All language subtitles for Maverick S4E12 - Kiz ENGLISH

Who is it?

This time you see for yourself.

It's not possible.

I-I saw the bullet holes right
through his... shirt front.

Where is he?
Flown away?

There must be some blood.

There's no blood,
and no body either.

You don't believe me.

I don't believe
the impossible, Kiz.

- You won't help me?
- You're beyond my help.

Then you can go now.

Get out! The sooner the better!

Leave! Get out!

I think we better leave her.

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♪ Who is the tall
dark stranger there ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

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♪ Maverick is a legend
of the west ♪

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Uh, Dr. Livingstone, I presume.

Oh, excuse me, the name's Hank.

Hank, what happened
to Virginia City?

I never seen it so empty.

Yeah, this place
hasn't been as empty as this

since Adah Menken played
Maguire's Theater in tights.

Oh, who's not
wearing what today?

Oh, no, it ain't that.

Keziah Bouchet's
staging a prizefight

for the heavyweight
championship.

Keziah Bouchet? Who's he?

It's a she.

It's sort of unusual, a woman
staging a prizefight, isn't it?

With Kiz everything is unusual.

She inherited her
unhinged ideas from her old man

along with two million dollars.

With that kind of
money, you're not unhinged

you're eccentric.

She's somethin' or other.

You take the party she gave out
at her ranch the other night.

Seventy-five people.

There's nothing
eccentric about that.

Not even when all the guests
had to sit on horseback

'around the dining table?'

- Where'd you say the fight was?
- I didn't.

I'll bet you
these four silver dollars

that you can tell me
where it is.

You lose.

It's in the ballroom
at the Mother Lode Hotel

just down the street.

Thanks, Hank.

I hope you won't be
afraid here, alone.

No.

This makes, uh,
awfully good company, son.

'Good evening, cousin Bart.'

- Yes, sir?
- Thank you, Henry.

Oh... thank you so much.

My pleasure, ma'am.
Maverick is the name.

Oh, Melissa, there you are.

Uh, what can I do for you, sir?

Sir?

Oh, uh, can you tell me
where the ballroom is?

Yeah, it's right over there.

I, uh, I just arrived in town.
I'd like a ticket.

Sorry, sold out.

Would, uh,
$100 make a difference?

Not when I've
turned down a 1000.

Any other suggestions?

As it stands now,
no one but a very close friend

of the Bouchet family
has a chance.

Fighters are ready
when you are. May I?

Let's not get
too familiar, doctor.

Taking your arm
isn't exactly a proposal.

It might upset dear Melissa.

Your cousin
is a most sensible girl.

And most understanding.

But you're her fiance, not mine.

It could have
been different, Kiz.

Yes, it could.

A girl just
can't be too careful.

Kiz! Kiz Bouchet.

I've been looking
all over Virginia City for you.

When you wrote me about the
fight, I was hoping I'd make it.

You know I could
have you thrown out?

But I hear
you never do the expected.

I may make
an exception in your case.

You won't.

I like men
who are sure of themselves.

Thank you, Miss Bouchet.
Shall we?

Ezra.

- Throw this man out.
- The expected, my mistake.

Alright, you.

It's his mistake,
I don't like to be touched.

- Don't you?
- Well, not by ticket takers.

That was a fast change of mind,
even for a woman.

I always do the unexpected,
remember, Mr., uh..?

Maverick, Beau Maverick.

Maybe it was just
a little test, Mr. Maverick.

Did I pass?

You're in the ballroom,
aren't you?

But tell me, why all this
fuss over a prizefight?

To see a prizefight
in the company

of the most beautiful girl
in Virginia City.

- Fast work, Mr. Maverick.
- Life is short, Miss Bouchet.

That's my motto.

Hello, there.

Well, now that we've
established our kinship

tell me, why are you
promoting this match?

Oh, it's very simple.
Women aren't allowed

to go to boxing matches,
so I decided to stage my own.

