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That's far enough.

Don't move.

What do you want?

To see you dead.

Here's how it's going to look,
gentlemen.

You got into an argument, drew your
guns, and it was a tie.

You both lost.

At least in Spain.

Coleman knows the whole story. You kill
us and you'll hang.

A Warner Brothers television production.

I'll be fried for bacon.

Mr. Maverick.

Small world, eh?

That's my complaint exactly, Smiley.

How are things in St. Louis?

Warm. Very warm.

You talking about the weather?

What are you doing in...

Spearhead? I'm just stopping long enough
to get a hot bat and some food, and I

don't want to know why you're here. Now.
What kind of talk is that from an old

friend? I'm just passing through, headed
for Abilene.

Kind of a pleasure trip.

You just talking? I want something.

Oats and a rubdown. Go easy on the
water. We don't want foundered horses.

Mister, I was taking care of horses when
you were still wearing dighties.

Let you and me hunt up the town cafe.

Locard foots the bill.

be moving on.

Anybody in Abilene you'd like me to say
howdy to?

I'd just as soon you wouldn't, Smiley. I
might want to get there myself one day.

That's what I like about you, Maverick.

Anything for a laugh.

Well, so long.

Yeah, I'll be seeing you, Smiley.

Delivery. A horse, please. Yes, sir.

Here you are, sir.

Watered and rubbed down.

Thank you. Yes, sir.

Put away your gun, young fella. You
won't need it now.

Who is he?

The only name I ever heard him called
was Smiley.

He was fixing to put a bullet in your
back.

Why Smiley?

Why me?

Sorry, pal.

Nothing personal.

Had a job to do and spearhead.

Couldn't risk it.

Coming back and... Smiley's a
professional killer.

And he was after somebody in Spearhead.

Who hired you?

Come on, who hired you?

Gotta rule, Sheriff.

Never talk to sheriffs.

Smiley, this is me, Maverick.

Now, who are you after?

Tell me, who hired you?

Get... Get... Blauvelt.

Get Blauvelt?

Tom Blauvelt.

It figures.

Let's get him back to town.

You don't need me, Sheriff. I'm just an
innocent bystander.

Well, we'll talk about that at my
office.

I was afraid of that.

It's funny, even dying, he can't wipe
that smile off his face.

It seemed to me that he was acting like
a man who was up to something.

Sneaky -like.

So I just trailed him.

That point's fine, Sheriff.

Don't think I'm not grateful.

Why'd you have to bring me back here?

I can't figure out. It's why he went out
after you at all. With you out of town,

he was in no trouble.

I'd kill his can't afford to take even
the smallest chance.

Smiley was probably afraid my conscience
would make me come back here and warn

the local law.

Where'd you know him from?

Gambling Hall in St. Louis.

Place called Kelly's.

Yeah, I've heard about Kelly's. Hang out
for a gunman.

Yeah.

You know, Mr. Maverick, I'm beginning to
wonder about you.

Maybe you're not such a good moral risk
yourself.

You know, you're right, Sheriff.

And if I were you, I'd run me out of
town right now. Not so fast, Maverick.

I've got plans for you.

Got a little problem here in Spearhead.
I'm going to try and straighten it out

before... Oh, that'll be Ez Gooch.

Ez Gooch?

Ezra Gooch, the undertaker.

Johnson boy said you wanted to see me.
The one time I didn't want you liquored

up. I resent that.

I'm reasonably sober.

All right, Ezra. Now listen to me.

There's a dead man out beside the
cemetery tool shack.

I want him buried. I want him buried
right now. And I want you to keep your

mouth shut about it. Now, is that clear?

You say so, Lou. I wouldn't want to get
in any trouble with you.

Then get started.

I've been the law here in Spearhead for
eight years, Mr. Maverick.

That's eight years of no trouble because
I make a point of stopping trouble

before it gets started.

Now, we got two big saloons here in
Spearhead.

Golden Eagle, Tom Blauvel's place, and
the Spearhead, which was opened up about

three months ago by a man named Cleet
Spain.

