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Now, Frankie, you haven't been thinkin' about marrying me.

I should have known you're just leading me on.

Let's get one thing straight, Frankie.

I have not been leading you on.

I haven't done one thing to...

Well, maybe just one thing.

Well, I never knew you felt like this.

I mean, so soft.

"Maverick."

Starring, James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world.

Produced for television by Warner Brothers.

Whoa.

Well, well, so this is Ten Strike.

San Francisco's got nothin' to worry about.

One thing to be said about traveling by stage.

By the time we get there, you don't care where.

Guess I didn't help your trip either

the way I talked your ears off all the way.

Eh?

Well, anyway, we're going to be neighbors.

So, don't be strange, you hear?

Well, I wasn't planning to stay very long, you see.

Hey. I've gotta great idea.

Why don't you take my baggage over

to the Cattlemen's Hotel while I check in there?

Well, I was planning to stay at the other hotel.

Ain't no other hotel.

There, that settles it. Thanks, lover.

Yeah, don't mention it.

Alright, big mouth.

I'll take the lady's luggage, too.

You and who else?

Just me, why?

Lady who just checked in, these belong to her.

No foolin'.

What's she got in all 'em hat boxes?

That's somethin' to think about, isn't it?

- You wouldn't be with her. - No, I wouldn't.

And I say that after miles and miles of careful consideration.

Single rooms are $1 .50.

$9 for the week.

- In advance. - And a bath.

- A hot bath. - That's free.

But if you want hot water

I gotta haul it up from the kitchen.

And that'll be another dollar, in advance.

That's ten even, start hauling.

I've been thinkin' about that bath all the way from Tucson.

In advance.

Well, that's the last of it.

Kitchen's closed down for the night.

One bath will do this job.

One more thing, no nude splashing, and no singin'.

I'll just be soaping and soaking.

Hey, who's in there?

[Frankie] None of your business.

Frankie?

Oh, hi, lover, is that you?

What are you doin' in there?

Well, if you must know, I'm takin' a bath.

Well, don't. That's my bath you're takin'.

Your bath?

My, my.

You mean to tell me that you're the thoughty thing

who put the essence of roses in this water?

Shh!

Yes, now get outta there.

Really, lover, I'm surprised at you, really, I am.

Grown man like you makin' such a fuss

over a little old tub of hot water.

The last tub of hot water, and I paid a dollar for it.

Really?

Here, I thought the hotel had gone and done it just for me.

Frankie, are you comin' out or am I comin' in?

Now, see here, lover.

If you don't start acting like a gentleman

and get away from that door

I'm going to stop actin' like a lady.

I can scream this whole place down around your ears

in just about ten seconds.

Alright, if that's the way you want it, I'll be back.

[Frankie] Don't skid.

- Gimme your passkey. - Huh?

I said gimme your passkey and no arguments.

It ain't regular.

Yeah, well, one of your tenants has me locked out

and is in there right now robbing me.

- Is that regular? - No. No, sir.

- I'll go for help. - I don't need any.

- Who is it? - Who do you think?

You know, I'm a little disappointed in you, lover.

I thought you were such a nice, clean-cut kinda fella.

The way you carry on you think

you never had a bath in your life.

Let's get one thing very clear.

It isn't a question of who needed the bath.

It goes deeper than that.

There's no way I can get my bath back

but I can get my dollar.

Well, not from me, I only have $2.50 to my name.

Correction.

You have $1 .50.

Alright.

Here, take your old dollar.

What a surprise, you invited me to breakfast.

No one's more surprised than I am.

Well, if you hadn't taken my dollar last night

I might've been able to buy my own breakfast.

I didn't take your dollar, I took my dollar.

Well, I forgive you, anyway, since you're tryin' to make up.

I'm not tryin' to make up.

I'm just tryin' to eat my breakfast.

And you couldn't, 'cause you had a guilty conscience.

I didn't have a...

Frankie, let's get one thing straight.

I haven't had my coffee yet.

