All language subtitles for Maverick S03E24 - The Resurrection of Joe November ENGLISH

Good evening.

- Thought I heard a splash.
- Yeah, I heard it too.

It must be one of those,
uh, porpoises.

A porpoise in the middle
of the Mississippi?

Not very likely.

That was probably
a catfish jumping.

Aha! A catfish!

Now that I think, I remember
I hear a little meow.

A Warner
Bros. television production.

Well. Evening, Mr. Maverick.

Evening, captain.

Ah... pretty night,
ain't it?

Yeah, it's beautiful.

Having a nice time this trip.

We get in to New Orleans
early tomorrow?

Hmm, about noon.

You, uh, have
a nice visit in Natchez?

Great visit.
Ran into $5000.

Hm. Surprised you ain't got
a little poker going here.

Ah, I'm taking
a breather tonight.

I'm glad there isn't
a game on board to tempt me.

Oh, there's a game alright.
In the salon.

Foreign lady, uh, some kind
of a German noble lady.

'She started ventiuna.'

Twenty-one?

It's a lady's game.

Hmph! It's this
lady's game, alright.

'Cause she's bankrupting
the fellas she's playing with.

- Lucky, huh?
- 'Or smart.'

But even if she's cheatin'

it might almost be
a pleasure losin' to her.

She's that pretty.

Even though she is tattooed.

Hit me again, please.

Hm, reckon I'm over.

I'll stand.

'Well, now let me see.'

'You got a ten showing, ma'am.'

'You got 21?'

Oh, well, I declare.

I haven't even looked
at my cards yet.

I'll do so this very minute.

Gentlemen, 21.
I'm afraid I have won again.

How long you gonna stand
there gaping, Maverick

before you even say hello to me?

Oh, well, hello, ma'am.

Now that's the most
distant greeting

I've ever gotten
from any human being.

I bet you don't have
the faintest idea who I am.

But your face
is familiar, of course.

Oh.

Go on, you don't even have
the slightest notion

so don't you pretend.

Of course, it was
over ten years ago

and I was at a school
with Ursuline nuns.

You didn't play the slightest
bit of attention to me.

You and your pappy used
to come to our house.

Your pappy and my pappy
used to play poker and whist..

I just can't stand that
tortured look on your face.

I'm gonna breakdown and tell ya.

I'm Felice de Lasignac, honey.

Oh, Felice, of course. You'll
have to excuse my bad memory.

Well, the last time
I saw you, you had freckles

'and of course
that school uniform'

and you had black hair,
I remember.

Oh, well, my husband
prefers blonds

on account of his nationality.

Go on, darling. This is
my old friend, Bret Maverick.

Bret, this is my husband the
Baron Thor von UndZu Himmelstern

- How do you do?
- We already met on the deck.

Oh, isn't that a coincidence?

Which one?

Well, that you two met already.

It probably means we're all
gonna be big friends.

You're a baroness now.

Isn't that a scream?
And we got this castle..

I better be getting
back to the cards.

Bret, I got a 1000 things
to talk to you about.

Right now, I seem to take in
all these gentlemen's money.

'Twenty-one again.'

I hope that don't
mean I'm unlucky in love.

- Are you faithful to me, Thor?
- Until death.

Oh, I'm sure that's much more
reassuring than it sounds.

Bret, why don't you sit down
and join us for a spell?

Maybe some of my luck
will rub off on you.

Well, it's not exactly my game

but... will sit in
for a hand or two.

'Stand.'

'Pay 19.'

'Stand.'

'Pay 20.'

'Well, I declare, 21 again.'

Are you broke, honey?

I know you're much too honorable

to accept back money
you lost in a fair game.

So I've got a wonderful idea.

Why don't you meet us at
the Absinthe House tomorrow

around 4 o'clock? We can find
some way to make it up to you.

The Absinthe House?

Fine.

Place your bets, gentlemen.

There you are, sir.
Sazerac, specially on the house.

That'll be two bits.

Little strap, sir?

I ran into a pretty girl
yesterday who took me

to the cleaners and didn't even
leave me a laundry mark.

The lady's blessin'.

They do figure out ways
to worm themselves

into a man's bankroll,
don't they?

I don't think we've met, sir.
Willie Saffron.

- Bret Maverick.
- At your service.

In town now for
the Mardi Gras, sir?

Got yourself a gal
to make merry with?

No girl.

