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One of them nooses up there is for you.

- Maybe not. - What do you mean?

Can't you boys get it through your heads?

One hanging's enough for one murder.

Yeah. So long as it ain't you.

I ain't confessing to somethin' I didn't do.

And me neither.

The odds are two-to-one, you don't have to.

One a piece.

High card confesses.

"Maverick."

Starring, James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world.

Produced for television by Warner Brothers.

[Bart] These are the Black Hills seated in 1868

to the noble Sioux Nation in perpetuity.

If the Sioux were not entirely clear on how long

perpetuity was, they soon learned.

- It was exactly seven years. - Yay!

[Bart] 1875, being the year the news got out.

There was gold in those hills.

And those half-naked savages were doing

absolutely nothing about it.

We moved in to show 'em how.

There are only two things wrong with Black Hills mining camps.

There weren't in United States territory, so they had to

well, meet the crime problem

in their own simple forthright way.

And the second thing.

They didn't like what they called "Card Sharks."

Unless an enterprising young poker player was willing

to spend his day shoveling rock and otherwise

disguising his honorable profession

he was better off where there was less free gold

and more law.

I suppose this is a nugget?

How should I know?

What would we do, old boy, if we made a strike?

A good one, I mean.

Oh, I wouldn't worry about it, Jim.

We can always sell out to somebody with a strong back.

Isn't that a beaut?

Maverick, my friend, it isn't worth it.

No matter how many gold-laden simpletons

might eventually join us for a friendly game

it isn't.

Howdy!

Name's Jones. Genessee Jones.

I'm Bart Maverick.

This is my partner, Jim Buckley.

Howdy. Eh, place here about for a fellow

could feed his face?

Hm, Frenchy Sues, just the other side of camp.

Frenchy Sue?

Be that a female name?

The real thing. And so is she.

Real woman cookin', imagine that!

You fellas sure live high.

All the comforts of home.

Eh, you got good gravel here?

Well, about three ounces a day.

Three ounces! What, that ain't gravel.

Ain't even sweepings.

We like to think of it as wages.

Well, if only you like workin'.

You said that eatin' place was where?

Just over the hill.

Obliged.

Say, will you lend me the use of them scales for a bit?

- Help yourself. - Thank you.

What do you have there?

Ah, little pocket I cleaned out over in Upper Willow Creek.

How much?

Well, judging by the haft

and if your scales is honest here

I'd say about $8,000 in clean dust.

You mean to say you're prowling these hills

all alone with 8,000 in dust on you?

Well, you need help.

Not this far I ain't.

No, you don't understand, uh...

See, there's a big meeting in the camp tonight, uh...

They're choosing a court and some officers.

Every man in the creek will be there.

Well, it's no time for a stranger to get careless

with a poke the size of that one.

I don't aim to get careless.

And we don't aim to let you. You're stickin' with us.

Well, let's get movin'.

I've come 30 miles today

and killed a couple of Injuns on the way.

I'm hungrier than a spring bear

and I gotta wee might of thirst to boot.

We could take care of that too.

Excuse us. We'll, uh, we'll get our coats.

- Looks like we've got a game. - He did say 8000, didn't he?

He did.

Now, maybe one of us better skip that meeting tonight

no matter how bad it might look.

Yeah, but which one?

- Cut? - Uh-uh.

Cut.

You fellas, comin'?

We'll settle this later.

- Did you like my stew, boys? - Oh, yeah.

- Where did you learn to cook... - She learned to cook in Paris.

Ah. Honey, you look a little tired.

Sit down and rest for some...

You know, I've heard some mighty funny monikers along this creek.

But the name for this camp beats them all, Bald Bill.

Ain't that a name?

You find it amusing?

Amusing? Why, it's hilarious.

Wait.

This is a leading citizen, monsieur, Bill King.

The camp has been named after him... as you can see.

Doggone it, that ain't true and you know it.

A liar you call me?

