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Maverick, I'll get even with you

if it takes me all the rest of my days.

Don't worry about him, Mr. Maverick.

He won't be around long enough to give you any trouble.

Well, thank you, sheriff. I'll be at the hotel

when that reward money comes through.

Stay right where you are.

You ain't going no place.

Well, good morning, Chester. What seems to be the trouble?

Well, I hate to bust in on you like this, Lester.

But I've been travelin' all night to catch up with him.

Sheriff, what could you possibly want me for?

About Ward Quillan's murder.

"Maverick..."

...a Warner Bros. television production.

[Bart] There're two things that make a strange town

seem less lonely.

The sound of a friendly voice

or word of a friendly game.

Since the friendly voice had told me of the friendly game

I felt an irresistible urge to pull up a friendly chair

and partake of the hospitality.

Oh. Well, Bart Maverick.

Well, I-I had no idea you were in town...

Well, I mean...

...well, do come in, darlin'.

You are most pleasant surprise.

Surprise?

Marla, you know, last time I saw you

you left me stranded, minus $2,000.

Well, I-I intend to pay it all back.

And I will. Someday.

I'm sure you will.

Now, don't tell me you're Mother Hubbard.

Oh, don't be silly. I'm just stayin' here.

- Alone? - Practically.

Except for Pearly.

- Pearly Gates? - Yes.

By the most amazing coincidence, he's roomin' here, too.

There isn't a remotest chance

this is Pearly's game, is there?

Oh, dear. No. He's turned over a new leaf

and this time he means it. But when we leave here

he's gonna operate a mining claim in Virginia City.

And mining's hard work, Bart.

Uh, provided he wins, of course.

Of course, darlin'.

Bart Maverick! What a refreshing sight.

Oh, you have no idea

how many times I thought of you.

Especially when you were broke.

Oh, now, that's unkind, Bart.

But I refuse to allow your home-spun wit

to dampen our friendship.

Well, that's a very pleasant thought, Pearly.

Oh, listen, Bart, I have some very important

business to tend to, uh.

Why don't you go over to the hotel and then

I'll meet you there when I'm finished.

We can have a few drinks and, uh, swap a few lies

about our mutual prosperity.

Pearly, he knows about the game.

Oh. Well, it's just small time, Bart.

It's peanuts, you wouldn't be interested.

Oh.

Well, anytime you don't want me to do something, Pearly

[Bart] I'm always interested.

Windgate, we're all waiting for ya'.

Be right there, sir.

- Well, shall we? - Mmm.

Well, gentlemen.

I'd like you to meet Bart Maverick.

He's an old family friend.

Uh, this is Mr. Copp, our junior hotel proprietor.

- Mr. Maverick. - Mr. Copp.

And Mr. Laine.

Our superintendent of our livery stable.

- Maverick. - And Mr. Wiley Carger.

Gentleman rancher, from uh...

- Aboline. - Of course.

I think we've met somewhere before, Mr. Carger.

- Not likely. - Have a seat.

Now, boys, uh, this is a gentleman's game.

There'll be no guns. A rule of the house.

So if you don't mind putting 'em on the table over there.

[Bart] There're a number of things that should've warned me

away from that poker game.

Carger's face reminded me of one I'd seen on wanted poster.

His two friends looked like they'd been weaned on Colt 45s.

My old friend, Pearly Gates was pawning himself off

as Windfield Windgate III

member of a wealthy Southern family.

And finally, Pearly hadn't wanted me

in his game in the first place.

I'd been watching Pearly like a hawk.

He hadn't palmed an ace or crimped a card.

And he was losing heavily.

I had to admit, I was wrong about Pearly

yet I had that gnawing feeling that maybe he was waiting

for that one big fat hand.

My deal.

- One, two, three. - One.

And one on the dealer picks one.

The place is on fire!

No, no, just the fireplace.

Somebody open that window.

Must be a faulty flue.

It's more than that. Our money flew.

And so has your friend Windfield Windgate III.

Now, now. Wait a minute. He's no friend of mine.

You didn't deny it before.

- I'm gonna get the sheriff. - I'm going with you.

- Uh, me too. - Just not so quick.

Family friend, we don't need the sheriff.

- You don't? - No. We got you.

And you're gonna find him for us.

[Marla] Pearly!

Pearly?

Oh, Pearly. Well, what happened?

So, you had to give up the mine

because of a sick sister back east, huh?

I'm hauling my pen, we've been taken.

Well, if you'd investigated first

we wouldn't be sitting here now.

