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- Morning. - Morning.

So, who are these for?

Well, don't rightly know. Early in the day yet.

You mean, you're just diggin' 'em in case?

Oh, like to have a couple ahead. Can't ever tell.

Who sends you most of your business?

Well, now that's scattered.

Sheriff, he's represented.

And uh... well...

...if I had to name one man, I'd say Dave Lindell.

Sounds like the kind of a man that you ought to tie in with.

Just an insurance policy.

Not to me.

I came here to kill him.

"Maverick."

Starring James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

A Warner Brothers television production.

Sheriff.

Lovely tonight, darling.

Good evening. I'm Dave Lindell.

- Bart Maverick. - I own the place, Maverick.

What's your excuse for being here?

Well, I'm looking for the fellow

that said he was gonna kill you.

Lookin' to help him, stop him, or just lookin'.

- Just lookin'. - You're wasting your time.

That was the young cowboy, big talkin'.

- You know him? - Friend of mine mentioned him.

Your friend was talkin' to the cowboy when I rode up.

He mentioned that too.

Just in from Santa Fe.

On my way back to Saint Joe to make a new connection.

Anything else I can tell you?

There isn't a place between Santa Fe and here

for a proper man to relax.

What's your pleasure?

- Is that an open game? - Open and rough.

What does that mean? Three out of five are housemen?

Only two, the dealer and the man opposite him.

Come on, Maverick. I'll get you started.

Hold it, boys. Fresh money. Sit down, Maverick.

- Thank you. - Take out a thousand.

Dealer's name is Harry. Rest you'll meet as you tangle.

- Harry. - Well, Maverick, this is Myra.

Don't let her distract you. She goes with a lease.

Table stakes. Five-card draw.

- Open on anything. - California Poker.

Yeah, California Poker. Ante your in.

Tightened up, didn't it?

Cards?

As long as this is such a free swinging game

I'll take one.

I asked for one card, you passed me two.

Sorry, they must have stuck together.

Top one's yours.

Careful, Harry. You could have fouled his hand.

Yes, I'd hate to lose a pot like this

because of an extra card in my hand.

Your sandwich, Mr. Maverick.

Compliments of the Buck Horn.

- Thank you. - Anybody else?

Gentlemen?

That'll be all, honey. Run along.

Mighty pretty country around here.

Let's just play poker, huh?

Your bet.

I tap you.

I have more than, uh...

Eleven hundred dollars here.

I still tap you.

Let's take a little more study.

[Dave] Come on, Maverick, what you gonna do?

Now just take it easy, Harry.

I'm not sure this hand is worth as much as I thought it was.

I told you to keep your hands off me.

Hold it, boss. It's only Pop. It don't mean a thing.

I call.

Well, you tapped me and I call.

Show down.

What have you got?

Nothing that will beat your five cards.

Mind if I have half of your sandwich?

Help yourself.

Something missing?

Yeah.

Mustard.

Game's closed for tonight.

Oh, that's too bad.

I was 300 shy on that bet. Pay him off.

I could give you a chance to get your money back.

Some other time, huh.

Let's make it soon. I had all the luck tonight.

A good hotel in town, gentlemen?

We're right in the middle of it.

Rooms are upstairs. Check-in at the desk.

Sounds convenient.

Thank you for a pleasant game.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Well, what happened?

He should have had six cards and a dead hand.

I don't know, boss, Charlie slipped in the extra card

while Myra was givin' him the sandwich.

That's right, Dave.

Well, what'd he do with it? He didn't eat it.

How did we do?

Twenty eight hundred dollars. Help yourself.

What was that for?

- The money? - Is that what it felt like?

I don't know.

I never bought a $1400 kiss before.

You could have knocked me over with an extra card

when I saw you standing at the bar.

Why didn't you tell me when you'd be here?

I wasn't sure myself.

Your letter was waiting for me in Santa Fe

but I had a little unfinished business.

Santa Fe.

That was a wonderful week we spent, wasn't it?

I'll never forget it.

Oh, you dog. You've forgotten it already.

It wasn't Santa Fe and it wasn't a week.

It was Saint Joe. One afternoon between trains.

Hmm. Well, I always get Santa Fe and Saint Joe mixed up.

But it's you I remember, not the town.

Anyhow, thanks for the sandwich.

I hear you didn't need it.

Oh, I needed it, alright.

I also needed you walking across that room.

You have quite an eye-filling strut.

Glad to help.

It's a pleasure to do business with a man who can say

something to a girl besides, "Hey, you. Come here".

