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Did it ever occur to you that Gertie might have dug up that money and kept

on going?

I won't be forgetting those kind words, Hatfield.

Take it easy.

Did you find the suitcase?

Nah, the reason I'm late. I dug up half the countryside to make sure it wasn't,

uh... Maverick lied.

You've got one more chance, Bart.

Where's the money?

I don't know, Bonnie.

All right, Gertie. Let's go!

A Warner Bros.

television production.

Gentlemen, this one is going to cost you.

Are you bluffing, Maverick?

Uh -huh.

You would be honest about it, of course. Of course.

And wouldn't I be a fool to believe you?

On the other hand, I believe you'd be just sneaky enough to be telling the

truth. But I think I'll just keep you honest.

I don't suppose there's a chance you can't beat four cards to a flush.

Not a chance in the world.

Well, gentlemen, thank you very much.

Bonnie, it looks like you and I are going to have a very inexpensive date

tonight.

It looks like you have no date at all.

Because I'm broke?

Can you think of a better reason?

A lovely lass, that.

Yeah. It is a pity she's so dishonest.

Barney's dishonest?

All the time you were playing, she was looking at your cards over your shoulder

and signaling the house deal.

Why didn't you tell me that?

For many reasons, lad. But mostly because we hadn't been introduced.

Rafferty.

Terence Rafferty.

Formerly of the Emerald Isle.

and presently the second assistant production chief for the railroad

construction gang, and someday the potato

king of the new world.

Well, nice to meet you, Mr. Rafferty. My name's Bart Maverick, past, present,

and future chum. Let me borrow you to read me that, and I'll tell you all

the art of potato farming.

Bartender.

First, I'm interested in your other reasons for not telling me I'm being

cheated. Mostly because I don't approve of young men gambling or flirting with

dancehall girls. I hope that's been a listen to you.

Full of B.

Whiskey. It will be no such thing.

How about you?

I'll have the whiskey.

Temperance is the greatest of virtues.

But in my case, there are extenuating circumstances.

What were we talking about?

Oh, yes, yes, I remember.

The art of potato farming.

Mr. Rafferty, hasn't anybody around here warned you that the land hereabouts is

absolutely no good for growing potatoes?

Oh, sure, they've warned me.

I've been warned by everybody.

But they've all reckoned without... Without... What

is it?

Sod.

Dirt, you mean?

It's a handful of magic sod.

From Old Ireland.

Mixed with the local soil.

It'll grow potatoes as big as watermelons.

Oh, really?

Timmy! How many times have I told you that a saloon is no place for a boy of

your age?

Gee, I get lonesome all by myself over at the livery stable, Mr. Rafferty.

The poor lad's an orphan.

I do my best to take care of him and teach him to toll straight and narrow.

we'll be off with you.

Timmy? Yes, sir?

Yeah, you put that in your jeans.

Gee, thanks, mister.

Yeah, but you better stay out of the saloon.

That was a very decent thing of you to do, Mr. Manfred, presenting the boy with

your last penny.

I was just trying to change my luck, Mr. Rafferty.

And so it has changed.

And I myself will see to it.

Where are you driving it?

I'll get you a job in the railroad.

Thanks, but no thanks, Mr. Rafferty. My old pappy always told me to beware of

regular employment.

It just leads to clean living.

But you must earn money for food.

You can't go begging in the streets.

Yeah, I guess you got a point there.

You can find an opening for me in that supply house, and it isn't too hard on

the back.

Ah, there's nothing doing with the supply house, I'm afraid.

Ah, but only this morning. Mr. Simon Gertie was saying that he had room for

men in the pick and juggle pool. Oh, Mr. Gertie, just a moment.

Oh, Mr.

Gertie, excuse me just a moment.

I want to... Just over here.

This is Mr. Maverick.

He's in desperate need for honest labor.

Oh? Let me see your hand. Not quite callous enough to pick and shovel work,

afraid. Not quite. Like fingering a pound of butter.

Oh, you mustn't mind Mr. Gertie's outspokenness. He means nothing of it.

it's a foolish man who loses his temper.

I'm not angry.

In fact, I agree with everything the gentleman says.