Well, it's more fun
if you got a female companion.

I could make you
the loan of mine.

Yeah, I'm gonna be busy
here them nights

and she'll be free.

Yeah, well, thank you very much

but... I wouldn't wanna take
advantage of your generosity.

I don't mind as long as you
don't take advantage of hers.

Ah, meet her anyway.
Bessie.

- Yes, Willie?
- Come over here a minute.

I want you to meet
a lonely friend of mine

Mr. Bret Maverick.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

Sit down.

Now he's broke
and all alone in town.

'Bartender.'

Yes, sir.

Cheer him up.

- Y'all alone?
- Hm.

I'm every bit
as lonesome as you are.

Oh, but you've got Willie.

I ain't got Willie,
Mr. Maverick.

I got a promissory note

called Willie Saffron which
he keeps forgettin' to sign.

How long do you think
people should be engaged

before they get married?

Well, I think that depends..

Well, I've been dependin' on
Willie for the last seven years

without anythin' happenin'.

Every time I ask him

"Please, Willie, let's
set a positive date"

he keeps hemming and hawing.

I mean, he's the best
hem-and-hawer I ever saw.

Instead of saying, "Okay, maybe
Tuesday, like, Wednesday, Thu.."

He keeps puttin' me off
and gives me a hunk of jewelry.

That's pretty generous of him.

Yeah, only he don't even
let me wear it.

Like that?

Yeah, but it's junk.

That's junk?

You ever seen a genuine rock
that size before?

Besides, what else could
he afford with his salary

except 18 carat glass?

I'm just dyin' to wear it.

But he keeps saying don't.

Why won't he let you wear it?

Well, he says it's show off,
and it's not lady-like.

Well, I don't care
if I'm lady-like

All I wanna be is wife-like.

Now is that too much
to ask, Mr. Maverick?

'Mr. Maverick?'

Folks over there
want you to join them.

Said they's friends of yours.

Thank you.

Oh, thanks for cheerin' me up.

I'm glad you're feelin' better.

Mr. Maverick, folks.

Ah, good afternoon,
Bret Maverick.

Sit down, Bret, honey.
Get him some champagne, Thor.

We are havin' a plan
whereby you can get back

all the money
you lost, and more.

Give him the envelope, Thor.

Open it.

That is all your losings
from yesterday.

Well, I couldn't take back money
I lost in a fair game, Felice.

It's supposed to be bad luck.

Well, you're not
gettin' it for nothin'.

We have somethin'
we want you to do for us.

And there's another $5000

waitin' for you
when you get it done.

Interested?

So long as it doesn't
mean robbing a bank.

Oh, no.
Just a grave.

You don't actually
have to rob it.

You just have to get permission
to remove the contents.

The contents?

Well, heavens, honey!

It's in a big bronze casket.
You will never see it.

'Tell him 'bout it, Thor.'

How well do you remember
the Lasignac household?

Well, I was pretty young when
my pappy took me visiting there.

I remember the baroness,
of course, and your father

and Tuan de Lasignac.

He's gone to his glory.

More than ten years ago
in the yellow fever epidemic.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Is that all you remember?

Well, I remember
the couple, the maids.

Oh, yes, there was a majordomo,
he practically ran the estate.

He had an odd name.

Joe November.

Yes, uh, he was a short man.

Oh, no, he was
rather tall, really.

- He had a mustache.
- Oh, clean shaven as a baby.

Well, anyway,
his name was Joe November.

'Yeah.'

Well, this is the man
we wish you to unbury.

He's in that bronze casket
I told you about.

You want me to disinter
Joe November's remains?

Oh, heavens, Bret.

Don't make it sound
so shuddering.

Just go to the chief of police

he gives you a permit,
you take it to the cathedral

and they just give you Joe.

What about the diggers?

Oh, digging
will not be necessary.

He's in the family tomb
which is above ground.

Oh, what-what do I do
with him when I get him?

We sail for Europe in six days.

So you bring the casket to
our ship to Die Grafen Bismarck.

Then we give you
the other $5000.

Sounds simple.

Why don't you do it yourself?

Oh, no.
No, I could not.

It's the Franco-Prussian War,
honey.

It's so recent, and the French
speaking people in New Orleans

they just hate Germans.

Which poor Thor happens
to be, if you've noticed.

Yes, I noticed.
Oh, why don't you do it?