Hey, you... come here.

Your letter was enticing and alluring

but vague.

Now, how about the details?

Wasn't the chance to see me again

enough to bring you running?

Now that you've got me even for a lass keeper.

- Yes. - Chicken feed.

Twenty eight hundred chicken feed?

I'm going to take this place over.

I need a man to work with me.

You're it.

I'm not sure I like the sound of that.

What do you mean, "I'm it?"

We're partners, 50-50 down the middle.

The Buck Horn, the hotel, everything.

Together we can get them. Interested?

Myra, the small sound of a silver dollar bouncing

on a plush sofa interests me.

But a thing like this could grow on a man

until he took roots.

What's the matter with roots?

Nothing except that I'd like to feel free

to say, "thank you and move on."

That can be arranged.

Both ways.

You make this sound very attractive.

How do we operate?

Does it make a difference?

Well, not especially but any radical departure

from my normal tactics might take a little getting used to.

Don't worry. You'll recognize every move.

You forgot your cut.

Put it in your stack, partner.

You'll need front money.

I've been waiting for you, Myra. I wanna talk.

There's nothing to talk about, Harry.

Maverick has 2800 of our money.

We can't let him get away with it.

I don't mean that. What about us?

When are we gettin' outta here?

Soon, Harry. Now, get back to work.

Dave mustn't see us together.

- Myra. - Huh!

Now, back to Maverick.

What'd you do to Myra last night?

Well, nothing, Dave. Nothing.

Then why did she slap you?

Well, that's what I wanna know.

I was standing here at the 21 table

trying to make a bet.

Say, why won't nobody take my money around here?

Maybe they don't like the way you make it.

Well, I work hard for it.

And it's honest money.

I see them fellows when they come into town.

And I see 'em on their way out.

- Some stop on the way out. - What happened to Myra?

Now she just stood beside me for a while.

And you said something.

So help me, Dave, I didn't.

She was watching you in that poker game

all of a sudden she turned around and slapped me.

You must've done something, I heard her say

"Take your hands off me".

I didn't do a thing, Dave.

Now, I wouldn't touch Myra.

- She's too full of life. - Oh, get out, you gool.

This is for telling about that cowboy who wants to kill you.

Come in.

The bartender said you wanted to see me.

I do.

Can I get you some breakfast?

Bacon, eggs, coffee.

Coffee will do just fine. Thanks.

This cowboy you were telling me about last night.

The one who wants to kill me.

What'd he look like?

Like he meant it.

No, no, no. I mean his appearance.

Was he young, old, short, tall, fat, thin, what?

I only saw him in the saddle.

He was sitting tight. He was dusty and trail weary.

Riding an old lop eared black that carried him a long way.

Double forked saddle and he wore his hat Texas style.

Where is he now?

I don't know. He rode off.

Why does it worry you this morning?

It didn't bother you at all last night.

Maybe I was big talkin' last night.

There must be a lot of people around wanting to kill you

if that poker game is any sample of your action.

It wasn't. Most games are practically honest.

- Wanna go to work? - What kind of work?

Floor manager out there.

Anybody who can handle himself in a poker game like you

should know his way around a gambling hall.

And in my case I ought to be able to recognize

that cowboy who's got you so spooked.

That's part of it. What do you say?

I got another offer.

Don't take it. I own this town.

You're a very convincing talker, Mr. Lindell.

I'm a very convincing doer, Mr. Maverick.

And your first detail is to get that cowboy outta town

before I'm forced to do something about him.

Well, fair enough. Consider me on the payroll.

Maverick.

One hour. I've been looking for you.

Hope we don't have any trouble.

No, we won't.

If you meant to kill anybody

I don't think you'd have talked about it.

That was part of the plan.

I wanted to Lindell know I was here.

Then I meant to hide out a few days till he got spooky.

Kinda lookin' over his shoulder.

- That part of it worked. - Seems like.

Only trouble, while I was hidin' out

I kept seein' and hearin' things.

Spooked yourself?

I don't think that was it.

Man gets an idea in his mind.

Works on it, thinks about nothing else, for years.

Then one day he takes a good look at it.

All of a sudden, it ain't worth doin'.

What do you hold against Lindell?

A girl. Pretty thing.

Five years ago, back home

Lindell came through following the railroad.

When he left, he took her with him.

- What happened to her? - She's here.

You were talkin' to her last night.

- Myra? - That's right.

I watched her in the Buck Horn through a window.

And later in your room from the porch roof.

After she left you, I...