But you'll never make your mark in life if you give up so easily.

Mr. Goody, you'll be doing this of a great favor if you employ this man.

Rafferty, ever since you signed on, you've been putting your nose into

else's department.

Now stop being so bossy and let me run my own life, will you?

Bossy, did he say?

And me, with the sweetest disposition of any man, this sergeant of the River

Shannon. All railroad hands out to the wagon.

Oh, just a moment, boys.

Now, these fellows have just arrived. They've been working very hard all week,

and they deserve a little more diversion. Now, relax, boys. Take it

I said all hands outside, and you first, you meddling old goat.

Meddling old goat.

Take care of that for me, Mr. Maverick, will you? Mr. Rafferty, you said

yourself it's a foolish man who lets his temper get the best of him.

But in my case...

There are extenuating circumstances.

Mr.

Gertie, another moment of your time here.

You shouldn't have done that to the wee man, Gertie.

Do you want to break the precious bottle?

Now get me a bottle out of all this turmoil.

Mr. Maverick. Mr.

Maverick.

Oh,

Timmy, how did I get out here?

Well, after that fight was over, the bartender tossed out all the unclaimed

bodies.

Mr. Rafferty.

Well, they dumped all the railroad workers into a wagon and took them back

the construction camp.

That's Mr. Rafferty's sod, isn't it?

Oh, yeah, that's Mr. Rafferty's sod.

He asked me to hold it for him.

What kind of an idiot am I to take a beating like that for an old bottle of

dirt?

Wouldn't you be a little bit more gentle?

I'm sorry, sir. Did I hit you?

You didn't hit Mr. Muldoon. That's wrong.

Who's Mr. Muldoon?

Sure, it is himself.

Mr. Muldoon always refers to himself in the third party so he can mention his

own fabulous talents without the appearance of conceit.

And tis happy I am to meet you, maverick.

How do you know my name?

Sure wasn't Mr. Muldoon there all the time. You were gabbing with Terence

Rafferty. I didn't see you in that saloon.

You couldn't very well see inside the bottle now, could you?

Aye, this battle has been Mr. Muldoon's prison for all these many months. But I

see that puzzles you a little bit.

Yes, slightly.

Well, it's a simple fact.

Mr. Muldoon is a leprechaun.

What? Have you never heard mention of the word leprechaun?

I have.

Mr. Rafferty says they're magic people that live in Ireland.

Now, there's a bright lad.

And for freeing Mr. Muldoon, he's granting you five wishes.

Five? I thought it was only supposed to be three. Three?

Sure, any average leprechaun can grant you three.

Mr. Muldoon is a little bit more generous than that.

It's five wishes, Maverick. Take it, five.

What'll it be?

Mr. Muldoon, I think you better find some nice place and sleep it off. Oh,

Muldoon never touches a drop.

In that case, I better find some nice place and sleep it off. The only problem

is, Timmy, where?

They let me bed down at the livery stable.

In return for keeping an eye on the place at night. There's plenty of hay

two. That's a good idea, thanks to me.

Well, Miss Muldoon, it's been a pleasure meeting you. Yeah, but you don't... See

you tomorrow.

But...

get here so fast?

Mister, we're not in the market for magic potions or whatever it is you're

selling, so why don't you just run along?

Run along, is it?

When it's Mr. Muldoon's duty to watch over you until your five wishes are used

up.

No, there must be something that you have your heart set on. There is a good

night's sleep.

Don't use your wishes up so lightly, man. Think hard before you decide.

Listen, if I make a wish, then will you let me go to sleep?

Yes, yes, yes, yes. All right, I want some money.

Oh, Mr.

Muldoon is disappointed in you, Maverick.

It is the unselfish wish that always works out for the best. Nevertheless, I

still want money.

Well, then I must warn you. To prevent unseemly greediness, only one money wish

is allowed.

How much would it be? Five shillings. A hundred thousand pounds.

What? I'd like to have it in dollars.

Dollars. Well, you have to specify how many.

Well, let's see.

Let's say $22 ,409 to be exact.

$22 ,409.

Wish granted.

Thank you very much, sir. Now may I retire?

Don't you even want to look at the money?