Besides, I've always wanted
to see Gentleman Joe perform.

- Gentleman Joe Bartlett?
- Yes.

He's fighting the champion?

Yes. And I have money
that says he'll win.

Well, just how much do you
believe in Gentlemen Joe?

How much have you?

Five thousand.

You have a bet.
Light, please.

Thanks.

Ah, Melissa,
this is Mr. Maverick.

Doctor.
Miss Bouchet.

Mr. Maverick and I have a bet.
If Gentleman Joe loses the fight

doctor, you go over
to the desk and get $5000.

I warn you, Mr. Maverick,
Keziah makes a habit of winnin'.

So do I, Miss Bouchet.

You'll break that habit tonight.

'Be careful not
to overdo tonight, dear.'

In your state of health...

My state of health,
what're you babbling about?

Now, now.
Now, Kiz, calm yourself.

'My dear, don't
antagonize your cousin.'

You know how delicate
her nerves are.

Kiz, I'm-I'm terribly sorry.

Come on, dear. Excuse me.

A devoted couple.

Aren't they?

You wouldn't believe
that a month ago

the good doctor
threatened to blackmail me

into marryin' him by holding
a six-shooter against his head.

Ladies and gentlemen!

For the heavyweight
championship of the world!

Introducing, in this corner

the challenger,
Gentleman Joe Bartlett!

And in this corner,
the champion of the world

slugger, Phil McGee!

Back to your corner.

I've seen boxers before,
but never dressed like that.

It's a concession to the ladies.

Some of them would faint
at the sight of a man's chest.

And you?

- I don't faint.
- 'Round one!'

I'm, uh, counting
your money, Miss Bouchet.

Don't be too hasty,
Mr. Maverick.

Get on you feet!

Ah. I have another $1000 that's
very fond of Gentleman Joe.

Sorry, I'd like to accommodate
you, but everything I own

is tied up in our existing bet.

Then how about, um,
a month of your services

in exchange,
or against my $1000.

Services? Such as
picking up handkerchiefs?

Such as...
possibly saving my life.

What makes you think
you're in danger?

There've been attempts.
I have enemies.

Why pick me for a bodyguard?

I like your style,
and I trust you.

- A complete stranger?
- Exactly.

Because you have no reason
to want to do me in.

You know, I'm not very good
at saving other people's lives

I barely manage
to hold onto my own.

Oh, you'll do. Is it a bet?

It's a bet.

Tied! Throw them on!

The winner, and new champion
Gentleman Joe Bartlett!

I'm sorry about
your $5000, Mr. Maverick.

Correction,
your 5000, Miss Bouchet.

This buys you
the right to call me Kiz.

Well, not dirt cheap,
but worth it.

Uh, if you don't
have another $1000

you're sentenced to 30 days.

Prisoner declares bankruptcy,
but goes willingly.

- Put it in the safe.
- Certainly, Miss Bouchet.

For incidental expenses.

Oh, please, I take money
from a lady only in the direst..

'...emergency.'

Which does seem
to exist right now.

Much obliged.
You'll excuse me?

Of course.

Fire!

Henry, get me my hat!

Kiz!

Oh, it's a fire.
I'll be right back.

- Fire!
- Fire!

- 'Fire!'
- 'Fire!'

It's no use, Mr. Maverick.

No one ever kept
Kiz away from a fire.

- What's the matter with her?
- I wish I knew.

She just likes fires.

She's an honorary member
of Company B.

Pyromania, among other things.

Such as delusions,
hallucinations.

'Feeling of persecution.'

Such a beautiful woman.
Such high spirit.

Tsk, it's a tragedy.

Come, my dear.

Fire! Fire! Fire!

I'll, uh, call you.

Full house.

Oh, it's full alright,
but, uh, I'm afraid

mine is jammed to the rafters.

If you'll excuse me
a moment, gentlemen.

Well, good evening,
you're a sight!

- Oh, I feel wonderful, Beau.
- I don't get it, Kiz.