And I just don't wanna talk before I've had my coffee.

And I won't wanna talk after I've had my coffee.

For what you invited me to breakfast for?

A toast. Start eating.

Keep you busy till the waiter comes.

Look, I may be hungry, see.

But I'm not beggin' for any scraps off your table.

I'd rather starve.

After all, a girl has to have her pride.

Don't talk with your mouth full.

Excuse us, ma'am.

What for?

Just like a word with the gentleman here.

Your name's Maverick, ain't it?

Yes.

- Bret Maverick? - Yes.

Just came in on a stagecoach last night?

That's right.

And you're just leaving on the stagecoach tonight.

That's wrong.

Beg your pardon, but that wasn't a question.

Well, what was it?

The friendliest kind of advice.

You're advising me to leave on the stage tonight?

And our very best wishes go with you.

Well, I didn't think anyone in this town

knew me well enough to ask me to leave.

It's just our way of making your stay a pleasant one.

- And a short one. - The shorter, the pleasanter.

Well, I appreciate your hospitality, but...

...what have I done to deserve it?

It's a friendly town.

We'd like you to leave with that impression.

Well, I couldn't be more flattered, really.

But I still wanna know why.

"Our is not to reason why, our is but to do--"

Never mind I've heard the poem.

Well, guess that's about all.

Enjoy your breakfast.

And have a wonderful trip.

You make friends fast, lover.

- Don't I? - What's it all about?

You know as much as I do.

Well, all I got to say is, it's a pretty funny coincidence.

Coincidence?

I mean, somebody's going through a lotta trouble

gettin' you outta town, and somebody's going through

a lotta trouble gettin' me into town.

How's that?

Well, remember I told you about that Red Sun Saloon

I used to work in Tucson?

I didn't tell you how I got this nutty note.

What nutty note?

I think I have it here some place.

Yeah, see what you make of that.

"My dear Miss French, buy a ticket to Ten Strike

"and register at the Cattlemen's Hotel.

"It'll be to your everlasting advantage

to do this immediately, signed, a benefactor."

And you did it? On the strength of this?

Oh, no, on the strength of the $100 that came with it.

You mean, you got a $100 in this note

and came to Ten Strike last night

and you only have $1 .50 left?

I bought some hats.

Oh.

I always buy hats when I'm confused.

I believe it, I've seen some of 'em.

I didn't say I had good sense.

Now, what about that note?

Do you think there might be a connection

between those two well-wishes of yours

and that nutty old benefactor of mine?

Who do you know in this town, Frankie?

Nobody.

Somebody knows me, though. You, too.

Could you have relatives here?

Lover, I'm all alone, on my own.

Pa went off looking for some gold when I was in pigtails.

Died some place in some mining camp.

Lost my ma last year.

No brothers, no sisters.

And if that benefactor of mine doesn't show up soon

I don't know, I...

Hey, you wouldn't be him by any chance, would you?

Me?

No, I don't think you would be.

Now, back to "Maverick."

Quitting so early, Mr. Maverick?

Oh, yeah, I've learned my lesson.

Does that mean that you're not coming back?

Well, I'll be back, alright.

That's what I was learnin' my lesson for.

Well, hello.

I'm Mae Miller. This is my place.

It's a nice place. I'm Bret Maverick.

No luck tonight?

Why, ma'am, luck's got nothin' to do with poker.

I was right, you are a professional.

Just a serious student, it beats working.

The way you play, uh, that isn't work?

It's a delicate point, I try not to think about it.

Uh, no need to leave now.

Anyway, there's no place else to go, not in this town.

Well, I'll be back after dinner.

I'll send up for a steak.

Anything you want in Ten Strike, you can get right here.

Well, that's very neighborly of you, I appreciate it.

But, well, I just can't.

I've got a sort of a little stray cat over in the hotel.

And by now, that poor critter's probably starved to death.

Is that the young man you were telling me about?

Yeah, that's him. What did you think of him?

Well, he seems quite tall.