Where is it?

What's that thing over there?

A feed bin. It is there.

Look here.

Suitcase. Open it up. Open it up.

$22 ,409 to be exact.

What did you ask for $509?

Mr. Muldoon's memory is nothing it used to be 400 years ago.

Well, aren't you going to count it, Mr. Maverick?

No. Why not?

This is a dream, Timmy, and I refuse to make a fool of myself even in a dream.

Am I dreaming too?

No.

Yes.

Timmy.

You're just part of my dream.

Well, maybe this money belongs to somebody, and we ought to give it to the

sheriff.

Mr. Muldoon has performed his duty with characteristic dispatch and efficiency.

What you do with the money now is up to you.

I'm going to hold on to it myself for a while.

Well, maybe that's not honest.

Now, Timmy, this is a dream.

This money really doesn't exist.

Well, then why don't you give it to the sheriff?

This is my dream and I'll run it as I see fit.

Good night, all.

Mr. Muldoon has taken quite a fancy to the odd headgear they wear in this

country. Would you care to trade?

No, thanks.

All right.

Ah, you're looking for the suitcase. It's right there.

I just counted to see if the right amount was there. $22 ,409 to the penny.

Where's Timmy?

The boy knows a few friendly hens who are going to provide us with breakfast.

Oh.

Well, now that Timmy's outside, I think it's time for you and I to have a nice

long talk.

Oh, good.

There's nothing Mr. Muldoon enjoys more than a lengthy discussion.

Sit down here.

I want to hear the story of your life.

Oh!

Mr. Muldoon was born in Ireland 543 years ago.

At the age of eight, Mr.

Muldoon was celebrated far and wide for his honesty and his unfair industry.

Mr. Muldoon, couldn't we just skip the first half century or so? What I'm

interested in finding out is how you just happened to be here in Desert Gap.

Well, Terence Rafferty brought me over from Ireland in that battle.

Unbeknownst to him, of course.

You see, Mr. Muldoon was sound asleep under a pebble, and Terence Rafferty

along, scooped up a handful of dirt, And myself and the pebble... Just a moment,

Mr. Muldoon. Could we go back a little ways now? Do you mean to tell me that

were asleep under a pebble?

You see, leprechauns are sometimes known as wee people.

And when they sleep, they shrink to a size no bigger than your thumbnail.

I'll take that suitcase if you don't mind.

Who are you?

You don't have that damn money, and I've come to collect it.

Now, just a moment here, young man. Do you realize all Mr.

Muldoon has to say is one word, and that weapon is useless?

Huh? Say it. Oh.

Gun?

Remobilized?

What's he talking about?

See, this gentleman happens to be a leprechaun, and he has the power to

magic.

So if you'll just hand me that gun.

Could it be that that weapon is not of Irish manufacture, and therefore immune

to a jail expel?

Stronger efforts are needed here. That's Mr. Muldoon's theory. Forget it.

Forget it.

Gordon, now you're immobilized.

We'll see if my theory works out. If you'll be so kind as to fire at Mr.

Maverick again.

Please don't be so kind, Mr. Muldoon. You can't take...

Oh, it was. It's Mr. Muldoon where the spell didn't work.

Now, if that had been a shillelagh, now, instead of the weapon that the man had

in his hand.

Oh, it's a fine leprechaun I get lashed up with.

I doubt you can even do card tricks.

Well, you still have the money, haven't you?

A lot of good that's going to do me. What's to prevent that bandit from

back here with a party of his friends?

Well, would you take some advice from Mr. Muldoon?

No.

Well, now, Mr. Muldoon is over 500 years older than you, and it would do you

well to listen to the voice of experience.

Fine chance I've got of keeping you shut up.

Well, now, this is me tale.

I think we should entrust the suitcase to someone else for the time being until

this hallucination dies down.

Why not the sheriff?

No, no, no, no. The sheriff would have pound the money.

There'd be a legal investigation that would take time, and it might be years

before you get the money free again.

Mr. Muldoon, that's the first sensible remark you've made.

You know, after traveling so long with Terrence Rafferty, Mr. Muldoon can vouch

for his character.