I named her after that big bear racket

the head of the gulch, Bald Hill.

That ain't the way we heard it, is it, boys?

No.

Oh, what's the matter, Bill? Can't take some joshing?

He was only foolin', Bill.

You comin' to the meeting?

Well, I hadn't given really very much thought--

It starts in half an hour. Now, you be there.

- Listen here, my good man-- - Don't give me no argument.

I'm runnin' for judge and I want a man up for clerk

who can at least write his own name.

Clerk?

Oh, your folk's gonna be mighty proud of you.

James Aloysius Buckley. Mighty proud.

Yes, sir, Bill, you picked a fine choice

politics runs in his family.

Matter of fact, one of his relatives

was, uh, Lord Mayor of London.

Well, you better be there, Lord Mayor.

Ma'am, this here is the best beat of grub

I've had since Hector was a puppy.

I always say, there ain't a kitchen worth its name

without a woman.

Merci mon ami, and it is even worth

more than that with a French woman in it?

Mon ami, is that the best you can do, Frenchy?

For old Genessee here, why, he's a very important man.

Yes, and pass that there pie.

- And very rich. - Oh, here. Put that back.

Oh, Genessee, let me show the boys

what real diggings are like.

Not here, Bart.

Don't worry about a thing, Dandy.

Look at that, Frenchy. Whoop. Don't touch.

Feast your eyes on that, gentlemen.

Where'd you get that? On this creek?

No. Took a side to Oglala.

And put that back.

Ah, sure will, Genessee.

I'm going to get me on the right side of the hill

one of these days.

There you are, boys. $8,000!

It's picked by hand out of a single pocket.

There you are, Genessee.

There's no point in spreading it all over the camp.

Well, but, there is, Dandy. There most certainly is.

We got time for a drink before our meeting, boys.

Drink! Yeah!

Let's get a drink. I'm drier than a horned toad pie.

Hey, old-timer. Hold on a minute there.

Must you go listen to them make speeches to each other?

It will be quiet here.

There is something I have to take care of first.

Maybe later?

There won't even be standing room in here

when that meeting breaks up here, Frenchy.

Uh, going to the meeting, Maverick?

Uh, no.

Well, then, uh, maybe you and Buckley

and your friend here

would like to join us a little game?

Well, Dandy Jim can't make it.

- Oh, yes, I can, old boys-- - But the meeting, old boy.

However, I'd like to try my luck.

Say, what about you, Genessee?

Well, now. These two don't look so fearsome

and there can't be much harm in a fellow

that talks as much as you do.

Well, my tent alright? Got a stove.

Sure, and a bottle maybe?

Well, I think we might arrange that.

Since you fellas are so dead set on being obliged

let's get sociable.

Fine! Fine idea.

Ah, good luck, Mr. Clerk.

Do you think he will ever settle down?

You, you mean, you want him to?

Why not?

He's grand, beau

c'est un charmeur.

Well he has his virtues

and he's not bright, but he's shifty.

I am afraid you do not see him the way I do.

That's entirely possible.

Well, mustn't be late for my date with duty.

Bonsoir, mademoiselle!

Bonsoir, monsieur.

And two for the gambolier.

The meeting is still going on, so I brought you some coffee.

Well, thank you very much, Frenchy.

Mighty obliging, ma'am.

Joe, will you bring back the cups in the morning?

Yeah, yeah, sure. Don't worry about it, Frenchy.

You might stay around a little while, Frenchy.

Not when I'm so outnumbered.

Well, by the looks of things

this is about the last hand anyhow.

What you say we check around

and turn them up for good?

- Suits me. - Well, it's up to you.

- Three jacks. - Mm.

- Ah, it beats aces. - Beats two pairs.

You're awful lucky tonight, Genessee.

Yeah, seems that way, but that ain't really it.

- No? - No.

Now take you for instance.

You got a fine touch with the cards

but you're playin' too tight.

Gotta gamble a little.