Oh, Bret honey

you suggestin' anything so
morbid as my going through

all that terrible business
of getting the permit

and having poor Joe's remains
removed from the cemetery?

But $10,000?

Well, we're not exactly
paupers, Bret.

Of course, if you think that's a
kind of job a woman should do..

Oh, no, no.
It's not a job for a woman.

Well, why do you want Joe?

Oh, to have him near us.

When my pappy died, Joe
was like another father to me.

I regarded him
as a member of my family.

I insist we want him
restored at our own mausoleum

where it will be a comfort to
her to have him close at hand.

That's a very pretty sentiment.
Does you justice.

Then you'll do it?

Well, to the chief of police
for the permit

the cathedral for Joe,
and then to the boat?

Easy.

Oh, how can I get in touch
with you when I have to?

At the Saint Charles Hotel.

I'll let you know how things go.

He'll do it.

He had better.

'I'm leaving
you, Willie Saffron.'

'I'm sick of your
empty promises.'

All I ever asked you for
was one tiny, little diamond.

A real diamond
on my left hand third finger.

Now, honey..

You've taken the best days
of my life, Willie Saffron.

And what've you
given me in return?

Junk!

Happens twice a week.
She'll be back tomorrow.

Well, the course
of true love as they say.

She's a litter, ain't she?

I sure do like me
woman with spirit.

Speaking of spears,
Mr. Maverick

how'd you like to have
a drink on the house?

Well, thank you.
Brandy.

There you are, sir.

Only a real
diamond would do that.

Oh, no. Ring didn't
make that scratch.

It happened last Saturday night.

We had us a real
rowdy-dowdy here.

A lady was chasing her gentleman
friend with a hatpin.

She scarred up the bar.

Drink up, sir.
Drink right up.

Joe November.
Friend of yours?

W-we've met.

I'm doing this for a girl.

Well, he was like
a father to her.

Mm-hm.

And you wanna get this permit
to go get the casket

and take it over to the boat
sailing for Europe.

Yes, sir.

What's he gonna do in Europe?

Well, not too much, I expect.

They're transferring him to
a private mausoleum in Germany.

Well, if he died ten years ago

that was during
the yellow fever epidemic.

Which means that
under no circumstances

'can that casket be opened
on Louisiana soil.'

Oh, I have no intention
of opening it.

Yeah, probably ain't
catching anymore.

But that's the law.

Alright, here.

You take that over
to Brother Ambrose

at the Saint Louis Cathedral
and he'll give him to ya.

Now, uh, how're you gonna
get him to the boat, boy?

Oh, I hadn't figured
that out yet.

Well, if you intend
a funeral procession

I have a friend
that's an undertaker.

He'll do it for you
real cheap and dignified.

I hadn't planned
on any ceremony.

He'll furnish it with six nice
carriages for the burial family.

He'll give you ten
professionals mourners

that'll cry their hearts out

and a four-piece band playing
the latest funeral marches.

I just thought I'd use
a plain horse-drawn carriage.

He'll probably throw in a couple
of reeves at the sides.

Now you can get the whole
shebang for $50.

I don't think
any of this is necessary.

Uh, Joe was a simple man.
He didn't like any fuss..

You got to show some
respect for the deceased.

Now, $40.

I think I'm gonna
get over to the cathedral.

Twenty-five dollars
and that's the rock bottom.

Ain't nobody gonna make
a nickel off of it.

Well... I'll let you know.

Cheapskate.

I'll have the boys
open it for you.

Boys, would you come in
and open this center one please?

Uh, when do you plan
to move it, Mr. Maverick?

Well, in a couple of days.

Well, don't forget
this is mardi gras week.

And no later
than Tuesday, please.

'We'll be very busy
on Ash Wednesday.'

I'll get him out before that.

I remember Joe's
funeral very well.

Very solemn, very beautiful.

But mark this, Mr. Maverick.
Only one mourner.

Felice de Lasignac.

No.

She was prostrated
by her father's passing.

Which occurred
only the week before.

'This was a man,
I have no idea who he was.'

'Or for that matter,
who he still is.'

He still comes to mourn Joe.

Once a month regularly.

'Brings flowers.'

'He was here only a few days ago
and brought those lilies.'

It's very touching.

Very.

I wish I knew who he was.

I asked him once
and he made a strange reply.

He pointed to that casket
and said, "I'm him."

Him?

I didn't pursue it any further.