Timmy, give me that suitcase.

and now corral and get three horses and get them saddled right away. Make it

two. Mr. Muldoon has traveled for 543 years without climbing aboard one of

monsters, and I have no wish to break that record now.

All right, Timmy, make it two.

Here, you take this and get yourself some breakfast.

Why, the leprechauns have no pain for hunger.

All right. Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I'll just take that for a souvenir.

And that's the whole story.

And I don't blame you if you don't believe a single word of it.

Why should I not believe you, lad?

Things like this should happen in Ireland all the time.

Hey, the leprechaun will grant you five wishes, you see.

Oh, just four wishes.

You see, I've already used one of them up.

You're a lucky man you are, mepple. Oh, real lucky.

And everybody gets to be shot at before breakfast.

Well, it will be a different story when you settle down to family life.

You know, there's something like a hearth and a home and a fine, plump wife

performing gastronomic miracles on a kitchen stove.

I'm sure you and Mrs. Rafferty are very happy, sir.

I am a bachelor, lad.

In my case, there are extenuating circumstances.

But I've got the very girl in mind for you, Maverick. My niece, Katie.

Mr. Rafferty, I'm merely interested in you finding a safe place to hide that

money until I can discover who it really belongs to.

That I can tell you, lad.

It belongs to the railroad.

You see how these serial numbers are all in sequence?

Well, look at this list of serial numbers that were lost in last week's

robbery.

Why, that bubble -headed leprechaun, he's foisted stolen money on me.

Oh, you mustn't go maligning the wee folk, Maverick.

I'm sure if you'd have specified that you wanted unstolen money, Mr. Muldoon

would have obliged.

I imagine that copies of this list are all over town.

Well, maybe whoever stole the money hid it in a livery stable.

Why would he do a thing like that, Timmy?

Who owns that livery stable?

Simon Gertie, the boss of the pick and shovel gang.

The fellow I had the little discussion with last night.

He might be the one that tried to hold us up this morning.

You better make sure Mr. Gertie doesn't see that police.

Oh, trust Terence Rafferty to manage the family's affairs.

I'm sure you'll do a fine job.

Timmy, you stay here with Mr. Rafferty, understand?

Okay, but I still think you ought to talk to the sheriff. That's exactly what

I'm going to do, but first I'm going to see our leprechaun friend.

Oh, something I can do for you, sir? Yes, I'm interested in one of these

headpieces.

Might I suggest something a little more sprightly in color, sir? That seems a

little old for you.

I think it is.

Maybe in another century or so.

Mr. Muldoon may pass this way again two or three hundred years from now and try

it on again.

I see, I think.

Oh, that looks like a nice one.

Oh, that's lovely, sir.

Oh, that it is.

Now, wouldn't O 'Banion be jealous of that one, though?

What, O 'Banion the rancher?

No, Triad O 'Banion the elf.

The what?

The elf.

Now, what manner of man would be wearing a headpiece like that?

None that I know of. That's a lady's hat.

Bless me.

Is it now?

Tell the joke, Mr. Muldoon.

Well, it's not much of a joke on me. I've got better things to do with my

than waste them on a prankster.

Prankster?

What nonsense are you prattling to me, man? You know very well that my

competitor put you up to this. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Sure, is it a custom in this strange land for the proprietor to subject his

clientele to a string of abuse before settling down to the business at hand?

Business at hand?

I doubt whether you've got a penny in your pocket.

What do you say to that?

Well, what do you say?

Help!

Help! Sheriff!

Help!

Muldoon.

Where are you, Mr. Muldoon?

happen to be in your wee state, Mr. Muldoon?

Oh, stop being ridiculous, man.

Mr. Muldoon, wait here for me.

I have gone looking for the sheriff.

Mr. Maverick, it might just interest you to know that the sheriff has been

looking for you.

We're in jail.

How come?

In all of his 543 years, Mr. Muldoon has never had such a confusing day.

And tell me what happened to him.

After you left to see Mr. Lafferty, Mr. Muldoon took himself over to the local

haberdashery to purchase one of those fancy headgears.

No sooner had he showed the proprietor his money and the man went out of his

mind. Now, let me try to piece this together.

