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You just rest easy in there, son.

Circuit judge will be in town next week.

He'll see that you get a fair trial.

How do you do that, sheriff?

Folks in this town have already tried me.

We both know the verdict.

Keep a close eye on him, George, now.

He's inclined to be the least bit tricky.

"Maverick."

Starring James Garner.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world.

Produced for television by Warner Brothers.

Six, seven, eight, nine, 3,000.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I'll give you a chance to get it back tomorrow.

I admire you, mister.

If I knew how to quit when I was ahead

I'd be a rich man.

You're ahead when you won ten cents.

Stop.

Now, you step in here real careful-like.

You got $3,000, I want it.

I'd advise you not to do it, son.

$3,000 is a lot of money

but it won't bring ya happiness

not when it's my $3,000.

I'll give it a try.

Let's have it.

It's got a hair trigger, mister.

Don't move.

It's not too late to change your mind.

I'll think about it.

Now, turn around so I won't have to kill ya.

It won't take me long to find you, kid

so take real good care of my money.

You gonna turn around?

Look, I don't wanna have to pull this trigger.

[Bret] A week later, I was on the kid's trail

after a few false starts

but by cutting down on old habits

like shaving and eating

I was making up for the lost time.

- Oh, howdy. - Howdy.

Yeah, you look like you've just about made it.

Almost.

Thought for a minute, you were U.S. Grant.

Well, it's been a couple of weeks

since I had time to shave.

I've been kind of lookin' for a fella.

I don't suppose he passed through here

a young kid about, uh, 22.

He was wearing black pants

and a checkity black and yellow shirt.

No, he ain't passed though here.

He was headed this way.

Yeah, he got here alright

just didn't leave.

If it's the same fella he pulled in

about three days ago.

Seems that he's, uh, stayin' over there

at the Paradise Saloon.

Just drinkin', I hope.

Oh, not him.

No, he put some new life in the local poker game.

He's been over there three days now

takin' on all comers.

Well, would you mind taking care of my friend?

I may be gone a little while.

Sure.

Alright, sir.

I think I'll just see that.

Out.

Aces and tens good enough?

Think we oughta take his boots off?

It's too late.

- There we are. - Get him on the table.

What happened?

I was never so insulted in my life.

What happened?

I knew that kid was no poker player

the minute he come in the game.

Accusin' decent card players of cheatin'.

- Yeah. - I can't stand a poor loser.

He lost, huh?

- Mm-hm. - How much did he lose?

Oh, heck he must've lost nine or $3,000.

Everybody in town's got part of that money.

That's a heartbreakin' thing.

Is he a friend of yours, mister?

No, but the money was.

Somebody better tell Bert Nicholson

he's got another customer.

Is there something wrong, ma'am?

No, I'm alright, thank you.

I'll move on if you want me to

but if I can help, I'd be glad to do it.

I'll be alright in a few minutes.

There's really nothing wrong.

Any school kid could tell there's somethin' wrong

when a young woman is out in the street alone

at night crying.

Hey, you're freezing.

No sense in you getting a chill.

Thank you.

You're very kind.

Would you feel better if you talked it out?

It's really not that important.

I just had a terrible fight with a man I'm engaged to.

I never knew he had such a bad temper.

He just walked off and left me here.

I'll be glad to walk you home.

I don't live here in town.

I live eight miles away.

Oh, I think we can make it.

I'm sure there's a buggy at the livery stable.

Mine's Mary, Mary Shane.

Well, I'm glad to know ya, Miss Shane

and glad to see ya feelin' better.

I guess I just went to pieces.

Are you warm enough now?

Yes, thank ya, but you must be freezin'.

Oh, I'm fine.

You know that man of yours must be quite a gambler.

I've never known him to gamble.

He is tonight

leavin' a girl like you alone in town.

We're comin' to a very narrow bridge.

It's dangerous if you don't know it.

Maybe I better get out and walk ahead.

Better if I did.

I know where to look.

Whoa, there!

You go real careful.

I'll follow slow.

Don't move till I tell you.

I'll call back if it's safe.

How does it look?

You alright, Miss Shane?

Miss Shane?

Miss Shane!

It's the darndest thing I ever hear of

but one thing, ain't not bridges

out that a-way.

Ain't nothin' to put a bridge over.

Somebody pulled one over on me.

Anybody named Shane live out that way?

Ain't nobody live out that way.

Any Shane that live in town?

I'm not much of a hand at rememberin' names.

What about faces?

A real nice lookin' woman.