Nothing's worth all that killin'.

I know this won't help much

but you're not the first man to find that out.

Is there anything I can do?

Not a thing.

I'll take your gun, just in case you change your mind.

I can get another, in case I change my mind.

Don't do it.

At least not until morning.

By then you'll be far enough away

won't make any difference.

Just step up there now and head for Texas.

You said it yourself.

It isn't worth it.

Sheriff, over this way.

This man is dead.

How'd this happen?

Well, don't know, sheriff.

I was coming into the Buck Horn.

Heard a shot over this way. And looked over and...

...seen somebody run away.

You recognize him?

You sure you didn't hear two shots?

Maybe 15, 30 seconds apart.

Nope. Could've been though.

Wagon needs greasin' pretty bad.

There's a lot of noise comin' out of the Buck Horn.

Then how did you happen to hear the one shot?

Why, I stopped the wagon.

I was hitchin' up the mules

and it must have been the last shot I heard.

Anybody else hear two shots?

Well I did. What does it prove?

I was just talkin' to this cowboy few minutes ago.

He started out of town, I heard a shot

came running in and found him like this.

Then I heard somebody running away.

I fired after him.

Here's the cowboy's gun.

You can see it hasn't been fired.

Here's my gun. It's been fired once.

How'd you happen to have his gun?

I took away from him while we were talkin'.

Anybody know this man?

That's the cowboy that said he was gonna kill Dave Lindell.

Well...

Didn't take you long to start earning your money, did it?

What does that mean?

You work for Dave Lindell, don't you?

I'm workin' for Dave Lindell, alright

but I didn't kill this man.

We're gonna have to hear lot more

than we have so far to prove that.

[Bart] You heard two shots.

The one that killed this cowboy and the one I fired

after somebody runnin' away from here.

Now, this-this somebody runnin' away from here

did you recognize him?

I thought I did.

He ran through a patch of light

in front of the Bonton.

Easy to check though. I hit him in the shoulder.

How are we gonna check it?

Line up everybody in town for an inspection?

Maybe not.

If you'll come with me for a couple of minutes.

Pop, take care of this man.

Alright, we'll check.

Gimme a hand, a couple of you fellas.

I knew we couldn't go over two days against the percentage.

In there?

That's the back door to the Buck Horn, isn't it?

- Yeah. Anybody in particular? - Dave Lindell.

If you're carryin' too many guns, I'll take mine back.

If you're right, you can have it.

Just go along with what you're doing, boys.

Now, back to "Maverick."

Well, come on in. Sheriff.

Surprised to see you.

We heard a shot.

Oh, I had a little accident cleaning my gun.

I shot myself in the shoulder.

Careless. This gun?

I was working on the trigger, I got it a little too fine.

- Flesh wound. - Nothing serious.

I'm afraid it is, Dave.

Man was killed in the street, 15-20 minutes ago.

- Anybody I know? - Cowboy.

Pop says he came in town to kill you.

Well, that settles it then.

Good work, Maverick.

Then it was you.

Well of course I hired him to protect me.

- I'd say he did a good job. - Not this time.

I took the man's gun away from him.

He was ridin' out of town when somebody shot him in the back.

Alright, if that's the way you want it.

It's not the way I want it. It's the way it happened.

The man changed his mind about killing you.

So, there's no point in killing him.

Maverick says the man was dead when he got to him.

- Somebody was running away. - Did you recognize him?

I not only recognize him, Dave. I took a shot at him.

- Did you hit him? - I hit him.

- In the left shoulder. - So, that's it.

Why didn't you say that when you first came in?

Wasn't me you hit? I've been right here for hours.

Can you prove that, Dave?

- Do I have to? - You have to.

Might be embarrassing.

We can stand it.

Alright. Come on in, honey.

Myra, you know the sheriff.

- Myra. - Maverick.

We've met.

How long have you been here, Myra?

Go ahead, honey. Tell 'em. They understand.

I've been here since supper.

When did Dave come in?

He's been here all the time.

Maverick?

I must have been mistaken, sheriff.

Thanks.

Let's stop fooling around, sheriff.

You know I didn't kill that cowboy.

How do I know that?

You saw the wound in Dave Lindell's shoulder.

Well not too close, why?

How could a man shoot himself like that while cleaning a gun?

Especially a man who knows his way

around guns like Dave Lindell.

Uh, he could have dropped it on the floor.

You disappoint me, sheriff.

The gun was fired, we heard a shot.

Of course the gun was fired.