The proprietor compared the bill you gave him to a list that he had. Then he

called the sheriff.

And when the sheriff got there, he asked you where you got the bill, and you

very graciously told him you got it from your friend Maverick. Well, you

wouldn't want Mr. Muldoon to tell a fib, would you? Oh, no, not under any

circumstances.

Say, Sheriff, could I talk to you for a minute, please?

You sure can, Mr. Maverick.

In fact, you can tell me where you got that payroll money cashed at.

Sheriff, you, uh...

You know Terence Rafferty. He works in the supply room up at the construction

camp. Yeah.

He's got the money.

Rafferty was in on this thing with you?

Now, Sheriff, I didn't steal the money. I said I found it.

As a matter of fact, I was on my way to tell that to you until you two knocked

me over the head in that livery stable.

That note he wrote said he was going to look for you. Yeah.

Mr. Trask, why don't you ride out to camp there and see what Mr. Rafferty

about all this.

Okay.

Now, there's a reward offer for the return of the payroll money, and I'd

see that you get it, providing your story holds up.

If it don't, why, I'll get you offered about 20 years on the rock pile.

Mr. Muldoon's advice now.

Mr. Muldoon, I've been...

Well,

it's about time you got back.

You said to talk to Rafferty, and that's what I've been trying to do.

He's gone.

Where to?

Nobody at the camp seems to know.

Sometime this afternoon, he must have locked up the supply room and taken off.

Yeah? Well, you take the advice of an older and wiser head than yours and tell

the sheriff about your suspicions of Simon Gulty.

Sheriff? Yeah.

Sheriff, you know, it's entirely possible that Simon Gertie found out

Rafferty had that valise and then... Hold on now.

What's Simon Gertie got to do with this?

Sheriff, I think that Simon Gertie was in on that original holdup.

Nonsense. Cousin Simon wouldn't do a thing like that.

He's your cousin?

Mr. Maverick, it appears to me that you got yourself in just about enough

trouble without going around accusing innocent people. What law?

My own flesh and blood you're accusing.

Mr. Muldoon, do you have any more helpful suggestions?

I've never seen the likes of you, Maverick, for a man that's worrying and

fretting all the time.

Sure, it has never lasted one day you haven't dropped dead of old age, but

time. Supposing Rafferty takes all that money and goes out and buys the biggest

potato patch in the world, then... Ah, hasn't Mr. Muldoon vouched for

character?

Isn't Mr. Muldoon the keenest judge of people in all Ireland?

We're not in Ireland. We happen to be inside this jail cell, and I wish we

out so we'd go look for Rafferty ourselves.

Don't you understand?

Wish is granted.

What? You wish that you were out of jail.

And your wish has been granted. And that's the second, by the way.

I notice we're still in the jail.

Will these things take a moment or two?

Especially when you didn't specify the exact way in which you told me how to be

released. Now, I've warned you time and time again, ma 'am. All right, you two.

You're free to go.

You see?

a coincidence.

What is?

It... Oh, it's a private argument, Sheriff.

Look, how come you're letting us go?

Somebody put up your bail.

Who?

Young woman over there.

Hi, Bart.

Why?

Who's your handsome friend?

Oh, uh, Bonnie Shea. This is Mr. Muldoon.

Sure is a pleasure to meet you, beautiful lass.

Say, Sheriff, could I have my gun back, please?

I ain't even going to answer that question.

But if you so much as think about leaving this town, you're going to be

that jail cell so fast it'll make your head spin.

That's very clearly put.

Bonnie.

Tell me, Dunham, why did you bail me out?

Well... Can't a girl do a favor for a friend? Well, sure, but of course some

girls might want something in return.

Oh, pay him no mind.

I've never seen such a man for looking a gift horse in the mouth.

Not to imply that you're a gift horse, my dear. Joan, how would you like me to

wish that you permanently lose your power of speech?

Now, Bonnie, I happen to know you helped that dealer cheat me in the card game

the other night.

I can't help wondering why all of a sudden you're so anxious to do me a

Just because I did cheat you.

Now, Hatfield's the owner.

I was just following orders.

I've been so ashamed of myself ever since.