There's just one hitch.

There isn't business enough for both of
them.

Cleet Spain?

Who ever hung a name like that on them?

Oh, he comes by it honest enough. His
mother was Irish and his father was a

Spanish grandee. So you figure that he
or Blauvelt sent for Smiley to get rid

the competition.

Smiley said Blauvelt, and it figures.

Tom's a hothead, got a family to
support, and he's not as well -fixed as

Spain. Been losing money hand over fist,
too, thanks to some fancy tricks that

Spain's been pulling on him to hurt his
business.

What kind of tricks, Sheriff?

You'll find that out when you go to work
for Tom Blauvelt.

When I go to work for Blauvelt?

Maverick. You told me your business was
cards.

Every dealer that Tom hires either ends
up working for Spain or leaves town

suddenly. He'd be glad to hire you.

Well, that's fine, but maybe you'd like
to hear how I feel about that.

You owe me something, Maverick.

Your life.

You were just doing exactly what your
job calls for, Sheriff. I don't owe you

thing.

Maybe I'm wrong about the whole thing.

Maybe you and Smiley came to town to rob
the bank.

Only you got cold feet.

Tried to leave, and Smiley went out
after you.

Oh, well, Sheriff, that's nonsense. Of
course, it can't be positive.

I would have to lock you up, make sure
you weren't wanted somewhere else.

Hadn't ought to take more than a month
or two to find that out.

Oh.

Oh, my apologies, Sheriff.

I can see that you're the kind of a man
who upholds the law, even if he has to

bend it a little.

Kind of a funny way to put it, Maverick,
but you got the idea.

Yeah.

Now, what do you want me to do?

I already told you what to do.

You talk Tom into hiring you, and the
first chance you get, tell him that

the man he sent for.

What then?

When he gives you the word to kill
Spain, you let me know. I'll take it

there. Oh, just one more thing.

As far as the town's concerned, we're
strangers.

Well, I can see I'd better get a good
night's sleep.

I'm going to need the rest.

Working for Tom will have its good
points.

He pays his help top dollar, and his
wife's got a mighty pretty sister.

What do they call you for short Cupid?

Better take the back way.

Oh Yeah strangers

Morning

Sheriff

Who was that, Lou?

I don't know, Mrs. Payne. He rode into
town yesterday.

And rode right out again, I thought.

Must have changed his mind.

Now, why didn't I think of that?

Looked like a professional gambler to
me.

You're the man who ought to know.

Thanks.

Blauvelt?

I'm Tom Blauvelt.

I'm Bart Maverick.

Bart Maverick? That supposed to mean
something to me?

I thought Kelly might have mentioned me.

Kelly?

I know three men named Kelly. One here
in town.

This one runs a place in St. Louis.

Never been to St. Louis.

What's on your mind?

I thought you might be needing a
houseman.

I play a reasonable game of poker, and
I've handled a croupier's side of a

roulette table.

Let's talk about poker.

How are you at dealing the right hand at
the wrong time?

The wrong time for who?

Oh, I can cheat at cards, Mr. Blauvelt,
but not for a living.

It's been nice meeting you.

Maverick.

Twenty -five a week and two percent.

You're allowed a thousand dollar loss
your first month.

After that, well, we'll see if you're
still here.

Deal?

Yeah, that's a deal.

I'm sorry if I'm interrupting, but
didn't we have something planned for

afternoon? Oh, I'm afraid we'll have to
postpone it, dear.

Mr. Maverick.

My wife.

Pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Blauvelt.

Mr. Maverick's from St. Louis, dear.

He's going to work for me.

How nice.

I suppose you realize this is the third
time this week you've broken your

promise to me.

Greta, please.

Excuse me, Mr. Blauvelt. Just one more
question. I'll be on my way. When do I

start work?

Eight tonight.

I'll be here.

Pleasure meeting you, ma 'am.

Just how well do you know this man, Tom?

I don't know him at all.

He asked for a job at the tables, and I
need a man.

If he doesn't know his business, I'll
fire him.

And if he does, Cleet Spain will
probably hire him away from you.