I didn't want to intrude on, uh

what was obviously
a deep, personal loss.

Did you know
Joe November personally?

No.

I saw him once years ago.

He was a tall man, wasn't he?

Oh, no, I think he was short.

Oh.

He was clean shaven,
I understand.

No.

He had a small moustache.

Very perky, waxed at the ends.

Oh, dear,
that's the call for vespers.

Uh, you may stay on
if you like, Mr. Maverick.

Just make yourself at home.

Don't tell me somebody found out
how to take it with them.

They want you
to take that casket out

to that boat they're leavin' on?

Mm-hmm.

But you think maybe

there's some flimflam
going on, is that it?

Why didn't they
do it themselves?

It was mighty easy.

And another thing.

Felice described Joe one way

and Brother Ambrose
described him another.

The deceased, you mean?

'Mm-hmm.'

What do you say his name was?

Joe November.

Joe November.

Why, heck, I knew him.

- You did?
- 'Sure.'

Well, what did he look like?
Was he a short man, tall?

Clean shaven, moustache?

No, I wouldn't say that.

Joe was kind of medium height,
about five ten.

He wore one of 'em
beaver things, pointed.

A goatee?

That's right.
But his upper lip was shaved.

Well, it couldn't have been
three Joe Novembers.

Not likely.

Well, somebody is lying.

Somebody sure is.

You know something,
Mr. Maverick?

You might be
gettin' into somethin'

too hot for you to handle.
Maybe you just better drop it.

Drop $5000?

It's a lot of money.

Willie.

You know anything about jewelry?

Bessie don't think so.

What's that?

Where'd you get it?

Found it on the floor of the
mausoleum, next to Joe's casket.

Really?

- Give you five bucks for it.
- Then it's a fake?

Well, I'd be stealing it
from you at that price.

Cost me about $10
at a dry goods store.

But Bessie might like it.

Hello, Bessie, honey.

I told ya.

Oh, I'm glad to see you made up.

Well, we ain't exactly made up.

We just started
from where we left off.

You know, I... I could be
worrying about nothin'.

If I could just find
a picture of Joe November.

You think they'd have
a picture of him

out at the old
De Lasignac Mansion?

I don't think so.

You know, they made a sort
of a museum out of it.

I don't think they'd keep
a picture of a servant around.

Probably not.

You know, Willie Felice
recognized me right off.

But it took me some time
to remember her.

Can a girl get rid
of her freckles?

Sure, easy.

You have a pharmacy,
they got tons of them creams

and that stuff
just for that purpose.

Yeah, and she can also change
your hair from black to blond.

Bessie's changed hers
so many times

she's even got
her roots puzzled.

Oh, I guess
I'm imagining things.

'Bartender.'

Yes, sir.
Coming right up.

Hold on to that,
Mr. Maverick.

I'll give ya eight bucks
for it when I get back.

Good morning.

Well, you're early,
aren't you, sir?

We're just opening for the day.

I was pretty anxious to see
the place heard so much about.

Well, thank you.
Won't you come in?

Is there any part of the house

that you're particularly
interested in seeing?

The drawing rooms?

The medieval weapons room?

We have a fine collection
of weapons from the middle ages.

Or do you have
a picture gallery?

A magnificent one.

This way, please.

Is there anyone in particular
you're looking for?

Well, yes, there was a
majordomo who worked here

about ten years ago.

Well, it's very unlikely
his portrait would be in here.

Yeah, probably not.

You wouldn't happen
to have known him?

His name was Joe November.

The name's familiar.
Joe November.

Uh, being a recent employee
here, I never met him.

Oh. Well, you wouldn't know
what he looked like, uh

tall, short,
clean shaven, moustache?

Wasn't he a Chinese?

Chinese?

'No, he wasn't.'

He was short and dark
and had a moustache.

Hello, Bret.

Dark hair, freckles.
Aren't you Felice de Lasignac?

Why the surprise? Have I
changed so much in ten years?

Except that you've grown
more beautiful, not a bit.

When I was a school girl,
I was quite smitten

with you, Bret Maverick.

Papa let you play
in a poker game one night.

Oh, I remember.
That was my initiation.

Ah-ha.
You won.

And in your hurry to collect,
you dropped a single chip.

I found it.

And I used to keep it under my
pillow in the hopes of dreaming

that you'd kiss me.

I never knew that.