And if you hadn't been so insistent

about my going legitimate

I would've had time to check this claim out.

You're blaming me.

Now, you can stop your wailing.

You're gonna need all the tears you got for my funeral.

Oh, Pearly.

Why, gentlemen.

This is an unexpected surprise.

- Yes. - Alright, Windgate.

Where's the money you stole?

Well, I admit, I lost my head when the fire broke out.

I took what I thought was my own money, and I ran.

And too late, I realized, I'd...

...taken all the money on the table.

Well, they happen to know that Marla stuffed the chimney.

[Pearly] Oh!

Well, uh, unfortunately, I've invested all that money

in this, here, mining claim.

Well, we know that too. We stopped by the claim office.

They told us where to find you.

Oh, in that case, I'd be more than happy

to turn this claim over to you. Why, it's only fair.

It's no go, friend. They also told us

at the claim office there ain't enough silver here

to plate your tin cuff-links.

Why, that's downright dishonest of 'em.

Now, you listen to me.

Any other time, it'd do my heart

good to see you go broke. But right now

I happen to be in serious trouble

because this man is outta lotta money.

And he happens to think that I help set him up.

Oh, Bart had nothing to do with it.

Alright, Windgate.

How much money have you got left?

Oh, I got uh... let's see here.

Eight silver dollars.

Then in that case, you better wire

your rich relatives in Atlanta

that you're gonna need $5,000.

Or a new head.

I-I-I'm sorry, Mr. Carger, but see, he can't do that.

Because, uh, well, I happen

to know his Uncle Ezra.

And if he suspected for one minute

that his favorite nephew... I mean, his only nephew

was gambling away his allowance money

he'd cut him off without a penny.

I need money.

[Bart] Now, just a minute, Mr. Carger.'

You can't kill him in cold blood.

Well, you've got to take him to a sheriff.

Let the law take care of him.

Who said anything about killing him?

My friends and I have other plans for him.

Mr. Carger, sir, I knew you were a gentleman.

Big Jim Watson.

Who did you think it was, Little Lord Fauntleroy?

[Jim] Oh, you can keep it, little lady.

You and your friend here are driving me into Sunset.

Turn me over to the sheriff and ask for the reward.

That oughta take about, uh, three days to get it.

Now, hold on.

Now, there's gotta be a catch to it.

[Jim] There is.

After you get the reward

the boys here are gonna break me out.

And you're coming with us.

And you're gonna hand over the 10,000.

You're putting quite a bit of confidence

into those two fellas, aren't you?

Well, that jail wouldn't hold an under nourished chicken.

Well now, Mr. Watson, there's uh...

...there's a certain amount of risk involved here.

Now, I mean, I'm liable to be implicated

as an accessory after the fact.

Now, under those circumstances, I feel I'm entitled to, uh...

...oh, at least half.

One fourth.

And consider yourselves lucky.

Oh, I'm sorry.

One half, or you can count me out.

What did you say?

I said, you have my whole-hearted support.

Uh, now, aren't you going to

quite a bit of trouble to get that money back?

Look, we're wasting time.

You get your gear together while the boys tie me up.

Uh, but, uh, I...

Now, you listen to me, when you get that money

half of it's mine, do you understand?

Bart, of course.

I consider that a debt of honor.

Well, that's what's bothering me.

Oh, uh, incidentally, is it, uh...

...Mrs. Gates, yeah?

It was the very first thing we were gonna do

after we bought this mine.

Oh.

Now, Marla, honey, now it's gonna have to wait.

Excuse me.

Now, you understand? It's, uh...

...just till I have enough funds again.

- Again. - Alright, you two. Let's go.

Right away.

You two, follow along.

Make sure he delivers me to the sheriff.

Isn't it gonna be kinda dangerous

for you two, uh, hangin' around Sunset?

We're gonna stay around long enough

to see that Windgate does what he's supposed to.

Hmm. It's been quite an education meeting you fellas.

Thanks. Say, I'm sorry, we had you pegged wrong about Windgate.

I guess you'll be as glad to see him get

what's coming to him, as we will.

Ah, givin' him a quarter of that action seems like

a peculiar way of showing it.

The only thing he's gonna get

is a bullet in the back

right after he gives us the money.

You may not be able to recoup all your losses

but at least you'll have the satisfaction of knowing

that if hadn't have been for you

we never would've found him.

[Jim] Let's go.

Could you hold this?

Move out.

Hyah!

Hey, Maverick.

[Bart] Unfortunately, they were right.