Poker's a game of chance, in case you haven't heard.

Well, from tonight's results, I'd say, you are right.

You ain't alone, I'm clean.

Yeah. Poker in three easy lessons.

Look, son

you don't think that pocket I cleaned out

on Willow Creek was in a patch and gravel, do you?

Fact is, it was in a pair of green horn pants.

Just about your size.

You mean to tell us you're a professional?

No, just a good poker player.

Yeah? We got another name for him.

"Card Sharks."

We ain't very hospitable with them kind of

poker players around!

I should have noted.

Bad poker players and bad losers

always come wrapped up in the same skins.

Goodnight, Genessee.

How do you like that?

What is it they always say, "May the best man win?"

Looks like he did.

Ah, he's probably cheating.

He sure fooled me.

Well, looks like that meeting is still going on.

If Buckley comes looking for me, you tell him

that, uh, I went back to claim to turn in.

- Alright. - Goodnight, boys.

Are you in there, Bart?

[Bart] Uh, ah, ah, is that you, Jim?

- It's me, old boy. - Oh.

Come on out of there, Maverick, with your hands up.

What is this? It's your idea of a joke?

Well, this is obviously no joke.

- I'm holdin' you. - You're doin' what?

Easy, my dear fellow.

You see, Bill was elected judge tonight.

I'm holdin' you and Hays and Manning for murder.

Murder?

Now, back to "Maverick."

But you don't think that...

Well, they don't mean this, do they?

Well, I'm afraid, they do.

Well, tell them I didn't do it.

[Bill] He already has, Maverick.

We had to hold a gun on him a spell

to stop him from getting plumb reckless.

But that don't change facts.

What facts?

You and Hays and Mannings saw the old man's poke

and whittled him into a game.

Hays here says he cleaned you all out.

So here's a way to get even.

One of you or a pair or all three of you.

It has to be.

Every man in the creek was up at the camp meeting

where he belonged.

A stranger did it then. Some drifter passing through.

A drifter couldn't get a mile through these hills

without being spotted.

Night or day, and you know it.

I know I didn't kill anybody.

Besides a stranger wouldn't know about the old man's poke.

And you three did.

Which one of you two thought this up?

It takes a pretty stupid man to kill somebody for his money.

- Now, which one was it? - Save it, Maverick.

Me and the boys, all talked this over.

We reached our decision by unanimous vote.

The murderer or murderers is gonna hang

at 10 o'clock in the morning.

Till then, I'm gonna lock you all up together.

The guilty man talks, the other two go free.

If there's no confession. It probably means

all three of you have done it and you'll swing together.

It's up to you.

Get his boots.

You're gonna make sure I die with them on, huh?

Well, I just don't want you to catch your death of cold.

Go on over to Sue's and get some breakfast.

Ben and Sam will take over here.

Better have Sue's cook fix up something for the prisoners too.

Now, don't let anyone in here unless I say so.

If one of them decides to talk, then send for me right away.

Five after eight.

Naturally, it's only been five minutes

since you looked at it the last time.

They're rigging three nooses out there, boys.

Maverick, I didn't do it.

You gotta understand. I didn't do it.

You say that again, I'll kick in your teeth.

- Well, it's true. - Alright!

Now, sayin' it don't prove it. I didn't kill him either.

They're gonna hang anyway, both of you.

- They're not foolin' around. - You gotta keep saying that?

Until one of you breaks.

You keep playing it so innocent.

Ask me, I think it was you.

You sure ain't out of this.

One of the nooses up there is for you.

- Maybe not. - What do you mean?

Can't you boys get it through your heads?

One hanging's enough for one murder.

Yeah so long as it ain't you.

I'm not confessing to somethin' I didn't do.

Me neither.

Odds are two-to-one, you don't have to.

One a piece.

High card confesses.

The other two go free?

Can you think of better way to work it out?

- Alright then. - Well, wait a minute.

