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Hold it quietly.

Someone's there.

Carl, I've got to prove that Jim Hedges
is alive.

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Brothers.

Sweet and low, wind of the western sea.

She sings for you again, but now she
must rest. Please go.

Please, please.

Well, Jenny, your voice, it rings
tonight, huh?

He was there again, Professor.

Who was where again?

Oh, yeah, Mr.

Maverick. I see him.

We were commencing to think that you
maybe had overslept.

Well, I didn't go to bed at all. As a
matter of fact, I had trouble scraping

the fare.

Good morning, Matt.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I... I think
I'll say good night.

Well, that was a short day.

You'll be so nervous, and I'll try to
smile.

Things sure look...

If no man travels 400 miles out of his
way, it's because he likes the sound of

my voice.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

But if you mean me, I'm not going out of
my way at all.

Then it's just a coincidence that you're
always out front whenever I sing.

Well, not quite. You see, in my
business, which is poker, I have to keep

anyway.

And I've noticed that wherever you sing,
there's always a good crowd and a good

mood.

I see.

You spend so much time in the audience,
how can you do any business?

Oh, ma 'am, when you sing, there just
isn't much poker being played.

Maybe it goes better, Mr. Maverick, if,
where the game is good, we all should

stay a little while.

All of us?

Yeah, I keep telling my Jenny, she
should not all the time be moving

Always moving.

One night she wins the whole town, and
then she throws it away.

Where one is winning, one should stay a
while, not so?

Well, sometimes it's better to quit
before you win too much.

That way you don't wear out your
welcome.

So, I spend what's left of my life
inside a coach and horse.

much love can leave

why my heart...

Professor Vigali has come in yet? No,
sir.

Night.

604, please.

This came for you by telegraph, Mr.
Maverick.

Mr. Maverick, Miss Hill has asked me to
express her thanks to you for the roses.

Tell Miss Hill I broke even last night
in Crystal City and I just had to share

my good fortune with someone.

Of course.

Good night.

Come in.

Hello, Professor.

We missed you tonight.

How was it? Good, eh?

Always good. Even brilliant.

Tomorrow night, by lottery, we sell the
tickets.

Not tomorrow night, Professor.

Listen to me, Jenny. They will make a
contract for two weeks.

One -third of the total receipts. And
guaranteed $200 a night, eh?

I can't do it, Professor.

Jenny.

I'm sorry, but this is the way it has to
be. Now you knew it from the start.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I knew.

I can build a pinnacle of fame for you.
And you have no desire for that?

Professor, I'm Jenny Hill.

I'm a saloon singer. I'm not Jenny Lind.

Even so?

Must you always be moving? Why always
moving?

It's no mystery. Maybe I'm just
restless. But it's what I want.

Well then, Jenny.

Tonight, I took supper with Lotta
Franklin.

She is pretty and she sings.

A miniature she wants.

Yeah, it's me she wants.

Well, then, if Miss Franklin has made
you an offer you like, please,

take it.

Jenny, she sings. It is no more than
that.

She is half what you are. Oh, less than
half.

Tomorrow afternoon, I'm taking the
riverboat to Kansas City.

If you want to be with me, then I want
you.

I will not do it.

No, I will not.

Not a Franklin.

I will accept her.

She will obey the old professor.

And I will make her great.

So great.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Maybe you are a sweet, shy, simple
-hearted boy with stars in your eyes.

But I've run across a few of those and
you're hardly the type.

Do you really think I'd have to be
simple to be honest with you?

The reason you gave. The crowds, the
poker games.

That wasn't honest, was it?

The crowds don't follow me when I leave,
but you do.

I want to know why.

And I want to know why you're afraid of
me.

I'm not afraid of you.

Then let me put it this way.

Good night, Jenny.

Please let me know.

Is there something I don't know, Jenny?

Is there somebody else, a husband maybe?

No, there isn't.

But I'm a widow.

No obstacle there.

My husband's only been dead for six
months and I have a son.

His son.

I'm afraid it isn't so easy for me to
forget.

Wondered what you were running from.