Good figure, about 25, 26 years old

real pretty eyes, and, uh, light red hair.

Well, there was a red-headed lady

livin' over at Mrs. Clemmer's boardin' house.

She fits the description, but I'm pretty sure

it wasn't her.

Where's this boarding house?

Well, ya turn left down past the hotel.

It's a white two-story house.

Oh, look, friend, if I was you

I'd just figured I'd been pranked

and let it go at that.

You took the lady where she wanted to go

and she left ya.

You'll find other pretty girls.

I'd rather find this one.

Oh, what's so special about her?

The way's she's dressed, friend.

That coat of mine has a $1,000 bill

pinned in the pocket.

[Mrs. Clemmer] Alright, I'm comin'.

Huh, is that all you got to do?

Run around wakin' people up 10 o'clock at night?

[Bret] Excuse me ma'am, I'm lookin' for a young lady.

I was told she lives here.

Well she don't.

Uh, a young lady with red hair

very pretty, about 26.

Red hair you say? Light red hair?

Yes, ma'am.

The name she gave me was Mary Shane.

Oh, she did live here.

Well, could you tell me where I could find her?

Well, I'm real sorry, young man.

I hope Mary ain't a relative or something.

She died a week ago.

[Bret] And you'll have to admit, sheriff

it just doesn't make any sense at all.

I won't argue with that, there's no sense in it.

A woman's been dead for nine days

just sittin' out in the street cryin'

and you rent a buggy

and take her out to a bridge that don't exist

and she walks off with your coat and a $1,000 bill

just tucked in the pocket.

You always keep a $1,000 bill pinned

to your clothes?

That's right, for emergencies.

Uh-huh.

Alright, let's pretend I'm not drunk or delirious.

Did you know Mrs. Shane?

I knew her and thought high of her.

She hadn't lived in White Rock more than a year

but she was known and respected

a nice quiet widow woman, a lady.

Never any trouble that you knew of?

People in White Rock don't get into trouble

Mr. Maverick.

Did she have any kin folk?

No, no, she was just about gonna

get married, though.

She was engaged to Mr. Bert Nicholson.

Nicholson, who's he?

Mr. Bert Nicholson is

a leadin' citizen of White Rock.

He runs a hardware store and minds his own business.

Maybe I'll drop in on him tomorrow.

Yeah, yeah, that oughta make him feel a lot better.

There's nothin' like jokes in a time of sorrow.

I'll tell you what might be a better idea.

Why don't you see if maybe there's some money

pinned to your pants?

And if there is, get yourself a new coat

and a horse, and a new town to play in.

Well, I'll think about that, sheriff.

Right now I'd like to play this game out.

[Bret] Next morning, I took a little ride

out to where Mary Shane had vanished.

I hadn't really expected to find a bridge

and it's a good thing

because there wasn't one.

Now for the next act of "Maverick."

What's goin' on, what happened?

Things are startin' to make sense.

Who were you shootin' at?

Somebody was shootin' at me.

Oh, I admire you, Mr. Maverick.

You come to a small town like White Rock

and you find more excitement here overnight

than home folks do in a lifetime.

You still don't believe me?

You people can go back and finish your naps now.

Well, I try to believe ya, Maverick

my only trouble is, though

I don't believe in ghosts.

Well, I don't either, especially when they carry

Winchester rifles.

Yeah, it did sound like a rifle, didn't it?

Sheriff, ghosts usually wear white

at least the night riding kind do.

The ghost with the Winchester was wearing

a black broad clothed suit.

You know anybody that wears black broad clothe?

Yeah, there's you.

Nobody else?

There's Bert Nicholson.

He's the one that's engaged to Mary Shane?

Yeah, that's right.

Why would a man wear a black suite

to run a hardware store?

Because he's the undertaker, too.

[Bret] What did she die of Mr. Nicholson?

A bronchial condition.

That's what brought her to this part of the country

in the first place.

She was never, what you would call

a well woman, Mr. Maverick.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Is there anything else you could tell me?

I'm afraid that's all there is to tell.

Well, there was one thing more I'd like to know about.

Mr. Maverick, I'm sure you'll understand

the past few days have been very hard on me.

I've sustained a very great personal loss

and the whole subject is one that I find

painful to discuss.

Well, I can understand that.

What I wanted to know is

where were you 45 minutes ago?

I was right here.

You see, I have a funeral for tomorrow.

A young man was shot last night playing poker.

I know.

What kind of a gun do you carry, Mr. Nicholson?

Well, I have a Colt .38 revolver.

Half the time I never remember to carry it.