- You're drawing with us. - That's right.

Put 'em down.

Uh, you go first.

Alright a nine, put 'em back.

Deuce.

Tough luck, Maverick. If you don't deserve it.

Come on, let's go get Bill King.

Hold it, Hays.

Before you bring every ear in camp down on us.

Well, no use letting it lie there and rot, I guess.

I buried the old man's poke at the foot of Bald Bill rock

where a ledge jets out into the, into the bar.

After I stretch that rope, it's yours

if you wanna keep it quiet.

You really done it, huh?

Nobody gets in. Bill King said so.

One of you go find him then.

He ordered this breakfast for them.

Open up, open up.

Somebody go find Bill King. Get us out of here.

Maverick's confessed.

Maverick's confessed.

Find Bill King somebody.

Maverick's confessed.

Well, we won't have to wait till 10:00 now.

What're we waiting for? Let's get it over with.

[Sue] Jim.

Jim, they are all saying

that Bart confessed to killing the old man.

- Bart? Confessed? - Oui.

Well, we got our killer alright, men.

That muttsy clubbed the old man down

right after he left the game.

I apologize to Joe and Mike here for all of us.

Hey, what happened to the old coot's poke, Bill?

Yeah!

Uh, Maverick won't say

but he'll change his mind when he gets that rope

around his neck.

Congratulations, boys!

For what?

I ain't shakin' hands with a man that'd hang me

for something I didn't do.

Let us in, King.

Search him.

I suppose you want to search me, too.

Five minutes. You watch yourself, Buckley.

You're clerk of the court now

and you got lot of responsibilities.

Well, you take care of your responsibilities, judge.

I'll take care of mine.

Bart, tell me it is all a mistake.

No, it's no mistake.

The old coot took all my cash, honey

and it's the only way I could get it back.

- Mm. Clubbed him down, eh? - Think of a better way?

I could invent one.

Oh, you don't believe me.

Well, cheer up. Everybody else does, including Sue.

You mean he did not do it?

Then why did you say you did?

Are you out of your mind?

Uh, how about a bit of hot coffee, old girl?

Please?

Yes, I will bring some.

Alright, Bart. Now tell me why?

Every man in camp was at that confounded meeting last night

except Manning, Hays, and me. That means it was one of them.

You confessed to prove that?

If both of them were guilty

neither of them would have confessed.

And one was innocent, he sure wouldn't.

My dear fellow, Hays and Manning make sense in this.

It's you I'm worried about.

So was I. But I broke the deadlock.

I talked them into a high card draw

and hoped that I'd be lucky.

I wasn't.

But I had another way out, just in case.

Well, I know you fell into the ways of honest labor.

But there must be easier ways out.

After the draw was over, I told them I really did it

and where I buried old Genessee's poke.

Now one of them is gonna believe me.

The other one won't.

He'll disappear while he still has a chance.

I say, would you explain that to me?

The one that's innocent is gonna go looking for gold.

Now the guilty one knows it isn't there.

So, he'll clear out of camp fast.

You don't really think that's going to work.

But why not?

As soon as one disappears

you'll tell Bill King why. That clears me.

We'll all take off after.

But the killer isn't going to be that stupid

showing his hand like that.

Don't you see, he'll know it's a trap.

I thought of that, too, but our man was stupid enough

to kill the old boy in the first place.

And there's nothing very bright about Hays or Manning either one

I played poker with them last night, and I know 'em.

Uh, you've cut it too close, but there's no time there.

You've less than an hour left.

All you have to do is stall Bill King.

Tell him what I have in mind if you think it'll help.

It isn't just Bill King. It's a whole camp.

They've set a time. They won't back down.

Dandy, I've seen you sell Confederate bonds

to Yankee bankers.

And besides, a guilty man

is probably well on his way out of here by now.

- But if it doesn't work-- - It has to.

But if it doesn't?

Then you're gonna have to prove just how good a friend

you really are, Dandy.

