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Ich werde tun, was Sie getan haben wollen, Herr Baron.

Aber ich bin nicht zufrieden. Ich verlange mehr, Herr Baron.

Also mehr wollen Sie haben, eh?

Sehr gut, mein Freund.

Ich werde Ihnen genau das geben.

Verdienen ist...

Thought I heard a splash.

Yeah, I heard it too.

It must be one of those porpoises.

A porpoise in the middle of the Mississippi?

Not very likely.

That's probably a catfish jumping.

A catfish.

Now that I think I remember, I hear a little meow.

A Warner Brothers television production.

Evening, Mr. Maverick. Evening, Captain.

Pretty night, ain't it? It's beautiful.

Having a nice time, Mr. Tripp.

We get into New Orleans early tomorrow?

About noon.

You have a nice visit in Natchez?

Great visit.

Ran into $5 ,000.

Surprised you ain't got a little poker going here.

I'm taking a breather tonight.

I'm glad there isn't a game on board to tempt me.

Oh, there's a game all right. In the salon.

Foreign lady.

Some kind of a German noble lady.

She started Vante on.

21? It's a lady's game.

It's a lady's game, all right.

Because she's bankrupting the fellow she's playing with.

Lucky, huh?

Or smart.

But even if she's cheating, it might almost be a pleasure losing to her.

that pretty.

Even though she is tattooed.

Get me a gin, please.

I reckon I'm over.

I'll stand.

Well, now, let me see.

You got a 10 showing, ma 'am. You got 21?

Oh, well, I declare I haven't even looked at my cards yet. I'll do so this

minute.

Gentlemen, 21. I'm afraid I have one again.

How long do I stand there gaping, Brett Maverick, before you even say hello to

me?

Well, hello, ma 'am.

Well, now, that is the most distant greeting I have ever gotten from any

being. I'll bet you don't have the faintest idea who I am.

What, your face is familiar, of course.

Oh, go on. You don't even have the slightest notion, so don't you pretend.

Of course, it was over ten years ago, and I was at a school with the Ursuline

nuns, and you didn't pay the slightest bit of attention to me.

You and your pappy used to come to our house, and your pappy and my pappy used

to amuse themselves playing poker and whist.

I just... Can't stand that torture look on your face. I'm going to break down

and tell you. I'm Felice de Lassignac, honey.

Oh, Felice, of course. You'll have to excuse my bad memory.

Well, the last time I saw you, you had freckles and, of course, that school

uniform, and you had black hair, I remember.

Oh, well, my husband prefers blondes on account of his nationality.

No, darling, this is my old friend, Brad Maverick.

Brad, honey, this is my husband, the Baron Thorp, honored to himmelstern. You

already met on the deck briefly.

Oh, isn't that a coincidence?

Well,

I met that you two met already. I think it means we're all going to be great

friends.

You're a baroness now.

Isn't that a scream? And we got this castle on the ride.

Oh, I'm hopeful, sir. I better be getting back the cards.

Brad, I got a thousand things to talk to you about, but right now I seem to have

taken all these gentlemen's money.

Twenty -one again.

I hope that don't mean I'm unlucky in love. Are you faithful to me, Paul,

Until dead.

Oh, well, I'm sure that's much more reassuring than it sounds.

Brett, darling, why don't you sit down and join us for a spell? Maybe something

I like will rub off on you.

That's not exactly my game, but we'll sit in for a hand or two.

Pay 19.

Stand.

Pay 20.

Well, I declare 21 again.

Are you broke, honey?

Well, I know you're much too honorable to accept back money you lost in a fair

game.

So, I've got a wonderful idea. Why don't you meet Todd and me at the Absinthe

House tomorrow around 4 o 'clock, and I'll bet we can find somewhere to make

up to you.

The Absinthe House?

Fine.

Place your bets, gentlemen.

There you are, sir.

Stash racks, especially on the house.

That'll be two bits.

Little strap, sir?

I ran into a pretty girl yesterday who took me to the cleaners and didn't even

leave me a laundry mark.

The ladies bless them.

They do figure out ways to worm themselves into a man's bankroll, don't

I don't think we've met, sir.