You hire me to protect you, and
then you go looking for trouble.

Oh, I'm not afraid
of fire, just people!

They're your department.

You're covered with bruises.

Just got a little scratched when
the wall caved in, that's all.

- When the wall what?
- Oh, Beau, it was exciting!

Just imagine,
a big, big warehouse

burnin' from
the cellar to the attic

and then the kerosene exploded

And then..

I think I better
send for Doctor Pittman.

I don't need a doctor.
There's nothing wrong with me

that a little,
little soap won't cure.

I'm just tired, that's all.

Those fire hoses
aren't easy to handle.

Yes, why don't you go upstairs
and have a nice rest?

Someone tried to kill me.
I was on the balcony

and they dropped
an iron pot on me.

Come with me.

It grazed my shoulder.
Right there.

Were you asleep
before this happened?

I was not.
What're you trying to tell me

I dreamed
the whole thing? Look.

That could have
happened at the fire.

It was a heavy iron pot,
I'm tellin' ya

and it landed right there.

Uh, let me handle this.

There's nothing there
now, my dear.

It must be your nerves again.

'I'll prescribe a sedative.'

Get out of here.
All of ya!

Please, Keziah, let
us help you... Get out!

Beau, not you.

- I need somebody.
- Of course.

You think I just imagined
the whole thing too, don't ya?

Let's look at it this way.
I just got to town.

The first thing I heard was
that you'd served a dinner

for 75 people in saddlebags.

And you engaged two men
to box in white tie and tails.

You smoke in public like a man.

You dash off to a fire
in a-in a helmet

And now an iron pot
that isn't there.

What am I supposed to think?

Oh, that I'm outta
my mind, of course.

Well, are you, or aren't you?

You look like a man
who'd understand.

A man who crashed
that silly prizefight

under a childish pretext.

Knocked somebody down
just to able to blow

his last $5000, and a
whole month of his life on a..

I'm disappointed, that's all.

You're telling me
we're two of a kind.

Well, if we aren't,
I-I won't hold you to our bet.

If you want to quit, well,
it's been nice knowin' ya.

I still owe you a $1000.

You can buy me a wreath.

You really believe
in this plot, don't you?

Last week,
I found a snake in my bedroom.

I killed it. Before I could show
it to anybody, it disappeared.

- Like the iron pot tonight?
- Yes.

Well, I admit that
between the time you ran out

and we got back, somebody
could've removed the evidence.

Somebody did.

Both times.

Alright, Kiz.

I'll go on serving.

Thank you, Beau.

But do you have
to call it servin'?

Well, if it's all work
and no fun.

Goodnight, Beau.

Goodnight, Kiz.

In case of trouble, holler.

Oh, and, uh, lock the door.

Yes.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Beau!

Beau!

Beau!

- Come in, quickly.
- What happened?

This time you'll believe me.

There, the note on the mirror.

A note on the mirror?

It was there.

Scratched on, and it said,
"Prepare for the end."

I saw it.

- Take it easy, Kiz.
- I saw it, I'm tellin' ya!

- But it's not there now, is it?
- No, but...

What you need is a doctor,
not a bodyguard.

Don't harp on that doctor.
I don't need one!

That's up to you. But I won't
be responsible, I'm resigning.

Are ya?

A $1000, please.

Uh-uh, you said
I could quit if I wanted to.

I've changed my mind.
I do the unexpected, remember?

Well, let's make a deal.
I have $500 I just won at poker.

A thousand dollars.

Alright.

'If the game is still on,
there may be another 500 there.'

I'll be back.

On your knees, I hope.

- Not if you wish me good luck.
- Oh, good luck!

Thank you.

Your 50.

Hand out 50.

What have you got?

Excuse me.

One more game, gentlemen,
and lady luck willing

I shall retire.

Deal me in.

Does the management allow
women at the card table?

I am the management,
Mr. Maverick. I own this hotel.

Can you open?