Now come on, you're wasting time.

Is he going to be alright, Jim?

He thinks so.

Now, back to "Maverick."

I wish you had come back to my place last night.

You know what?

So do I.

They did not search me.

Perhaps if Buckley could get a gun for me, I could use them--

Are you thinking of suicide, maybe?

No, but you could escape from here.

That would be suicide, Frenchy.

Well, you must do something.

- Oh, I am. - What?

I'm fulfilling a lifelong ambition.

Spending my last hour on earth with a woman.

You better run along, I've got some thinkin' to do.

You goin' somewhere?

[Manning] You bet I am.

I'm gettin' out of here while I can.

What's the big hurry?

A man who's been accused once is apt to be again.

And I ain't sticking around to give this camp

another crack at me.

[Hays] You won't go far now, will ya?

Not so far as you can't double back after dark

and pick up that poke that Maverick's buried.

You want that poke, you go get it.

I aim to.

When it's safe.

Come here.

She's keepin' an eye on you like Buckley has on me.

Why?

Maverick's confessions got to stand, don't it?

After that game last night, you know

he's pretty fast on his feet.

Buckley's already got King to postpone the hang until noon.

No telling what else he'll come up with.

if this camp gets the idea that you or I

gonna make a run for it...

I hadn't thought of that.

Yeah, we best sit tight

till Maverick's swingin' nice and high.

I don't like just sittin' here.

You won't have to wait long.

Got a bottle?

Oh, come on.

Still in Manning's tent, eh?

And they're going to stay there.

Drinking?

Drunk.

Sue, you'd better wait inside.

Jim, maybe if I talk to Bill, he will postpone it again, no?

Look at them. Couldn't even if he wanted to.

They wouldn't let him.

I'm going with you, Jim.

No, you've done everything you could.

I'm going with you.

Do what I told you.

I don't know what you're trying to do

Buckley, but I don't like it.

You're not making yourself quite clear, old boy.

I gave you more time 'cause you promised

he'd admit what he did with the old man's poke.

- He said he would. - Yeah?

Half a dozen of us took turns tryin'.

And not one word out of him.

So help me, Buckley, if I thought you and him--

Let's see what I can do. Alone.

Three minutes, Buckley, and that's it.

They made a break for it either of 'em?

They aren't going to.

One of 'em killed the old man.

He's got to show his hand.

Bart, it's not going to work.

They're in Manning's tent, drunk.

You gonna let 'em hang me?

Well, dear boy, I can't stop them.

But it's just plain murder.

- To them, it's justice. - Ju...

Justice?

Alright, Jim.

I got myself into this, so it's up to me to get myself out.

Is that it?

I'm going to live to regret this.

But probably not for long.

There's no bullet.

But, my dear fellow, you don't expect me to hand you a gun

with bullets in it? They'd hang me too.

Well, it was not logical, but it is you, Dandy.

It is you.

That's gratitude for you.

Alright, thanks, Jim.

I guess this is above and beyond the call.

There is one little thing you can do for me.

[Brat] King. King.

Come on in here. I'm ready to talk to you.

- It's about time. - That tore him up, Bill.

Alright, Mr. King, you too, up.

Somebody slipped him a gun.

Uh, through the window.

You sure it was through the window?

Come on, Buckley, get alongside that door.

Come on, move!

Turn around, King.

I said turn around.

You're a pretty popular man in this camp, Bill.

I'm gonna see to it you get me out of here.

There's nothin' I can do for you.

Oh, now, isn't that just too bad?

Because one of those boys

so much as makes a move for a gun

won't be him I'll shoot, it'll be you.

You understand me?

Get them to open up.

- Come on. - Open up!

Better tell 'em, Bill, or you're a dead man.

Don't try nothing, boys. He's got a gun on me.

Let him go, we'll get him later.

Uh, drop those rifles.

Come on, drop 'em!