Yeah, good looking, too.

Of course, the main thing about him, though

is he's got character.

Like, takin' away that dollar from me, that took character.

Of a type, I suppose.

It wasn't the dollar at all, it was the principle.

Of course, you know all about the principal

being a banker and all.

Guess what he was asking me through the window

before you looked up and caught him?

What?

if you were my benefit.

Imagine.

I think he was kinda jealous, too.

What do you wanna bet?

Of an old man like me?

Oh, I like to believe that, but I'm afraid I can't.

Why don't you feel that way at all?

Lots of girls take a real interest

in a more mature type of man

especially if he's got money, but not me.

'Cause present company accepted and all

I don't care if a man's got money

as long as he's got character.

Like this Maverick boy?

That's right.

You think a lot of him, don't you?

I just got made up my mind in marrying him, that's all.

And how does he feel about you?

Pretty friendly.

After all, those men did tell him to get out of town.

So, why else would he be hanging around?

You have a wonderful gift for simplification, my dear.

Why, thank you, Mr. Scott.

Evenin', Mr. Maverick.

Well, hello there.

Say, we sure didn't miss connections tonight.

You know, we went down to the stagecoach depot

to see you off, and couldn't imagine what happened to you.

Oh, really?

Did I say I was taking the stage out tonight?

Well, not so many words, but since you aren't leaving

we thought that'd be the easiest way.

Oh, now really, boys.

You shouldn't fuss over me like this.

Honest, I'm not plannin' to trip at all.

But aren't you forgetting our conversation

this morning, when we said goodbye?

Oh, sure, I remember that.

But you didn't tell me why.

Well, guess you gotta be told then.

- Ugh! - This is why, Mr. Maverick.

Ugh!

Ah, it's better.

You got us worried, Mr. Maverick.

But don't try to do too much efforts.

You're not a well man yet.

I won't forget the message this time, boys.

- You can depend on that. - That's the way to talk.

Cause if somethin serious happened to you

somethin' fatal maybe

Eddie and me haven't done all we could to prevent it

I think we'd both feel responsible.

Well, I guess you would, at that.

Ah, sure.

Now, as you can see, Mr. Maverick

we've come to kinda crossroads here.

This road here leads to Prairie Flats.

This one goes to Faro City.

And this one here, goes back to Ten Strike.

So, you still got two choices outta three.

But you didn't wanna go back to Ten Strike anyway.

Why not?

I thought we went into that.

I still wanna know why.

Mr. Maverick, don't you remember how much trouble

you caused all three of us by asking that question before?

Now, I'm gonna remind you once more.

And I sure hope this will be the end of it.

Frankie?

Oh, you poor dear, and it's all my fault.

If only you hadn't stayed on account of me.

I didn't stay on account of you, I stayed...

And how'd you get here?

I saw them taking you out of town hung over a horse.

I thought they might have killed you.

I think they're working up to that.

- Why? - Shh.

I keep asking that question, they keep knocking me out.

Well, you don't have to take that from anybody.

You see? I got the hotel's horse and buggy right here.

And our baggage and room rent will cover that

so we don't have to go back at all.

- We? - Sure, I'm goin' with you.

No sense stayin' where you're not wanted.

Ah! Oh, ugh, Frankie.

I'm the one who's not wanted.

You're the one who is.

Oh, I just about got that figured out too.

You see, somebody's making a fool outta me.

Not that it took too much doing.

How do you figure?

The way I bet on that note and all.

Guess I've got some nice fella that sent it to me.

Like a secret admirer or something.

Maybe somebody I met at that dance hall.

Who was too shy to speak up.

Maybe he had marriage on the mind

and didn't know how to break it to me.

I don't know, I guess I still get some

pretty silly romantic ideas.

What happened to changin'?

I had time to think about him.

That big benefactor of mine hasn't turned up yet, see.

And I think I know why.

See, there was this girl back there

in the dance hall where I used to work.

Her name's Claire.

Boy, she was pretty jealous.