This is my way of making it up to you.

What do you think?

Well? Mr. Muldoon is not uttering a sound until you retract that hideous

statement about wishing him to become a mute.

Oh, come on, Muldoon. It was a kind of a joke.

A joke, was it?

What kind of a joke is it?

That's a threat that's so fearful that it turns a man's bones into porridge.

Okay, okay, I'll retract it. All I want is a simple yes or no from you, Ken. We

trust her. You're supposed to be the great judge of character.

Of course I can trust her.

Even a toddler and child could see that she could bear you not a breath of harm.

Thanks.

Thank you, Mr. Muldoon. My pleasure, ma 'am.

What happened here?

After that free -for -all the other night, Sheriff Bundy closed the place.

The lantern's over there, Bart.

Bonnie, you sure the owner won't mind?

Hatfield doesn't mind.

Do you, Hatfield?

No, I don't mind a bit.

Nice work, Bonnie.

Even a toddlin' child couldn't read any harm in her, eh?

Could be the dry western air has an effect on Mr. Muldoon's sixth sense.

What's he talking about?

Search me.

He carried on like that in the livery stable this morning. I think maybe he's,

uh... Down, is it?

Well, let me tell you something, my friend. You're about to become

And that's only a sample of what Mr. Muldoon is capable of when aroused. And

hereafter, the next... He's only a shaman of mobilization, he was. The

scheming trickster.

All right, that's enough, Gertie. We've got business to take care of.

Now, where's the payroll money, Bart?

I don't suppose you'd believe me if I told you I didn't know.

No, I wouldn't.

Well, in that case, I won't tell you that.

Now, that's sensible.

Because we put a lot of planning into making this robbery come off. And we

aim to let anybody walk off with the first prize.

Now, listen, Bonnie. If I'd known that was your money, I never would have

touched it.

You'll find the suitcase buried at the base of Dutchman's Needle.

Oh!

It is a fib, you telling maverick. And Mr. Muldoon takes a dim view of telling

fibs. The truth of the matter is, we entrusted the suitcase to a worthy

Who am I... supposed to believe?

If you ask me, that one's too simple -minded to be a liar.

Oh!

You're absolutely right, Mr. Gertie.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Muldoon has never told one lie in his entire life.

Right, Mr. Muldoon?

Right!

Mr. Muldoon, how old are you now?

543 going on 544.

And, sir, would you kindly tell us how you got from Ireland to America?

In a bottle, you're aware of that.

A bottle?

What kind of a bottle?

It was an everyday, ordinary chemist's bottle, just about so big and greenish

color. That's enough! That's enough!

All right, Bart, you proved he's lying.

That doesn't mean you're telling the truth.

Gertie, go get a shovel and go out to Dutchman's Needle.

We'll wait here.

All right, Maverick, hands behind your back.

He should have been back half an hour ago.

Riding by night, he'll have to take it slow.

In all his 543 years, Mr. Muldoon has never been this uncomfortable.

This is a picnic compared to what it's going to be when Gertie gets back here

without that suitcase.

Why'd you have to tell him a fib?

They wouldn't have believed the truth anyway.

I had a lie to him. It was the only way we could stall for time.

Well, perhaps you should use one of your wishes now to resolve this unfortunate

situation. Muldoon, every time I use one of my wishes, I seem to end up worse

off than I was before.

How could you possibly be any worse off than you are right now?

I don't know. If anyone could manage it, you can. It's because of you that we

have all... What's wrong?

Your hands were just in front of you. They were not.

What do we do now?

Untie me.

Now what?

If he isn't back in 15 minutes, I'm going after him.

Take it easy.

Did it ever occur to you that Gertie might have dug up that money and kept

on going?

I won't be forgetting those kind words, Hatfield.

Take it easy.

Did you find the suitcase?

Nah, the reason I'm late. I dug up half the countryside to make sure it wasn't

there.

Maverick lied.

You've got one more chance, Bart.

Where's the money?

I don't know, Bonnie.

Listen, Muldoon was telling the truth in the first place.

Sure, he told the truth.

He's 543 years old, and he lives in a bottle.

All right, Gertie. Let's go!

Always like this in America.