If you have no further questions, Mr. Maverick...

Maybe so me'll come to me.

I sure he don't aim to settle down here permanent.

Thought he looked a little strange

when he come in here yesterday.

He sure leads an interesting life.

Buggy ridin' with ghosts, and bein' shot at

by the undertaker.

I think that's real enterprisin' of Bert

drummin' up business that way.

He's beginning to look like a real go-getter.

[Bret] The undertaker had been nervous

but not careful.

So I managed to get close enough

to see what he'd come out here for.

To meet Mary Shane?

No, to play with rocks on a rock slide

which made as much sense as holding a funeral

for someone who was still very much alive

and taking a shot at me for being curious about it.

I know we wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea

of this town, mister.

Don't think all the girls here, is that...

Take me, I'm a local boy.

Don't ask me to take a buggy ride.

Not even the dead ones.

You gotta remember this Mary Shane

was an outta town girl.

[Bret] And in this town, it's always hard to tell

the live people from the dead ones.

Mister, we're not like city people.

Folks here in White Rock, they're quiet.

They go about their business.

That's one of the first things I noticed.

The liveliest thing seems to be the undertaking business.

Well, now, you ain't still mad

at our undertaker are you?

Undertaker has to make a livin'

just like everybody else.

[Bret] Oh, you folks are gettin' me wrong.

I'm all for a fella makin' a living

as long as his living doesn't interfere with mine.

I'm sure gonna remember that one.

Let's go, Harry.

Hank Foster.

Bret Maverick.

I guess I didn't get to hear the first part of that story.

Afraid it wasn't any funnier than the last part.

Well, they seem to get quite a kick outta

joshing ya about your girl.

My girl?

Well, this, uh, Mary, what's her name?

[Bret] Oh it's a local joke.

I hardly know the girl.

Just happened to spend part of the evening

with her last night

not knowing she'd been dead a week.

You mean, real dead

or, uh, just the type you run into in a town like this?

Prettiest ghost I ever saw.

[Hank] Well, that's sure a pity

but you can't get mad at the undertaker.

No, I guess ya can't.

Did I hear he took a shot at ya?

Someone did.

Usually it's the father that does the shootin'

but I haven't had much experience with ghosts.

You don't look like a local boy to me.

Thank you.

[Hank] Just passin' through on business, huh?

Just passin' through.

Well, I hope you make it.

Don't let them get you outnumbered.

- Good evening. - Evening.

Got a nice room on the street side?

I think so.

Maverick, that's the one over in the saloon

that sees ghosts, isn't it?

That's the one.

Good friend of Mary Shay.

Shane.

He sure does have a grudge

against your local undertaker, um

Mister, uh, what's his name?

Bert Nicholson.

If this poor Bert didn't have enough on his mind already...

Why, was he a friend of Mary Shane?

More than that.

They was right on the brink of gettin' married.

Isn't that a shame?

[Bret] I knew the key to the whole thing was right here.

Probably buried somewhere under the rock.

Wut where would I begin?

And what was I lookin' for?

Bert, I'm afraid.

Stop that, get ahold of yourself.

It could be anybody.

It's him, I know it's him.

What are we going to do?

You better hide in there quick.

Clear away some of that, just in case.

Who is it?

[Hank] I've got to talk to you, business.

What is it?

- Who are you? - Are you Nicholson?

Yes, that's right. What can I do for you?

You can tell me where the money is hid.

Money, what money?

All of it, mister, $60,000 with a Wells Fargo label on it.

Me, $60,000? Why, this is ridiculous!

It's gonna be worse than that.

It's gonna be fatal

in just about three seconds.

Oh, no, wait a minute, mister, you've

you've got the wrong man.

No, you got the wrong man.

You tried to kill a fella today

just because he and I fit the same description.

I don't make mistakes as easy as you do.

Not when there's $60,000 in the pot.

I've trailed that money a long way

and the trail leads right to you.

What would I know about $60,000?

What would you know about Mary Shane?

Mary Shane?

She died, they tell me

sudden and convenient.

- You don't make sense, mister. - I don't, huh?

if I wanted someone to think I was dead

who would I get to help me?

The undertaker.

Why, why would I do a thing like that?

Because maybe Mary Shane gave you something to do

like part of that $60,000.

When I count to three, this thing goes off.

- One. - Well, now, wait.

Now, Felton, listen...

Felton, that's real interesting.

I signed the hotel register Foster, too.

Wait, I'll-I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

I had a feeling you would.

