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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.

A Warner Bros. television production.

♪ Who is the tall dark stranger there ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Luck is his companion, gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the west ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the west ♪♪♪

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 ♪♪