Doesn't anybody ever sit down and converse quietly over a cup of tea?

be still?

Never sneak up on Mr. Muldoon, boy. Always announce yourself at a distance.

We've wasted enough time, Maverick.

Come on out.

Back way out of here.

There's a couple of loose boards we can squeeze through. Let's go. Come on.

We trust Sheriff Bundy.

All right, now you tell Mr. Rafferty we'll be waiting for him at the

office. Now go ahead.

The sheriff's office, did you say?

Yeah, right now the safest place for us is back there in jail.

Maverick!

Come on!

Come on to the sheriff's office a bit.

He's standing over there by the jail.

It's a short dash across that street to that beautiful, beautiful cellar. It's a

15 -yard dash out in the open. Do you know how many shots Hatfield can pump on

us in that length of time?

Mr. Muldoon doesn't know, nor does he wish to be told.

What's that?

It's the night stage coming through.

We can take cover behind that as it passes by.

Something I can do for you, gentlemen.

What are you doing here?

Oh, just helping out my cousin, the sheriff.

Heard he needed more deputies, so I volunteered.

Where's cousin sheriff now?

Making sure you don't get on that stage that just arrived.

Left me in charge. Actually trusts me.

Now then, Maverick.

You're going to tell me where that payroll money is or you're going to get

resisting arrest?

Rafferty has the money.

Where is he?

I wish I knew, Gertie.

Mr. Muldoon, please. We're stranded.

What?

Mr. Maverick inquires the whereabouts of Terrence Rafferty. And Mr. Muldoon is

not one to shirk his duty.

Very likely, Mr. Rafferty will be coming through that door at any moment.

come from? He was on a stagecoach that just come in. I thought maybe he could

clear up a few things for me.

Maverick and his partner were giving me some trouble, so I had to draw on him.

That's a fib. An outrageous fib.

Sheriff Gertie's lying.

He was going to shoot us down in cold blood.

Now, Cousin Simon wouldn't do a thing like that.

He's got a lot of reasons.

We happen to know he was in on that robbery with Hatfield and Bonnie Shea.

Oh, what are you talking about, Maverick? Boy, I hardly know Hatfield

Shea girl.

Well, then why are so thick with them lately?

I saw you last night having dinner together with them.

I just happened to sit at my table, that's all.

Oh, well, I see.

Go ahead, Maverick.

Sheriff, after they stole the money, they hid it in the livery stable, and

that's where I found it. I didn't know whose it was, so I gave it to Mr.

Rafferty for safekeeping, didn't I, Mr. Rafferty?

You did no such thing.

The money in the suitcase, remember?

I have no notion at all as to what he's talking about.

Sheriff... Could I hear a word with Mr.

Maverick in private, if you please?

Why?

You know, he might be able to persuade him to make a clean breast of things.

All right, use that cell there.

Check it.

It was for your own good that I lied about the money. My own good?

You know what's going to happen to me if I'm lucky?

I'll get 20 years in a rock pile, and if I'm not lucky, I'm going to get a shot

in the back from either Gurley or Hatfield.

There is, of course, a third lieutenant.

Or third alternative.

I'm afraid to hear mention of it.

Nonsense, man. It'll be the making of you. Now, listen.

This very afternoon, I received a telegram that my niece, Katie, were just

arrived in Humboldt City, all the way from Ireland.

So I locked up my supply room and I went in the stage to fetch her.

Oh, Sheriff, would you be good enough to ask the sweet creature outside to step

inside for a minute, if you please?

Yeah.

Oh, Katie will make a fine wife for you, she will. Why?

Mr. Rafferty, I don't want to get married.

Now, listen.

You're in no position to quibble.

If you don't do what I tell you, I'll not support your story with the sheriff

point.

Ah, here's your intended now.

Hello, dear.

Katie and I have been talking things over.

Your third wish is to be for a potato farm.

We'll work it together, all three of us. Work?

Oh, it'll be a bit hard on you in the beginning with all that digging. But in

little while, your hands will cease to bleed and bruise and you'll learn to

the art of farming. Bleed and bruise?

Oh, it'll be worth it. Because at night you'll have Katie to come home to.