You think if you keep moving that you
won't have time to remember?

I don't know.

Maybe that's it.

You'll have to stop somewhere and face
it, Jenny.

He's dead and you're alive.

Oh, so?

But I'm not sure I'm ready to face it
yet.

Good night, Fred.

Wait, Jenny.

You ready to go to your cabin, Jenny?
I'll walk you to the door.

I hope we haven't been keeping you up,
Carl.

Not at all.

Good night, Mr. Maverick.

Mr. Maverick?

Not since we docked here in
Martha'sville. He got off.

What? And he didn't get on again?

Oh, no.

I've been on deck all the time.

Well, I thought you'd be happy to get
rid of him.

Isn't that what you wanted?

Well, I suppose so.

But somehow I didn't think it would
happen.

Not now, anyway.

Gentlemen of the jury, Mike McComb here
stands accused of the murder of three

men.

Now, the prosecution wants to make sure
that we all understand the defendant's

version of what happened.

Mr. McComb, you testified that the
driver stopped the stagecoach to pick up

man on foot.

And you say that both he and the shotgun
guard recognized this man and called

him by name Jim Hedges.

That's what I said.

Why did you get out of the coach?

Because I wanted to say hello to him. I
hadn't seen Jim in more than a year.

When I climbed down, he pulled his gun.

That's when the two masked men showed
up. Have I got that right?

Yes, sir.

The other passenger tried to go for his
gun, and one of the men killed him.

Jim yelled for me to stand still, and I
stood still.

And then what happened?

Well... The masked men shot and killed
the driver and the shotgun guard.

But they left you alive.

The only witness to three cold -blooded
murders.

But I told you, Jim and me used to be
friends.

Besides, I wasn't trying to be no hero.

How fortunate for you, Mr. McCormick.

And then what happened?

Well, Jim shot the lock off the strong
box and all three of them fell to

cussing. Seems there wasn't any cash or
any letter papers and such.

As far as I know, they didn't get the
thing.

And after they were gone, you put the
three bodies in the stagecoach and drove

it 15 miles into town.

Why, Mr. McComb?

Well, it paid me full fare.

You wouldn't want me to walk, would you?

Gentlemen.

In simple words, Mike McComb's whole
defense rests on his claim that Jim

engineered that robbery three weeks ago.

Mr. McComb, I'd like you to look at the
man in this picture and tell me whether

or not you'd like to change your story.

Sure, I'd like to change it.

I wouldn't want to change it, too.

Who is the man in this picture?

It's Jim Hedges.

Gentlemen.

According to the records of the
stagecoach company here in question, Jim

was employed as a guard in their depot
in Wentzburg when that depot was robbed

and burned to the ground six months ago.

Now, you see why this death certificate
that Jim Hedges was killed at that time

and has been resting in his grave in
Wentzburg ever since.

Prosecution rests, Your Honor.

Guilty. Can you imagine me guilty?

Well, it's not hard to imagine, believe
me.

You're about the guiltiest looking
innocent person I've ever seen.

I'd like to know who the fellow was who
says honesty is the best policy.

I don't know, but I think it depends on
how long the policy's been in effect.

You don't look like the world's worst
liar till you try telling the truth.

Then why didn't you tell me that before
I tried it?

Well, how was I to know? Never heard you
try it before.

How long do you think I've got, Brett?

I mean, after that... A lawyer of mine,
if you'll pardon the expression, files

his appeal.

It's as long as it takes to review your
case.

And you're still no closer to finding
Jim Hedges than you were before, huh?

No, but I'm not the only one that's
looking for him.

You mean his widow knows he's alive,
too?

Well, I'm not sure she knows.

I think it's more hope than anything
else.

The way she keeps going from town to
town, if he is alive, she's making it

easy for him to find her.

Ah, she must know, and that's what we
need.

Somebody to prove that he's a liar and
that I met a liar.

I think proving he's alive will be
sufficient.

But you know, Mike, I don't think she's
seen him since he took that job in

Wentzburg.

I think she believed he was dead till
she started this singing tour about a

month ago.