She thought her boyfriend was makin' eyes at me.

'Cause, I couldn't say he wasn't.

Well, I'll just bet that pretty old Claire thought it was...

...worth a $100 gettin' rid of me.

Just to keep a boyfriend?

Well, they just aren't exactly falling out of trees

for old Claire.

I don't mind though.

I sort of like traveling

especially with you.

You feelin' up to it now?

I'll force myself.

Okay. Let's see, uh...

Sign says Faro City,18 miles. How's that?

Too close.

Prairie Flats, 20 miles, then.

Too far.

Hold it, lover.

You wouldn't be thinking about going back to Ten Strike.

Wouldn't I?

- Now look, you just can't go-- - Frankie.

Frankie, my pappy used to say there's just about

three reasons why most men do anything.

Greed, curiosity and anger.

And I don't think he really meant most men

because he's looking right at me when he said it.

He was right.

I lost nearly $200 tonight

finding out how they play poker in Ten Strike.

So much for the greed.

And in this curiosity

I still want to know why?

For the anger, well, I'll leave that to you.

Back to Ten Strike.

Yep.

I don't think anybody saw us come in here.

But still can't stay in your own room.

'Cause if those hard cases found you in here, oh, boy.

Well, you better stay in my room

'cause you're in no condition to defend yourself.

And you are, huh?

Big talk.

But you don't scare me, lover.

Not if anger, greed, curiosity

is the only thing that gets you going.

It's possible pappy left something out.

Come on.

Okay.

- Easy. There. - Ah.

Now, you lay right down here.

'Cause I can make do with that foot stool and chair in there.

- Okay? - Oh!

Okay.

Hey what's this?

Oh, I've got the spookiest feeling.

See, just like in Tucson?

- Huh. - Another $100?

No stopping that Claire, she's out for revenge.

Mm-hm, listen to this.

"My dear Miss French, you have done well.

Stay where you are, signed--"

- A benefactor? - Alright, so I was wrong.

He's in town.

Which reminds me, the man with the whiskers.

- Oh, he is not my benefactor. - How do you know?

- I asked him. - Oh.

Well, who is he?

His name is Mr. Scott, he runs a bank here in town.

He's sort of sweet, but he's awfully strange.

He keeps talking about money, you know

and business and investments.

Like, what to do with your dollar in your hand?

Oh, don't get smart.

Like, this is a great place to settle down.

And get married and build a home and raise a family.

Where did you meet him?

Smiled at him, when he tipped his hat low, about noon today.

And don't get so jealous.

Me, jealous?

Yes, you, jealous.

But let's get something straight, Frankie.

I am not jealous.

I'm not the jealous type.

And if I was, I wouldn't be jealous of you.

Well, I'm not even attracted to you.

Well, I mean, you're, you're very attractive, but...

...but you're just not the type that I...

There's something about you.

You can't win every argument.

Mm.

Now, you just better relax

because you're still in critical condition.

Well, if you think I'm in bad shape

wait till you see the other two.

I don't know you landed a punch.

I don't mean tonight. I mean tomorrow night.

Goodnight.

Sweet dreams, Frankie.

You too, lover.

Now, back to "Maverick."

Shave and a haircut, mister?

Ah, no, thanks. I was just looking for a friend of mine.

I thought I saw him come in here.

You mean Eddie Burke?

He's in there taking a bath.

Well, you mind if I join him?

Tub ain't hardly big enough.

Well, he wanna see me.

I'm an old friend of his from out of town.

Well, I'll tell him you're here.

No, that's alright, you'd spoil a surprise.

You think this is enough to see that we're not disturbed?

Until Thursday, if you say so.

Ten minutes ought to do it.

Hey, this water's getting chilly, Joe.

How about a fresh bucket?

Hey!

Now, as I was sayin', why?

Why what?

I can't tell you.

Same old question. Why?

I did it for Vic, Vic Nolan.

- I remember him fine. - Ah.