[Bart] Turn around. Turn around, Buckley.

Come on, Bill, turn around.

Alright now, back up.

Come on, hurry.

Untie those horses and fan 'em out.

Come on, Buckley, untie the horses. Move.

Alright, now fan them. Hyah!

Take out those rifles.

- Come on. - Don't let him get away.

Save your powder. Saddle up, we'll go after him.

Did he get away?

Uh, not a trace of him. How about the others?

We didn't do too good, either.

We've been thinkin' about you, Buckley.

Oh, something nice, I hope.

Somethin' not nice at all.

Mean, in fact.

- You got a handgun? - Of course.

Fancy one, ain't it?

Yes, my-my parents gave it to me when I came West.

And you made a present of it to Maverick.

Why, don't be silly, old boy.

What, Ben and Sam searched me thoroughly

before I went anywhere near him.

Not the last time, they didn't.

Now, where is it?

Well, it's in my tent, in the case it came in.

Well, let's see it.

You don't take my word for it?

No.

Alright, Bill.

You know the law for helpin' a killer?

What do they call it?

Accessory after the fact.

The same thing holds good here.

So that gun better be there.

Go clear every man out of the camp.

The grapevine will be ahead of him.

They won't dare go near another camp.

And they won't leave here for good

until they find the old man's poke.

That'll be someplace close.

Me and Mike will work the creek from here to Bald Bill.

Uh, Bald Rock, Bill.

We'll get mounted men above and below you as soon as we can.

And if you see anything, shoot.

Well, the camp's yours until we get back.

Thanks for nothing.

Uh, come on now, Sue.

Bald Hill's a better camp than some of 'em you've worked.

Well, it is not worse anyhow.

Do you think you will get him?

Yep.

And the old man's poke too.

You're sure, aren't you?

Kinda liked that Maverick, didn't you?

He's a man.

He's a dangerous one now.

Any reason he might wanna try and sneak back in here?

I cannot think of one.

Well, just wanted to be sure.

You alone and all.

Merci, Bill.

But I am not alone.

Sure.

Boys might appreciate some hot coffee

and some-somethin' to eat when we get back.

Alright. It will be here.

I will leave a lamp burning if you're late.

That's a great way to earn a long and happy life.

You'll never make a good fugitive, Dandy.

When you take cover, take real cover.

Well, they came up on me a bit fast.

Yeah, I know. I've had to dodge every time I turn around.

Looks like King's spreadin' them out all around the creek.

It looks like our little ruse didn't fool him.

Well, King recognized my gun.

That's the wages of friendship, Jim.

What about my two former cellmates, Hays and Manning?

Well, they're with King when he came after me.

- The both of 'em? - Of course.

Have you seen either of 'em since?

Well and about everybody else along the creek.

Yeah, they sure turned out, didn't they?

Well, that's a man hunt for you.

It beats a hanging by a mile.

Get off your horse.

We're gonna go find Hays or Manning.

- On foot? - Well, it's safer.

With that uproar goin' on down there

we couldn't pick a better time.

If either of them is really innocent

and actually believes the old man's poke

is where you said you buried it.

Well there's only one way to find out.

Hey, Bill!

- Anything stirring here, boys? - Not a sign.

Well, the creek looks clear from here back to camp.

Better work back that way after a while, just in case.

We're gonna take a turn downstream.

Well, how long you want us to stay out, Bill?

Until we get Maverick and Buckley.

They'll probably stay holed up until after dark

before they try to move.

It's clear now, let's have a look.

We ain't going nowhere.

We gotta play it safe.

Maverick said it's where the ledge crops out

into the bar.

Must be right at the bottom of those big rocks.

Yeah, well, we'll find out soon enough.

If we didn't disturb the look of things

it'll be safe enough.

I like to do my digging when I can do it in private.

The way I see it...

...let the rest track Maverick and Buckley down.

They was gonna hang us.

What do we owe this camp?