Then he must have gotten in touch with
her.

Or something happened to give her hope.

There's something you're not telling me,
Bridge.

Like what?

But when you talk about her, I can see
you don't like what you're doing.

Oh, it's not that, Mike.

If her husband weren't alive, I think
I'd have to consider falling in love

him.

But she's hoping he is alive, so that's
your only hope, too.

Whatever I feel about her doesn't
matter.

Oh, fine.

Well, if he ain't alive, do come to me
hanging.

I'll give you me gold to watch for a
wedding present.

Well, that's a real nice thought, Mike.

It's way down deep.

I'm sentimental.

If a body meet a body coming through the
eye

If a body kiss a body meet a body

cry

Lassie has her laddie None they say have
I

Yet all the lad they smile at me When

coming through

My name is Maverick. I was looking for a
kind of shy young widow.

Oh, it's a surprise to find you here.
And surprises foster me.

If you're trying to explain why you
kissed me, you don't have to.

Unless you're explaining it to yourself.

I suppose that's what I've been doing.

Silly of me.

But why did you get off the boat without
a word?

Oh, I had something to do in
Martha'sville.

But what?

You've hardly been out of my sight for
weeks. Jenny, I haven't asked you any

questions.

Maybe you'd like to try again.

Over dinner?

All right. It'll only take me a minute
to change.

You might tell Carl if you see him.

I see him.

Carl, I'll be having dinner with Mr.
Maverick.

All right, Jenny.

Jenny missed you, Mr. Maverick. I can't
imagine why.

Oh, I think I can. I think you remind
her of her husband.

Her late husband.

Yes, of course, but it's hard for me to
think of him that way.

It's been hard for Jenny, too.

Well, he was a very vital person.

He gambled, too. He had a charming way
of shunning responsibility.

You've been with Jenny a long time,
haven't you?

Yes, I was her accompanist before she
was married.

She gave up her singing to settle down
with him, only he never settled down.

You didn't like him much, did you?

Well, it's difficult not to like the
man.

The point is that Jenny loved him.

She accepted him.

She... She accepts a great many things.

Yeah, I wasn't much more than a minute,
was I?

Jenny, your timing was perfect.

You still planning to leave in the
morning, Jenny? Oh, yes.

Well, I'll have your trunk taken to the
dock.

Good night.

I'm beginning to wonder if he'll ever
come.

Carl, I hope you don't think I've been
waiting for him.

I'm sorry.

The moonlight on the water tonight is so
lovely that I'm not a bit sleepy.

Well, I'm afraid it has just the
opposite effect on me.

Jenny, I wonder if you'd mind very much
being left alone.

Well, not at all, Carl. Don't worry
about me.

Good night.

Good night, Jenny.

I was beginning to wonder if he'd ever
leave.

Hello?

Are you winning tonight?

No, which forces me to bring up a very
unpleasant subject.

What's that?

Work.

Work? I need a job, and you haven't
replaced the professor yet.

You mean that you want to take his
place?

Well, I've got to if I'm going to stay
with you.

Following you around is costing me a
fortune.

But why, Brett?

Why what?

Why have you been following me?

Jenny, we've covered that, remember?

What do you know about managing a
singer? Not a thing.

So I'm exactly what you need. You don't
really want a manager, but you do need

somebody if you plan to go any farther.

Carl is with me.

Carl plays the piano.

You play poker.

I knew you'd see the point.

I'm used to handling other people's
money. I can handle yours.

You do need somebody to talk for you.

Well, I also talk.

Oh, yes, you do, and very well.

And you're right, I do need someone.

How about $30 a week?

Fifty. But up till now, you've been
traveling with me for nothing.

Honey, that was for love. This is
business.

All right.

Forty. Forty -five.

Fifty.

Why does that riverboat have to leave so
early?

And why do we have to leave at all?

Maybe all managers start sounding like
this after the first week, but is there

any reason why we can't stay here a few
more days?

Is that what you want, Professor?

I want what you want.

But what you need is rest.

What are you looking for, Jenny?