Killing the cowboy, then it was reloaded

and fired through that open window behind him.

That's the shot we heard in the corridor.

It would be mighty hard to prove

considering the alibi Myra gave him.

Then the thing to do is break that alibi.

Go ahead.

If you can do it from here.

You mean you're gonna keep me locked up?

I have to.

An unarmed cowboy was shot in the back and killed.

Even in a roil, that's murder.

- Evenin', Myra. - Sheriff.

I'd like a few minutes alone with the prisoner.

I suppose that can be arranged.

Just so you're not disturbed.

I'll be right outside.

You said you talked to that man just before he was killed.

- That's right. - What did you talk about?

You.

Why didn't you mention it Dave's office?

I wasn't sure you knew who was killed.

I knew. Brazos. Brazos Kincaid.

There's a name for you. We were raised together.

In a little shriveled up, dried out Texas town

where a girl had nothing to look forward to

but hard work and a big family.

I had to get out of there.

I could feel myself growing up

and I had to get out of there before I got hooked.

So you went along with Lindell.

That's right. Could have been Joe Blow for all I cared.

Just so we had a clean shirt and two tickets out of town.

You don't call that being hooked?

There have been times when I've wondered about it.

Like the night when you asked me to take over the lease?

I still want you to take over the lease.

First we've got to get you out from under this killing.

That ought to be easy. All you have to do is tell the truth.

But I was telling the truth.

You mean Lindell was in there all the time?

He didn't just run in when the sheriff and I got in there?

Of course, you don't think I...

You do, don't you?

Myra, look at it my way.

You've been following Lindell for five years.

In the beginning it was enough that he took out of Texas town.

But as time went by, you decided you needed

some permanent security.

When you suggested that to Lindell, he laughed you off.

Last night he was in trouble. Bad trouble.

He couldn't laugh. So, you made a deal.

I'd never make a deal with anybody else

if I could be sure of you.

You can be sure of one thing about me.

I'm in jail facing a murder charge

and you're the only one who can do anything about it.

If you weren't in here...

...it would prove that you were right about last night.

I'd be inclined to do some serious talking.

That's what I wanted to hear.

Hold the good thought.

- Thanks, sheriff. - Goodnight, Myra.

You be careful or you won't live to hang.

- Who is it? - Harry.

Just a minute.

Come in.

Myra, what's the trouble?

- Where you going? - I don't know, Harry.

Just away from here. I can't stand anymore.

- Now, Dave, has he been-- - No, it's not Dave.

It's just, it's just everything.

I thought at one time we were gonna go away and be married.

We can still do that, Harry. That's why I sent for you.

Who else would you send for?

We can hold up in Santa Fe or St. Joe, East St. Louis.

There are dozens of joints I can work.

For real money too.

So, you can sit at home like a lady

and not be pinched and pawed by a lot of suckers.

That's what I want more than anything.

When do we go? Tonight?

- I can be ready in 10 minutes. - Harry.

There's one thing I have to do first.

- Name it. - There's a man in jail.

Maverick?

Yes, it's my fault he's there.

If we're going to make a fresh start, Harry.

I'd like it to be clean.

Oh, it's you, Harry.

Yeah, sheriff. I got a message for Maverick.

Kinda private.

Go ahead. I won't hear a thing.

The horse is outside. Get moving.

Go on. Get movin'.

The sheriff has my gun and bankroll.

Go out there, make sure it's safe while I find 'em.

And check that girth.

This is no time for a slipping saddle.

Make it fast. He won't be out all night.

That's what I wanted to know.

- Harry? - Harry.

Drink this, sheriff, it'll make you feel better.

Thanks.

What happened to him?

He went out to check a cinch.

Somebody nailed him from the dark.

I brought him back here.

I knew it wasn't you who hit me on the head

you were locked in the cell.

Why didn't you leave when you had the chance?

I'm suspicious by nature, sheriff.

What would people say if that was me

under there instead of Harry?

They'd say you deserved it.

Then they'd stop looking for the real killer that cowboy.

I got a feeling you're trying to talk me into something.

- What is it? - Forty eight hours.

Twenty four.

And your horse is still there. Get outta here.

- There's more. - Alright. What is it?

Somebody thinks they killed me tonight.

Let's let them go on thinking it.

Twenty four hours.

I can keep the office locked that long.

Tomorrow night. I'll be here.

Heard a shot a few minutes ago.

Mmm, business for me?

They tried to rig an escape, it backfired.

You can have 'em tomorrow.

It's the last lap that really counts.

[Bart] You talkin' to me?