Do I know you?

You do now.

My name is Bart Maverick.

Well, good morning, Mr. Maverick. I'm
Constance Malone.

Good morning, Miss Malone.

The least you could do is pick up my
packages.

The very least.

No more bets.

25 red.

All right.

There you are.

Place your bets, gentlemen.

Business always this good?

Only on Saturday nights.

The rest of the week I don't even make
expenses.

At least not since Cleet's Bane opened
the Spearhead house three months ago.

Cleet's Bane.

So you'll be seeing him. He's a tall,
dark, slender fella.

Slick as a greased pig on ice.

Fancies himself as a ladies' man.

And I guess he's right.

Half the women in town pant after him.

Not just the single ones, either.

There's just not enough business in this
town for the two of us.

I tried to tell him so, but he's a real
bullhead.

Gave me that smart aleck grin of his.

Said if the going got too tough, I could
always sell out.

To him.

Might be your best bet.

I'll see him dead first.

He's pulled every trick in the book. Cut
prices on drinks. Ran in a crooked

dealer on me to give my place a bad
name. Even hired some of my best boys

from me.

I'm still here. And I'm going to stay
here.

I have to go to his funeral to do it.

Who's the bookkeeper down there?

Number 34 Red.

Even.

That's Malcolm Quint.

Teller at the bank.

He's been hanging on that same wheel for
nearly three months now.

Working on a system, he calls it.

Wouldn't do him any good if he did.

What the bank pays him?

Well, he couldn't afford to match
pennies.

I don't see how you can bear it. Out
there in front of those men every night

dressed like that.

I'd be ashamed to death.

It's not as though you had to do it.

I'm sure Tom hates it as much as I do.

Well, I have to do something useful,
darling.

After all, if my very sweet and very
handsome brother -in -law is willing to

support me...

The least I can do is sing for my
supper. You were supposed to come out

a visit, not to spend your life singing
in a saloon.

With the schooling you've had, you could
have stayed in the East, made something

of yourself, the way Papa intended.

Then Papa shouldn't have died.

You know, this Mr. Maverick that Tom
hired, he's very handsome.

I'd like to impress him properly.

Don't lie to me anymore, Connie.

It's not Mr.

Maverick you're trying to impress.

It's Tom.

Well, now, this is something new, isn't
it, sister mine?

Do, go on. Well, it's always been Tom,
even before we were married.

That's why you came out here and why you
stay.

But you're wasting your time.

He doesn't even like you.

He's in love with me, and he'll stay in
love with me till the day he dies.

Who's gonna walk me home tonight?

Home tonight.

Treat me right.

Who's gonna walk me home tonight?

There's a wonderful moon.

I'm a very cautious maiden.

And I hate to lose my way.

With a great big man beside me, I can
never go astray.

Who's gonna take me to my door Say
goodnight, nothing more

That's why I say what I said before
Who's gonna walk me home

Who's gonna walk me home tonight Home
tonight, treat me

right Who's gonna walk me home tonight
There's a wonderful moon

Very cautious maiden, and I hate to lose
my way.

With a great big man beside me, I can
never go astray.

Who's gonna take me to my door?

Say goodnight, nothing more.

That's why I say... Not bad for a dump
like this.

Who's gonna walk me home...

Walk me home.

The fun's over.

Drinks are on the house.

This town needs a sheriff who works
nights.

Sheriff Coleman's riding shotgun on the
gold shipment. Won't be back till

morning. Well, that sounds like a real
coincidence.

I got another word for it, Maverick.

Cleet Spain put those four up to this.
Not that I'll ever be able to prove it.

You're handy to have around, Maverick.

This man you mentioned. Kelly, looks
like I owe him a vote of thanks.

What's the matter with you?

It's the last time, Cleet.

The only reason I came today was to tell
you.

Don't talk like that, honey. I love you.
You know I do.

And to prove it, you make me sneak out
to meet you?

When I love a man, Cleet, I expect him
to be proud of it, not try to hide it

from everybody like it was something to
be ashamed of.

