All language subtitles for Maverick S05E07 Mr. Muldoons Partner ENGLISH

It ever occur to you
that Girty might've dug up

that money
and kept right on goin'?

I won't be forgettin'
those kind words, Hatfield.

Take it easy.
Did you find the suitcase?

No, the reason I'm late.
I dug up half the countryside

to make sure it wasn't there.

Maverick lied.

You've got one
more chance, Bart.

- Where's the money?
- I don't know, Bonnie.

- Alright, Girty...
- Let's go!

- I thought you tied 'em up.
- I did!

(male narrator)
A Warner Bros.

Gentlemen, this one
is going to cost you.

Are you bluffing, Maverick?

Uh-huh.

You'd be honest
about it, of course.

Of course.

And wouldn't I be a fool
to believe you.

On the other hand,
I believe you'd be just

sneaky enough
to be tellin' the truth.

(male #1)
But I think I'll

I don't suppose there's a chance

you can't beat
four cards to a flush.

Not a chance in the world.

Well...gentlemen,
thank you very much.

Bonnie, it looks like you and I

are gonna have a very
inexpensive date tonight.

It looks like
we have no date at all.

Because I'm broke?

Can you think
of a better reason?

Eh-eh, lovely lass that.

Yep.

It is a pity
she's so dishonest.

Bonnie's dishonest?

All the time you were playing

she was looking at your cards
over your shoulder

and signaling
the-the house dealer.

- Why didn't you tell me that?
- Oh, for many reasons, lad.

But, uh, mostly because
we hadn't been introduced.

Eh, Rafferty here.

Uh-uh, Terrance Rafferty,
formerly of the Emerald Isle.

A-a-and presently the second
assistant production chief..

...for the
railroad construction gang.

And..

...someday..

...the potato king
of the new world.

Well, nice to meet you,
Mr. Rafferty.

My name's Bart Maverick,
past, present, and future chump.

Aye, let me buy you
a drink, me lad.

And I'll tell you all about
the art of potato farming.

Eh, eh, bartender!

Uh, first, I'm interested
in your other reasons

for not telling me
I'm being cheated.

Mostly because I don't
approve of young men gamblin'.

or-or flirting
with dance hall girls.

I hope that's
been a lesson, dear boy.

(bartender)
What'll it be?

- Whiskey.
- It will be no such thing.

Sarsaparilla for me, friend.

(bartender)
'How about you?'

I'll have the whiskey,
uh, uh, double.

But you..

Temperance
is the greatest of virtues.

But in-but in my case, there
are extenuating circumstances.

'Now...what were we
talking about?'

Oh, oh, yes! Yes, I remember.

The-the art of potato farming.

Mr. Rafferty, hasn't anybody
around here warned you

that the land hereabouts

is absolutely no good
for growing potatoes?

Oh, sure they've warned me.

I've been warned by everybody.

But they've all
reckoned without..

...without this.

What is it?

- Sod.
- Dirt, you mean?

It's a handful of magic sod
from old Ireland.

Mixed with the local soil

it'll grow potatoes
as big as watermelons.

Oh, really?

Timmy! How many times
have I told you

that a-that a saloon is
no place for a boy of your age?

Well, gee, I get
lonesome all by myself

over at the
livery stable, Mr. Rafferty.

The poor lad's an orphan.
I do my best to take care of him

and teach him to toe
the straight and narrow.

(Terrance)
'Now, be off with you.'

Timmy.

Yes, sir?

Here, you put
that in your jeans.

(Timmy)
'Gee, thanks, mister.'

Yeah, but you better
stay out of this saloon.

(Terrance)
'That was a very decent thing

'presenting the boy
with your last penny.'

I'm just trying to change
my luck, Mr. Rafferty.

And so it has changed.

A-and I myself will see to it.

What are you driving at?

I'll get you a job
in the railroad.

Thanks, but no thanks,
Mr. Rafferty.

My old pappy always told me
to beware of regular employment.

It just leads to clean living.

B-but you must
earn money for food.

Eh, you can't go
begging in the streets.

Yeah, I guess you
got a point there.

If you can find an opening
for me in that supply house..

It isn't too hard on the back.

Ah, there's nothing doing
in the supply house, I'm afraid.

Ah! But only this morning,
Mr. Simon Girty was saying

that he had room for more men
in the pick-and-shovel crew.

Ah, oh, Mr. Girty!
Just a mo..

Oh, uh, Mr. Girty,
excuse me just a moment, please.

I-I want to introduce you..

Just over here.
Uh, this is Mr. Maverick.

Uh, he's in desperate
need for honest labor.

Oh, let me see your hands.

Not quite callused enough
for pick-and-shovel work.