- Why? - He didn't tell me, honest.

I was just doing a favor for a friend.

You know, I've noticed that about you.

You're always going out of your way to help somebody.

If you don't believe me, ask Vic.

Oh, I will.

But I'm sure glad I asked you first

'cause if you'd told me the answer right off

well, we might never have had this little visit.

Now, where's Vic?

He's over at the blacksmith's shop

getting some new shoes for his horse.

Ten minutes is all we'll need.

Get up, get...

Get...

Let go, let me down.

Burke tells me you put him up to it, why?

I can't talk upside down.

You can't talk right side up

but you're gonna talk even if it's inside out.

You do remember the question, don't you?

Don't ask it.

I did it for you, for your own good.

You'd be surprised how much more good

I'm gonna get out of this.

No. Wait.

I-I did it for Mae.

Mae Miller.

- Mae Miller? - Yeah.

And, of course, you wouldn't have thought to ask her.

- Ask her what? - Guess.

Couldn't see how it was none of my business.

Well, maybe it won't seem so crude coming from me.

Now, you know why I'm not gonna kill you?

Why?

You keep asking yourself that.

If you can't think of any reason

maybe I can't either.

- Where's Mae Miller's office? - Upstairs.

But you ain't allowed up.

I'll tell her you said so.

Hey, we're closing up in five minutes.

Well, hello.

You've taken a long time getting back.

But not as long as you thought.

Am I supposed to know what that means?

Well, your boy Vic and his pal Eddie say they don't.

They only ran me out of town

and beat me up as a favor to you.

Well, they're pulling your leg, Mr. Maverick.

Twisting my arm, yes. Pulling my leg, no.

But somebody sicked them onto me, and they say it was you.

Why not?

The folks in this town blamed me for just about everything.

From wandering husbands to smallpox.

I'm a woman and I run a saloon.

That makes me wrong even if I'm right.

Wanna blame someone, blame Mae Miller.

Well, in all fairness of the boys

I will say they told me reluctantly.

I'm very fond of Vic and Eddie.

But what they're up to, I haven't the slightest idea.

And if they told you that I put them up to it

it's only because they couldn't say who did.

And what would they gain by sending me to you?

I gather you had the upper hand.

And maybe they figured you wouldn't do too much

even if you didn't believe me.

I'm still a woman.

Would you beat me up?

Would you shoot me?

Maybe I'd be satisfied just to know why.

And I'd like to ask you the same question.

Why would I want to run you out of town?

I don't know you and you don't know me.

Not that it wouldn't be nice.

It can't be your poker playing, not while you're losing.

And it certainly couldn't be the way you look.

So will you give me one reason why we shouldn't be friends?

Maybe Vic was lying.

But I think I owe him one more chance.

I think that's only fair if you can find him again.

If I do, I'll come back.

Come back even if you don't.

You killed him!

He was trying to kill me, ma'am.

Can you prove that, mister?

Well, he shot twice before I did.

You'll find the slugs across the street.

Maybe, but this is Eddie Burke here.

And I don't know you.

My name is Maverick.

Now tell me why Eddie would have any reason to start?

Forget it, Sheriff, the boy is telling the truth.

- Mr. Scott, you saw it? - I was passing by.

Burke tried to kill him.

Well, that's good enough for me, Mr. Scott.

Any idea why?

No, but I hope you'll try to find out.

Oh, I'll do everything I can, Mr. Maverick.

Some of you boys give me a hand.

This ain't no place for Eddie.

[Maverick] Mr. Scott.

Lucky you happened along

or maybe you just go around being a benefactor, is that it?

I won't pretend I don't know what you mean.

Miss French has told me about your problem

and, uh, about her mysterious benefactor.

Perhaps it's natural for you to connect the two

but, please, not with me.

I assure you it's a matter of complete indifference to me

whether you stay or go.

Well, what about Frankie? Or doesn't that matter either?

I'm an old man, Mr. Maverick. Not an old fool.

I like her as a person, I like her spirit.