Oh, well, I-I'm quite
over you now, but, uh

I do think you owe me a dream.

Now, why're you looking
for Joe November's picture?

Oh, yes.
Where can we talk?

Um, that'll be all, thank you.

Um, let's go
into the weapons room.

Felice, if this place
is a museum

what are you
doing here, visiting?

I live here.

The authorities were kind enough
to let me occupy the top floor.

In your own house?

It's not my house.

Papa gave it to
the city of New Orleans.

I'm very poor now, Bret.

Your father was
the richest man in Louisiana.

Hmm. That was my
understanding too

but when he died,
there was nothing left.

Felice..

Who do you know that's
young, about your age, blond

good-looking, who seems to know
an awful lot about your family?

- Oh, could be Felice.
- Who?

Uh, Felice Schmidt.
She's half German.

She used to be
a parlor maid here.

And she has a German eagle
tattooed on her right arm?

I heard about that.

During the war between
Prussia and France

she was caught
spying for the Germans.

A band of French patriots
captured her

and put a tattoo on her arm
to brand her as a traitor.

Poor girl.

Do you know
what she's doing now?

Yes, she's calling herself
Felice de Lasignac.

B-but why?

Oh, she probably likes the name,
or what goes with it.

When did Joe November die?

Oh, a week after papa.
He-he's in the family mausoleum.

Yes, I know.

I've been taking flowers to him

and he's been very
grateful in return.

Have you ever seen this?

W-w-where did you get it?

I'll tell you in a minute.
Have you seen it before?

Mm-hmm.

Papa wanted to give it to mama.
But, uh, he couldn't.

It was part of the collateral
from the emperor of France.

It's supposed to be
the queen's necklace

that Duma wrote about.

The one that cost
Mary Antoinette her head.

What collateral
are you talking about?

Papa told me
to keep it a secret, but..

I don't suppose it matters now.

My father loaned Louis Napoleon
one hundred million francs.

His regime was being threatened
and he needed money.

He gave papa
a fabulous collection of jewels

to hold until he could
pay back the loan.

But then, papa died.

The household was in a turmoil.

Joe took over, and then he died.

And the jewels
just simply disappeared.

No one has seen them since.

They have now.

How would you like
to have them back?

Do you know where they are?

Tomorrow night, say?

Well, if I had them back,
I'd no longer be a pauper.

Day after tomorrow, Felice,
you will be a very rich woman.

Oh! Oh, Bret.

'Oh, excuse me, Maverick.'

But I watched you enter
this, uh, museum a while ago

and since we have not heard
from you in several days

I thought I would follow you.

Took me a while
to locate this room.

- I've been very busy.
- Oh.

This is, uh, little errand
we sent you on?

Ah, the errand, yes.

And you have been successful?

Very successful.

My wife and I'd be interested
in hearing about your success.

Perhaps you would honor us
with a visit tonight.

Alright, tonight.

Excellent.
We will await you.

Oh, young lady, I wanna
thank you for being so kind

in showing me this sword.

It's a very interesting specimen
I'd say about 12th century?

Oh, much earlier.

It's, uh, reputed
to have belonged

to one of the knights
of the round table.

'Maybe even Sir Lancelot's.'

'Amazing.'

'We never did find
anything of Sir Galahad's.'

Don't you think you should put
Queen Guinevere's necklace away?

'It's probably
a very valuable relic.'

'Oh, no, this is only a copy.'

Um, King Arthur
pawned the real one

to finance the, the crusades.

Very obliging, the help
here at the museum.

Oh, very.

We got rid of him
rather neatly, didn't we, Bret?

I wonder.

Well, Felice, your history
is little shaky.

King Arthur died 500 years

before the crusades
even started.

Let's just hope the baron read
the same history book you did.

King Arthur.
Lancelot! Guinevere!

All legendary people that
probably never even existed.

And the crusades.

Will you tell me, please

how does a man who never
lived go to crusades

which happens 500 years
after he's dead?

That is real odd, honey.

That Maverick
is up to something.

That necklace didn't look
like a fake to me.

Is there any way he could
have gotten the casket?

I wouldn't know.
Joe handled that part of it.

And I don't trust
your Joe November.

How do we know that he really
put the jewels in the casket?

He had no other place
to put 'em, honey.

The hospital certified
him as dead.

And then, when he recovered

while they were all so
flustered by the epidemic

they just forgot
to uncertify him.