Not quite. Like fingerin'
a pound of butter.

Oh, oh, you mustn't mind
Mr. Girty's outspokenness.

He means no harm, Bart.

And it's a foolish man
who loses his temper.

I'm not angry.

In fact, I agree with
everything the gentlemen says.

You'll never make
your mark in life

if you give up so easily.

Mr. Girty, you'll be doing
yourself a great favor

if you employ this man.

Rafferty,
ever since you signed on

you've been puttin' your nose
into everyone else's department.

Now, stop bein' so bossy

and let me run
my own life, will you!

Bossy, did he say?

And me, with the sweetest
disposition of any man

this side of the River Shannon!

(Girty)
'All railroad hands

Ah, just a moment,
just a moment, boys.

Now, these fellers
have just arrived.

They've been working
very hard all week

and they deserve
a little motivation.

Now, relax, boys.
Take it easy.

I said all hands outside

and you first,
ya meddlin' old goat!

Meddling old goat, am I?

Take care of that for me,
Mr. Maverick, will you?

You said yourself,
it's a foolish man

who lets his temper
get the best of him.

But in my case there
are extenuating circumstances.

Uh, Mr-Mr. Girty

another moment of your time!

(male #2)
'You shouldn't have done

Take me
precious bottle out there.

Things are gonna get rough.

- You gotta get out of here.
- Take me bottle to safety.

And leave the rest to me.

Do you want to break
that precious bottle?

Now get me bottle
out of all this turmoil.

(Timmy)
Mr. Maverick?

- Mr. Maverick?
- Hmm.

Oh.

Oh, Timmy,
how did I get out here?

Well, after that fight was over

the bartender tossed out
all the unclaimed bodies.

Mr. Rafferty.

Well, they dumped all the
railroad workers into a wagon

and took 'em back
to the construction camp.

Hey, that's
Mr. Rafferty's sod, isn't it?

Hmm?

Oh, yeah, that's
Mr. Rafferty's sod.

He asked me
to hold it for him.

What kind of an idiot am I

to take a beating like that
just for an old bottle of dirt?

Couldn't you be
a little bit more gentle?

I'm sorry, sir,
did I hit you?

You didn't hit Mr. Muldoon,
you threw him.

Who is Mr. Muldoon?

Such as himself.

Mr. Muldoon always refers
to himself in the third party

so he can mention
his own fabulous talent

without the appearance
of conceit.

'And 'tis happy I am
to meet you, Maverick.'

How do you know my name?

Sure, was Mr. Muldoon
there all the time

you were gabbin'
with Terrance Rafferty?

I didn't see you in that saloon.

You couldn't very well see
inside the bottle, could ya?

What?

Aye, this bottle has been
Mr. Muldoon's prison

for all these many months.

'But I see that
puzzles you a little bit.'

- Yes, slightly.
- Well, it's a simple fact.

Mr. Muldoon is a leprechaun.

What?

Have ya never heard mention
of the word leprechaun?

I have. Rafferty says they're
magic people living in Ireland.

Now there's a bright lad.

And for freein' Mr. Muldoon,
he's grantin' ya five wishes.

Five? I thought it was
only supposed to be three.

Three? Sure, any average
leprechaun can grant you three.

Mr. Muldoon is a little bit
more generous than that.

'Tis five wishes, Maverick.
Think of it, five!

'What'll it be?'

I think you better find some
nice place to sleep it off.

Oh, Mr. Muldoon
never touches a drop.

In that case, I better find some
nice place and...sleep it off.

The only problem is,
Timmy, where?

They let me bed
down at the livery stable

in return for watching
the place at night.

There's plenty of hay for two.

That's a good idea.
Thanks, Timmy.

Well, Mr. Muldoon. It's
been a pleasure meeting you.

- But you don't...
- Uh, see you tomorrow.

B-but..

How did he get here so fast?

Mister, we're not in the market
for magic potions, or whatever

it is you're selling.
So why don't you just run along?

Run along, is it?

When it's Mr. Muldoon's duty

to watch over ya until
your five wishes are used up?

There must be somethin'
that you have your heart set on.

Well, there is,
a good night's sleep.

Don't use your wishes up
so lightly, man.

Think hard before ya decide.

If I make a wish,
then will you let me sleep?

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Alright, I want some money.

Oh, Mr. Muldoon is disappointed
in you, Maverick.

'Tis the unselfish wish that
always works out for the best.

Nevertheless,
I still want money.

Well...then I must warn you.

To prevent unseemly greediness,
only one money wish is allowed.

Fine.

Alright, then,
how much shall it be?

Five shillings?
100,000 pounds? What?

I'd like it in dollars.

Dollars. Well,
you have to specify how many.