I know she hasn't had an easy life.

But she's got qualities, good qualities.

She's the kind of person this town needs and wants.

That, uh, doesn't seem to be true in your case.

Funny, I was just about to come to the same conclusion.

And when I start getting shot at, I stop caring why.

Does that mean you'll be moving along?

As my pappy used to say

"A coward dies a thousand deaths

a brave man only one."

Thousand to one's a pretty good advantage.

I have to see Mae.

Little late for a visit, Mr. Scott.

[Mae] Let him in.

- Eddie Burke's dead. - Vic's just been telling me.

You want him in on what I have to say?

You can say it up here, if you'd rather.

Wait, Vic.

Must be a shock for you, Mae, about Eddie.

Yes, it's terrible.

Especially when you blame yourself.

- Blame myself? - He's dead because of you.

Because the man you sent him to kill is still alive.

- Did Eddie say anything? - No.

Then why do you come to me?

Because I warned you, Mae, years ago

when you had stoner killed

that if anything like that happened--

And who are you to warn me, mister?

Since when are your hands so clean?

I killed a man in anger in a fight

but you had stoner killed deliberately.

Tonight you tried it again.

Whatever I did, I did it for you.

I paid you for silence and nothing more.

What is my silence worth if you are recognized?

I've talked to Maverick, looked right into his eyes.

- He doesn't know me. - I don't believe it.

If you're willing to chance it.

He is still alive and Burke's dead.

Let's leave it at that.

Simple, isn't it? And now, another man's been killed.

And it's all my fault

because I didn't stop you before.

- Now I'm going to. - Are you ready to die?

There's something I haven't told you, Mae.

Several months ago, Doc Steely gave me

less than a year to live.

I've been putting my life in order.

That's going to include you now.

And you'd go to the sheriff

tell him who you are and what you've done?

And what you've done!

And you think that settles it?

They'll hang you.

But I'm a woman. They never hang a woman!

You just don't understand do you?

I'm not out for revenge, Mae.

If I were, I'd kill you myself.

Vic, he's going to the sheriff.

[Vic] About stoner?

What do we do? Start running?

I'm willing to give all this up if you are.

[Vic] Isn't there an easier way?

That's up to you, Vic.

There's no use talking, Frankie.

I'm just not that greedy, mad or curious.

What happens to me? You're just runnin' out leavin' me.

You ever hear of a scared jackrabbit

askin' a friend along?

What about my plans? To get married and settle down.

You don't need me for those...

Now, Frankie, you haven't been thinking about marrying me?

I should've known you're just leadin' me on.

Let's get one thing straight, Frankie.

I have not been leading you on. I haven't done one thing to...

Well, maybe just one thing.

Well, I never knew you'd felt like this.

I mean, so soft.

Now, that doesn't prove a thing!

Oh, that's alright, lover.

Guess I'd want the man I marry to be braver than you anyway.

He'd have to be.

Well, if you ever run out of towns to be run out of

you might come back here and try again.

So long, lover.

So long, Frankie.

Think me and my money might get into this game?

If you don't mind being separated.

Hey, didn't I see you over in Ten Strike?

Well, I was in and out of there for a spell.

Sure, I was passing through there

just couple of nights ago.

You got in a shooting scrap with some fella

killed him, too.

That was just kind of a general all around misunderstanding.

Yeah, well, just the same, I had my fill of that town

in one night.

First off, he kills a man out in the street.

Then some girl kills a man

right in the hotel where I'm staying.

- How's that again? - Stabbed him.

Stabbed him dead. Very big man in the town too.

The banker.

Imagine a man like that getting mixed up

with some little no-good gal from a-a dance hall in Tucson.

- Did she say why she did it? - Well, she says she didn't.

But, ho-ho-ho, they got her dead to rights.

And I seen her myself.

She's a real kinda, kinda a-a-a tigress that...

...you know...

Hey, where you goin'?

You got ten minutes, Mr. Maverick.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you, lover.