Pearly was as good as dead, and I set him up for it.

I'm not a sentimental slob where Pearly is concerned

but common decency dictated

his being warned of his imminent demise

while pure self-interest told me

I'd better plan a way of saving his neck

if I was ever to get my money back.

Now, back to "Maverick."

I declare, Big Jim Watson.

Now, uh, get in there, Big Jim.

Please.

Doggone! I meant to have that fixed.

[Pearly] Uh, where would a gentleman go to indulge

his fancy for harmless game of cards?

[Bentley] Oh, across the street where everyone else goes.

To Ward Quillan's place.

It ain't much, but it's, uh, honest.

Honest.

Thank you, sir.

Uh, Marla, honey.

Thank you again, sheriff.

Sheriff.

There you are, Mr. Quillan. My marker for $500.

That makes 2000, Mr. Windgate.

Fortunes, you captured Big Jim.

Yes, isn't it?

[Pearly] Well, what do you have, sir?

Three little aces.

Two little queens.

This is just one of those days.

Well, would you gentlemen excuse me?

Uh... old friend of the family.

Just don't leave town.

Uh, no.

You, um, interrupt me at a particularly bad moment.

Things are gonna get a lot worse, Pearly.

It's highly unlikely. I already owe Mr. Quillan there

two thousand dollars.

Yeah, are you using Windfield Windgate III

for credit rating again?

Just the name.

Two thousand is an advance

against the $2,500 I got coming.

Oh, that's too bad.

Because you don't have $2,500 coming, Pearly.

- I don't? - Mm.

The only thing you can look for is a an early funeral

contributed by Big Jim and his two friends.

Oh, now, you're just saying that to get even with me.

Alright, Pearly.

My conscience is clear because I warned you.

- Maverick. - Hmm?

You really mean it?

Well, point is, uh...

...Big Jim really means it.

Oh.

Well, old friend.

- So what do we do? - Uh-uh.

It's what you do, Pearly.

Now, let's step over and see Sheriff Bentley.

What for?

I'll tell you all about it on the way over.

Hmm.

Remember, just don't leave town.

I'll do that.

Well...

...I see that you, uh, found Mr. Windgate, young fella.

Yes, sir, and it's a good thing that I did.

Yes, that's right.

Sheriff, I've made a terrible mistake.

I hope you didn't break any laws.

We've only got one cell, and it's full now.

Uh well, you can empty it, sheriff.

I brought in the wrong man.

He's right.

You mean that he ain't Big Jim Watson?

He ain't.

Unfortunately, Watson was arrested

last week in Abolina.

My friend here just told me.

What are you tryna pull, Windgate?

Well-well if he ain't Big Jim, who is he?

He-he's an imposter that's who.

Oh, I admit he looks like Watson, acts like him, too.

Uh frankly, he had me fooled completely.

Well...

...I don't mind telling you

this takes a real load off my back.

And I...

Oh, wait a minute. Now, wait a minute.

Why would any man in his right senses

practically get himself invited into jail

for something that he didn't do?

Well, you see, what Mr. Windgate means, sheriff

is that he is not in his right senses.

He's one of those poor unfortunates

who goes through life, uh, confessing

to other men's crimes. They want attention.

They need to be taken notice of, sir.

You stay out of this, Maverick.

I'm Big Jim Watson

and no one's gonna get me outta here.

[Bart] You see what I mean, sheriff?

He lives in a world, all his own.

If he was really Big Jim Watson

he'd jump at the chance to get out.

I've heard about fellas like you.

Too bad. Out.

[Jim] You're gonna lose your job over this.

Well, it can't happen too soon. I'm over due now, son. Out!

And let me give you some advice.

Don't go around impersonating any outlaws

because you ain't the type.

Out! I said out of here.

I'll see you outside.

Doggone it!

Well, sure picks me up.

If I do manage to survive Watson, what do you think

Quillan is gonna say when he finds out

I can't pay him back?

Nothing, I hope.

Until we show him the wire.

Wire?

It should be arriving any moment.

Uh, excuse me.

I got a wire here for Windfield Windgate III.

It says, "I can find him here."

That regretfully informs you that your Uncle Ezra's

passed on, you're to inherit the entire Windgate fortune.

It further states that as soon as practical

an attorney will contact you to make final arrangements.

Yeah, now, that's mighty considerate of you, Bart.

But how is that gonna keep me alive?

By, uh, peeling the man's basic cupidity.

Since you owe Mr. Quillan, Watson and myself about $15,000

they might be persuaded to each accept a piece of paper

giving them a share of your will as collateral

until such time as you okay them back.