Well, let's see, uh..

Let's say $22,409, to be exact.

Twenty-two thousand,
four hundred and nine dollars.

Whoosh!

Wish granted.

Thank you very much, sir.
Now may I retire?

Don't you even wanna
look at the money?

Where is it?

What's that thing over there?

- A feed..
- 'Tis there.

Look here!

- A suitcase.
- 'Open it up, open it up!'

Wow! There must be
a million dollars in here!

Twenty-two thousand,
four hundred and nine dollars

to be exact.

Or did you ask for 509?

Mr. Muldoon's memory isn't like
it used to be 400 years ago.

Well, aren't you
gonna count it, Mr. Maverick?

- No.
- Why not?

This is a dream, Timmy. And I
refuse to make a fool of myself

even in a dream.

Oh!

- Am I dreaming, too?
- No!

Yes.

Uh, Timmy, uh...
you're just part of my dream.

Well, maybe this money
belongs to somebody.

We oughta give it
to the sheriff.

Mr. Muldoon
has performed his duty

with characteristic
dispatch and efficiency.

'What you do with the money
now is up to you.'

I'm gonna hold onto it
myself for a while.

Well, maybe that's not honest.

Now, Timmy, this is a dream.
This money really doesn't exist.

Then why don't ya
give it to the sheriff?

This is my dream,
and I'll run it as I see fit.

Goodnight, all.

(Mr. Muldoon)
'You know, Mr. Muldoon

'to the odd headgear
they wear in this country.'

'Would you care to trade?'

- No, thanks.
- Alright.

Ah! You're lookin'
for the suitcase.

It's right there.

I just counted to see
if the right amount was there.

Twenty-two thousand,
four hundred and nine dollars

to the penny.

Where's Timmy?

Eh, the boy knows a few friendly
hens who're gonna provide us

with breakfast.

Oh. Well, now that
Timmy's outside

I think it's time for you and I
to have a nice long talk.

Oh, good.

(Mr. Muldoon)
'There's nothin'

'than a lengthy discussion.'

Sit down here. I wanna hear
the story of your life.

Oh!

Well..

Mr. Muldoon was born
in Ireland 543 years ago.

At the age of eight, Mr. Muldoon
was celebrated far and wide

for his honesty,
and his unfailing industry...

Mr. Muldoon, couldn't we skip
the first half century or so?

What I'm interested
in knowing is how

you just happened
to be here in Desert Gap.

Mr. Rafferty brought me over
from Ireland in that bottle

unbeknownst to him, of course.

You see, Mr. Muldoon
was sound asleep under a pebble

and Terrance Rafferty came along

scooped up
a handful of dirt, and...

Just a moment, Mr. Muldoon,
could we go back a little ways?

Do you mean to tell me that you
were asleep under a pebble?

You see, leprechauns are
sometimes known as wee people.

And when they sleep, they shrink
to the size of your thumbnail.

I'll take that suitcase,
if you don't mind!

Who are you?

The owner of that there money,
and I've come to collect it.

Now, just a moment
here, young man.

Do you realize all Mr. Muldoon
has to say is one word

and that weapon is useless?

- Say it.
- Huh?

- Say it!
- Oh.

Gun, immobilized.

Whoosh!

What's he talkin' about?

Uh...see, this gentleman
happens to be a leprechaun

and, uh, he has the power
to perform magic.

So, if you'll just
hand me that gun.

Could it be that that weapon
is not of Irish manufacture

and, therefore,
immune to a Gaelic spell?

Stronger efforts are needed.
That's Mr. Muldoon's theory.

- Forget it.
- Hoo, hoo, hoo!

- Forget it.
- Gun, now you're immobilized!

Whoosh!

We'll see
if me theory works out.

If you'll be so kind as to fire
at Mr. Maverick again.

Please don't be so kind.
Mr. Muldoon, you can't take...

- Whoosh!
- It's rather..

Why don't ya try to stop him?

You know, it puzzles Mr. Muldoon
why the spell didn't work.

If that had been a shillelagh,
instead of the weapon he had..

Oh, it's a fine leprechaun
I get lashed up with.

I doubt you can
even do card tricks.

Well, you still have
the money, haven't you?

A lotta good that's gonna do me.

What's to prevent that bandit
from coming back with friends?

Well, will ya take
some advice from Mr. Muldoon?

No.

Mr. Muldoon is
over 500 years older than you

and it'll do you well to listen
to the voice of experience.

Fine chance I've got
of keepin' you shut up.

Well, now, this is me theory.

I think we should entrust
the suitcase to someone else

for the time bein', until
this hallucination dies down.

- Why not the sheriff?
- No, no, no, no.

The sheriff
will impound the money.