Maverick.

Sure, Pop. Take a look.

I thought you was too smart for that setup.

Say, what you doin' out here?

You ought to be long gone.

Came to order a marker for that cowboy.

What name?

Brazos. Brazos Kincaid.

Kincaid.

K-I-N... C?

I don't know, Pop, I just heard the name.

Would you like a common, ordinary, serviceable marker?

Or would you like something special?

You mean, you got different kinds?

Well, try to have something for everybody.

Grave's a lonesome place.

Some folks like to dress it up a little.

Lot's of poetry written about graves.

And they seem to fascinate people.

Maybe that's because the odds are in their favor.

Yeah you can't beat the percentage.

I tried it once.

I thought I was bettin' on a sure thing.

Had a real good hand.

Even a tip to what the other fellow was holdin'.

- What happened? - Fouled my hand.

- Extra card? - Yes.

I knew it'd been had.

Tried everything in the world to get rid of that card.

Even went so far as to eat some of it in a sandwich.

And buzzards, they just sit there a-laughing.

Every bite I took.

Well, they finally called me down.

Had me dead to rice

there was over half of a one-eyed jack

still in that sandwich.

Took everything I had to square myself.

That's four years ago.

Been trying to dig myself back ever since.

By the looks of things around here, Pop,

you ought to be about even now.

Not quiet, Maverick.

Not quiet.

That's a fancy headpiece you're workin' on.

Yeah, it's somethin' special.

I come back to this every now and again.

Give it a touch here and there.

Well, Pop...

This ought to cover the marker.

Oh, yes.

You really ridin' alone?

I have to.

I'm caught in the switches.

- Gonna miss the weddin'. - What wedding?

Myra. Dave Lindell.

Whole town's invited. Big doin's at the Buck Horn.

They must have made up their minds kind of sudden.

When did you hear of it?

Oh, sheriff came by about an hour ago

said to pass the word along to anybody that's interested.

You interested?

Well, much more than that, Pop.

I'm overcome with admiration.

She finally made it.

- What you talkin' about? - Myra.

Now, there's a gal who knows her own mind.

She's been following Dave Lindell for five years now.

Finally landed him.

Well, now, you're just a little mixed up.

It was Dave that was trying to land Myra.

Why, I don't know.

She's bad news from the back creek.

You mean, that she could've married him

but she wouldn't have him?

Dave Lindell has been fighting men away from Myra

ever since I've been here.

She's responsible for half

the graves on that hill

the way she kept him in torment.

Then why is she marrying him now?

Say, that don't figure does it?

Maybe I better attend that wedding, Pop.

Got any idea how you gonna stop it?

No.

I might catch the bridal bouquet.

Now, back to "Maverick."

I can't imagine Harry doing a thing like that.

You mean, he told you he had a message for Maverick

and then slapped you over the head with a gun?

That much I'm sure of.

Ah, doesn't make sense.

It could be the connection between Harry and Maverick.

Only one as far as I can see, Dave, that's you.

I've put him in jail, you tried to get him out. Reasonable?

On the surface, but there's a couple of flaws.

I didn't think you had a case against Maverick

or I wouldn't let you put him in jail in the first place.

Could've changed your mind after I got him in there.

But I wouldn't send Harry. He's a card mechanic a dealer.

Somebody sent him down. I got a lump on my head to prove it.

Then what happened? Did he hit the trail?

[Bill] He'd have to after a stunt like that.

His clothes are up there, his tack.

He didn't even draw the month's pay he's got coming.

Must've figured on being back.

[Dave] Well, if he makes it I'll let you know.

You do that, Dave.

Be mighty interesting to talk to him.

Big night, boss.

Everybody in town's gonna give you a send off.

Everybody but one.

Well, name him. I'd drag him in here by the neck.

Don't bother. Maverick's the one I have in mind.

- I'd rather he didn't show. - Maverick?

Well, he's laid off dead at the sheriff's office, ain't he?

Well, if he is, forget I mentioned it.

If he isn't, he's the one man who can break up this wedding

and I don't want that to happen.

Pull a few boys away from the bar and make sure.

Should we bust into the sheriff's office

and take a look under that blanket?

No. The sheriff's hot enough as is. That might set him off.

Spread yourselves around outside

and make certain there isn't a ghost at the wedding.

It's Maverick you're looking for. He's supposed to be dead.

If he turns up, you make sure he is.

Rest of you, come with me.

It's just an odd pair of boots I found in your closet.

Does that mean you're not true to me?