Willie Safran.

Brad Maverick. At your service.

In town now for the Mardi Gras, sir?

Got yourself a gal to make merry with?

No, girl.

Well, it's more fun if you got a female companion.

I could make you the load of mine.

Yeah, I'm gonna be busy here them nights, and she'll be free.

Well, thank you very much, but I wouldn't want to take advantage of your

generosity. Well, I don't mind as long as you don't take advantage of hers.

Uh, meet her anyway.

Bessie?

Yes, Willie?

Come over here a minute.

I want you to meet a lonely friend of mine, Mr. Brett Maverick.

How do you do? How do you do?

Sit down.

Now, he's broken all alone in town.

Bartender. Yes, sir.

Cheer him up.

You're alone?

I'm every bit as lonesome as you are.

But you've got Willie.

I ain't got Willie, Mr. Maverick.

I got a promissory note called Willie Saffron, which he keeps forgetting to

sign.

How long do you think people should be engaged before they get married?

Well, I think that depends.

Well, I've been depending on Willie for the last seven years without anything

happening. Every time I ask him, please, Willie, let's set a positive date, he

keeps hemming and hawing, hemming and hawing. I mean, he's the best hemming

hawing I ever saw.

Instead of saying, okay, maybe... Tuesday, like Wednesday, Thursday, he

putting me off and gives me a hunk of jewelry.

That's pretty generous of him.

Yeah, only he don't even let me wear it.

Like that?

Yeah, but it's junk.

That's junk?

You ever seen a genuine rock that size before?

Besides, what else could he afford with his salary except 18 -karat glass?

I'm just dying to wear it.

But he keeps saying don't.

Well, why won't he let you wear it? Well, he says it's show -off. It's not

ladylike. Well, I don't care if I'm ladylike or not. All I want to be is

-like. Now, is that too much to ask, Mr. Maverick? Mr. Maverick.

Folks in the alcove over there, they want you to join them. Said they're

of yours. Oh, thank you.

Oh, thanks for cheering me up. I'm glad you're feeling better.

Mr. Merritt, folks.

Ah, good afternoon.

Sit down, Brett, honey. Get him some champagne, too.

We have a plan whereby you can get back all the money you lost and more. Give

him the envelope, too.

Open it.

That is all your losings from yesterday.

I couldn't take back money I lost in a fair game for Lisa. It's supposed to be

bad luck.

Well, you're not getting it for nothing.

Thor and I have a little something we want you to do for us. And there's

$5 ,000 waiting for you when you get it done.

Interested?

So long as it doesn't mean robbing a bank.

Oh, no.

Just a grave.

And you don't actually have to rob it. I mean, you just have to get permission

to remove the contents.

The contents?

Well, heavens, honey.

It's in a big bronze casket. You'll never see it. Tell him about it, Thor.

How well do you remember the Lassignac household?

Well, I was pretty young when my pappy took me visiting there.

I remember the Baroness, of course, and your father, Antoine de Lassignac.

He's gone to his glory.

More than ten years ago in the yellow fever epidemic.

I'm sorry to hear that.

These are all you remember?

I remember the couple of the maids.

Oh, yes, there was a major domo who practically ran the estate.

He had an odd name.

Joe November.

Yes, he was a short man.

Oh, no, he was rather tall, really.

He had a mustache.

All clean -shaven as a baby.

Anyway, his name was Joe November.

Yeah. Well, this is the man we wish you to unbury.

He's in that bronze casket I told you about.

You want me to disinter Joe November's remains?

Don't make it sound so shuddering. All you have to do, dear, is you go to the

chief of police and he gives you a permit. You take the permit to the

and they just give you Joe.

What about the diggers?

Oh, digging will not be necessary.

He is in the family tomb, which is above ground.

What do I do with him when I get him?

We sail for Europe in six days.

So you bring the casket to our ship, the Graf von Bismarck.

Then we give you the other $5 ,000.

Sounds simple.

Why don't you do it yourself?

Oh, no. No, I could not.

It's the Franco -Prussian War, honey. It's so recent and all. And the French

-speaking people in New Orleans, they just hate Germans.