I just knew you couldn't run off and leave me.

Yeah, well, well, I tried.

So, how do you like this fix I got myself into now?

Some mess, huh?

How bad is it, Frankie?

Well, they found out about Mr. Scott giving me money.

Yeah, it was him, just like you figured.

Well, I told 'em about my benefactor, see.

So, they looked in his books and they found out

that he'd taken $100 two different times.

Both times, I got those notes.

So, they figured he was keepin' me.

So, why would you want to kill him?

There's more.

They found a letter he'd left.

Supposed to be opened after he died.

Guess what, that poor old man left me everything he had.

The whole works, the bank and all.

Of course, there's a catch.

There'd have to be.

The letter says that if I die before he does

everything is gonna go to the citizens

of this fair community

which have been so good to him and all.

I don't quite know what he means.

But that sheriff keeps telling me

that the town's gonna get all the money

if I'm proven guilty.

So, I know there is not too many people in this town

breaking their elbows to prove I'm innocent.

Oh, you see, that was eight years ago

when he'd come to Ten Strike.

I don't know beans about him before that.

But he did have money.

Yeah, he had money. Enough to open up a bank.

Hmm, fine man.

It's too bad he got mixed up with a girl like that.

Man of his age and social standing.

Well, you see what come of it.

Uh, what about Mae Miller? When'd she come to town?

Mae, oh, couple of years later.

She come through with a traveling show, mm.

Lots of nice legs. And hers was the best too.

Phew.

But when the rest of the girls left

she stayed on and bought the saloon.

We figured she'd come in to money somehow.

Do you remember the name of that traveling show?

No. Not right off. I printed their programs.

Yeah, see, I do all the printing here

newspapers, posters, handbills.

Yeah. Six years ago. Hmm, let's see.

Here.

Ah!

Ah!

Oh, yeah, here it is.

"The Pink Lady Sextant.

Fresh from triumphs in Leadville Cedar City--"

- Virginia City, Montana. - Virginia...

How'd you know?

Because I used to play cards in Virginia City

in the same saloon where those girls were dancing.

I wouldn't remember their faces

and Mae's dresses are a little longer these days.

But she was lying, Frankie. She does know who I am.

Well, you must've made some hit with her.

Six years later, she takes one look at you

has you beat up and tossed out of town.

Now I know why.

You see, I got into a scrap with a man in that saloon.

He said I was cheating. Of course, I wasn't.

But I got six days in jail anyway

for disturbing the peace.

The man in the next cell was waiting to be hanged.

He killed his partner in a fight over a gold claim.

Well, we got to playing cards through the bars

and I got to know him pretty well.

Well, the day before he was supposed to hang

he got a gun away from one of the guards and escaped.

But if I hadn't started remembering Virginia City

I don't think I'd have remembered him.

Not twenty pounds heavier, with a beard.

A beard?

Do you mean Mr. Scott?

Well, his name wasn't Scott then.

He changed it.

Have you ever changed your name, Frankie?

Well, sure.

After all, I couldn't go around with a handle like Frankovich.

Neither could Scott.

What do you mean?

His name was Frankovich too. Nick Frankovich.

He was my pa?

I don't know how to take this.

My pa.

It's not easy, Frankie.

You thought he was dead eight years ago.

But I never knew for sure.

Who did kill him?

I don't know.

But Mae Miller knew who he was.

And I'm pretty sure she was squeezing money out of him.

Now, back to "Maverick."

Well, welcome back, Mr. Maverick.

Mae said you might be around to see me.

Oh, well, it doesn't matter anymore.

As a matter of fact, I'm a little sorry

about our mix-up the other night.

Not at all, my fault entirely.

May I come in?

Please do.

[Mae] Well, I see you boys finally got together.

Oh, it was really you I came to see, Mae.

But Mr. Nolan is certainly welcome.

Fine, fine, have a chair, Mr. Maverick.

Thank you.

Well, shall we talk or sit here and bore each other

like civilized people?

Try talking.