- Cards?
- One, please.

- How much have you?
- Nine hundred.

I'll see you.

You win.

You still owe me a $1000.

Yes, I do, don't I?

Light, please.

Report to me
first thing in the morning.

Yes, ma'am.

Some coffee, please.

My compliments, Mr. Maverick.

That's very good.

Clement Samuels at your service.

Sketch artist and reporter
for the Daily Clarion.

I'm afraid I can't afford
to pay you for this.

Then in what?

Little society news.

You lost a bet today
to Kiz Bouchet.

- That's hardly a news item.
- 'No, but Kiz Bouchet is.'

I hear there was a little
disturbance in her room earlier.

I wasn't aware of any.

Keeping her out of the papers
is one of your duties.

I have duties?

She seems to think so, the way
she spoke to you just now.

Oh, just one of her
many eccentricities.

That's what makes her news.

You can always find me here.

You shall have it.

Who's there?

Beau!

Beau!
Beau, quickly! Quickly!

This time you see for yourself.

It's not possible.

I-I saw the bullet hose
right through his shirt front.

Where is he?
Flown away?

There must be some blood.

There's no blood,
and no body either.

You don't believe me.

I don't believe
the impossible, Kiz.

- You won't help me?
- You're beyond my help.

Then you can go now.

Leave! Get out!

I think we better leave her.

- Mr. Maverick.
- Yes.

May I speak to you for a moment?

- Of course.
- Please don't leave her now.

You're the only one
who can help her.

Oh, I can't quite see how.

She seems to be
very fond of you to trust you

I can tell.

Maybe you can talk her into..

Into what, Miss Bouchet?

She needs care.
She refuses to be treated.

The proper way.

Oh, you mean in an institution?

You know, there is
something wrong with her.

Her grandfather.. I guess
she never told you about it.

Oh, he was your
grandfather too, wasn't he?

Yes, but her father
was the only one who inherited

grandfather's eccentricities.

Alright, Miss Bouchet.

- I'll talk to her.
- Oh, thank you, Mr. Maverick.

Eavesdropping, Kiz?

Oh, don't Kiz me!

So, you're gonna
talk to me, are ya?

Yes, when you finish
acting like your friend

Gentlemen Joe Bartlett.

I want to apologize
for doubting you.

What do you mean?

I know that you've been
telling the truth.

'About the man on the balcony?'

About everything.

Then what was the idea
of that performance

out there with Melissa?

Oh, I don't want anyone
to know yet that I do know.

Then you found out
who wants to kill me?

No one wants to kill you, Kiz.
But someone wants you

and everyone else to think
that you're losing your mind.

How do you know?

Sawdust.

The man wore a white
ruffled shirt, you said?

- Yes.
- That man was a dummy.

Oh, good evening, Maverick.

Samuels, I was just
thinking about you.

You were?

I was thinking that soon
I'll able to give you

a very interesting story
about Kiz Bouchet.

It's beautiful, Melissa.
And a perfect likeness.

It's Leroy's present.

Come in, please.

You wanted to see me,
Miss Bouchet?

Yes.

This is Mr. Maverick, who's
a very good friend of poor Kiz.

Mister Hanford,
our family lawyer.

How do you do, sir?

We were just admiring
Melissa's exciting portrait.

Oh, I think
I recognize the style.

Isn't it that fellow from
the Clarion, Clement Samuels?

Samuels is a hack.

This was done by a famous
professional artist from France.

Loses in the translation.

Is this what you
wanted to see me about?

Uh, no, Mr. Maverick.
It's a... a very delicate matter.

Exactly. That's why
we've asked you here.

As a good friend of my
unfortunate future cousin...

- What's happened to her?
- Oh, nothing yet.

But there's some
very disturbing news

we'd like you to break
to her as gently as you can.

Oh, it-it's terrible.

Why don't we stop pussyfooting
and get down to business?

Alright, sir, I'll be blunt.