Now, how in the world am I supposed to do that?

The important thing is to keep you alive.

You can worry about paying us back

as soon as you are safely out of town.

- Bart. - Yeah?

- You're a genius. - I know.

But I have a disturbing feeling there's something wrong with it.

Oh, what could be wrong with it, Pearly?

I don't know.

I can't pin down exactly, but I got a feelin'.

Well, then you better make a decision

before you walk through that door.

- Uh, you just convinced me. - Eh.

You fellas queasy about going out?

Oh, no, sheriff.

No, we're sorry to have bothered you, sir.

You are not gonna leave town alive.

Neither are you.

Well, now, that might prove to be very short-sighted

on your part, Mr. Carger.

[Bart] As it could cost you a fortune.

What fortune?

Telegram.

Oh, well, half would be fine.

[Bart] He went for the wire like it was a gilt-edge bond.

I said I had a plan that would practically

guarantee his money back.

But I'd need an hour to work the details out.

Then I'd meet them at the hotel with Quillan present.

Big Jim was reluctant to let Pearly out of his sight.

So, I left him with Big Jim for collateral.

Now for the sneakiest part of my plan

the full details of which I couldn't possibly

have divulged to Pearly.

Step one.

To send an urgent wire

to an engaging disciple of my pappy's.

Know as Oliver Slippery Perkins.

A man of considerable charm, graciousness, gentility

and old fashioned larceny.

Now, gentlemen, I give you my solemn word.

He will return.

I don't know what your friend's

got in mind, Windgate.

But if he doesn't show up, you're going to jail for fraud.

The money you barged from me was under false pretenses.

If Maverick don't show up, I get a crack at him first.

Take what's left of the jail.

It's about time.

Excuse me.

Well, I was very busy.

Oh, hi, sir. I'm Mr. Bart Maverick.

I'm a dear old friend of the Windgates.

I presume you are Mr. Ward Quillan?

- That's right. - How do you do?

Unless you've got something to say

to keep this Windgate outta jail.

You're wasting my time.

I'm quite certain I have, sir.

Well, gentlemen.

If you'll just consider this

a meeting of the board of directors

Mr. Windgate being the corporate body.

Maverick, I wish you wouldn't refer to me as the body.

The image is disturbing.

It's just a matter of speech, Mr. Windgate.

Oh, it seems to me that we three

have something in common.

Yeah? What?

Well, Mr. Windgate is under financial obligation

to each one of us.

Now your solution is to have him arrested.

[Bart] Yours, of course is more drastic.

Mine, gentlemen, is much more realistic.

Maverick, cut out the big words.

Get to the point.

Ah, if we put him in jail

or we eliminate him all together

that means that we won't get back one penny on the dollar.

It's good thinking. That's very good.

To be perfectly blunt, gentlemen.

The Windgate fortune

is about to pass into his hands.

Poor Uncle Ezra. It's a shame really.

He was only 85.

Mr. Windgate, would you please refrain from interrupting me?

Now I suggest that Mr. Windgate

give us each an equal share in his will.

We will use that as collateral until such time

as he collects the money to pay us back.

[Bart] The total of that money coming to $60,000.

$60,000?

Yes, Mr. Windgate, $60,000.

Twenty thousand dollars, a piece.

[Bart] In consideration for us waiting to get it.

Do you agree?

Agreed.

And we become his heirs?

Well, loosely speaking, yes. You see--

When do I get my $20,000?

Well, Mr. Quillan, just as soon as the estate is settled.

That should take about three weeks.

[Bart] Do you agree to those terms, sir?

Well, it's better than nothing.

Twenty thousand dollars.

I should say it's better than nothing.

We'll put that in writing.

Eh, gentlemen, I took the liberty

of having these drawn up.

As they name us as beneficiary to his will.

Of course, share and share alike.

Now, Mr. Windgate, these are all prepared...

For you signature, sir.

Bartender, pen and ink, please.

Mr. Windgate, there you are.

Ah, the ink.

Have you got the witness in your other pocket?

Uh, gentlemen, I think that we can each witness

for each other.

Here you are.

And...

It's been my pleasure, gentlemen.

And, uh, beneficiaries.

You take care of yourself.

Yes, I'll, uh, make a special point of that.

Gentlemen.

Well, now, this one is yours

and this one is yours.

- Suppose he skips town? - Well, why should he?

The Windgate fortune is worth millions, gentlemen.

Why should he be bothered with $60,000?