Which poor Thor happens to be, if you've noticed.

Yes, I noticed.

Why don't you do it?

Oh, Brett, honey, you suggesting anything so morbid as my going through

terrible business of getting the permit and having poor Joe's remains removed

from the cemetery?

Ten thousand dollars?

Well, we're not exactly paupers, Brad.

Of course, if you think that's the kind of job a woman should do.

Oh, no, no.

It's not a job for a woman.

Well, why do you want Joe?

Oh, to have him near us.

When my pappy died, Joe was like another father to me. I regarded him as a

member of my family.

And since we've on Himmelsterns have our own mausoleum on the Rhine...

Well, it would be a comfort to her to have him close at hand.

That's a very pretty sentiment.

Does you justice?

Then you do it.

To the chief of police for the permit, the cathedral for Joe, and then to the

boat?

Easy. Oh, if I want to get in touch with you, how can I reach you? It's the St.

Charles Hotel.

I'll let you know how things go.

He'll do it.

You had better.

I'm leaving you, Willie Safran. I'm sick of your empty promises.

All I ever asked you for was one tiny little diamond. A real diamond on my

hand, third finger.

Now, honey.

You've taken the best years of my life, Willie Safran. And what have you given

me in return?

Happens twice a week.

She'll be back tomorrow.

Well, the course of true love, as they say.

She's a Lulu, ain't she?

I sure do like me a woman with spirit.

Speaking of spirits, Mr. Malick, how'd you like to have a drink on the house?

Well, thank you.

Brandy.

Hey, Yossa.

Only a real diamond would do that.

Oh, no. Ring didn't make that scratch.

That happened last Saturday night. We had us a real rowdy dowdy here. A lady

chasing her gentleman friend with a hat pin.

She scarred up the bar.

Drink up, sir. Drink right up.

Joe November.

Friend of yours?

We met.

I'm doing this for a girl. Well, he was like a father to her.

And you want to get this permit to go get the casket and take it over to the

boat sailing for Europe?

Yes, sir.

What's he going to do in Europe?

Well, not too much, I expect.

They're transferring him to a private mausoleum in Germany.

Well, if he died ten years ago, that was during the yellow fever epidemic, which

means that under no circumstances can that casket be opened on Louisiana soil.

Oh, I have no intention of opening it.

Yeah, it probably ain't catching anymore, but that's the law.

I have.

You take that over to Brother Ambrose at the St. Louis Cathedral, and he'll give

them to you.

Now, how are you going to get him to the boat, boy?

Oh, I haven't figured that out yet.

Well, if you intend a funeral procession, I happen to have a friend

undertaker, and he'll do it for you real cheap and dignified.

I hadn't planned on any ceremony.

He'll furnish you with six nice carriages for the bereaved family.

He'll give you ten professional mourners that'll cry their hearts out and a four

-piece band playing their latest funeral marches. I just thought I'd use a plain

horse -drawn carriage.

He'll probably throw in a couple of wreaths of his size.

Now you can get the whole shebang for $50.

I don't think any of this is necessary.

Joe was a simple man. He didn't like any fuss and bother. You gotta show some

respect for the deceased. Now, $40.

I think I better get over to the cathedral.

Twenty -five dollars, and that's a rock bottom.

Ain't nobody gonna make a nickel off of it.

Well, I'll let you know.

Chiefsgate.

I'll have the boys open it for you.

Boys, would you come in and open this center one, please?

When do you plan to move it, Mr. Maverick?

In a couple of days.

Well, don't forget, this is Mardi Gras week.

And no later than Tuesday, please.

We'll be very busy on Ash Wednesday.

I'll get him out before then.

I remember Joe's funeral very well.

Very solemn, very beautiful.

But mark this, Mr. Maverick, only one mourner.

Felicity Lassenia?

No. She was prostrated by her father's passing, which occurred only the week

before. This was a man. I have no idea who he was, or for that matter, who he

still is.

He still comes to mourn Joe once a month regularly.

Brings flowers.

He was here only a few days ago and brought those lilies.

That's very touching.

Very. I wish I knew who he was.

I asked him once, and he made a strange reply.