You're supposed to be dead.

That's what everybody tells me.

But I thought you knew better.

- I knew better? - You must have.

You sent Harry to get me out of jail.

- Get out of here. - Why?

You told me to hold a thought.

Now, you're planning to marry Dave Lindell.

What does it mean?

Means I finally got him in a spot

where he has to marry me.

It's easier this way.

No pain, no strain.

I marry Dave, take the place over...

...and we go on from there.

Pop tells me you could've married Dave anytime

in the last five years.

Why didn't I?

Because Pop was wrong.

You couldn't marry anybody, you already had a husband.

Brazos Kincaid.

The cowboy from that little dried up Texas town.

Brazos told you that?

Why else would a man travel

so far after so many years?

- What about the baby? - There was no baby.

That's why I ran away when I did.

You don't think I'd...

Alright, he was my husband.

I left him note telling him what I was doing

giving him everything he needed to divorce me.

But he didn't.

I tried to divorce him, but I couldn't.

So, I kept piling on reasons for five years.

I saw him that night after I left your room.

Pleaded with him.

But all he'd say was the cabin was still there

anytime I wanted to come home.

How do you get rid of a man like that?

Kill him.

I had to tell Dave about him.

You were right.

The other night, Dave wasn't in his office all the time.

He came running in. Said he did it for me.

Offered me everything in the world.

I think Dave was in his office all that time.

I think you came running in

offering him everything in the world.

I think you killed Brazos.

No, no, you remember last night in the jail

you said it was Dave.

That was last night before you sent Harry the dealer

into button things up.

You know I would've figured this out given enough time.

It was me you meant to kill, not Harry.

Joe?

Joe?

- Where are you? - Oh...

[Dave] Thank you. Drink up, men.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

He's here.

Why did you write that letter?

Why send for me in the first place?

I thought then--

You thought then I could help you get

what you wanted alive.

But when Brazos entered the picture

you began to figure I could serve your purpose

much better dead.

You're right.

I meant to kill you.

You should be dead right now.

All I have to do is tear my clothes and holler for help

and you will be.

Dave!

Dave, help!

There'll be a slight delay in the ceremonies, gentlemen

but you're still my guests.

[Bill] Hold it, Dave!

Sit tight, sheriff, this too is on the house.

Charley!

Maverick, behind you!

I'll be alright.

Get along, son, I'll-I'll be alright.

Take a look at that wound in Myra's shoulder, sheriff.

She wasn't alibiing Dave. He was alibiing her.

She killed Brazos.

[Bill] Dave?

What difference does it make now?

All averages out, Maverick.

You see what I mean?

I know, Pop.

That's, uh, the marker I was working on.

I finished it.

Tsk, the fancy one?

Fancy one...

Take...

Take a look-look at it...

Pop? Po...

- Find it? - Yes, I did.

Carvin' his own marker.

Like Pop always said, you can't beat the percentage.

He didn't have to die to prove it to me.

Sheriff.

[Bret] In our next story, a disarmingly beautiful girl

spins such a web of double-crossing deals

and romantic promises

that I have to seek refuge in a cemetery.

You were planning on buying $500 worth of cat?

That's right.

They need cats in Paradise, Mr. Maverick.

Need them desperately.

Tsk, to join the heavenly chorus?

No, silly.

Paradise is a small mining town

and they're having terrible trouble with rats.

Tsk, some of them are probably friends of mine.

- Shanghai? - No, Singapore.

You're bound west for Singapore on the Island Trader.

Captain Puget commanding.

You're gonna make your fortune in the Land of Spice.

Oh, well, I never turn down money, Your Honor

but, well, I've sort of made my fortune in a Land of Mice.

Marry me, Modesty.

I'll provide for you and I'll cherish you.

For better or for worse. In-in sickness and in health.

Till death do us part.

Yes, but that'll be almost immediately.

Anytime, Uli.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Am I interrupting something?

Stay out of this, Maverick!

Why, I'm a peaceful man sheriff.

Not even armed.

All I'm trying to do is cross the street.

Hold your fire, sheriff.

That's his constitutional right.

Well, I-I'd like a man disposed of.

Well, now, would you like both his legs broke

or have his body thrown in the river?

Well, I-I'm not quite sure.

Which is cheaper?

Just happens, stranger, that I put up the $500

this little lady took down to Sacramento to buy cats.

You?!

[Bret] Join our guest star Mona Freeman

as she befuddles and bemuses me

and a few other clever gentlemen

in "The Cats of Paradise."

♪ 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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