Well, it's been my pleasure.

Excuse me, please.

Now, Marla, honey.

What kind of a cad would ask a girl to marry him

when he's barely got enough money

for tickets to the next town?

A cad who loves me enough

to face a future in spite of it.

Honey, you've got to be be practical.

I'm sick and tired of being practical.

Hurry, they're waiting for you.

Bart, you were brilliant in there.

- Positively brilliant. - Save the compliments.

You better get on that stagecoach

or they're liable to find out who you really are.

Now, just exactly

what I've been trying to tell her.

Now, perhaps you can convince her.

Marla, darling, as unlikely as it may seem

this time, Pearly is right.

Well, of course I am.

Honey, you know, I'll send for you

just as soon as I can offer you something better

than playing hide-and-seek with Big Jim Watson company.

But where will you be, darlin'?

- I'll be in Payoff. - Payoff?

The very next stop the stage makes.

- The very next. - Oh.

Bye.

Ha.

Thank you, thank you.

[Bart] Oliver Slippery Perkins.

If Oliver played his hand convincingly

I'd soon collect the money Pearly owed me.

If he didn't, I might collect a headstone.

How much longer are you gonna be in town?

Till my two friends show up.

Well, this might interest you.

I checked with the stagecoach clerk

and yesterday, Windgate bought a ticket to Payoff.

Windgate?

Sir.

Did my ears detect the honorable name of Windgate?

What about it?

My card.

Well, Oliver S. Perkins.

Attorney at law.

Especially, criminal and civil action.

Also legal advisor to some of our country's

most famous families, including that of Windgate.

Well, that's funny, we were just talking' about

a Winfield Windgate III.

I see, I see.

This is an amazing coincidence.

That's just the gentleman I'm looking for.

What for?

The poor boy's uncle, Joe Cephas Windgate...

...passed away.

And he left him the sole heir of his estate.

It's a heavy burden for one so young.

I thought his uncle's name was Ezra.

Ah, it is. I say, I say, it is.

Ezra Joe Cephas Windgate.

Of course, Winfield always called him Ezra

since he sat on his knee and tricked his beard.

But to most of us, he was known as Joe Cephas.

- Well, he gets all the money? - Every penny of it.

[Oliver] Over two million dollars of stocks and bonds

and holdings and what have you.

Well, now, uh, just what does he have to do

to collect his estate?

All he has to do, sir

is sign these little old papers in here.

Just a scratch of the pen

and he's a millionaire.

Oh well, I can see that, uh, these get to him.

I'm afraid that wouldn't do, sir.

According to, Jenkins vs. Atkins

New York's court of claims and torts.

You see, the judge directed that

the acceptance of the inheritance had to be witnessed

by the properly authorized council

as appointed by the trustees.

In other words, gentlemen

it has to be done in front of me.

Well then, you better be on the next stage to Payoff.

That's where he is.

What time does the livery leave?

10 o'clock, tonight.

Hmm.

Just time for a friendly little libation

to sort of... ease the trip.

Gentlemen, your health.

Sure wish I had some folding money.

Yeah? What for?

I don't think Maverick knows the legal eagle heir's in town.

If I was to tell him that Windgate skipped up

we'd never see his money again.

I bet he'd sell his share in the will for $5,000.

That'd leave me with a $15,000 profit.

Oh, well, now, uh, I don't think he'd be that gullible.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

Oh, n-no, I gotta get right over to the bank.

I-I-I mean, the post office.

Gotta pick up some mail.

Now, back to "Maverick."

- Slippery Perkins. - Shh.

Oh what in the world are you doing here?

Not so loud, my pet.

I'm engaged in a rather delicate enterprise

that calls for little dignity.

- Really? - Yes.

Let's have a drink and, uh, talk over old times, huh?

Oh, excellent suggestion.

[Bart] There's a fine relationship between the law of averages

and the law of human nature.

In this instance, the key word being "greed."

The first to display this lamentable trait

was our new friend, Mr. Quillan.

I was just on my way to see you.

Do you know that Windgate checked out of his hotel?

Yes, I know.

He just seemed to have disappeared.

I guess, we're left holding an empty bag.

Well, I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Quillan.

If I thought there was any risk--

Oh, now, I don't mind

taking a risk now and then.

As a matter of fact, I've been thinking.

Uh, why not go the whole way?

But which way is that, sir?

Well, you know, Maverick, I like you.

And I just might be willing to take that worthless piece

of paper you're holding, off your hands.

And give you $5,000 for it.