He pointed to the casket and said, I'm him.

Him?

I didn't pursue it any further.

I didn't want to intrude on what was obviously a deep personal loss.

Did you know Joe November personally?

No. I saw him once years ago.

He was a tall man, wasn't he?

Oh, no. I think he was short.

Oh.

He was clean -shaven, I understand.

No. He had a small mustache.

Very perky.

waxed at the ends.

Oh, dear, that's the call for vespers.

You may stay on if you like, Mr. Maverick.

Just make yourself at home.

Don't tell me somebody found out how to take it with them.

Now, you say they want you to take that casket out to that boat they're leaving

on. Mm -hmm.

But you think maybe there's some flim -flam going on. Is that it?

Why didn't they do it themselves?

It was mighty easy.

And another thing.

Felice described Joe one way, and Brother Ambrose described him another.

The deceased, you mean?

Mm -hmm.

What'd you say his name was?

Joe November.

Joe November.

Why, heck, I knew him.

You did?

Sure. Well, what did he look like? Was he a short man, tall, clean -shaven,

mustache?

No, I wouldn't say that. Joe was kind of medium height, about 5 '10". He wore

one of them beaver things, pointed.

A goatee?

That's right.

But his upper lip was shaved.

Well, it couldn't have been three Joe Novembers.

Not likely.

Well, somebody's lying.

Somebody sure is.

You know something, Mr. Maverick? You might be getting into something too hot

for you to handle. Maybe you just better drop it.

Drop $5 ,000?

That's a lot of money.

Willie, you know anything about jewelry?

Bessie don't think so.

What's that?

Where'd you get it?

Found it on the floor of the mausoleum right next to Joe's casket.

Really?

Give you five bucks for it.

And it's a fake?

Well, I'd be stealing it from you at that price. Cost me about ten dollars at

dry goods store.

But Bessie might like it.

Hello, Bessie, honey.

I told you.

Well, I'm glad to see you made up.

Well, we ain't exactly made up. We just started from where we left off.

I could be worrying about nothing.

If I could just find a picture of Joe November.

You think they'd have a picture of him out at the old De La Cignac mansion?

I don't think so.

You know, they made a sort of a museum out of it.

I don't think they'd keep a picture of one of the servants around.

Probably not.

You know, Willie, police recognized me right off.

But it took me some time to remember her.

Can a girl get rid of her freckles?

Sure, easy.

They have a pharmacy got tons of them creams and that stuff just for that

purpose.

Yeah, and she can also change her hair from black to blonde.

Bessie's changed her so many times, she's even got her roots puzzled.

Oh,

I guess I'm imagining things.

Come on, Tender.

Yes, sir.

Hold on that, Mr. Maverick.

I'll give you eight bucks for it when I get back.

Good morning.

Well, you're early, aren't you, sir? We're just opening for the day. Well, I

pretty anxious to see the place. I heard so much about it. Well, thank you.

Won't you come in?

Is there any part of the house that you're particularly interested in

The drawing room?

The medieval weapons room?

We have a fine collection of weapons from the Middle Ages.

Do you have a picture gallery?

A magnificent one.

This way.

Is there anyone in particular you're looking for?

Well, yes.

There was a major domo who worked here about ten years ago.

Well, it's very unlikely his portrait would be in here.

Probably not.

You wouldn't happen to have known him. His name was Joe November?

The name's familiar.

Joe November.

Being a recent employee here, I never met him.

Well, you wouldn't know what he looked like.

Tall, short, clean -shaven mustache.

Wasn't he a Chinese?

A Chinese?

No, he wasn't.

He was short and dark and had a mustache.

Hello, Brett.

Dark hair, freckles. Aren't you Felice de la Sena?

Why the surprise?

Have I changed so much in ten years?

Except that you've grown more beautiful, not a bit.

When I was a schoolgirl, I was quite smitten with you, Brett Maverick.

Papa let you play in a poker game one night. Oh, I remember. That was my

initiation. Uh -huh.

You won.

And in your hurry to collect, you dropped a single chip.

I found it.

And I used to keep it under my pillow in the hopes of dreaming that you'd kiss

me.