I think I've stopped looking, Brett.

You mean that?

I've just about decided that... What
I've been looking for doesn't exist.

And what was there?

Never mind.

But if you want me to stay, I'll stay.

Are you sure about this?

As sure as I'll ever be, I guess.

Good night.

Don't light that lamp.

Close the door and sit down.

We got some waiting to do.

Am I permitted the usual questions? Who
are you? What do you want?

I've come here to give you a message
from Jim.

Jim? Where is he?

Ma 'am, I can't tell you that.

What's he done?

Why does he let me think he's dead?

You mean you really don't know?

Oh, tell me.

Well, ma 'am, the law don't look for no
man who's dead and buried.

Why should the law want to look for him
at all?

Well, ma 'am, when we hit that
stagecoach depot in Wentzburg, Jim was

there. He was our inside man.

Well, one of our boys was killed, so Jim
put his watch and his ring on the dead

man's body so they'd think it was him
after the fire.

You still haven't told me why.

Well, I guess he figured it'd be easier
if he didn't have to answer no

questions.

I see.

What does he want from me now?

Well, Jim needs some money. He needs it
real bad.

Now, he figures you're doing so good,
you'd have some cash to spare.

Now, like I said, he needs it.

Then why doesn't he come to me himself?

I spent most of what I earned on travel,
on publicity, so he'd always know where

to find me. Ma 'am, Jim's got to stay
where he's at.

Everybody knows you and him was man and
wife. How's it going to look if he comes

calling? Then I'll go to him.

I'm sorry, ma 'am. That's out of the
question. He can't take that risk.

He's just got to stay dead for a spell.

How do I know he isn't dead?

If you robbed that place, if you saw him
killed, this could be a scheme to get

money out of me.

Yeah, it could be that way.

But it ain't.

Well, then take me to him.

Ma 'am, Jim laid it out awful flat.

He just can't take the chance.

I can't just give money to you or anyone
who comes here and tells me that Jim

sent him.

All right, ma 'am. I'll tell him.

My next stop is St. Joseph.

I'm leaving tomorrow. I'll be very easy
to find. I better tell you, though, I

don't think he'll come. Much as he wants
to see you, I don't think he'll come.

Please.

If Jim is alive, he has a son he hasn't
seen for a year.

I've got to talk to him.

Now, if he'll come to me himself, I'll
give him the money.

Will you tell him that?

All right, ma 'am.

Would you see if there's anybody out in
that hall?

No,

it's just between the three of us.

We brought you a message, Mr. Maverick.

You see, we had a real good friend, Jim
Hedges.

He died about six months ago.

Now, the message we got for you is you
stay away from his widow.

Yeah, we're kind of old -fashioned.

You see, we sort of figured that a widow
woman ought to have at least a year of

mourning.

Well, you boys got the wrong idea.

See, I happen to work for Miss Hill. I'm
her manager.

Oh, we know all about that.

You was her manager.

You just quit.

That's the rest of the message.

You, uh, you won't forget it, will you?

Not if I can help it.

Well, if you need any help, we'll be
back.

Mr.

Maverick?

Can you hear me?

Yeah, yeah, I hear you.

What happened here?

I cut myself shaving.

Now help me up. Is it all right?

Yeah, sure. It's just great.

Help me up.

Some days it just doesn't pay to get up
at all.

Who did it?

Some friends of a friend.

What a cheap hotel. This mirror makes me
look all lumpy.

Jenny's gone for bandages.

You told her?

Of course, when I came in and found you
like that.

Wouldn't it have been neater just to
keep it between the two of us?

Neater? I don't understand.

You don't?

No,

I guess you don't.

See, you don't think I had anything to
do with this.

Brett?

Uh, Carl, shouldn't you be taking
Jenny's trunk to the depot or the dock

somewhere?

Oh, yes, the trunk.

Well,

Jenny, I got a message from your
husband.

What?

Two of his friends were kind enough to
deliver it for him.

Seems they want to protect his interest
in you.

What did they say?

Well, it's not what they said. It's the
way they said it.