Oh, no, Mr. Quillan, I couldn't permit you to--

Oh, now, maybe sometime you can do a favor for me.

Now, just to save time, uh...

...you just sign yours over to me.

Oh, yes, of course.

Here it is.

Thank you.

Ah, that's fine.

Well, that, uh, that is half the bargain, isn't it?

Oh, oh, oh, yes.

- Yes, indeed. - There you are.

I certainly hope you won't regret this.

Well, I'm sure you won't.

I'm inclined to agree with you, sir.

- Oh, your hat. - Oh, oh, yes, indeed.

Thank you, yes, thank you.

[Bart] Prudence suggested I leave town.

But then, there was a tempting

possibility that Big Jim

might have the same idea as Quillan.

In which eventuality, I'd procured

another copy of my third of the inheritance.

It was against my moral principles

but then, Big Jim owed me a little something

for the ordeal he put me through.

Ah, just a moment.

Come in.

Oh, Marla.

Bart.

You'll never guess who I ran into.

I don't think I'll even try.

Oliver Slippery Perkins.

- Oliver? - Yes.

And he told me the most amusing story

about how you sent for him

and how he pretended to-to be looking for Pearly

just so Mr. Carger... uh-oh, Big Jim

could, uh, try to buy you out.

Well, it's just a shame that sometimes

the best laid plans of mice and men go astray.

You mean, it didn't work?

Yeah, well unfortunately, Marla, it did not work.

Oh, now, isn't that strange?

Oliver overheard Mr. Quillan and Big Jim

talkin' about buying you out for $5,000.

And speaking of coincidence, I just passed Mr. Quillan

on the way up.

Well, it's a small world.

And full of lots of new surprises.

The money, Bart.

All five thousand.

- All of it? - Yes.

Well, Marla, I need a couple of thousand of that

to-to make a big killing in Denver.

- Some mining stuff. - Oh!

Someone who had to get rid of a big stake

because of a sick sister in the East.

Oh now, you know I'd never fall

for something like that. The whole--

All of it.

Unless, of course, you'd...

...rather I simply tell Mr. Quillan and, uh, Big Jim

about your little game.

Huh, you go right ahead.

And, uh, they'll get back...

...the hard way.

I get the feeling we've been through his before.

You silly goose.

[Bart] I guess you might as well consider that

as my wedding present.

Well, don't be ridiculous.

What with all this money, why should I get married?

Bye.

[Bart] I shudder to think what my chances of survival

would be when Big Jim Watson began to wonder

why I sold out to Quillan.

This left me with one alternative.

An extremely undignified one, but nevertheless

the only one.

Now, back to "Maverick."

Now, now, listen here, all you folks.

- Go on home, go on home. - What's in there?

When I get anything to report, I'll let you know.

Now go, all of you. Scat!

Bart. Bart.

I was just on my way upstairs

to see you about our little arrangement.

Yeah, well, I'm afraid you're gonna have to wait

for your share, Slippery.

See, Marla, relieved me of it

when you were so generous in telling her all the details.

Oh, my, I had no idea she was involved.

Well, she is. What's going on over there?

You're friend, Quillan, just got himself killed.

They found his body outside with a bullet in it.

Did he have the papers on him? Pearly's wills.

- No sign of em'. - Good evening, gentlemen.

- Good evening. - Nice evening, ain't it?

Well, that depends on how you look at it, Mr. Carger.

It's too bad about Quillan.

Yeah.

Must have had some enemies.

I didn't know you two know each other.

Oh, well, uh, you see, we just met.

Well, don't keep him too long, uh...

You're supposed to catch a stage tonight.

Don't give it another thought, friend. I'll-I'll be on it.

Tell me, did your friends arrive yet?

Oh, they've been here and left.

I won't be needing them for a while.

Goodnight.

Bart.

That man's up to something nasty.

And I gave him the idea.

Great Mortimer's mustache!

Now what's wrong?

I finally figured out why Pearly was so bothered

about my beautiful little plan, it could get him killed.

How's that?

If Watson killed Quillan, and I'll give odds

that he did, then he's got Quillan's will and mine.

That leaves him the only heir and that leaves Pearly

the only obstacle between him and his alleged inheritance.

He'll figure all he has to do

is dispatch Pearly and pick up all the chips.

Oh! Did you ever stop to think what will happen

when Big Jim kills Pearly

and finds out the only thing he has inherited

is an old worn deck of cards?

Bart, he'll come looking for us.

Not if I can get to Pearly before he does.

Well, I wish you luck.