I never knew that.

Oh, well, I'm quite over you now, but I do think you owe me a dream.

Now. Why are you looking for Joe November's picture?

Oh, yes.

Where can we talk?

That'll be all. Thank you.

Let's go into the weapons room.

Police, if this place is a museum, what are you doing here? Visiting?

I live here.

The authorities were kind enough to let me occupy the top floor.

In your own house?

It's not my house.

Papa gave it to the city of New Orleans. I'm very poor now, Brett.

Your father was the richest man in Louisiana.

That was my understanding, too, but when he died, there was nothing left.

Felice, who do you know that's young, about your age, blonde, good -looking,

who seems to know an awful lot about your family?

Could be Felice. Who?

Felice Schmidt. She's half German. She used to be a parlor maid here.

And she has a German eagle tattooed on her right arm?

I heard about that.

During the war between Prussia and France, she was caught spying for the

Germans. A band of French patriots captured her and put a tattoo on her arm

brand her as a traitor.

Poor girl.

Do you know what she's doing now?

Yes. She's calling herself Felice de la Seigneur.

Oh, she probably likes the name, or what goes with it.

When did Joe November die?

A week after Papa.

He's in the family mausoleum.

Yes, I know.

I've been taking flowers to him, and he's been very grateful in return.

Have you ever seen this?

Where did you get it?

I'll tell you in a minute. Have you seen it before?

Mm -hmm.

Papa wanted to give it to Mama.

But he couldn't. It was part of the collateral from the Emperor of France.

It's supposed to be the Queen's necklace that Dumas wrote about. The one that

cost Marie Antoinette her head.

What collateral are you talking about?

Papa told me to keep it a secret, but I don't suppose it matters now.

My father loaned Louis Napoleon 100 million francs.

His regime was being threatened and he needed money.

He gave Papa a fabulous collection of jewels to hold until he could pay back

loan.

But then Papa died.

The household was in a turmoil.

Joe took over, and then he died.

And the jewels just simply disappeared.

No one had seen them since.

They haven't, huh?

How would you like to have them back?

Do you know where they are?

Tomorrow night, say.

Well, if I had them back, I'd no longer be a pauper. Day after tomorrow, Felice,

you will be a very rich woman.

Oh, Brett.

Oh, excuse me, Herr Maverick.

But I watched you enter this museum a while ago, and since we have not heard

from you in several days, I thought I would follow you.

Took me a while to locate this room.

I've been very busy.

Oh.

Is this a little errand we sent you on?

The errand, yes.

And you have been successful?

Very successful.

My wife and I would be interested in hearing about your success.

Perhaps you would honor us with a visit tonight.

All right, tonight.

Excellent. We will await you.

Oh, young lady, I want to thank you for being so kind and showing me this sword.

It's a very interesting specimen. I'd say about 12th century.

Oh, much earlier. It's reputed to have belonged to one of the knights of the

round table.

Maybe even Sir Lancelot.

Amazing. We never did find anything of Sir Galahad's.

Don't you think you should put Queen Guinevere's necklace away?

It's probably a very valuable relic.

Oh, no, this is only a copy.

Um, King Arthur pawned the real one to finance the Crusades.

Very obliging, the help here at the museum.

Oh, very.

We got rid of him rather neatly, didn't we, Brett?

I wonder.

Felice, your history is a little shaky.

King Arthur died 500 years before the Crusades even started.

Let's just hope the Baron read the same history book you did.

King Arthur.

Lancelot. Quineville.

All legendary people that probably never even existed.

And the Crusades.

Will you tell me, please, how does a man who never lived go to Crusades, which

happens 500 years after he's dead?

That is real hard, honey.

That maverick is up to something.

That necklace didn't look like a fake to me.

Is there any way he could have gotten into the casket?

I wouldn't know. Joe handled that part of it.

And I don't trust your Joe November.

How do we know that he really put the Jews in the casket?

He had no other place to put him, honey. The hospital certified him as dead, and

then when he recovered, while they were all so flustered by the epidemic, they

just forgot to uncertify him.

Yes, but how did he know about the jewels in the first place?