Do you think I like it?

There's a reason, Connie, a good reason.

I'll tell you about it someday, but I
can't now.

Well, don't expect me to wait, huh?

You'll wait.

You'll wait because I'm the only man in
the world for you, Connie Malone, and

you know it.

Trust me a little longer.

A week, two at the most.

How do I look, Mr. Bones?

Too good for the customers.

Would you care to suggest anyone,
particularly?

Take your pick.

The field's wide open.

You know, I might shock you if I told
you who I had in mind.

Too bad I don't have more sisters.

You've no reason to say that to me,
Greta.

You're my wife.

There's never been anyone else.

Don't bother lying to me.

Tell me, why did you ever marry me
anyway?

To be near Connie?

I married you because I loved you.

And I don't want to stop loving you.

Can't you understand that?

What I saw between you two, that's what
I understand.

Oh, it didn't mean a thing, Greta.

Not a thing. Don't tell me about my own
sister.

As long as I can remember every boy I
ever liked, she took away from me. The

same way she's taking you.

I'd like to think you were jealous,
Greta.

I suppose every man wants to believe his
wife feels that way about him.

But with you, it's different.

You're like a child, a child with a toy.

Even though you have no use for it
yourself, you can't stand to have anyone

even touch it.

Place your bets, man. Place your bets.

No more bets.

12 red.

Even.

Place your bets, please.

What's got into him?

First night he's walked out of here this
early.

I need some fresh air.

Now, we can't take chances like this,
Greta.

You realize what would happen if we were
seen together?

You do love me, Cleet. Of course I do.
What's gotten into you? I've never seen

you like this. He's got to die, Cleet.
We're going to kill him. Are you out of

your mind?

They'll hang us. I don't care what
happens. She can't have him, do you

I'd rather die than let him go to my
own.

Now, we're going to talk sense, Greta,
both of us.

What we are to each other, we went into
with our eyes open.

Of course I have no use for Tom
Blauvelt, and he knows it.

But if you think for one minute I'm
going to get mixed up in killing...

not listening to me.

He's going to leave me. Leave me for
Connie, for my own sister.

You're lying.

Connie's not in... You're imagining
things, Greta. You think I'm a fool?

I caught them together. She was kissing
him.

It'll work out, darling.

No one will ever suspect that we had
anything to do with his death.

I've already taken care of that.

You've taken care of that.

What does that mean?

I've sent for someone.

Sent for whom?

A killer. A professional killer.

When? About a month ago.

You had this planned all along? For us,
Cleet. That's why I did it for us.

And how did you go about getting a
killer?

Through a man I know.

In St. Louis.

He's already here, Cleet.

His name is Bart Maverick.

Maverick?

He's working for Tom.

Can you think of a better way to get
close to the man you're supposed to

Has he said anything to you?

Why should he?

He's waiting for me to tell him when I
want it done.

I don't need a killer, Greta.

I'm going to break Tom.

I'm going to take him for every dime
he's got.

And then whatever's between Connie and
him, that'll end it.

Well, what about me?

Well, just because Tom Blauvelt's going
to leave town doesn't mean that you have

to go with him.

Good evening.

What'd you find out?

Not a thing.

Come on, now, you've had five days.

I've dropped Kelly's name at least half
a dozen times, and Blauvelt couldn't be

less interested.

Oh, I've learned a few things, of
course.

You've got a mixed -up woman for a wife,
a sister -in -law who's worth any man's

undivided attention, and a bartender
with his fingers in the till.

But that's all I've learned.

Well, what's he being so cagey about?

Man hires a killer, you'd think he'd
want action.

Tom Blauvelt didn't hire a killer,
Sheriff. You can bet your badge on it.

You heard what Smiley said. Get
Blauvelt.

Yeah, it could go two ways.

I'm afraid we picked the wrong way.

Well, if you're right, that means Spain
sent for the killer.

I never figured he'd go that far.

I don't have the answer for it, Sheriff.

Maybe Smiley lied.

Maybe Blauvelt changed his mind.