Miss Melissa Bouchet, as the
only other surviving member

'of the once
great Bouchet family'

has asked the court through me

that her cousin
be declared incompetent.

And the two million dollars
be put in trust

in Miss Melissa's name.
Or is it Doctor Pittman's?

- Look here, you're mistaken.
- Oh, I was.

I thought you were
trying to discredit Kiz

by making her appear mad
in front of everyone.

But you won't wait
for that. You're gonna try

and put her away
under any circumstances.

- Just what are you insinuating?
- I'm not insinuating, sir.

I'm saying straight out
this is hypocritical collusion

for pilfering, filching, theft,
larceny, and highway robbery.

Why, you must have taken
leave of your senses.

Oh, doctor,
you say that to everybody.

I'm afraid you
will have to appear

at the hearing on Monday.

They can't do anything to me.
I'm sane and responsible.

Not according to
the witnesses they'll drag up.

What witnesses?

To start with, the entire
population of Virginia City.

What have I done to them?
Why are they against me?

No one has anything against
you, Kiz, but face facts.

You have the kinda
reputation that's just made

for an enquiry
into your insanity.

Oh, listen!

Darling girl.

This hat won't look very good
on you at the hearing.

You see, people
don't understand this

life-is-short-let's-make-it-
exciting philosophy of yours.

You do?

I'm only a poor,
wayfaring stranger.

Sure I know how you feel..

But if I try
to explain it to the citizens

of this town, we'll both
end up under the doctor's care.

Oh, we only had proof.

If I could just find some of the
things they claim I imagined.

The-the iron pot, the dummy

the mirror with
the words scratched in..

'The words scratched in.'

Oh, it's like
an answer to a prayer.

'Simple when
you know how it's done.'

Oh, Beau, this is it.

I'm sorry, Kiz, this is not it.
This is exactly nothing.

How can you be so stupid?
Well, this is proof we need.

This is evidence
we can produce at the hearing.

And if we get lucky, we'll come
up with the dummy, the iron pot.

- None of it's going to help.
- Why not?

How will we prove when and where
the evidence was discovered?

You mean they'll claim
we manufactured it.

It'll be the first thing
they'll think of.

We'll never disprove it
in a million years.

Oh, that's fantastic.

People do fantastic things

to get their hands
on two million dollars.

Well, Maverick,
I'm not licked yet.

Now, you're still working
for me, so think of something.

Maybe I have.

What do you have against
the bartender, brother Samuels?

His credit policy towards
members of the press

is extremely narrow.

Uh, do you work in charcoal?

Favorite medium.

- About the story I mentioned.
- Yes?

Why, it's a beauty.

But you'll have to do me
a favor to get it.

Anything for a good story.
Who do I have to kill?

Do you know Melissa Bouchet?

Yes, dislike her.
Not enough to do her in though.

It may not come to that.

'Come in, please.'

Good morning, Miss Bouchet.

- Mr. Samuels, isn't it?
- Yes. Please.

I'm sorry for the intrusion,
but I happened

to be at your lawyer's. He asked
me to give you a message.

He said he'd like you to come to
his office as soon as possible.

Oh, you mean Mr. Hanford.

'That's right, Mr. Hanford.'

Some, uh, unexpected development
about a suit or something.

'He didn't give me the details.'

Well, thank you, Mr. Samuels.
I'm much obliged.

I'm glad to be
of service, ma'am.

Good day.

- Uh, Miss Bouchet...
- Yes, what do you want?

Mr. Hanford and Doctor Pittman
are waiting for you in the bar.

Oh, are they?
Well, thank you.

- Oh, there you are, angel.
- Hello, my dear.

Mr. Hanford, if you ever tell me
to come to your office again

I expect you to be
courteous enough to be there.

Dear Melissa,
I haven't the faintest idea

what you're talking about.

Did you or didn't you ask
Mr. Samuels to tell me

I haven't seen Samuels
for months.

Ahem, Miss Bouchet.

Gentlemen.