Old man de Lassignac had confided in him.

Then, when Joe wanted to get the jewels out of the country, just like we're

doing, he had them put in the casket and taken to the crypt.

It's a real sad funeral.

Joe cried all the way to the mausoleum.

What was she so unhappy about?

The casket was supposed to contain a yellow fever victim. They wouldn't let

out of the country. Who wouldn't cry?

I suppose so. But I think he's much too tricky.

And as a matter of fact, so are you.

Can you give me one good reason why I should trust you, Legion?

Don't forget, honey. I know what happened to that fellow on the

Then don't you forget, my dear heart, the same thing can happen on dry land.

Ah, Herr Maverick, we were just talking about you.

You say complimentary things, I hope.

Is there something else one could say about you? Not if you're honest about

Hello, Baroness.

Well, I got my permit.

And I've arranged for transferring the casket.

But it'll have to wait until the day after tomorrow.

Why wait?

Well, for one thing, that's when your boat sails. For another, red tape.

What is this red tape?

Oh, it's government forms and regulations. You see, today is the last

Mardi Gras and tomorrow's the first day of Lent. You just can't bother a

cathedral on a day like that.

Then why not get the casket tonight?

But how will I get it on the boat?

Bring the casket to the hotel. The Baroness and I will arrange the rest.

Well, I think it'd be better if we just... I think it would be better if

as you are told.

And then you get your $5 ,000 quicker.

Yeah. How long will it take you to bring it here?

Well, let's see.

I'll have to go pick up a cart and go over to the cathedral.

And it won't be easy pushing a coffin through crowds like these. But it won't

hard either.

Because the merrymakers often hold mock funerals to bury their old sins. You can

pretend to do the same.

And then if you put on a costume, why, nobody will pay the least bit of

attention to you.

Tore down.

Where's that funny nose the hotel sent up with your costume?

Wunderbar. Just a thing.

Yes.

This will be just a thing. Let me see now.

Aha! Here it is.

Try it on, Brett.

So, you're now one of the merrymakers.

Ha! Ha!

And we will expect you back here in not more

than two hours.

I am still suspicious of that man.

Are you going to follow him?

Not you, Rick.

What for?

To see that everything goes according to plan.

So, honey, don't you think it'd be nice if I came with you?

You mean you don't trust me, Liebchen?

Well, I mean I trust you just as much as you trust me. In other words, not a

bit.

Is that the best you could get, Mr. Maverick? On such short notice.

You're taking it directly to the boat. Oh, no, first to the de la Cignac house.

Felice wanted to pay him in last respects.

Thank you.

That'll be all.

Thank you very much.

Oh, it's you.

Hello, brother.

Thought I'd pay my monthly visit to Joe.

Thought I'd leave him these lilies.

He's gone.

He's what?

Gone. When? Just a minute ago. A friend of his came by with a police permit and

picked up the casket. Was he a tall man with a German accent? Wear a monocle?

No monocle, no German accent. It was a Mr. Maverick.

Maverick? Where's he taking him?

Well, to a boat eventually, but first he's stopping by to... What was that?

Oh, that's part of my costume.

Oh, I see.

Well, Mr. Maverick couldn't have gotten very far. He went in that direction.

Perhaps if you followed directly, you might catch him. Yeah, thanks.

Excuse me.

Bessie, you've got a one -track mind. All you can think about is getting

hitched. Now, I've got a little job to do before we can talk about that.

Every time I try to pin you down, you unpin yourself with some slick excuse.

Now, I'm getting fed up with you, Willie Stafford. I'm getting fed up. Did you

bring that bag like I told you? Yeah. Well, open it up.

Now, I want you to take these up to your room and hide them till I come get

them. Hide them?

Is this stuff real?

Of course not, honey. This is costume jewelry, like that ring I gave you. What

do you want me to hide fake jewels for?

I got my reason.

You got a reason, too, for not setting our wedding date?

I sure has.

Just as long as you keep asking that's how long it's going to be before I tell

you.

Mr. Lasignac is expecting us.

Give me a hand.

You say about myself, Lasignac is expecting you? That's right.