There'd be a legal
investigation, that'd take time

and it might be years before
you get the money free again.

Mr. Muldoon, that's the first
sensible remark you've made.

You know,
after travelin' so long

with Terrance Rafferty

Mr. Muldoon can vouch
for his character.

Timmy, give me that suitcase.

Good. You go out
in that corral

and get three horses
and get 'em saddled.

Make it two, Mr. Muldoon
has traveled for 543 years

without climbing aboard
one of those monsters

and I have no wish
to break that record now.

Alright, Timmy, make it two!

Here, you take this and
get yourself some breakfast.

The leprechauns
have no pang for hunger.

- Alright.
- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I'll just take that
for a souvenir.

(Bart)
'And that's the whole story.'

I don't blame ya if you don't
believe a single word of it.

Why should I
not believe you, lad?

Things like this had happened
in Ireland all the time.

Eh, the leprechaun will grant
ya five wishes, you see.

(Bart)
'Just four wishes. See, I've

- You're a lucky man, Maverick.
- Oh, real lucky.

It isn't everybody who gets
to be shot at before breakfast.

'Twere to be different when you
settle down to family life.

You know, there's nothing
like a hearth and a home

and a fine plump wife
performing gastronomic miracles

on a kitchen stove.

I'm sure you and Mrs. Rafferty
are very happy, sir.

- I'm a bachelor, lad.
- Hmm?

In my case, they're all
extenuating circumstances.

But I've got the very girl
in mind for you, Maverick.

Me niece, Katie.

Mr. Rafferty, I'm merely
interested in you finding

a place to hide that money until
I discover who it belongs to.

Uh, that I can tell you, lad.

- It belongs to the railroad.
- What?

You see how these serial numbers
are all in sequence?

Look at this list of serial
numbers that were lost

in last week's payroll robbery.

Why, that
bubble-headed leprechaun!

He's foisted stolen money on me.

Oh, you mustn't go maligning
the wee folk, Maverick.

I'm sure if you'd specified
that you wanted unstolen money..

'...Mr. Muldoon
would've obliged.'

I imagine that copies
of this list are all over town.

Maybe whoever stole that money,
hid it in the livery stable.

Why would he do
a thing like that, Timmy?

Hey, who owns
that livery stable?

Simon Girty. Eh, the boss
of the pick-and-shovel gang.

The fellow I had the little
discussion with last night.

He might be the one
that tried to hold us up.

Make sure Mr. Girty
doesn't see that valise.

Oh, trust Terrance Rafferty
to manage the family's affairs.

Oh, I'm sure
you'll do a fine job.

Timmy, you stay here with
Mr. Rafferty, you understand?

Okay, but I still think
you oughta talk to the sheriff.

Exactly what I'm gonna do,
but first, I'm gonna see

our leprechaun friend.

Oh! Something I can
do for you, sir?

Yes, I'm interested in one
of these fancy headpieces.

Oh, might I suggest something
a little more spritely in color?

That seems a little old for you.

I think it is.
Maybe in another century or so.

Mr. Muldoon may pass this way
again 200-300 years from now.

I see, I think.

Now, that looks
like a nice one.

Oh-h, that's lovely, sir!

Oh, that it is.

Now, wouldn't our Banyon
be jealous of that one, though?

Walter Banyon, the rancher?

No. Three-eyed Banyon,
the elf.

- The what?
- The elf.

Now, what manner of man would be
wearin' a headpiece like that?

None that I know of.
That's a lady's hat!

Bless me. Is it now?

- 'Tis a joke on Mr. Muldoon.
- It isn't much of a joke on me.

I've better things to do than
waste my time on a prankster!

Prankster? What nonsense
are you prattlin' to me, man?

You know well that my competitor
put you up to this!

You ought to be
ashamed of yourself!

Is it the custom of this
land for the proprietor

to subject his clientele
to a string of abuse

before settlin' down
to the business at hand?

Business at hand? Hah!

I doubt whether you got
a-a penny in your pocket!

Oh!

Well!

What do you think of that now?
What do you say to that?

Hmm.

Well, what do you say?

Help! Help!

Sheriff! Help!

Muldoon..

Where are you, Mr. Muldoon?

Do you happen to be
in your wee state, Mr. Muldoon?

Oh, stop being
ridiculous, Maverick.

"Mr. Muldoon..

"...wait here for me.

I have gone looking
for the sheriff."

Mr. Maverick, it might just
interest you to know that

the sheriff's been
a-lookin' for you.

(Bart)
'We're in jail. How come?'

In all of his 543 years,
Mr. Muldoon has never had

such a confusin' day.

And tell me,
what happened to him?