It's hidden, it's buried in a box

out in the north side of the canyon.

That was a stupid thing to do.

Bert!

Well, isn't it nice to have the neighbors drop in?

I think we've had enough of your jokes, Maverick.

You make a special trip to tell me that?

You had me misjudging you. I thought you was harmless.

You had yourself a real good joke with Bert Nicholson

but he ain't laughin' anymore.

Would you mind telling me what you

good people are talking about?

Where were you 20 minutes ago?

I was ridin' out west of town.

- All by yourself? - That's right.

You made it real clear around here

that you don't think much of our undertaker.

I don't like being gunned

by a man I've never seen before.

And you're just the type to do something about it.

- Is that it? - In general.

Sheriff, what are you gettin' at?

You're under arrest for the murder...

- ...of Bertram Nicholson. - What?

And I'm obliged to warn you that you say may be used

in evidence against you.

You just rest easy in there, son.

Circuit judge'll be in town next week.

He'll see that you get a fair trial.

Keep a close eye on him, George, now.

He's inclined to be the least bit tricky.

He's a killer.

I knowed that the minute he rode into town.

I was the first one he talked to

and I could tell he was lookin' for guy...

- ...to gun right then. - How is that, Jeff?

Well, he come ridin' up to my place

lookin' mean as all get-out.

Well, he as much as said he was trackin' down...

- ...a man to kill. - Anybody in particular?

Sure, the kid you had to kill in that poker game.

The kid in the checkity shirt?

That's right, and when he found couldn't kill him

he started lookin' for somebody else.

Well, he's learning his lesson the hard way.

You just don't come into White Rock

and gun down decent people in their own funeral parlor.

Well, if don't know it now

he'll know it this time next week.

Judge McClure gives that element short shift.

I'd give him shorter than that.

I wouldn't even wait for Judge McClure.

He's been known to turn people loose.

What would you do?

When my daddy was a boy, the way he used to tell it

when they caught a killer they killed the killer.

Well, that's the way it oughta be now.

One thing we got plenty of around here...

- ...is cottonwood trees. - And rope.

We've got peace officers, too.

- Everything alright, George? - Quiet as a church.

Sure hope it stays that way.

You better keep that front door locked.

Afraid I might break out, sheriff?

No, afraid the folks in town might break in.

[George] Is it that bad?

Better get that shotgun, keep it across your lap.

Sure will, sheriff.

Who's out there?

You got a prisoner named Bret Maverick?

Who are you?

[Hank] I'm his lawyer.

- Anybody with ya? - No.

[George] Alright.

Let me hear your guns drop on the sidewalk.

Alright, state your business, mister.

I'm here to talk with my client

and the law doesn't allow anybody to stop me from that.

Go ahead and talk.

The law says we talk in private.

Can you leave me alone with him, please?

I can go outside, but I'll have to lock you

in the cell with him.

Well, that's the way they usually do it.

Howdy, Bret.

- Good evening. - Open it.

What are you doin' here?

I figured you needed a friend.

How'd you guess?

Well, there's sort of a citizen's meeting

going on over at the schoolhouse.

The shades are drawn.

You're not the one that who cashed

in that undertaker, are you?

In this town, I can't be sure he's dead.

Over there, they think you killed him.

They're organizing a hanging bee.

if you wanna help me, why don't you tell

the sheriff about it?

The sheriff can't help you now.

You've just done too much talking around here.

You as much as told them you'd get Nicholson...

- ...before he got you. - Did I?

And all that talk about that dead girl

didn't help any either.

It just doesn't make any sense at all.

You know, I keep getting the feeling that, uh

she's tied up with the rest of this some way.

You really think so?

Why don't you tell me the whole story and maybe I can

help you figure it out?

You know what I think?

What's that?

I think you're more interested in Mary Shane

than you are in Bret Maverick.

Are you her lawyer, too?

Alright, you've called me

and I suppose I have to show ya my cards.

That's agreeable with me.

I'm not here in this town by accident

and I'm not just a tramp cowpoke either.

I'm a special investigator for the railroad.

Well, doesn't that beat all?

Yeah. It just happens you know some things

I've got to know.

I'm prepared to make you a bargain.

Spell it.

You tell me everything you know

about this Mary Shane business

and I'll get you outta here ahead of the lynching party.

Maverick, look, I don't care a hoot about

these Cowtown hicks, or who hangs

for killing one of them.

All I want is to track down some money

that was stolen from my company.

And you don't want me to run out of breath

before I've talked to you.

There isn't much time.

Alright, what's the plan?

Disarm the deputy and lock him in his own jail

and just sort of watch him till you've had time

to ride outta town.

Can you do it without shootin' anybody up?

- Like who? - Like that deputy out there.

I don't want anybody hurt.

Nobody's gonna get hurt.

You don't think I want that kinda trouble, do ya?

Alright, it's a deal.

Good.

Now, the deputy's horse is out back.

You wait for me in that little grove

just beyond the west end of town.

Uh if you overshoot it

I'll manage to catch up with ya.

Jailer, any time you're ready.

I think you can let one of us out now.

Just come on out and lock up behind you.

You'll find your hardware out there where you dropped it.

Thanks a lot, sheriff.

Goodnight, Mr. Maverick.

You've got your case in good hands.

If it wasn't for you, I could be in bed asleep now.

Don't lose any sleep on my account.

Now, back to "Maverick."

Take your gun out real easy.

Now, unlock the door and step out onto the street.

I won't lose sight of you for a second.

Unlock the door.

Step inside.

There's nothing personal about this.

Don't make any noise goin' outta town.

- Maverick? - Yeah.

Oh, I see you made it alright.

Yeah, thanks to you.

Railroad detective, huh?

What's that for?

What were those shots I heard back there?

Well, I thought I heard shots.

Probably some of the crowd at the saloon.

The saloon was closed.

Oh, that's right, it was.

I thought so.

The deputy?

- Well, yes. - Why?

Well, if I hadn't, those people back there

would be lookin' for both of us.

Thanks, now they're just lookin' for me.

You know, Foster, this is a real tiresome habit

you're getting into.

This is the second killing you've hung on me.

Why'd you shoot Nicholson?

Well, I'll tell ya.

It's a funny thing about me...

[Bret] I couldn't ride back into town without the answer

and if I was ever going to find it

the rock slide was the only hope.

Ain't it time the house bought a drink?

I thought you went home for the night.

I did, but I seen your lights go back on.

You sleep with one eye cocked on this place?

I'm just bein' neighborly.

Why aren't you out searchin' the town with the others?

Well, I figured if you're gonna have to miss out on the fun

well, least I could do is keep ya company.

Any luck?

He don't seem to be hiding in town.

I don't see searchin' the countryside

in the dead of night.

Well, since we're all up, we might as well

have another drink.

[Bret] Good evening, Mrs. Shane.

Looks like we're bound to keep runnin' into each other.

How'd you find me?

Well, I can tell you, it wasn't easy.

I'll just bet it wasn't.

It's a long way from Montana to Texas

when you have to stop and kill people all along the way.

Now, that's a terrible thing to say about anybody.

It wasn't my husband's idea to break out of prison.

He promised me he'd serve his full sentence

so we wouldn't have to run anymore

and then you came along.

He wrote me about it.

It was you plan the break

and it was you killed the guard.

Maybe.

When you found out what you needed to know

about the hold-up money, you killed my husband, too.

And you killed Bert Nicholson!

You didn't have to kill Bert.

Ma'am, you're jumpin' to an awful lot of conclusions.

No, I'm not.

How could you have known where I was?

What name I was using?

Nobody but my husband knew that

and maybe the man he broke out of jail with.

You sound like you were there at the time.

I didn't have to be.

It was in the paper when the two of you escaped.

I'd knew you'd show up.

The paper gave your name and the description.

Yeah, I figured it would.

Ma'am, I wish you wouldn't stand so close to that.

One wrong step, and you could turn your ankle.

I take it this is where the treasure's buried.

How much money you figure we got here?

Exactly $59,400.

I used 600 to live on

while I was waitin for my husband.'

You sure buried it deep.

[Mary] The rock slide did that.

It wasn't my idea.

I'd recommend you use the shovel, Mr. Felton.

In fact, I insist on it.

Well, I'll be.

Take those guns out real easy and drop 'em.

Now, dig.

That's fair enough.

What do you think we oughta do with this money?

I know what I'm going to do with it.

I'm gonna turn it over to the people it belongs to

the money and you.

Couldn't you've turned it in when they captured your husband?

Saved everybody a lot of fuss and bother.

I promised him I'd hide out and hold it for him.

I was loyal to him.

And the undertaker, too?

Just you keep diggin'.

Well, the least you could do

is talk to me while I'm workin'.

It wasn't my fault I met Bert.

I couldn't help falling in love with him.

He was the kindest man I ever met.

But I still didn't tell him about the money.

Not till I read about the jail break.

If either one of ya had been smart

you'd have dug up the money and hit the trail right then.