Well, I have a bone to pick.

You've been a naughty girl, Mae.

You told a fib.

Oh, and what was that?

When you said you never saw me before.

What about Virginia City?

Well, I've been there, have you?

At the same time you and Scott were there.

- Scott? - Frankovich.

Oh, It's alright. I understand, Mae.

You were absolutely right to try to get rid of me.

After all, you fell into a pretty good thing

just by knowing who he was.

And I would've tried to cut myself in.

Cut yourself in?

Oh, well, I've been catching up on all my old newspapers.

Seems there was a man named stoner turned up dead here

about five years ago, fresh from Virginia City.

stoner?

Oh, you remember stoner.

Played very bad poker.

He knew Frankovich, too.

You're putting words together that you seem to understand

but I don't.

Ah, it's a shame you couldn't wait

for Scott to die a natural death.

I thought that little blonde from Tucson had killed him.

Must be something you don't know about her.

As a matter of fact, she didn't know it about herself yet.

But I think her story is going to make a lot more sense

if it gets out that Scott was her father.

Her father?

Her real name is Frankovich.

You say...

...she doesn't know about this yet?

And she doesn't have to.

I figured it's not too late

to slice myself a piece of cake.

Now, what's it worth if she never finds out

a thousand dollars?

You'd love to have me say yes, wouldn't you?

You would prove you were guessing right

but you wouldn't leave that girl in jail.

Not if you believed what you were saying.

But that's part of my price you have to get her out.

Get her out, how?

Well, give the sheriff someone else.

Give 'em the one who really killed Scott.

It was him, wasn't it?

That's not very polite Mr. Maverick.

Hold it, Vic, he's joking, he's got to be!

I'm not.

And if you're worried about him

talking after the sheriff gets him

well, we could always have him shot of resisting arrest.

Why don't you stand up and see how easy that'd be?

Come on, you're wearing a gun.

Please, Vic, we're talking business here

try not to interrupt.

Well?

It's no good, it's all a bluff!

No, I'm afraid it isn't.

You see, the sheriff's got a letter of mine in his safe.

Uh, but I can get it out.

If anything happens to me, he's gonna read it.

What if we do go along with you?

What?

Hear me out, Vic.

Supposing I did go to the sheriff

and tell him it was you who did it

and after all, it was, both times.

But we give you a head start.

A couple of days, a week

they'd never catch you.

And if I get my thousand now, I might even go with you.

Nobody's cut you in yet, Maverick.

And nobody's selling me out. Not even you, Mae.

I'd kill you both before I--

I wouldn't, and not in front of witnesses.

Witnesses?

Would you do me one last favor, Vic?

Would you open the door and let the sheriff in?

Drop the gun, Vic. Don't move, Mae.

I'm sorry, Vic.

I really did tell him to wait outside the door.

It's gettin' so you can't depend on anyone.

You're positive there's no other passengers?

One ticket, one passenger. Climb in, let's go.

[Frankie] Hold it! Hey, hold it. I've got a ticket too.

Hi!

Well, what could be sweeter

we got the whole thing to ourselves.

Easy with those hat boxes, hear?

Aren't you proud of me lover?

Got $500 advance on my new estate.

Didn't buy me one single new hat.

Guess I'm all through being confused.

Frankie, you can't leave Ten Strike now.

Well, you-you belong here, you are an heiress.

Well, you are even a banker.

Well, I am not quite ready to settle down yet, lover.

Besides, I know why you're trying to sneak off

without seeing me.

'Cause I have all that money you think I'm too good for you.

I do not!

And after all you did for me, why, you shouldn't be so proud.

There's nothing wrong with marrying money.

Not if you're really in love.

Frankie, there's a couple of things we got to get settled.

I am not proud and I am not in love, especially with you.

I have no intention of getting married

and if I did... it wouldn't be to you.

I mean...

Anybody ever tell you, lover, you talk too much?

♪ Who is the tall dark stranger there ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Riding 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 ♪♪