After you left
to see Mr. Rafferty

Mr. Muldoon took himself
over to the local haberdashery

to purchase one of those
fancy headgears.

'No sooner had he shown
the proprietor his money'

and the man
went out of his mind!

Now let me try
to piece this together.

The proprietor compared
the bill you gave him

to a list that he had.
Then he called the sheriff.

When the sheriff got there,
he asked where you got the bill

and you told them you got it
from your friend Maverick.

You wouldn't want
Mr. Muldoon to tell a fib?

Oh, no, not under
any circumstances.

Say, sheriff, could I talk
to you for a minute, please?

You sure can, Mr. Maverick.

You can tell me where you got
that payroll money cached at.

Sheriff, uh, you, uh,
you know Terrance Rafferty

he works in the supply room
up at the construction camp.

- Yeah.
- Well, he's got the money.

Rafferty's in
on this thing with you?

Now, sheriff, I didn't steal
the money. I said I found it.

I was on my way to tell
that to you, until you two

knocked me over the head
in that livery stable.

That note he wrote said
he was gonna look for you.

Yeah. Mr. Trask, why don't you
ride out to camp there..

...and see what Mr. Rafferty
knows about all this.

Okay.

There's a reward offered for
the return of the payroll money.

(sheriff)
'I'd like to see

Providin' your story holds up.

If it don't, well,
I'll get you off in about..

...20 years on the rock pile.

Now! Will you take
Mr. Muldoon's advice now?

Mr. Muldoon, I've been..

Well!

It's about time you got back.

You said to talk to Rafferty,
and that's what I've been doing.

- 'He's gone.'
- 'Where to?'

(Trask)
'Nobody at the camp

Sometime this afternoon, he must
have locked up the supply room

and taken off.

Yeah?

Would you take the advice of an
older and wiser head than yours

and tell the sheriff about
your suspicions of Simon Girty.

- Uh, sheriff.
- Yeah.

Sheriff, you know, it's entirely
possible that Simon Girty

found out that Rafferty
had that valise, and...

Hold on now. What's
Simon Girty gotta do with this?

Sheriff, I think Simon Girty
was in on that original holdup.

Nonsense. Cousin Simon
wouldn't do a thing like that.

He's your cousin?

Mr. Maverick, it appears
to me that you've got yourself

in just about enough trouble

without goin' around accusing
innocent people. What gall!

My own flesh and blood
you're accusin'!

Mr. Muldoon, do you have
anymore helpful suggestions?

I've never seen
the likes of you, Maverick

for a man that's worryin'
and frettin' all the time.

It's an everlastin' wonder you
haven't dropped dead of old age.

Supposin' Rafferty
takes all that money and buys

the biggest potato patch
in the world. Then what?

Ah! Hasn't Mr. Muldoon vouched
for Rafferty's character?

Isn't Mr. Muldoon the keenest
judge of people in Ireland?

We're not in Ireland, we happen
to be inside this jail.

I wish were out,
so we'd go look for Rafferty.

Don't you unders..
What's wrong with you?

- Wish is granted.
- Well, what?

You wished you were out of jail,
and your wish has been granted.

And that's the second,
by-the-by.

I notice we're
still in the jail.

Well, these things
take a moment or two.

Especially when you didn't
specify the exact way in which

you told me
how to be released.

Now, I've warned you
time and time again, Maverick...

(sheriff)
Alright, you two,

You see?

- Just a coincidence.
- What is?

It.. Oh, it's a private
argument, sheriff.

- How come you're letting us go?
- Somebody put up your bail.

- Who?
- Young woman over there.

Hi, Bart.

Why?

Who's your handsome friend?

Oh, uh, Bonnie Shay,
this is Mr. Muldoon.

Sure is a pleasure
to meet a beautiful lass.

Say, sheriff, could I
have my gun back, please?

I ain't even gonna
answer that question.

But if you think
about leavin' this town

'you'll be back
in that jail cell so fast'

'it'll make your head spin.'

That's very clearly put.

Bonnie.

Tell me, darlin',
why did you bail me out?

Can't a girl
do a favor for a friend?

Sure, but of course, some girls
might want something in return.

Oh, pay him no mind.
I've never seen such a man for

lookin' a gift horse
in the mouth.

Not that you're a gift horse...

- Muldoon.
- Huh?

How'd you like me to wish that
you lose your power of speech?

I know you helped that dealer
cheat me in the card game.

I can't help wondering,
why all of a sudden

you're so anxious
to do me a favor.

Just because I did cheat you.

Now, Hatfield's the owner.
I was just following orders.

I've been so ashamed
of myself ever since.

This is my way
of making it up to you.

What do you think?

Well?

Mr. Muldoon is not uttering
a sound until you retract

that hideous statement about
wishing him to become a mute.