But I'm a self-made coward.

I'll be on that stage tonight.

And I won't get off till the last stop.

Goodnight.

Uh, pardon me.

Why, Bart I thought you were still in Sunset.

Well, it's a good thing for you that I'm not.

Now, what could possibly go wrong?

Hey, look here. My luck has changed.

Just made a little killin' in there.

It's not much, but it's a beginning.

Well, I've got some bad news for you, Pearly.

Big Jim is still looking for you.

Now, I thought we'd straighten out all that.

Now, what happened to that intriguing idea

of yours about my inheritance?

Pearly, brace yourself.

Do you remember Oliver Slippery Perkins?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, you see, I had Oliver show up

as the Windgate attorney. He's looking

for you to hand over your estate.

Oh, I'm beginning to see a method to your imaginations.

Yeah, well, the point is Watson and Quillan went for it.

In fact, Quillan went so big, he bought my share for $5000.

Why, Bart, shame on you.

Well you used the good name of Windgate in vain.

Well, the point's...

Now, I mean, after all

now, half that money should be mine.

Uh, yes, it, uh, it should.

But then, Watson killed Quillan.

He's got the wills.

The only way he can possibly collect is to...

Murder me.

Well, anyway, I did find out

what was basically wrong with the idea.

What time does the next stage leave?

Now, you're being smart, Pearly.

It should leave here in about...

Uh-oh, we're too late for that now.

Guess, my luck is beginning to change.

There's just one more chance. Come on.

[Bart] Big Jim Watson didn't know it, but he was just about

to be turned in for that $10,000 reward

all over again.

Maverick, I'll get even with you

if it takes me all the rest of my days.

Don't worry about him, Mr. Maverick.

He won't be around long enough to give you any trouble.

Well, thank you, sheriff. I'll be at the hotel

when that reward money comes through.

Stay right where you are!

He ain't going no place.

Well, good morning, Chester, what seems to be the trouble?

Well, I hate to bust in on you like this, Lester.

But I've been traveling all night to catch up with him.

Sheriff, what could you possibly want me for?

You got a lotta explaining to do

about Ward Quillan's murder.

Why would I wanna kill him?

Oh, you have your reasons.

His young lady owned up to him.

- Marla? - Yeah.

I took her in for questioning and found $5000 in her purse.

She said that you gave it to her.

That I gave...

Well, that's-that's a very quaint

way of putting it.

Well, that part don't matter.

But where you got it from does.

Well, I got that money

in an honest business deal with Quillan.

Yeah, that's what she said.

But I figure that you killed him for it.

And then gave it to his lady friend

to hold until you got in the clear.

Uh, sheriff, uh...

...does Miss Marla still have the money on her?

No, I'm keeping it for evidence.

Well, Chester, I guess he's yours if you want him.

Alright well, keep him locked up

till I get something under my belt, will ya'?

Now, listen, sheriff, this is rid--

- Move, move, move. - I--

Hey, what's he done?

Well, just about everything. That's Big Jim Watson.

These fellas told me about him.

They surely fooled you too, huh?

What do you mean?

Well I don't know what they're up to

but there, they pulled the same thing on me.

They had me lock him up

and then they owned up to the mistake.

You see, he ain't in his right mind.

He goes around confessing to crimes to get attention.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, but he sure looks like that poster.

Yeah, and don't he know it?

Well, I guess you're free to go, mister.

Sheriff.

If you let him out, you're gonna be responsible

for a murder, mine.

- Let him out, Chester. - Yeah.

Sheriff, before you let him go

would you please listen to me?

I'll give you exactly two minutes.

Thank you.

Now, sheriff, this whole thing started off

very innocently, you see.

Pearly had a poker game going up in the hotel.

Come on, come on.

Marla.

Don't you think we should give this

some more thought?

Perhaps we could discuss the various

catastrophic ramifications over a drink.

There's nothing more to discuss.

We are going into that little old jail

and do whatever has to be done.

Now, come on, march.

Now, back to "Maverick."

So, sheriff, out of the goodness of my heart, I'm warning you

that if you release this man, you're going to be

responsible for releasing a killer.

Maverick, I was willing to go along with ya'

until that part about that there Perkins

pretending to be the Windgate lawyer.

Now, that's just asking too much.

I'm gonna lock you up.

What did I tell ya? This fella can spin a yarn

that'll convince you white is black

and the cows don't moo, they bark.

Come out, Jim.

Go in, you. Here.

There's Perkins.

- Now, just a minute, you. - Start talking.