Did Mademoiselle de Martignac expect that casket? It's hers. You just bring

here.

Oh, Herr Maverick.

Did you lose the address of the hotel?

Huh?

Police! Police!

Police! Police!

So would she to say, Herr Maverick?

You are like all the others.

Joe November, the false Felice. Who is perhaps your partner in this scheme,

That's not a bad idea. How about being my partner, Brett, honey?

Listen.

There is enough in that casket for both of us.

What's going on in here?

Now, who did it? You?

Well, I have to be honest with you, Captain. She did.

Rick, take her down to the station house.

Johnny, get on the door. See that nobody comes in or out.

And you, you're the cheapskate that wouldn't spend $25 to plant his best

Is that him?

Well, that's the pushcart that I've been pushing all over town.

You've been pushing a dead man through the streets of this city?

Why, that's a violation of Statute 487, Section 32.

What's that?

Operating a pushcart without a license.

Oh, come on, Captain.

That's not really a pushcart. And there's not really a body in there,

You know what's in there?

The jewels are in there that Louis Napoleon gave Antoine de Lassignac in

repayment for a loan.

All right. Look, peace out.

Go on.

Why, it's Joe November.

That's Joe November.

Hey, where are the jewels?

Bessie took them.

You know, I never would have suspected that girl. She ain't honest.

Now, who are you?

Well, right now, I'm Willie Safran, but I used to be Joe November.

You told me that Joe November was dead.

I thought he was.

Well, there's something mighty strange going on here.

You violated statute 964, code 38, section 85, and you're under arrest.

For what?

For committing the gravest crime on the calendar.

Operating a push cart?

No, for impersonating a corpse.

The whole caboodle is yours for $50.

Where'd you get these?

From my boyfriend.

My ex -boyfriend, that is.

He's a junk dealer.

All right, $40.

I think you had better explain to the police where you got these fabulous

jewels. Police?

Well, I told you where I got them.

Last night at a Mardi Gras. Instead of being out there helping to paint the

town red, I got to be here with a bunch of shady characters.

Oh, come on now, Captain. I think you're taking all this too hard. None of us

here are actually criminals.

A husband killer.

Oh, he wasn't my husband.

He was only a business acquaintance.

But you did kill him.

Well, he already killed somebody on the steamboat. Anyway, I did it to save

Maverick's life.

Well, now the department gives out medals for saving people's lives. And

going to see that you get yours in jail.

And you, you living corpse, what do you got to say for yourself?

Well, I didn't exactly plan it that way, Captain. You see, the part was kind of

forced on me.

But you did steal the jewels.

What? If I don't file a complaint, well, you can't charge him. And now that I

have them back, well, I don't think anybody should suffer.

Oh. All right. All right.

Bessie, honey, how about tomorrow, around noon, City Hall?

Your Lord...

Well, I guess that just about takes care of everything. Shall we all go out and

join the Mardi Gras?

Unless you wanted to keep her here with you, Captain.

Well, do you promise to be here first thing in the morning to have your case

reviewed? On my honor.

Well, then let's go.

Hold it, boy.

You're forgetting Section 487, Code 38.

Oh, you mean operating a push cart?

The fine is $50.

Could have had a first -class funeral for half that.

Just a moment.

Now, this is just to make sure that you're going to be here in the morning.

Oh, isn't that nice? It's so much cozier that way.

Going back to Natchez, huh, Mr. Maverick? Yeah, I got to recoup my

Game of Red Dog in the salon.

Why don't you join it?

That's not my game.

Being run by a female.

Beautiful gal.

Even though she is wearing a purple wig.

Who was the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Riding the trail to who knows where. Luck is his companion.

Camden is his game.

Smooth as a handle on a gun.

Maverick is the name.

Wild as a wind in Oregon.

Blowing up a canyon.

Easier to tame.

Riverboat, ring your bell.

Fare thee well, Annabelle.

Luck is the lady that he loves the best.

National to New Orleans,

living on Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Rebel, I'll ring your bell.

Farewell, Annabelle.

Luck is the lady that he loves the best.

National to New Orleans, living on Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is the legend of the West.

Maverick is the legend of the West.