Oh, come on, Muldoon,
it was a kind of a joke.

A joke was it?
What kind of a joke is it..

...that's a threat,
that's so fearful

that it turns
a man's bones into porridge.

Okay, okay, I'll retract it.
All I want is a yes or no.

Can we trust her? You're
a great judge of character.

Of course you can trust her.
Even a toddlin' child could see

that she can barely
utter a breath of harm.

Thanks.

- Thank you, Mr. Muldoon.
- 'My pleasure, ma'am.'

Shall we?

(Bart)
'What happened here?'

After that free-for-all
the other night

Sheriff Bundy closed the place.

The lantern's over there, Bart.

Bonnie, you sure
the owner won't mind?

Hatfield doesn't mind.
Do you, Hatfield?

- No, I don't mind a bit.
- Nice work, Bonnie.

Even a toddlin' child couldn't
read any harm in her, eh?

Could be the dry western air
has an effect on Mr. Muldoon's

'sixth sense.'

- What's he talkin' about?
- Search me.

He carried on like that in
the livery stable this morning.

I think maybe he's, uh..

That does it!

Well, let me tell you
somethin', my friend.

You're about to
become immobilized.

A sample of what Mr. Muldoon
is capable of when aroused

And hereafter, the next..

'Twas only shadow
immobilization, it was.

T-t-t.. The schemin'trickster!

Alright, that's enough, Girty.

We've got business
to take care of.

Now, where's
the payroll money, Bart?

Don't suppose you'd believe me
if I told you I didn't know.

- No, I wouldn't.
- Then I won't tell you that.

Now, that's sensible.

Because we put a lotta planning
into making this robbery happen.

'We don't aim to let anybody
walk off with the first prize.'

Now, listen, Bonnie.
If I'd known that was your money

I never would have touched it.

You'll find a suitcase buried at
the base of Dutchman's Needle.

Oh! 'Tis a fib
you're tellin', Maverick.

And Mr. Muldoon takes
a dim view of tellin' fibs.

The truth of the matter is,
we entrusted the suitcase

'to a worthy friend.'

Who am I supposed to believe?

Well, if you ask me, that one's
too simple-minded to be a liar.

Oh!

You're absolutely right,
Mr. Girty.

As a matter of fact,
Mr. Muldoon has never told

one lie in his entire life.
Right, Mr. Muldoon?

Right.

Mr. Muldoon,
how old are you now?

Five hundred and
forty three goin' on

'five hundred and forty four.'

And would you kindly
tell us how you got from

Ireland to America?

In a bottle,
you're aware of that.

- A bottle?
- What kind of a bottle?

It was an every day
ordinary chemist bottle.

Just about so big
and greenish in color.

That's enough!
That's enough!

Alright, Bart.
You proved he's lyin'.

But that doesn't mean
you're telling the truth.

Girty, get a shovel
and go out to Dutchman's Needle.

We'll wait here.

Alright, Maverick.
Hands behind your back.

He should've been
back half hour ago.

Riding by night,
he'll have to take it slow.

In all his 543 years,
Mr. Muldoon has never been

this uncomfortable.

This is a picnic
compared to what it's gonna be

when Girty gets back here
without that suitcase.

Why'd you have
to tell 'em a fib?

They wouldn't have
believed the truth anyway.

Had to lie to them, was the only
way we could stall for time.

Perhaps you should use one
of your wishes now to resolve

this unfortunate situation.

Every time I use one
of my wishes, I seem to end up

worse off than I was before.

How could you possibly be
any worse off than you are now?

I don't know. But if anyone
could manage it, you can.

It's because of you
that we have..

What's wrong?

Your hands were
just in front of you.

They were not.

You were just
rubbing your wrists.

Sure 'tis
the truth you speak.

This is a maddening
country, America.

One minute the power is there,
the next it's gone.

Shh! Can you try it again?

Try it.
Concentrate.

Muldoon, concentrate.

- What do we do now?
- Untie me.

Now what?

If he isn't back soon,
I'm goin' after him.

Take it easy.

'Ever think that Girty
might've dug up that money'

and kept right on goin'?

I won't be forgettin'
those kind words, Hatfield.

Take it easy.
Did you find the suitcase?

No, the reason I'm late.

I dug up half the countryside
to make sure it wasn't there.

Maverick lied.

You've got
one more chance, Bart.

- Where's the money?
- I don't know, Bonnie.

Listen, Muldoon was telling
the truth in the first place.

Sure he told the truth.
He's 543 years old

and he lives in a bottle.

- 'Alright, Girty.'
- Let's go!

- I thought you tied 'em up.
- I did!

Oof! Is it always
like this in America?