Maybe there's something going on around
here that we haven't even thought of.

At any rate, as far as I'm concerned,
I'm ready to leave your fair city right

now.

All I know is that something's going to
happen. I can feel it in my bones.

I'll give it two, maybe three more days.

I got real confidence in you, Maverick.

Don't let anyone ever tell you you're a
good judge of character.

If you're not too busy, Sheriff, why
don't you drop by the Golden Eagle

Why? You're not the only one with
sensitive bones.

Good night.

I want a man, man, man, man, man.

I got a plan, plan, plan, plan, plan.

There's nothing better than, than, than
a good -for -nothing man, man, man.

I want to meet him now, now, now.

And I don't care just how, how, how.

I'll give him all the love I can.

I want a man, man, man, man.

business tom always room for another
customer now that's exactly what i

to hear you've got yourself another
customer me now i feel a real storm

coming on tom when that happens i always
go for the big money and what's your

house limit on uh roulette ten dollars
on the numbers hundred on the colors

you wouldn't care to lift that a little
would you tom say to uh no limit

The Golden Eagle, the customer's always
right.

Mr. Maverick, no house limit for Mr.
Spain.

Suppose we make those $10 black chips
worth 50 apiece. Just to simplify

2 ,000.

In it?

11 Black.

Once again, Mr. Maverick.

Number seven, red.

Thank you.

29 Black. 29 Black.

Place your bets, please.

Hold it.

Number 27.

You rigged that wheel.

Sheriff Coleman, will you be so kind as
to inspect this wheel, please?

Forget it.

Poor Cleet.

Poor Cleet?

Just who were you pulling for?

I'm sorry, Tom.

Well, how much did he drop?

A little over 11 ,000.

Well,

I'll say this for him.

He sure backs his hunches.

It goes a little deeper than that. Spain
thought he had a sure thing.

When a roulette wheel gets a lot of use,
the spindle begins to wear one way or

the other.

Now, if you can guess which way and bet
those numbers, your odds go way up for

you.

But how could Cleet Spain know which...
Oh, not Malcolm Quinn's system.

I think Spain put him up to it.

Earlier this evening, I took the liberty
of switching the wheels.

A little trick an old riverboat gambler
taught me.

Like I said before, Mr. Maverick, you're
a mighty handyman to have around.

But I'm afraid you've made an enemy
tonight.

Yeah. And a friend.

Thanks. My old pappy once said, never
make friends with a man who has no

enemies.

Cleve, how much do I owe you for last
month?

Twelve dollars.

Still for ten?

Twelve.

You're afraid of that.

Oh, you're not supposed to see this.
I've got to give this to the sheriff.

Well, here you are. It's in 1112.

I'll save this for the widow's flowers.
May she rest in peace.

Take it easy, clean old boy.

Oh, Sheriff.

Well, you got something to say, say it.
About this fellow I buried for you.

I told you to be quiet about that.

Now you know you can trust me, Lou. Only
I found out who he is.

Well? His name's Wilbur Drake.

Except his friends call him Smiley. He
comes from St. Louis.

At least he got his mail there.

Place called Kelly's Saloon.

Told you that.

Well, I took this off from him. From a
friend of his in Dodge.

You forget about Drake until I tell you
different.

Oh, I won't say a word, Lou.

Well, how about Maverick?

Well, he was with you that night. He
must know what's going on.

You forget you ever heard about
Maverick, too.

They know all about it. We'll be caught.
It's got to be now.

Coleman is on his way out of town. He
won't be back until late tonight.

But they know, Cleet.

They've known all along I sent for that
killer.

That's where you're wrong.

If they knew that, they would have
sprung the trap before this.

And even if they do know, it's still all
right.

With your husband and Maverick both
dead, Coleman won't be able to prove a

thing. I tell you, it's tight, Greta.
Tight as a drum.

I don't know.

I don't know, Cleet.

If anything goes wrong... Then forget
it.

Let your sister take him so they'll
laugh at you. It's happened before.

All

right.

Give me the note.

I was wondering when you were going to
get around to me, Mrs. Blauvelt.