No more of that foolish roistering in saloons and gambling halls.

Mr. Rafferty, I like to roister.

Oh, I wouldn't let Katie hear you say that if I were you.

Do you know once she took two strong men who'd had a drop too much drink and

clapped their heads together like symbols? Both parties have worn a pledge

button ever since.

Mind if I smoke, ma 'am?

Yes.

Now, you've three alternatives.

To be jailed, murdered, or married.

Now, which is it to be?

Maverick, if you'll hurry up and confess, I may be able to get you off

years. Otherwise, I'm going to have to tell the judge to make it rough on you.

You see how it is, Mac?

I'm quite sure that those two alternatives don't appeal to you.

You can include the third one.

But you must choose one of them.

There is one alternative that you've overlooked, Mr. Rafferty.

Excuse me.

Mr. Muldoon.

Mr.

Muldoon, I wish that I... Be careful now, Maverick, because you only have two

wishes left. And make sure that it's not a selfish wish, because once you miss

Arrow, you've found out that selfish wishes are...

Mr. Muldoon. No, what's it be? I wish I never set eyes on you before.

But you said have one wish remaining.

Nevertheless, I wish I never set eyes on you.

Oh.

What?

Well, didn't you say that in the first place?

Mr. Maverick?

Mr. Maverick?

Mr. Maverick? Huh?

Mr. Maverick?

Are you all right, Mr. Maverick?

I mean...

Where's Mr. Muldoon?

Who?

Mr. Muldoon.

Mr. Muldoon?

I don't know him.

Of course you know him. He's the leprechaun that gave us...

During the brawl last night, somebody clobbered you. You've been out cold ever

since.

Rafferty's bottle.

He ought to be here any minute. You can give it back to him. He went to meet his

niece from Ireland, who's coming in on the stage.

Timmy, you tell him an emergency came up. I had to leave town.

Feeling any better, Bart?

Doesn't look kind of pale, don't he?

Yeah.

Oh, Mr.

Maverick, come in, my dear.

This is the lovely gentleman I was talking about. This is my niece,

How do you do, Mr. Maverick?

How do you do? I'm... You're a lovely -looking girl, Katie, but I must warn

that I'm not the marrying kind.

Have you gone daffy -like?

My niece's name is Maureen, and she's been spoken for long since.

The poor fellow had a nasty crack over the head. I'm feeling much better now.

Thank you, Mr. Rafferty.

So, you're already married, is that it? Yes.

Well, things are looking beautiful.

Except for Timmy. Timmy?

What's the matter with Timmy?

I just hate to see a kid grow up all alone like that.

I wish he had a family to look after him.

Mr. Rafferty, your bottle. I dropped it. I was playing with it and it rolled off

the table.

It's all right, boy. Don't get a little thing like that worry your baby head.

My niece's husband has brought along a fresh supply of the old sod.

Indeed he has.

Oh, hold so careful that it must weigh a ton.

I've been told that this sweet lad is an orphan.

Is he now?

It'll be a while before we have a family of our own now, so what do you think?

The same as you do, darling, as usual.

Timmy, we did like to live with us for a while.

You wouldn't have to stay if you don't like it.

Well, I... I... What's become of him, Annis? You two

haven't been introduced.

Mr. Maverick, Mr. O 'Grady.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Have we met before?

You know, your name rings a familiar bell. Have you ever been in the county

Cork?

No. You know, an odd thing happened just now.

It certainly did.

I was referring to the way that Maureen took such a sudden liking to the boy.

Sure, she's always loved children. What's so odd about that?

No, it was the way that it happened.

A moment before you arrived, Mr. Maverick expressed a wish.

that he'd like to see the boy have a family of his own.

And, wish, just look at it. It's an accomplished fact.

Well, just like I've always said, it's the unselfish wish that always works out

for the best.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

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

Campern is his cane.

Smooth as a handle on a gun.

Maverick is the name.

Wild as the wind in Oregon.

Going up a canyon.

Easier to tame.

Riverboat, ring your bell.

Farewell, Annabelle.

Luck is a lady that he loves the best.

That's New Orleans.

Living on Jackson Queens.

Legend of the West.