Doesn't anybody
ever sit down

and converse quietly
over a cup of tea?

You be still.

Oh! Never sneak up
on Mr. Muldoon, boy.

Always announce
yourself at a distance.

We've wasted
enough time, Maverick.

(Hatfield)
'Come on out.'

There a back way outta here?

There's loose boards
we can squeeze through.

Let's go. Come on.

Timmy, can we trust
Sheriff Bundy?

Now, you tell Mr. Rafferty

we'll be waiting for him
at the sheriff's office.

Now, go ahead.

The sheriff's office,
did you say?

Right now the safest place
for us is back there in jail.

- But...
- 'Maverick!'

Come on!

Oh, to the
sheriff's office it is.

He's standing
over there by the jail.

It's such a short dash
across that street

to that beautiful,
beautiful cell.

It's a 15-yard dash
out in the open.

Know how many shots Hatfield
can pump into us in that time?

Mr. Muldoon doesn't know
and nor does he wish to be told.

What's that?

It's a night stage
coming through.

We can take cover
behind that as it passes by.

(Girty)
'Something I can do

What are you doing here?

Oh, just helpin' out
my cousin, the sheriff.

Heard he needed more deputies,
so, uh...I volunteered.

Where's cousin sheriff now?

Makin' sure you don't get on
that stage that just arrived.

Left me in charge,
actually trusts me.

Now then, Maverick. Tell me
where that payroll money is

or you're gonna get shot
resistin' arrest.

- Rafferty has the money.
- Where is he?

I wish I knew, Girty.

- No, Mr. Muldoon, please.
- Wish granted.

What?

Mr. Maverick enquired
to the whereabouts

of Terrance Rafferty.

And Mr. Muldoon
is not one to shirk his duty.

Very likely Mr. Rafferty
will be coming through

that door at any moment.

- Where'd he come from?
- He was on the stagecoach.

I thought maybe he could
clear up a few things for me.

Maverick and his partner
were giving me some trouble

so I had to draw on 'em.

That's a fib,
an outrageous fib!

Girdy's lying. He was gonna
shoot us down in cold blood.

Now, cousin Simon
wouldn't do a thing like that.

(Bart)
'He's got a lotta reasons.'

He was in on that robbery
with Hatfield and Bonnie Shay.

Oh, what're you
talkin' about, Maverick?

Why, I hardly know
Hatfield and the Shay girl.

Then why're you
so thick with them lately?

I saw you last night having
dinner together with 'em.

They just happened to sit
at my table, that's all.

Oh, well, I see.
Go ahead, Maverick.

They stole and hid the money
in the livery stable.

That's where I found it.
Didn't know whose it was.

I gave it to Rafferty
for safekeeping. Didn't I?

You did no such thing.

The money
in the suitcase, remember?

I have no notion at all
as to what he's talking about.

Uh, sheriff, uh..

...could I have a word with
Maverick in private, please?

Why?

I could persuade him to
make a clean breast of things.

Alright, use that cell there.

It's for your own good
that I lied about the money.

My own good? You know
what'll happen if I'm lucky?

I'll get
20 years in a rock pile.

If not, I'm gonna get shot
by either Girty or Hatfield.

There is, of course,
a third alternative.

A third alternative? I'm afraid
to hear mention of it.

Nonsense,
it'll be the making of you.

Now, listen,
this very afternoon

I received a telegram
that me niece Katie

were just arrived in Humbolt
City all the way from Ireland.

So I-I locked up me supply room

and I went in the stage
to fetch her.

Oh, uh, sheriff.

Would you be good enough to ask
the-the sweet creature outside

'to step inside for a minute,
if you please?'

Yeah.

Oh, Katie will make
a fine wife for you.

What? Mr. Rafferty,
I don't want to get married.

Now, listen, you're in
no position to quibble.

If you don't do
what I tell ya..

...I'll not support your story
with the sheriff.

Ah, here's your intended now.

Hello, dear.

Pardon me.

Eh, eh, Katie and I
have been talking things over.

Your third wish is to be
for a-a potato farm.

We'll-we'll work it together,
all three of us.

Work?

Oh, it'll be a bit hard on you.

In the beginning,
with-with all that digging.

But in a little while,
your hands will cease

to bleed and bruise.

And-and you'll learn
to love the art of farming.

Bleed and bruise?

Oh, obviously
it'd be worth it.

Because at nights you'll have
Katie to come home to.

No more of that
foolish roistering in-in..

...in saloons,
and-and gambling holes.

Mr. Rafferty,
I like to roister.

I-I wouldn't let Katie hear you
say that, if I were you.

Do you know once,
she took two strong men

who'd had
a drop too much to drink

and clapped their heads
together like cymbals.