My time costs money.

You'll be paid, Mr. Maverick.

You bet I'll be paid.

It's going to cost you $2 ,500.

Seems high.

I always charge more when I kill a
friend.

I was beginning to like your husband.

My husband? Tom?

Well, who said anything about him? Don't
fool with me, lady.

Just who do you want killed?

I don't want anybody killed.

Least of all my husband.

You better tell me the rest of the
story.

Someone asked me to send for you.

Someone who couldn't take the chance of
sending for you himself.

Now, that's all I know.

Who is he?

He'll tell you that himself.

He's expecting you in an hour.

Where? At the old Morrison place, three
miles from town.

You wouldn't be trying to set me up,
would you?

Why should I try to trap you?

You say the Morrison place? Yes.

You'll be there?

Yeah, I'll be there.

Goodbye, Mr. Maverick. Goodbye.

Found this on one of the tables, boss.
It's got your name on it.

Tom, for heaven's sake, what's the
matter?

Greta?

I know what it says.

Greta, what's the matter with you? How
could you do it?

Don't play a little Miss Innocent with
me.

You know why there's another man.
Because you took Tom away from me. No!

That isn't true. There's been nothing
between Tom and me. You think I'm blind?

I've seen the way you've looked at him,
threw yourself at him. Oh, will you

please listen to me, for heaven's sake?

Tom is not the reason that I spent my
time here.

It's Cleet Spain.

Honey, I love him. He loves me.

I wanted to tell you all along, but Tom
hates me. We were afraid... No, no,

Connie, no.

No, don't lie to me, please. Not like
that. Honey, I have never lied to you,

in all these years. Oh!

You're looking for Coleman. He's out of
town. Left early this morning.

You have any idea when he'll be back?
Late tonight?

Ten or eleven?

Anything wrong?

Yeah, everything's wrong.

Bart?

You seen Tom?

No, I haven't. Tom!

Where's he going?

The Morrison place. He thinks Greta's
there.

What do you want? Come on, get out of
here quick, Tom. Freeze, both of you.

Now, gentlemen, lift your hands nice and
high.

Mr. Blauvelt, drop your gun.

Now you, Mr. Maverick.

Now dismount, gentlemen, and step over
here.

Where is she Spain?

Where's my wife? Well, she's home where
she belongs.

This is one time. I didn't want her
around inside

That's

far enough don't move

It's been a long time coming, Blauvelt.

I'd rather hate to see it end.

What do you want?

What do I want?

The same thing your wife wants.

To see you dead.

You felt that one, huh?

Was she even sent for a killer to do the
job?

You can't make me believe that.

No.

Tell him, card sharp.

No, not me, Tom.

The man your wife sent for is dead.

You heard that.

Now go ahead and tell me I lied.

Here's how it's going to look,
gentlemen.

You got into an argument, drew your
guns, and it was a tie.

You both lost.

Now listen, Spain, Coleman knows the
whole story. You kill us and you'll

I told you to stay in town.

She told me, Cleet.

Connie told me the truth about you and
her. Get out of here, you fool.

Get out!

Do what he says, Greta.

You kept telling me you loved me.

I believed you, Cleet.

I did everything you wanted me to.
Everything you said.

I don't have anything left, do I?

You never had anything to begin with.

Tell them.

Now, let me know how you're getting
along, Connie.

Of course. Stop worrying.

I'll be fine.

All right, take it away.

All right, boy.

Now, Bart, like I said before...

You're a handyman to have around.

Are you sure you won't change your mind?

I'm afraid not.

I'd just be a reminder of something you
want to forget.

Tom, thanks for everything.

Sheriff? Maverick?

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Riding the trail to who knows where.
Luck is his companion.

Camden is his game.

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

Wild as a wind in Oregon.

Blowing up a canyon.

Easier to tame.

Riverboat, ring your bell.

Fare thee well, Annabelle.

that he loves the best.

Massachusetts, New Orleans, living on
Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Rebel, I'll ring your bell.

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

Massachusetts, New Orleans, living on
Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.