All I wanna do is get my hands on that poke

and clear out of here.

That's just what I aim to do.

Yeah, well, look at that sun.

We wait till dark

Maverick could slip past us.

Maybe you're right.

At least you'll shut up. Come on.

That's both of them.

Here's that ledge he was talkin' about.

Gimme that stick.

Well, one of them could believe that poke was buried there

but not both, Jim. Not both.

Maybe one's putting on for the other.

Now, if one of 'em was guilty, he wouldn't be plowin' around

that gravel just to be puttin' on.

He'd be bound out of here as fast as he could go.

We're going back to camp.

Come on.

We've been took into.

There's nothin' here. Nothin'.

I'm beginning to agree with ya.

Hey, Mike.

Wait.

This ain't a job for you and me alone.

You follow 'em. I'll go fetch Bill King.

Now, back to "Maverick."

What are you doing here?

It's time for supper, isn't it?

Bart.

They will catch you and they will hang you.

Both of you.

[Bart] Now, every condemned man deserves a good meal, Sue.

[Jim] Yours are always the best.

But you were free. Why take a risk like this?

Sentiment.

You do not feel I have sentiment too?

Well, you have been a mite friendly.

Well, then listen to what I say.

Please get outta here while you can.

- Have a biscuit, old boy. - Well, thank you, Dandy.

Have you, uh, you ever been on the run, Sue?

Many times, Bart.

Most of my life.

What is that to do with you?

Well, we, um, we thought you might know, um

what we wanted.

[Bart] Like place to hide.

Here. In my place?

This is pretty good roast.

What is it, buffalo?

No. Bear. Why here?

Oh, safest place we could think of.

Like your room there.

Bart, they will catch you

and when they do, they will hang you.

When you tell them you haven't seen us?

[Bart] And they'll believe everything you tell 'em

you know that, Sue.

No, it's too dangerous.

Funny thing about a hanging, isn't it?

Gets into your blood, like a, like a fever.

- Hmm. - Bart, please.

Oh, this is the best bet, Sue.

Say, you got any coffee?

- Thank you. - Yes.

Uh, pass the mustard, old boy, would you please?

Yeah.

Bart, you do not understand.

I cannot help you.

Meaning you won't?

Won't or can't, what is the difference?

I'm not sure I know right this minute.

Well, maybe she's right, Dandy.

It'd be foolish.

They might hang her too.

Me?

Not a woman, Bart.

Well, if three innocent men, a women...

...what's the difference once the fever's on?

Three innocent men.

Well, Mike Manning, Joe Hays, me.

But everybody else was at the meeting.

Not everybody, honey.

Just every man in camp.

I don't know what you are trying to do.

But you are not frightening me.

Nobody in camp would dare touch me.

I had nothing to do with the killing of the old man.

Didn't you, Sue?

Might we take a look about that back room?

Yes. You should.

Before I throw you both out.

Would you mind unlocking that?

By Jove!

Bart.

I'm sorry.

I didn't want it to happen this way.

Neither did I.

Where did it all come from?

Not from making coffee or stuffing white men's belly

you can be sure of that.

White men's belly?

Turn around.

Your eyes are like the eyes of a dog.

I do not wish to see them.

If you're gonna kill me that gives me some rights.

What did you mean, "White men?"

I think I'm already guessing.

No need to guess.

I have said it because I am not white.

You mean, you're not French.

Oh, yes.

My father was a French trapper.

But my mother is a Sioux.

An Oglala Sioux.

Now, turn around.

The white men

think we have no sense of humor.

It is a joke that I call myself "Sue."

It is very funny, no?

Well, forgive me if I don't laugh.

How much of that did you hear?

I heard enough.

- I can't believe it. - Her an Indian.

Then I guess we owe you boys an apology.

Hope you fellas don't hold grudges.

- I killed her. - No you didn't.

You just creased her forehead, Bill.

And she's still alive.

Thanks, Jim.