Both parties have worn
a pledge button ever since.

(Girdy)
'Mind if I smoke, ma'am?'

Yes!

Now...you've three alternatives

uh, to be jailed,
murdered or married.

Now, which is it to be?

(sheriff)
'Maverick.'

If you'll hurry up and confess

I may get you off
with 15 years.

Otherwise I'm gonna have
to tell the judge

to make it rough on ya.

Do you see how it is, Maverick?

Murdered.

Or married.

I-I'm quite sure
the first two alternatives

don't appeal to you, lad.

You can include the third one.

But, uh, you must
choose one of them.

There is one alternative

that you've overlooked,
Mr. Rafferty.

Excuse me.

(Bart)
'Mr. Muldoon..'

- Mr. Muldoon, I wish...
- Be careful now, Maverick.

'Cause you've two wishes left.

Make sure
it's not a selfish wish

...you found
out that selfish wishes

they only bring you tr...

- Mr. Muldoon!
- Now, what'll it be?

I wish I never set
eyes on you before.

But you still have
one wish remainin'.

Nevertheless,
I wish I never set eyes on you.

Oh...well.

Why didn't you say that
in the first place?

(Mr. Muldoon)
'Wish granted'.

(Timmy)
'Mr. Maverick? Mr. Maverick?'

- Mr. Maverick?
- Huh?

Mr. Maverick?
Are you alright, Mr. Maverick?

Where is Mr. Muldoon?

Who?

Mr. Muldoon.

Mr. Muldoon? I don't know him.

Of course you know him. He's
the leprechaun that gave us..

Ooh!

How'd I get
that lump on my head?

Well, during the brawl last
night, somebody clobbered ya.

You've been out cold ever since.

Uh.

Rafferty's bottle.

He oughta be here soon.
You can give it back to him.

He went to meet
his niece from Ireland

who's comin' in on the stage.

Uh, um..

Timmy, you tell him an emergency
came up, I had to leave town.

Give him this bottle, please.

Feeling any better, Bart?

(Girty)
'Does look kinda pale,

Yeah.

Oh, Mr. Maverick!
Uh, come in, me dear.

This is the lovely gentleman
I was talking to you about.

This is me niece, Maverick.

- How do you do, Mr. Maverick?
- 'How do you do, I'm..'

You're a
lovely-looking girl, Katie

but I must warn you
that I'm not the marrying kind.

- Have you gone daffy, lad?
- Huh?

Me niece's name is Maureen.

And she's been
spoken for long since.

The poor fellow had
a nasty crack over the head.

I'm feeling much better now.
Thank you, Mr. Rafferty.

So, you are already married,

Yes.

(Bart)
'Things are looking beautiful.'

Uh, except for Timmy.

Timmy? What's
the matter with Timmy?

I just hate to see a kid
grow up all alone like that.

I wish he had a family
to look after him.

Mr. Rafferty...
your bottle, I dropped it.

(Timmy)
'I was playing with it,

Eh, it's alright, boy.

Don't let a little thing
like that worry your baby head.

Me niece's husband has brought
along a fresh supply

of the old sod.

Come on.

(male #3)
Indeed he has!

Phew!

A whole suitcase full,
and it must weigh a ton.

- Matt?
- Yes, darlin'?

I've been told that
this sweet lad is an orphan.

Is he now?

It'll be long before we have
a family of our own now, so..

'What do you think?'

The same as you do,
darlin', as usual.

Timmy, would you like
to live with us for a while?

You wouldn't have to stay
if you don't like it.

Well, I-I..

Oh-oh, what's
become of me manners?

'You two
haven't been introduced.'

Mr. Maverick, Mr. O'Grady.

How do you do?

Uh, how do you do? I..

Have we met before?

You know, your name
rings a familiar bell.

Have you ever been
in the county of Cork?

No.

You know,
an odd thing happened just now.

It certainly did.

No, I was referring
to the way that..

...that Maureen took
such a sudden liking to the boy.

Sure, she's always loved
children. What's odd about that?

Eh, no, it was the way
that it happened.

'A moment before you arrived,
Mr. Maverick expressed a wish'

that he'd like to see the boy
have a family of his own.

Then, whoosh, just like that,
it's an accomplished fact.

It's like I've always said.

'Tis the unselfish wish that
always works out for the best.

* 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, Annabell *

* Luck is the lady
that he loves the best *

* Natchez to New Orleans *

* Livin' on jacks and queens *

* Maverick is
the legend of the west *

* Riverboat, ring your bell *

* Fare thee well, Annabell *

* Luck is the lady
that he loves the best *

* Natchez to New Orleans *

* Livin' on jacks and queens *

* Maverick is
the legend of the west *