They sort of felt that Jim, rest his
soul, wouldn't approve of me.

Or is there some other explanation?

Jenny, are you sure your husband's dead?

No, Brett, I'm not.

It's Jim I've been looking for all
along.

But you said you were ready to stop
looking.

I was till this happened.

I was ready to tell myself he was really
dead. I was ready to give up.

Maybe that's what I wanted to believe.

Well, why didn't you believe it in the
first place?

Everyone else did.

Jim and I were married with only a
wedding band.

But he always said that someday he'd buy
me an engagement ring.

Five weeks ago, this came in the mail.

Just this? No letter?

Just the ring.

But then I had to find out. I had to
know if I still had a husband.

If my son still had a father.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

If he were alive, I knew he must be in
some terrible kind of trouble.

Afraid to come to me.

And I was afraid, too.

Afraid someone might try to get to him
through me.

Someone like me?

That's what I thought at first, but I
don't know.

But this is the end of it, Brad.

What do you mean?

I don't know how you felt, but I was
falling in love with you.

I can't let that happen now.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

Because I can't let you do this.

Brad, if anything ever happened to you,
I'd never forgive myself.

Jenny.

Since I'm breaking a very important rule
of mine, which is to be cowardly at all

costs, please remember, if anything
happens to me, it's my own stupid fault.

Some Sunday morning.

is going to be some sunday morning

for someone and me bells

will be chiming an old melody

You looking for the exit?

No, I'm looking for the door I came in
by. Well, that's it.

You see, it works two ways.

From the outside, it's an entrance, and
from the inside, it's an exit.

Well, what do you know? They got
everything up to date around here.

Jenny?

Oh, Brett, come in.

Something's wrong. What is it?

I don't know.

Brett, he's alive.

I'm sure of it this time. What's
happened?

I've had word from him, and this time I
know he sent it. Where is it?

It wasn't written down. What did he say?

I can't tell you that.

You have to.

There's only one thing I have to do now
that I'm sure.

Don't make me say it.

You don't love him, Jenny.

I did, and I'm married to him.

Jenny, you have to tell me what that
message was.

What do you mean?

I wish you hadn't been so honest with
me. It'd make it easier.

Easier? To tell you why I've come this
far and why I can't stop here.

What are you saying?

Your first guess was right, Jenny.

I was using you to get to him.

That's how it began.

And I believe what you told me.

I had to make you believe me.

But why?

What does Jim mean to you?

More and more every day.

You see, he and two other men robbed a
stagecoach about a month ago. There were

three people killed.

There was one passenger left alive.

He was a friend of mine.

He knew Jim.

Now, they're going to hang him because
he said Jim was there. And Jim's dead.

I've got to prove he's alive.

That's all I ever meant to you.

You know better than that.

And now you're asking me to help you?

I guess I am.

He's a thief, Jenny. Maybe a killer.

Well, whatever he is, it's my fault.

When Jim and I were married, I expected
to go on living as well as I had on my

own.

When he couldn't provide the money we
needed, I used my own.

Without ever... thinking what that would
do to him.

But he was too much in love with me to
take that.

So if he's a thief, I made him one. Did
you make him a killer, too? I don't

believe that.

If he was a killer, your friend wouldn't
be alive.

He won't be for long.

Then let me do what I have to.

After that, I'll testify for your
friend. I'll tell him Jim's alive.

you need.

I could have bought a dozen witnesses
who would tell him that.

Well, you won't get him.

Not with my help.

I think you'd better leave. I have a
performance to give. Time I got ready.

Hey! You're not the fellow I thought you
was going to be.

No, but I'm the one who told the
bartender to send you out here.

Don't I know you from someplace?

Oh, yes.

You're the fellow over there in that
place.

That's right.

We have a mutual friend.

Ah, the lady you went calling on
tonight?

Oh, Harry, you mean the fellow in the
sink.

That's right, Jenny Hill.

You took a message to her.

Message? Yeah, Miss Hill forgot part of
the message. She wanted to hear it

again, so if you'll tell me, I'll tell
her.