Mr. Samuels, would you
kindly repeat the message

Mr. Hanford
told you to give me?

Message? Mr. Hanford?

Why, I haven't had the pleasure
of seeing Mr. Hanford in months.

'Nor you for that matter,
Miss Bouchet.'

Good day.

Does it run in the family?

If a person cannot leave
her room for one hour

without it being broken into,
and practical jokes played

I-I think things
have come to a sorry state.

But, miss, nobody...

I want you to know
I'm not an ordinary person.

I'm the cousin of
Miss Bouchet who owns this hotel

and who happens to be
paying your salary.

It is perfectly outrageous!
I wouldn't believe it

if I hadn't seen it myself.

- Wouldn't believe what, miss?
- You will find out.

Now, you just look
at that portrait.

Well, it's a nice portrait.
I have always admired it.

That does not look like me!

Well, if you
don't mind my saying so

it may be a little flattering.

How dare you?

Somebody changed it, you..

Well, perhaps
I'd better get Doctor Pittman.

No, no.

I'll have a talk
with the doctor myself.

And I'm gonna solve this too.

And if you say
one word to a soul..

- Not a syllable.
- You can go.

'Do not believe it.'

No!

You've got to come
with me, both of you.

Melissa, what's the matter?

My portrait. My portrait!

- It's been stolen?
- No.

It keeps changing.

It keeps changing!

Please. Please come with me.

Which one of the girls do you
want me to prove is crazy?

'Control your temper, Hanford.'

'There's bound
to be an explanation.'

Where, my dear?
Everything seems to be in order.

There's nothing wrong
with the picture.

Something very strange
is going on.

It was changed..

So that it made me
look old and ugly.

How could it?
You're imagining things.

No, no, now, wait a minute.
Suppose somebody did change it?

Substituted this other picture,
and put the original back again.

Ah, you're as bad as she is.
It's preposterous!

They..

They couldn't.

You mean they're
trying to do it to us?

What do you mean, us?

I happen to be the only victim!

'You told
me you got rid of it.'

It was hidden in my bedroom.

- Kiz found it.
- 'Maverick more likely.'

They know about it!
What's gonna happen?

What's Kiz gonna do to me
now that she knows? Answer me!

Get a hold of yourself, Melissa.
They can't prove a thing.

Proof, what does that matter?
Don't you understand? Kiz knows!

Our star witness.

You think I'm gonna go to
a courtroom and face her?

Now that she knows
what we've been doing!

My dear woman, I was
indulging in sarcasm.

Of course I don't expect
you to go through with it.

The combination of your
emotions and your conscience

will be too much of a handicap.

Your scheme's gone up
in smoke, doctor.

To echo dear Melissa,
what are you going to do?

A doctor has to be
resourceful, and I'm a doctor.

It may amuse you
to talk in riddles

but it makes me
lose my patience.

Calm yourself, sir.
What I mean is this.

When a stubborn ailment
doesn't yield to one course

of treatment, I try another.

I never give up.

Even if I have
to resort to, uh..

What shall I say?

Something radical?

Exactly.

- You see Mr. Samuels?
- The newspaper gentleman?

No, I haven't seen him, sir.

He was supposed to meet me here.

When he shows up, tell him
I'm waiting in the bar.

- There he is now, Mr. Maverick.
- Maverick, we've done it.

Tell me.

I've just come
from the courthouse.

- The word is victory.
- Details, if you don't mind.

Kiz Bouchet's sanity hearing
has been canceled.

Not continued,
not postponed, but canceled.

So we scared them off.

Scared them? We clobbered them,
we demoralized them!

I bet they left town by now.

Uh-oh, there's one who didn't.

She looks harmless
enough now, poor thing.

Perhaps.

Care to join me in breaking
the good news to Kiz?

Lead on.

Kiz! Are you in?

Good news for you.

Well, she didn't
leave the hotel.

Kiz?

"My dear Beau, Monday, the
hearing, they'll put me away

"I could never stand it.
This is the only way out.

"Beau, I'm leaving
$20,000 to you.

"I charge you to make sure the
rest of my fortune goes to my..

"only kin, Melissa."

- They're gonna kill her.
- You mean the note's a forgery?

Of course. Kiz might commit
murder, but never suicide.

I don't understand
the 20,000 she's leaving you.

That's supposed
to keep me quiet.

- It's not enough.
- Come on, we gotta find her.

- No, Melissa.
- Oh, she'll never talk.

Oh, yes, she will.

I don't know anything. I can't
tell you anything. Go away!

I didn't come to ask
questions. I came to tell you something!

If it's Kiz you're after,
I don't know where she is.

I saw her die
less than an hour ago.

- Murdered.
- No.

And before she died,
she talked about you.

They weren't gonna harm her.
They were only gonna hold her.

- Yes?
- Oh, you're lyin'.

You'll know I wasn't lying when
you've a rope around your neck.

Talk! Maybe you have
a chance to save yourself.

They were only gonna hold her
prisoner till after the hearing.

That way, when she didn't show
up, they were gonna appoint me

guardian of the estate.

- A prisoner where?
- At the barn, on a ranch.

But you..

You saw her.

- Oh, you tricked me.
- Yes, I told you a lie.

I suggest you get down
on your knees and pray that

that lie doesn't
become the truth.

- Where's the barn?
- I know where it is.

Two minutes to get the horses
ready. Then how far?

- Two miles.
- We'll make it.

There's a lotta open country
around Kiz's ranch.

They'll spot us
half a mile away.

They'll kill her
before we turn up.

- That's what I'm afraid of.
- Hold on.

- Maybe we can reduce the risk.
- What are you talkin' about?

When I go,
I like to go in style.

- Fire! Fire! Fire!
- Fire! Fire! Fire!

What in blazes
do you think you're doing?

- Well, there's a fire.
- I don't see no fire.

But I do see the fellow

who's been setting off
false alarms lately.

- This is no joke, sir.
- Fire's at Kiz Bouchet's ranch.

Outside my territory, son.
Kiz Bouchet?

Come on, fellas!
Kiz Bouchet's on fire!

The best way to sneak up
on a place unobserved

is to come roarin' in
on a fire engine.

That's insurance,
brother Samuels. Fire insurance.

When our friends see Company B
arriving, they won't dare

carry out their plans.

If Company B gets there in time.

Kiz rides this thing for fun?

You'll never in the wide world
get away with it.

You think not?

We left a very convincing
suicide note.

And I shall
testify at the inquest

that as your family physician
for years, I've worried that

you might do yourself
some mischief.

Let's get on with it.

Very well.
Any final requests, my dear?

Yes. Yes, doctor.
One last cigar.

- Unconventional to the end.
- Will you stop this nonsense?

Oh, let me have it.

Oh!

- Fire!
- Never mind that! Let her burn!

This doesn't make any sense.

Not unless they've decided
to burn her at the stake.

Help! Let me out of here!

Hit the water!

Kiz!

Kiz!

Kiz!

Mr. Maverick, what kept ya?

Kiz, you're indestructible.

Where to now, Beau?

Oh, I don't know.
It's a big country.

- What's the fireman's hat for?
- Oh, this? It's a souvenir.

Sounds like you may
have some use for it.

I'm gonna miss you.

It was a good story, wasn't it?

Good enough to give me
$5 more a week.

Care to join me
in getting rid of it?

Ah, sorry, I have to move on.

Well, every man
to his own pursuits.

Goodbye, and good luck.

Thanks, Clem, and to you.

Beau, darling,
you're not leaving.

I'd like to stay, Kiz, but I'm
a man that has to move around.

Oh.

Oh! You made me miss
my fire engine.

- Oh!
- Here, take mine.

Hmm?

Oh!

Look at that fire engine.
Hurry, Beau!

♪ 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 the 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 ♪♪