.

How about another 500 and Bill Gregg's
life that there is?

Oh, wait a second, Maverick. You're a
gambler and can risk your cash, but you

can't put up a man's life against... Oh,
hold on. Wait a minute. Wait. This is

between Maverick and me. He named it.

What do you mean, Greg's life?

If I win, you vote to free him.

And if you lose?

If I lose, I'll stop fighting you. I
can't expect the others to vote his life

away. This jury might still be
deadlocked, but the next one will hang

The joke is here somewhere. You're
trying to trick me into voting your way.

Don't you trust your opinion?

You're a professional.

I haven't handled the deck. The best
manipulator in the world can't control a

deck he hasn't touched.

What's the matter, Pike?

Odds ain't good enough?

You can win another 500.

I'm still figuring.

You're going to make five pat hands out
of these 25 cards.

That's straights, flushes, full houses.

That's right.

Can I shuffle them again?

It's an honest deck, Mr. Pike. You
looked at them before.

Thank you, Mr. Pike.

Now, try to put them in suits.

See how many flushes we can make.

If we're lucky, we'll get three.

They seem to be running pretty good.

Looks like a straight flush.

Well, Mr. Pike.

We did. We got... We got three flushes.

Looks like four flushes there, Brett.

You're right, we have.

One, two, three, and four.

I think, possibly... A king of hearts
and a nine. We got four

flushes in a straight, Mr. Pike.

Five fat hands.

A diamond flush.

Spade flush, club flush, heart flush,
and a king high straight.

Maverick, how many times can five -pat
hands be made out of any 25 cards?

Practically every time.

I call it Maverick Solitaire.

Here comes the jury, folks.

while there, I thought we never would
reach a verdict.

Well, hanging the jury would have been
better than hanging Billy.

Come to think of it, we never did take a
final poll.

Did Pike ever say not guilty?

Not in so many words, but we made a
bargain.

Sure, but Pike never really changed his
vote.

Maybe he's still so rich that we haven't
made a fool out of him.

We'd better ask him now.

Gentlemen of the jury, have you reached
a verdict?

Well, Mr. Price, you do have a verdict,
don't you?

Well, yes, we do.

I think.

You think?

Well, do you have a verdict or don't
you?

Yes, Your Honor, we have.

Well, what is that verdict?

Well, we find for not guilty.

This is ridiculous.

The jury obviously is not in agreement.

I demand a polling of the jury.

The jury will stand to be polled.

How do you say?

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty.

Not guilty

Not

guilty not guilty

This

case dismissed

You made me look pretty foolish.

I'm sorry, Pike.

I was just betting that you were a
pretty good man.

And a fair one.

How about a little poker?

I can get back to business now.