Yes, but how did he know about
the jewels in the first place?

The old man De Lasignac
had confided in him.

Then when Joe wanted to get
the jewels out of the country

just like we're doing,
he had them put in the casket

and taken to the crypt.

A real sad funeral.

Joe cried all the way
to the mausoleum.

What was he so unhappy about?

The casket was supposed to
contain a yellow fever victim.

They wouldn't let it
out of the country.

Who wouldn't cry?

I suppose so. But I think
he's much too tricky.

And as a matter
of fact, so are you.

Can you give me one good reason

why I should trust
your allegiance?

Don't forget, honey.

I know what happened to
that fella on the steam boat.

And don't you forget,
my dear heart

the same thing can
happen on dry land.

Ah, dear Maverick.

We were just talking about you.

Saying complementary
things I hope.

Is there something else
one could say about you?

Not if you're honest about it.

Hello, baroness.

Well, I got my permit.

And I've arranged
for transferring the casket.

But it'll have to wait
until day after tomorrow.

Why wait?

Well, for one thing,
that's when your boat sails.

For another, red tape.

What is this, um, red tape?

Oh, that's government forms
and regulations.

You see, today is
the last day of mardi gras

and tomorrow is
the first day of lent.

'We just can't bother
a cathedral on a day like that.'

Then why not
get the casket tonight?

But how will I get it
on the boat?

Bring the casket to the hotel.

The baroness and I
will arrange the rest.

Oh, well, I think
it'd be better if we...

It'd be better if you
did as you're told!

And then, you get
your $5000 quicker.

Yeah.

How long will it take you
to bring it here?

Well, let's see,
I'll have to go pick up a cart.

Then go over to the cathedral.

Won't be easy pushing a coffin
through crowds like these.

But it won't be hard either.

Because the merrymakers
often hold mock funerals

to bury their old sins.
You can pretend to do the same.

And then, if you
put on a costume

nobody'll pay the least
bit of attention to ya.

Thor doll,
where's that funny nose

the hotel sent up
for your costume?

Wunderbar! Just the thing.

Yes.

This could be just the thing.
Let me see now.

Ah-ha!

- Here this.
- Try it on, Bret.

'So, you're now
one of the merrymakers.'

- 'Ha!'
- Ha.

And, we will expect you back
here in not more than two hours.

I am still suspicious
of that man.

Are you gonna follow him?

- Naturlich.
- 'What for?'

To see that everything
goes according to plan.

Honey, don't you think it would
be nice if I came with you?

You mean, you don't
trust me, liebe?

I trust you
as much as you trust me.

In other words, not a bit.

Ah!

A hand cart, is that the best
you could get?

On such short notice.

You're taking it
directly to the boat?

Oh no. first to
the De Lasignac house.

Felice wanted to pay him
her last respects.

Thank you.

That'll be all.
And thank you very much.

Oh, it's you.

Hello, brother.

Thought I'd pay
my monthly visit to Joe.

Thought I'd leave
him these lilies.

He's gone!

- What?
- Gone!

- When?
- Just a minute ago.

A friend came by with a police
permit and picked up the casket.

Was he a tall man with a
German accent, wearing monocle?

No, monocle, no German accent.
It was a Mr. Maverick.

Maverick?
Where's he takin' him?

Well, to a boat eventually.

But first, he's stopping
by... What was that?

Oh, that's part of my costume.

Oh, I see.

Well, Mr. Maverick couldn't
have gotten very far.

He went in that direction.

Perhaps, if you followed
directly you might catch him.

Yeah, thanks.

Oh, excuse me.

- Hi, Willie.
- Hi, Bessie honey.

We goin' to a wedding
or a funeral?

Neither, right now.

Look what I've brought you.

Well, you said to meet here
to talk about setting a date.

You got a one track mind.
All you think of is marriage.

Now, I've got those job to do
before we talk about that.

Every time I try to pin you down
you come with a excuse.

I'm getting fed up with you,
Willis. I'm getting fed up.

Did you get the bag?

- Yeah.
- Well, open it up.

Now, I want you to take these up
to your room

and hide 'em
till I come get 'em.

Hide 'em?
Is this stuff real?

Of course not. It's costume
jewelry like that ring I gave.

Why should
I hide fake jewels for?

I've got my reason.

You got a reason too for
not settin' our weddin' date?

I sure has.

Just as long as you keep askin'

that's how long
it's gonna be before I tell you.