We came to dig it up.

The rock slide was over it.

Ma'am, I'm thankful to ya.

You finally told me why you played dead.

When your husband got here, he'd hear the news

and keep on goin', right?

Use the shovel.

I'll take that.

Now, I'll take that.

I'll shoot.

I just thought you'd talk

a little easier holdin' a rifle.

I took the precautions to empty it first.

You're gonna kill me?

Mrs. Shane, I have a confession to make to you.

My name isn't Felton, and I never knew your husband.

I hope you brought your own coat this time.

That's good.

I've become attached to mine.

Shall we start back toward town?

If you're not Felton, who are you?

My name's Maverick, like I told ya before.

I'm just a plain old innocent bystander.

Tell me something, Mrs. Shane

what was the point and purpose of us going buggy riding?

Bert saw you in the saloon, and we knew Felton was comin'

and you matched the description.

I was to get ya out there where we stopped the buggy

and Bert would be waitin' with a rifle.

He was going to shoot me in cold blood?

We thought you were Felton.

It was kill or be killed.

Besides, Felton was wanted dead or alive.

Bert didn't show up.

There was a boy killed in a poker game

and they came to get Bert, and couldn't get out of it.

Sure is a small world, isn't it?

I didn't mean to keep you waitin' so long.

Oh, I see you've made good use of your time.

Well, now, that's more than I can say for you.

I figured you'd at least have your feet loose my now.

I've got to talk to you.

You can do all the talkin' you want on the way

to the sheriff's office.

I wanna talk in private.

You're among friends.

Oh, by the way, I forgot the introductions.

Mrs. Shane, Mr. Felton.

There's one thing I have to know.

Is my husband dead?

Did ya kill him?

I don't like the way you put that.

Let's just say he's dead.

[Bret] Alright, get on your horse.

Hey, sheriff!

I don't believe it.

Now, I'm gonna tell ya something, Mr. Maverick

up to a half an hour ago when that telegram came in

on those two convicts

I still didn't believe ya.

If we had hung ya

it sure would've been a joke on us.

Yeah, wouldn't it? So I'd have died laughin'.

You'll be staying with us for a while, won't ya?

At least till the reward comes through

on the Wells Fargo money?

That might not be a bad idea.

Sheriff, just how much do you figure that reward'll come to?

Well, I'm thinkin' five percent

I'd say around $3,000.

What's a matter, Mr. Maverick?

That's exactly how much the kid stole from me.

I'm just breakin' even.

Well, we could take care of that.

I don't suppose you're a poker playin' man?

Well, I've always meant to try it once.

Oh, Mr. Maverick, there's no time like the present.

And his credit's good.

Right this way.

- Chair for ya? - Thank you.

We always let new comers have first deal.

Well, thank you.

Now, let me see if I've got this right.

Uh, each player gets five cards, right?

Good evening.

I hope you enjoyed tonight's show

as much as we enjoyed bringing it to you.

The story we have for you next week

is a really unusual one.

Covering almost a year in Maverick's life.

It tells of a long search for four men.

These are the men, and this is the reason for the search.

A bank holdup in Dry Springs, Arizona

on May 8th,1872.

He was in some big operations, alright.

Mmm.

Oh, he-he told me all about that Dry Springs fracus.

One with Lefty Dolan and Whitey.

You know, I don't think I know

what you're talking about, mister.

Oh I think you do.

There's an innocent man serving life for that job.

And you're gonna get him out.

Well, I am disappointed Mr. Maverick.

Here I figured you'd at least robbed a bank or something.

Turns out, you're only a tin horn gambler.

Well, we can't all rob banks.

That's true enough.

[Bret] Why did Maverick have to find these men?

That's what makes our story.

And I think it adds up to one of our best so far.

I know you're innocent, but I can't prove it.

Now, how do you know I'm innocent?

Well, I was told so

by the man you were mistaken for, just before he died.

But that changes everything.

This is what I've dreamed of.

They've gotta let me outta here now.

The word of a dead man just doesn't seem to count.

I found that out.

Why did you visit him, Mr. Maverick?

I can't tell you that, ma'am.

You know something about this case, don't you?

- Very little. - But you do know something.

Please tell me.

Is there any hope for him?

I told you, I'm afraid there isn't.

Don't look scared, Whitey.

All you have to do is write your name on a piece of paper.

Hold it, Maverick!

Step away from him, Whitey.

[Bret] It's a story of mystery, surprise and suspense.

It's called "The Long Hunt."

And I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

See you next week.

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