Why, she's been saving these things

like she's saving scalps.

- Look here. - Take a look at this.

- The old man's poke. - Look here.

- Take a look at this. - The old man's poke.

- Look at that. - Look here.

Uh, looks like we're gonna have a hangin' after all.

Would've been a shame to waste that nice new gallows.

Who are you trying to hang this time, boys?

Her, of course.

Don't look so scared.

- Nothing's gonna happen to you. - What do you mean?

We're just gonna hang her. That's all.

We don't let nobody get away with murder

not even a woman.

Did you say murder, Andy?

Well, I thought you were being playful

when you killed that Indian last week.

I didn't realize it was murder.

You got an awful short memory.

She was gonna sit still and let 'em hang us.

Yeah, I don't lose sight of the fact

she was about to shoot you in the back.

I feel real upset about that too, boys

if I could just forget we're in the Black Hills.

You-you didn't invite any of us up here.

Did you, by any chance?

She's no Indian.

She's French.

I don't think she'd agree with you, my dear fellas.

She seems to favor her mother's people.

That's just another good reason for hangin' her.

I feel real strong about it, boys.

That nice new gallows is just too good to waste on an Indian.

It ought to be reserved for white men only.

She feels good enough in the morning

we'll just run her outta camp.

With all due style and formality.

She did one killin' we know about.

And maybe some we don't.

That's right.

Nobody gets away with murder.

Uh, you said that before, Andy, remember?

But it seems old Genessee Jones, he got away with murder.

Uh, he was just telling Sue last night

he killed two Indians on his way down here.

- But that ain't murder! - Alright, shut up all of you.

I don't like saying it, but Maverick's right.

This is Sioux country.

Her country, not ours.

When she's ready to leave, she leaves.

We'll warn the other camps about her

but we'll do nothin' else.

Comin', Jim?

Well, um, um, I am...

I think we better let somebody else

give her the loot back.

You unhappy, Jim, about leaving all that stuff behind?

Not at all, Bart. Somebody once said money isn't everything.

Can't imagine who it could be?

Hello.

Glad to see you again and I hope you enjoyed the show.

Next week, we cross the Mexican border

to the seaport town of Tampico

for a story of mystery and intrigue

centered on three ex-patriots

in their strange relationship to one another.

An old favorite of yours on "Maverick"

Gerald Moore, plays Steve Corbett.

A man who loves this country more than most

because he can't go home again.

We've got America plastered all over these walls

like a kid with a crush.

Alright, what about it?

Well, if you miss it so much, why don't you go back?

You mean you haven't heard?

♪ He's gone away ♪

♪ For to stay a little while ♪

♪ But he's coming back if he could ♪♪

[Bret] Beautiful Barbara Lang plays Amy Lawrence

the second ex-patriot.

Somebody out there say something or do something?

No, no. Please, Steve.

Just let me stay here for now.

- Who was he, Amy? - Who?

- What do you mean? - Look, you're among friends.

You took one look at him, and you jumped in the air

like a scared jack rabbit.

- Get out! - Now what did I say?

Now look, I don't claim to be incorruptible

but I run a straight house and I settle

for a straight percentage.

And I don't need a tin horn to come in here

and tell me I can make more by rigging the game.

Well, how's it going with your first night?

I'm learning.

Might learn more by keepin' your eyes on your own table.

I don't know, yours is pretty educational.

We are pleased that our small attempt at intrigue

has aroused your curiosity.

It has.

Especially since you seem to be amateurs

at this sort of thing.

Amateurs? But why?

Because you sent me the larger half

of the thousand-dollar bill.

You see why we need him, René?

We have no talent for intrigue.

[Bret] It's a fast moving story

with a dramatic and surprising climax.

See you here next week for "Escape to Tampico."

♪ Who is the tall dark stranger there? ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail to who knows where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion ♪

♪ Gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as a handle on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind in Oregon ♪

♪ Blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪♪

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