And that's the last time
I'm gonna ask you too.

- Mr. Lasignac is expecting us.
- What?

Give me a hand.

You say mademoiselle Lasignac
is expecting you?

That's right.

Does mademoiselle Lasignac
expect that casket?

It's hers.
You just bring her here.

So, Maverick.

Did you lose
the address of the hotel? Huh?

Oh! Police!

Police!
Police!

- Police.
- Oh!

Police!
Police!

So, would cheat us,
eh, ha, Maverick?

You are like all the others.

Joe November, the false Felice.

Who is perhaps your partner
in this scheme, ha?

That's not a bad idea. How about
being my partner, Bret honey?

There is enough in
that casket for both of us.

What's goin' on in here?

This man's dead.

Now, who did it?
You?

Well, I have to be honest
with you, captain, she did.

Rick, take her down
to station house.

Johnny, get on the door,
see that nobody comes in or out.

You, you're the cheapskate
who wouldn't spend $25

to plant his best friend.

Is that him?

Well, that's the push-cart that
I've been pushing all over town.

You been pushing that dead man
through the streets of the city?

Why, that's a violation
of statute 487, section 32.

What's that?

Operatin' a push-cart
without a license.

Oh, come on, captain.
That's not really a push-cart.

And there's not really
a body in there either.

You know what's in there?

Jewels are in there
that Louie Napoleon

gave Anton De Lasignac
in repayment for a loan.

Hmm-hmm!

Alright, look for yourself.

Go on!

'Willie.'

'Why, it's Joe November.'

'That's Joe November?'

Hey, where are the jewels?

Bessie took 'em.

I never would've
suspected that girl.

She ain't honest.

Now, who are you?

Well, right now,
I'm Willie Saffron.

But, uh, I used
to be Joe November.

You told me that
Joe November was dead.

Oh, I thought he was.

Oh, there's something
mighty strange goin' on here.

You violated statute 964,
code 38, section 85.

'And you're under arrest.'

For what?

For committing the gravest
crime on the calendar.

Operating a push-cart?

No, for impersonating a corpse.

The whole caboodle
is yours for $50.

Where did you get these?

From my boyfriend.

My ex-boyfriend, that is.

He's a junk dealer.

Alright, $40?

I think you'd better
explain to the police

where you got
these fabulous jewels.

Police?

I told you where I got 'em.

Last night of the mardi gras.

Instead of being out there
helping to paint the town red

I got to be here
with these shady characters.

Come on now.
You're taking this too hard.

None of us here
are actually criminals.

The uh, husband killer.

Oh, he wasn't my husband.

He was only
a business acquaintance.

But you did kill him.

Well, he already killed somebody
on the steam-boat.

Anyway, I did it
to save Maverick's life.

Now the department gives out
medals for saving peoples lives.

I'm going to see
that you get yours..

In jail.

And you, you living corpse. What
you got to say for yourself?

I didn't exactly
plan it that way, captain.

The part
was kind of forced on me.

- But you did steal the jewels.
- Right...

If i don't file a complaint,
well, you can't charge him.

And now that I have them back

well, I don't think
anybody should suffer.

Alright, alright.

Bessie honey

how about tomorrow?
Around noon, city hall?

Oh, Willie! Oh!

Y'all are invited
to the wedding.

I guess that just about
takes care of everything.

Shall we all go out
and join the mardi gras?

Unless you wanted to keep her
here with you, captain.

Do you promise to be here
first thing in the morning

to have your case reviewed?

- On my honor.
- Well, then, let's go.

Hold it, boy!

You're forgetting
section 487, code 38.

Oh, you mean,
operatin' a push-cart?

The fine is $50.

Could have had a first-class
funeral for half that.

Now, just a moment.

This is to make sure that you're
gonna be here in the morning.

It's so much cozier that way.

Goin' back to Natchez,
huh, Mr. Maverick?

Yeah, I got to recoup my losses.

There's a game of red dog
in the saloon.

'Why don't you
join it?'

That's not my game.

Bein' run by a female.

'Beautiful gal.'

Even though she is wearing
a purple wig.

♪ Who is the tall
dark stranger there ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail
to who knows where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion ♪

♪ Gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as a handle
on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind
in Oregon ♪

♪ Blowin' up a canyon
easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady
that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend
of the West ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady
that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend
of the West ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend
of the West ♪♪