Oh, well, a fella just wanted to sing a
special song tonight.

What song?

Sweet Betsy from Pike.

What's wrong with that?

He gave you money to go backstage and
ask for Sweet Betsy from Pike?

Well, he... money.

You see, I've been dogging your trail
all over town tonight through every

saloon, and the bartenders tell me you
must have come in for some money.

Well, it looks like you've come in this
morning.

I have?

As soon as you tell me the message.

Oh, I couldn't do that, you see. It was
wrote down and put in an envelope, and I

don't know what it said.

You lie to me once more and I get mean.

Well, that fellow said he'd kill me if I
told anyone but her.

Yes, but he isn't here and I am, and
I'll kill you if you don't.

I liked it better when you talked about
the money.

Take it.

At least you won't die broke.

He said to tell her, no one else but me
could have sent you that ring.

Not me, him.

What else?

After the show, Walt...

north on a main street, and you will be
met.

Or what does it sound?

Never mind. You did just fine.

That's far enough.

I didn't believe it when she told me you
might try to follow her.

Well, you should have.

And I'm still going to, so don't try to
stop me.

Why are you doing it?

A lot of reasons. For one, a man's life
depends on it.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Carl, you're just not the type to shoot
a man in the back.

I'm so sure of that, I think I'll just
be running along.

Don't move.

You'd be right if this was for myself,
but it's for Jenny, and that makes you

wrong.

She's on her way to meet her husband.

That's what she wants.

That's what I want.

All right, there's no point in standing
around here in the dark.

Let's go.

I haven't had my supper.

The gun will be under my coat, aimed at
your back.

It's all right, man. Just follow us.

Tim. Jenny, Jenny.

Can you forgive me? Oh, Jim, how could
you do it? How could you let me think

were dead?

I don't know.

First, I thought I was doing it for you.

For me?

I brought you nothing but grief, Jenny.

That holdup in Wentzburg?

I was in on that.

The agent killed one of my friends, and
somebody else killed the agent.

I stood there looking at my friend and
thinking, that could have been me.

And you'd be better off if it was.

I knew you'd never divorce me, so... I
thought, this is my chance to do

something for Jenny.

So I planted my stuff on the body. We
set fire to the place.

I thought that'd be the end of it,
only... I wasn't strong enough to go on

without you.

I had to see you again.

Just once, anyway.

Hold it quiet, please.

Carl, I've got to prove that Jim Hedges
is alive.

I'll never forgive you for this.

Carl's hurt. See what you can do for
him.

No, wait, Jenny.

Carl came here with him. He didn't come
here with me.

He was trying to stop me. Brett, please,
give Jim a few days to get out of the

country. Just a few days.

Please. I'll go back with you.

See what you can do for Carl.

I won't take you in alive.

You let me do it.

If you ever thought anything of Jenny,
give me a break.

I never killed a man in my life.

He tried to use a gun, Jim.

Jenny.

It all worked out rather well for you,
didn't it, Brett?

My friend's been released, if that's
what you mean. I just got the telegram.

Congratulations.

Your husband did try to use that gun.

I wanted him alive. You've got to
believe that.

Wouldn't change anything.

You used me to get to Jim.

Do you think I could ever forgive myself
or you for that? Yes, you can.

You killed him.

We'd never be able to forget it. We
could try.

Would you change your name?

It's been in the papers here.

It'll be in the ones back home.

My son will know it and hate it.

But that isn't really it. Together, we'd
never be able to forget him. And I've

got to forget him.

So I'll have to forget you too, Brett.

Goodbye.

Stay with her, Carl.

I always have.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Riding the trail to who knows where.

Luck is his companion.

Camper is his game.

Smooth as a handle on a gun.

Maverick is the name.

Wild as a wind in Oregon.

Blowing up a canyon.

Easier to tame.

Riverboat, ring your bell.

He loves the best.

That's New Orleans.

Living on Jackson Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Ring your bell.

Farewell Annabelle. Luck is the lady
that he loves the best.

That's New Orleans.

Living on Jackson Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.