I refuse to make a statement

without the advice of my council.

Oh, go ahead and talk, Slippery.

Nobody is accusing you of anything.

Why, Marla, honey, what are you doing here?

Well, I started to think of the spot that I put Bart in.

They're liable to think that he killed

Mr. Quillan for all that money.

So I thought I had to do something

so I brought Slippery here to tell his part in it.

Sheriff, that's what I've been trying to tell you

all this time and you won't pay any attention to me.

You mean, it's true about the three wills

and Quillan buying Maverick out for $5000?

Every word of it.

And you really are Perkins?

Unfortunately, yes.

Sheriff?

Yeah?

I don't wanna appear to be emotional

about this thing but that man's a killer.

That won't work, Maverick.

It's one thing to prove you didn't kill Quillan

but that don't mean that he's Watson.

But I can prove he killed Quillan.

How?

Well, if I'm right, he killed him

for the inheritance.

And if that's the case, he's got

Quillan's will on him and the one

that I made out to Quillan.

- Don't move anyone. - Don't you move, Mr. Watson.

Or I'll be obliged to put a little ol' bullet

right through your nasty old head.

Well, for once, you're right, young man.

He even had them both forged over to his name.

That means you belong in here.

And you can put me down for that reward money, sheriff.

Just one little ol' moment honey.

Uh, tell me, sheriff. Would you say

that I kept Mr. Watson from leavin'?

You sure did.

Well, then, uh, I apprehended him.

Which means that I'm entitled to that reward.

Sorry, darlin'.

Oh, that's alright, Marla.

Uh, sheriff, about my $5000

you've been holding as evidence.

[Chester] Well, I guess, we won't need that now.

So I'll just turn it over

to the little lady I got it from.

That money belongs to me.

Can you prove it?

Look...

That's a tidy sum, miss.

Invest it wisely.

Oh, I will, sheriff.

I will.

- Uh, Marla, honey. - Yes.

- Uh, where are you goin'? - Well, to the hotel.

And, uh, then, after I get the reward money

I'll be leavin'...for good.

Well, now, a-aren't you forgetting something?

Uh, we're supposed to get married.

[Marla] Oh, didn't Bart tell ya'?

Well, marriage is a luxury I can't afford... now.

Well, Pearly, back to my medicines, yo.

Ah, well.

It's not much.

But it's taken me a couple of hands.

And who knows what that'll lead to.

There aren't gonna be any hands.

We got an ordinance against card sharks

in this town.

And if you aren't out of here in one hour

you'll be in that pen with your friend.

- But, sheriff-- - Out!

- Sheriff, I-- - Out!

How about you, Bart?

You, uh, still planning to stay?

No, no, I just got a message from the telegraph office.

I'm gonna be riding out of town myself.

Uh, in the opposite direction.

Hmm, well.

Pearly.

Good luck, Pearly.

Ha-ha.

Hyah!

Well, you can't say that it hasn't been fun

and profitable, at least for you.

Bart, do you have to leave?

I have to go, Marla.

The only profitable place for me

is as far away as I can get from you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Bart.

Bart?

Uh, yes, Marla.

The place you're going, it couldn't be Denver?

Denver?

Why Denver?

The killing you told me about.

It couldn't be mining stock, could it?

No, that's ridiculous, Marla.

Now, whatever gave you that idea?

You dropped this.

Now, Marla, that's private.

Oh, you know the kinda deals I make.

Why it's one in a million, they ever work out.

Mmm, I know the kinda deals that Doc Holliday makes.

And I also know that you are broke.

And that you need this $5000 uh, for half an interest.

For, ha-- Oh, Marla, not a chance.

- Maybe 25%. - Fifty percent.

Marla, I could make that money almost...

[Bart] Normally, I don't take money from women.

But in Marla's case, I had no misgivings

since it was my mine in the first place

I think.

Alright, 50%.

You know, if my old pappy could only see me now

he'd be real proud of you.

Partner, I'll see you in Denver.

Denver.

See you in Denver.

- Ma'am. - Gentlemen.

Seems like you were mighty pleased

with Maverick, there at the end.

My new partner just got the most

exciting message at the telegraph office.

Oh, we're gonna be rich.

Rightfully rich.

Now that's funny.

Funny, what's funny about being rich?

No, no, getting a telegram, I mean.

There ain't a telegraph office within 30 miles of this town.

You, you mean...

♪ Who is the tall dark stranger there? ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail to who knows where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion ♪

♪ Gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as the handle on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind in Oregon blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪♪