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Do you think you're any better than your aunt?

Do you? Huh?

Sit down, Maverick. This is a private conversation.

- It was. - It still is.

Sit down!

Put it down.

Drop it.

Alright, Maverick, we've got a deal.

Go up and take care of Whitehead.

- What does he mean? A deal? - It doesn't affect you.

Maverick's my new partner, that's all.

Don't try it, Maverick.

When the time comes, gambler

I'm gonna take care of you personally.

I imagine you'll have to draw straws for me.

[theme music]

[fanfare music]

(male announcer) A Warner Bros. Television production.

[orchestral music]

- Whoo! - I'll say goodbye now.

Yonder's the cutoff to Denver.

I can't make it out yet, judge.

Come on.

A self-respecting gopher wouldn't try that.

I'm afraid you'll have to put up with me for a while longer.

Won't be much easier getting up to the hotel.

Anything's better than staying

and becoming a permanent part of this landscape.

Well, you won't be overwhelmed with hospitality.

Mrs. Flood hasn't had any visitors

since the place closed up ten years ago.

Better a cold reception than a cold grave.

I know why they call this place Flood's Folly.

She considers it a monument to her dead husband.

That's why she's putting off selling it.

Any buyer'd have to be a rich hermit

or a peculiar millionaire.

Anyway, we won't have any trouble reserving a room.

Who's this?

Mr. Maverick was on his way to Denver. The pass is blocked.

You know we can't have company up here.

You want him to stay outside and freeze?

No, of course not.

Come in.

It's just myself and my niece here.

We don't encourage visitors.

I already explained that to him, Martha.

I'd appreciate it if you can leave as soon as it's possible.

You made your point outside, ma'am.

The moment the pass is open, I'll be on my way.

As for my room, I'd be happy to pay the going rate.

This is no longer a hotel.

It must've been quite a place once.

The guestbook had names from every part of the world.

'This resort was her husband's hobby.'

- Pretty expensive one. - That was not a consideration.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll find you a clean room.

There's coffee and sandwiches on the table.

Sounds like Mr. Flood was a pretty rich man.

He owned half the copper mines in the state.

But why build a hotel that's more accessible

to mountain goats than guests?

It's built around a hot sulfur spring.

Big attraction.

Unfortunately, the spring dried up.

Help yourself, Maverick.

Thanks.

What are you handling for Mrs. Flood?

I never discuss a case before it's tried.

Oh.

What's she being tried for?

Your curiosity is showing, my friend.

- Hello, Sally. - Judge.

This is Mr. Maverick, an old friend of mine.

Hello, Sally.

Allow me.

May I?

You're the first visitor, outside of the judge.

Aunt Martha never allowed any visitors before.

Then I would say it was about time.

Sally... I brought a little present for you.

I guess you know what this is, my dear.

A new puzzle?

Oh, thank you very much.

Well, I guess I'll turn in now.

Martha'll be down in a minute to show you to your room.

No hurry.

I'll take my coat. I think I better go.

Uh..

Why don't you stay a while?

My aunt wouldn't like my being alone with you.

- Oh, did she say so? - Not just you. Anybody.

She doesn't like strangers.

Well, judge told you I was a friend of his.

So, I'm not really a stranger at all, am I?

Have you been up here long?

Ten years. Since Uncle Edward died.

Oh, how about your father and mother?

They were killed in an avalanche on this mountain

when I was a child.

I'm sorry.

Well, it was so long ago.

I had a brother too.

Had?

Well, he was sent to live with friends.

But I lost track of him. He's somewhere in San Francisco now.

Haven't you ever tried to find him?

How can I?

But you want to.

Someday I'll get away from here.

She'll see.

Someday I'll be gone.

Couldn't a resourceful man find some excuse

not to bring a stranger up here at a time like this?

You mean like shoving him into a snow bank.

Please.

No, it's just that you told me that you'd have news

for me this trip.

I didn't wanna rush things.

In two weeks, I can get a closed session without a jury.

Oh?

How about acting as though you're glad to see me?

You sound as though the verdict's been decided already.

Presiding judge is in my debt for quite a few favors.

Just the same, I'd feel a lot better

if your friend wasn't in the house.

Sally's taking care of him.

You left them alone downstairs?

Where's the harm?

Do you realize what's it like to live up here alone?

Not seeing anybody but you, year after year.

I've done just that to keep Sally from talking to strangers.

Then, you not only bring one up you just hand her over as well.

- Suppose they do talk? - What about her brother?

You can't bring back the dead, my dear.

What's going on with you?

There's something wrong here and I don't like it.

No, there's nothing wrong.

It's just that I can't be myself

as long as your friend's in this house.

What do you find to do to pass the time here, Sally?

I put puzzles together. One's the judge brings me.

Wait here. I'll show you.

I put this one together a hundred times.

It's a lovely picture and my favorite.

There's a man and a woman waltzing

and she has a beautiful white gown on.

Here's where the lady begins.

Mr. Maverick, your room is ready.

Thank you.

Sally..

If the snow keeps up, we can work on the puzzle tomorrow.

There's wood for a fire, basin, water and towel.

Hotel or not, Mrs. Flood, this looks like luxury to me.

Not luxuries, Mr. Maverick, necessities.

I've been wondering, Mrs. Flood, if you don't mind my saying so..

Why an attractive woman like you would do without luxuries

and live like a hermit?

That's my concern, Mr. Maverick.

I'm sorry.

How about Sally? Doesn't she mind the loneliness?

As long as you're a guest in my house, Mr. Maverick

I hope you will take advantage of the hospitality.

Meaning Sally?

You've answered your own question.

Mrs. Flood, your hospitality is one thing

your niece is another.

I don't intend to take advantage of either.

[dramatic music]

[windows rattling]

[rattling continues]

[rattling continues]

[rattling continues]

[female singing]

[singing continues]

[singing continues]

Thank you very much

but I have promised the next dance to Mr. Evans.

Perhaps the last dance?

[Maverick clapping]

Since Mr. Evans was regretfully delayed

may I have the pleasure of the next dance?

I'd be delighted, Mr. Maverick.

Another waltz?

[classical music]

Mind if I talk?

Do you do this often?

Does your aunt know?

Is there really a Mr. Evans?

It's been a pleasure, Miss Flood.

You dance very well.

You told me you spent all your time doing picture puzzles.

I was talking about the present, not the past.

'The past?'

Yes, when I was a little child, I used to watch people dance

in this room from behind that curtain.

'Beautiful women, elegantly dressed'

and the most handsome gentlemen. Mr. Evans was one of them.

All the ladies wanted to dance with him.

You mean, you pretend you're one of those dancers?

When I'm in this room, I am at one of those dances.

You certainly didn't wear that dress

when you were a little girl.

It belonged to my mother.

She wore it in this very room the night before she was killed.

She must have looked as lovely as you do now.

Goodnight, Sally.

It's been the nicest dance I've ever been to.

Please don't go.

I'm a guest in your aunt's house.

She doesn't want me to see you.

I know, but I'm afraid to be alone now.

You've been alone before.

I know, but..

Please don't laugh for what I'm going to say.

I won't, Sally.

Those people I was telling you about actually exist.

I heard their voices again tonight.

Sally, pretending is one thing..

But hearing voices, that's something else again.

I do hear them.

They're far away, but I do hear them.

You mean, right now?

No, but..

Once in my own room, and then again last week.

'That's why I am afraid.'

Sally, go to your room.

[dramatic music]

Now you can understand

what I didn't want to talk about before.

The child lives in a world, all her own.

She couldn't possibly face reality.

Sooner or later, if we left here the authorities would..

Force me to place her in an institution.

I went along with her

until she told me about hearing voices.

In this old hotel, her dreams will harm no one..

And no one will harm her.

She told me you didn't know about it.

Oh, I let her think that.

'I couldn't intrude in her world..'

but since you discovered it, I had to do something about it.

When did all this start?

Well, I guess it was the shock of seeing her parents

buried in an avalanche..

And then there was her brother's death.

She told me he was in San Francisco.

Is this more fantasy?

Come with me, Mr. Maverick.

[dramatic music]

Read that.

"Robert M. Flood. Drowned, St. Francisco Bay.

21st of June, 1870."

That death certificate was obtained by the judge.

Will there be any more questions, Mr. Maverick?

I'm sorry.

Goodnight then.

Goodnight.

[knock on door]

I have a plan, Mr. Maverick, but I need your help.

What sort of plan?

What I told you early this evening

that I wanna leave here to find my brother.

Now, if I manage to get away, will you meet me

when you go and take me with you?

Sally, I'd be delighted to have your company.

But this storm has made the country

too dangerous to travel in.

Is that the real reason, Mr. Maverick?

Or do you think I am what my aunt says I am?

- I don't know what you mean. - Then take me with you, please.

Sorry, Sally, I can't do it.

You don't believe a word I've said.

'When we danced, I thought I could trust you.'

But now, I know that you're just like Aunt Martha and the judge.

Sally, don't excite yourself. I am your friend.

Excite myself?

Oh, I see.

Well, don't worry, Mr. Maverick, I'm not violent or dangerous.

I'm just determined.

And if you won't help me..

Then I'll find some way out.

[distant murmuring]

[intense music]

Well, now, he must be the one your lady friend told us about.

The gambler that judge brought in.

Ah, doesn't matter who he is, he's not goin' anywhere.

We won't have to worry about him till the storm lets up.

Hey there, gambler man.

Might as well go back to sleep.

You're gonna be with us for a spell.

So I gather.

You mind letting me in on it?

We're guests here, like you are.

Except, we demand privacy.

'We don't want our presence known to everyone.'

Like Sally?

Yeah, you know that's a cryin' shame.

'Cause I'd sure like to let my presence be known to her.

Don't mention young ladies in that tone of voice.

But, Whitehead, I didn't say anything bad.

- Whitehead? - Recognize me, huh?

No, I... can't say I do.

Sure, you do.

Smart gambler man gets around a lot.

You've seen me on those reward posters.

Chet Whitehead.

This here is Emery and that's Elkins.

Now, come on.

You knew us the minute you laid eyes on us, didn't you?

You play it any way you wanna lay it out.

Alright, now you know we're hidin'. Satisfied?

Not quite.

Mrs. Flood, she hides you out, she brings you food. Why?

What would you expect a lady friend to do?

Turn you in?

[chuckles]

I've been out bluffed by some of the best poker players

in the country, but they couldn't even sit

at the same table with our lovely landlady.

Maverick, we're gonna keep you around with us for a while.

How long depends on how much trouble you give me.

Oh, you'll find me very easy to get along with.

Oh, I thought I'd have a look at some of the cheaper rooms.

But I must say I like it better upstairs.

The company too.

We caught him snoopin'.

Oh, I was afraid of this.

Well, what'll I tell the judge?

Just tell him he left real early in the mornin'

before anybody got up.

In this blizzard?

I don't wanna impose on anyone.

I just as soon take my chances out there.

This isn't a game of cards, gambler.

This is more like for life or death.

- Chet, no. - He recognized us.

Now don't you worry none.

We won't do a thing till it's absolutely necessary.

I'm very sorry, Mr. Maverick. I tried to avoid this.

Don't you know these three are wanted for murder?

They've never hit a town or a bank or a payroll

without leaving a bereaved relative or two.

That kind of thing is long gone.

Over and done with.

Buried in the past, you might say.

Yes, but what about them?

They'll leave when it's safe.

Say, they might even take him with 'em.

That way it'll look like Maverick froze to death there.

Sally is gonna wonder what happened to me.

That's a fact, mister.

She will.

But even if she says somethin'

who's gonna believe a girl who hears voices, huh?

She's a lot saner than some of the present company.

You stay put, Maverick.

Just trying to keep warm.

Do that for a little while longer.

I'm going upstairs before I'm missed.

Chet..

Oh, Chet.

- Chet, this isn't gonna work. - Oh, it's got to.

It's ten years too late but this is it, baby. This is the chance.

Oh, if only I had married you then.

Ah, you can't go back.

But thanks to your niece we can go ahead.

We can travel first class.

Are you going to be happy here?

Alone with me?

With you and a fortune, I'd be happy on the moon.

Well, it won't be all the fortune

because I have to give the judge half.

Half of it? You made a bad deal.

It was the best I could do.

Like you said, you can't go back.

And I also said it was a bad deal.

Sometimes I wonder about you, Chet.

What is it you want most?

Me? The money?

Just a place to hide?

Ah, let's say I'm greedy, huh?

I want all three.

[intense music]

Chet, no.

You said you'd wait.

I didn't say anything about waitin'.

Now, there's gonna be a couple of more bereaved relatives.

Alright, folks. Come on in. Admission's free.

Aunt Martha, who are these men?

I owe you an apology, Sally.

These are the voices you heard.

They're guests of your aunt.

Chet Whitehead.

I sentenced you for bank robbery six years ago.

That's right. I broke out a year later.

Now, we're both kind of on the same side

of the fence, aren't we, Your Honor?

Fence's a little too high for you to climb over, Whitehead.

There's only one difference between us.

I use a gun and you use your law books.

'When I steal, it's out in the open.'

- What are you talking about? - Her.

'I know about the will'

'and how you're fixin' to have her declared insane'

'so that Martha can be appointed her permanent guardian.'

Why, you larcenous old goat.

Is that why you've kept me locked up like a prisoner?

Of course not, how can you believe such a thing?

Martha, get down off your high horse, will you?

She'd find out sooner or later.

Now, listen, judge, I got nothing against your scheme.

It's just that I can't stand bare-faced hypocrisy.

What is your interest in all this?

That's a kind of private business.

The picture is clearing up.

No wonder you didn't want me to bring Maverick here.

It wasn't Sally you were concerned about.

You were concerned about him.

And you let me to believe you'd marry me.

- Is that true, Martha? - Of course, it isn't true.

It's all in his mind. I gave him no reason.

Well, it's not going to work.

You know, I might have a few thoughts on that subject myself

but we'll talk about them upstairs.

Now, there's no reason to stay down here any longer.

Alright, you two, get goin'. Move up.

Alright, get goin'.

Come on.

I want to talk to you.

- Please, I haven't the time. - Put it down.

Doesn't it occur to you at all that lying to me

might be dangerous?

But I didn't lie to you.

John, I've never told you I've loved you.

And I've never promised you anything.

Why didn't you tell me about him when I came here last night?

I was afraid.

Afraid I'd back out of the deal?

Afraid your plan to use me might not work out?

But, John, it isn't the way you think.

There is no plan.

John, when he showed up here last week

it was the first time I'd seen him in ten years.

And suddenly, it was yesterday..

And there was nothing I could do about it.

How very touching.

I have to take him his breakfast.

Incidentally, I haven't had mine yet.

Yes, but this... This will do quite nicely. Thank you.

You can get some more for him.

Now, listen to this, Martha.

I don't like being gulled..

Whether it's the result of an accident, a plot

or a love's old sweet song.

Right now, you need me more than I need you.

Without me, you won't get your hands on any of that money.

What was in that will they were talking about downstairs?

I didn't know there was a will.

Here's another piece of the white gown.

You tell me you know this puzzle backwards.

Why don't we start another one?

No.

You haven't even opened the one

the judge brought you last night.

I know, but this is the important one.

How do you mean "important?"

Very important... to you.

How can you sit there so calmly?

My stomach's just about as steady as your hands.

That doesn't mean I haven't given up hope.

But they're going to do something to you

as soon as the storm lets up.

I know.

That's why I'm praying for bad weather.

Is that your idea of hope?

No, at the moment, I'm putting my hope in the judge.

But they're all sticking together.

I have an idea where I can make the judge come unstuck.

You were right, judge.

I would've been better off trying to get to Denver.

Getting worried, Maverick?

'No, I wouldn't say that.'

Only one thing worries me. That's uncertainty.

And at least, I know what they have in mind for me.

You, you're in a different boat.

I just finished reminding our hostess

that they need me more than I need them.

Right now, maybe.

What about after she gets the money?

Do you think they'll still give you half?

'Or even leave you around to tell about it?'

I confess, the question has occurred to me.

Did you come up with an answer?

- You have one? - Yes.

Take me in as a partner.

Then we can team up and take care of them.

You may have to split your share with me

but at least you'll be around to spend it.

Little out of your line, isn't it?

No qualms of conscience?

Oh, I can be very broad-minded where my life is concerned.

I'll think it over.

Don't think too long, judge.

There's blue sky out there

that means black crepe down here.

Chet, I'm worried about the judge.

I can handle him.

Not after he leaves here.

Maybe he won't leave.

'Well, he has to go to court to settle the estate.'

More than one way to skin a cat.

What are you talking about?

That niece of yours, you know, she's got sense.

'She knows we can't keep her here forever.'

I can always lock her up in the cellar.

Martha, that'd be downright cruelty.

There's an easier way and more profitable too.

But there's only so much in the estate.

You made a bad deal with the judge.

But if we do what I've got in mind

we don't have to share the money with him.

What have you got in mind?

Something practical.

Now, listen, as long as your niece is around

we're never gonna have one sound night sleep.

But if something happens to her and she's out of the way..

We don't need the judge either.

And if we don't need him..

There's just no point in givin' him anything.

Don't you dare think of such a thing.

What makes you so feisty?

You worried about Sally or the judge?

You know better.

Seems to me he takes a lot for granted.

'Almost like there was a contract'

'that both of you signed.'

Chet, I can't help what he thinks.

Now, listen, if he ain't fixed to move in here..

All that money ain't gonna be much company for you

along with your niece.

I'll have you.

Yeah.

You will.

If we do things my way.

Oh, Chet, please.

Now, listen, like I said, as long as your niece is around

we'll never be safe.

Chet, please, I'm begging you. Don't ruin everything.

I reckon I'll make tracks as soon as the storm lets in.

You don't fool me. You wouldn't walk out on all that money.

Try me.

It's the best one I ever saw. It's a real painting too.

Yes, it is.

What do you notice about it?

'She's wearing a dress like the one you wore last night.'

It is the dress and that's the room we were in last night.

Did you paint it?

No.

My brother painted it.

This was painted last year.

Your aunt showed me a death certificate.

He died five years ago.

Well, no death certificate can change this.

Did the judge bring you this puzzle?

He bought it in San Francisco. It's one of several.

He thought they would help me pass the time and that..

It would keep me from thinking how lonely I was.

'One hand, he shows me a death certificate..'

and the other, he shows me proof that my brother's alive.

Only he didn't know it.

Did your brother know this place?

Well, he lived here as a child.

He must've painted this from memory.

Now, do you know why I had to put this together

to prove to you that he is alive?

I think the time has come to apply little more pressure

where it'll do the most good.

Reached a decision, Your Honor?

I'll let you know when I do.

Oh, I have one little doubt myself

about throwing in with you, I mean.

Indeed?

One thing you did strikes me as being rather clumsy.

What are you talking about?

The death certificate of her brother's.

Really wasn't worthy of you.

I mean, it was such an obvious fake.

It looked quite legal enough, my dear fellow

to get the boy written out of the will.

What was his share?

He and his sister were to have shared equally.

How did you stop him from looking for his sister?

Showed him a death certificate stating that his sister died

of natural causes in New Orleans.

There's an empty grave there with her marker on it.

He sends flowers to it once a year.

Now, I can't decide, Your Honor

whether you shine more brilliantly as a criminal lawyer

or a criminal.

I don't see you turning up your nose at a share.

My reasons are strictly self-preservation.

How about it? Are you dealing me in?

You're in.

Only don't get too involved with her.

There'll be no room for sentiment

when you make your move.

Oh, one more thing, judge.

What's the brother doing now?

Wasting his time trying to be an artist.

Oh, you never know.

His work might be recognized someday.

Come on, honey, I'll help you put the puzzle together again.

I'm tired of it.

Well, now, I figured you might like a little company

being cooped up here so long, huh?

There's lots worse things than being cooped up here.

Do you think you are any better than your aunt?

Do you? Huh?

Sit down, Maverick. This is a private conversation.

- It was. - It still is.

Sit down!

Put it down.

Drop it.

Alright, Maverick, we've got a deal.

Go up and take care of Whitehead.

- What does he mean? A deal? - It doesn't affect you.

Maverick's my new partner, that's all.

Don't try it, Maverick.

When the time comes, gambler

I'm gonna take care of you personally.

I imagine you'll have to draw straws for me.

So, you're the judge's partner?

What's your share, Mr. Maverick?

What difference does it make? You'll never live to see it.

Now you saw what he was aiming to do.

Now maybe you realize we have to do it my way.

Any more trouble from you two..

'...we won't wait.'

Martha, you're not using your head.

If you let him kill me, you'll never get a penny.

Look at it this way, judge.

We're just cutting down on legal fees.

There's only one way you can do it without me and that's..

Martha, you can't let him do that.

Not you.

Stay out of this.

What we were doing is one thing, but a cold-blooded killing?

Shut up.

Martha, can you see yourself as a murderess?

Whitehead, leave the girl alone.

I'll go through with my end and you can have my share.

Take everything.

Your feelings sure do do you credit, judge.

Yes, sir.

And I know Miss Flood here

sure appreciates what you're tryin' to do.

But I just never know when your conscience

might get the best of you.

And you might decide you wanted your share back.

I'll give you my oath. I'll sign a document.

You're wasting your time, judge.

You're a butcher.

Now, that ain't nice, judge.

I never killed anyone without a reason.

If they got shot, it was because they were in my way.

I got nothing personal against any of you.

But Maverick here knows too much and so do you.

Now, her case is different, but just as necessary.

And being a practical man, I'm sure you'll see my side of it.

You're not as practical as you think.

If I've overlooked anything, I'd be glad to hear about it.

You overlooked Mrs. Flood.

She might go along with you now, but what happens later?

When you two are alone and she can't look at you

without thinking of Sally.

Martha's made of sterner stuff. We've got an understanding.

She knows what has to be done.

Do you, Aunt Martha?

Do you know what has to be done?

Do you hate me that much?

Chet, there has to be another way.

Nice if there was, but this is the only way we can be sure.

The will's clear, something happens to her..

The money reverts to you permanent.

There's another little item you overlooked

that only concerns you.

'What's the point of having all that money'

'when you won't be able to spend it?'

You were right. It only concerns me.

But then again, it might remotely concern Mrs. Flood.

Knowing all that money is in the bank is quite a temptation.

Suppose she gets bored with you

and decides to leave and spend it?

After all, there's a price on your head.

You'd be taking a chance every time you left this..

Little paradise.

But Mrs. Flood is free to go wherever

'and whenever she wants to.'

There's another possibility, Whitehead.

When your two friends leave here

they might start thinking about all that money

just sitting in the bank collecting dust and interest.

They might start thinking they're entitled to their share.

Come on, Whitey, you know such a thought never entered my mind.

And it better not.

Now, I've heard enough out of you two.

'The next one who tries to stir up any trouble'

'gets more than he can handle.'

[rattling]

I thought I told you get some more wood.

We got more important things to do, boss. The storm's over.

(Whitehead) 'Alright, Emery, get goin'.'

I don't care how, just so long as it looks like

they froze to death out there.

Leave it to me, boss.

I'll go get the horses ready.

We're one horse shy.

Maverick, you and girl get on the end horse.

Judge, you take the one next to that.

Alright, move 'em out.

Alright, get goin'.

Let's go!

Hold it.

What's the matter? We're right here.

The horses slip on the ice and over they go.

Yeah.

Come spring, they find 'em and no bullet marks.

If they find you at all, Maverick.

I'll pull the horse up, fall off.

Do as I say, it's our only chance.

Maverick!

Go ahead, just make one false move... just one.

Take him, judge!

[dramatic music]

[gunshots]

[intense music]

[gunshots]

Sorry, Maverick, I'm outclass.

Come on, Maverick.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

"Out, damned spot!"

As another murderess once said.

- John, where's Sally? - Dead probably.

How did they kill..

It's a long story, Martha.

I'm afraid you're not going to have time to hear it all.

John, what are you going to do?

You jilted me, you cheated me, you tried to get me killed.

No, John, you don't understand. You saw what he was like.

I saw what you're like. I should've seen it long ago.

[gun clicks] No, John. Please.

[gunshot]

I learned long ago, judge, that when you wanna kill somebody

you just pull the trigger right then.

You don't talk about it

'cause talk is the mark of an amateur.

Chet, I didn't know what I was saying.

You're a chameleon who changes color at the drop of a gun.

That's not true. How can I convince you?

How?

- By doin' the honors. - What?

Now, come on, what are you stallin' for?

No, Chet.

We know you're capable of murder.

'So, go ahead.'

Prove he don't mean nothin' to you.

- Prove you love me. - Chet, please.

Now, remember what I told the judge.

You don't talk, you just do it.

It's less painful for both parties.

- Chet, please... - Come on, do it.

[dramatic music]

I have to do it.

But it's you.

Chet, why'd you have to come back into my life?

Drop the gun, Martha.

Why?

Put the gun down, Martha.

Why?

Thanks, Maverick.

You probably saved my life.

(judge) 'It's more than I deserve.'

Judge, don't waste your appeals on me.

You'll need a briefcase full of 'em to get out of this.

Well, it's all yours, Aunt Martha.

What you've always wanted.

I won't be back.

You can have Flood's Folly and all the memories to go with it.

Sally, can't I leave with you?

You can leave anytime you want to.

But here, I'll have no money, nothing.

I'll arrange for supplies to be sent up.

Don't you think these trails are a mite dangerous

to be travellin' at night?

Not as dangerous as spending another night

in this place with you.

Anyway, you'll get plenty of time for sleep

in the Denver jail.

We better leave while there's moonlight.

We'll take the valley trail.

Sally.

Sally, please. Please take me with you.

No, of course not, how could you.

We'll find the man who painted your puzzle.

Alright.

♪ 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 ♪♪