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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. Hey, right where you are.

I can find 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

him. What could you possibly want me for?

About Ward Quillen's murder.

Maverick.

Starring Jack Kelly and James Garner.

A Warner Brothers television production.

There are 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 the hospitality

Well, I mean... Well, do come in, darling.

Your most pleasant surprise.

Surprise?

Marla, you know, the last time I saw you, you left me stranded minus $2 ,000.

Oh, 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 staying here.

Alone?

Practically, except for Pearlie.

Pearlie Gates?

Yes, by the most amazing coincidence, he's rooming here, too.

There isn't the remotest chance this is Pearlie's game, is there? Oh, dear, no.

He's turned over a new leaf, and this time he means it. Well, when we leave

here, he's going to operate a mining claim in Virginia City. And mining's

work, Bart.

Provided he wins, of course. Of course, darling.

Bart Burberry, what a refreshing sign.

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 homespun wit to

dampen our friendship.

Well, that's a very pleasant thought, Pearlie. Oh, listen, Bart, I have some

very important business to attend to.

Why don't you go up to the hotel, and then I'll meet you there when I've

finished. We can have a few drinks and swap a few lies about our mutual

prosperity. Pearlie, he knows about the game.

Well, it's just a small time, Bart. It's peanuts. You wouldn't be interested.

Well, anytime you don't want me to do something, Pearlie, I'm always

Wingate, we're all waiting for you.

Be right there, sir.

Well, shall we?

Well,

gentlemen, I'd like you to meet Bob, my Ricky's old family.

This is Mr. Karp, our genial hotel proprietor. Mr. Maverick. Mr. Karp and

Lane, our superintendent of our livery stable.

And Mr. Wiley Cogger, gentleman rancher from... Abilene.

I think we've met someone before, Mr. Cogger.

Not likely.

I see.

Now, boys, this is a gentleman's game. There'll be no guns. Rule of the house.

So if you don't mind putting them on that table over there.

There are a number of things that should have worn me away from that poker game.

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

His two friends look like they've been weaned on cold 45s.

My old friend, Pearly Gates, was palming himself off as Winfield Wingate III,

member of a wealthy Southern family.

And finally, Pearly hadn't wanted me in his game in the first place.

I've 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 Curley, yet I had that gnawing feeling that

maybe he was waiting for that one big fat hand.

One. And one on the dealer picks.

One. The place is on fire!

No, no, it's 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 Winfield Wingate 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. 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.

Ben.

So you had to give up the mine because of a sick sister back east, huh?

From all of my pet, 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 upon my going legitimate, I would have had

time to check this claim out.

tears you got for my funeral.

Why,

gentlemen, this is an unexpected surprise.

Yes. All right, Wingate, where's the money you stole?

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

my own money, and I ran.

Then too late, I realized I'd taken all the money on the table.

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

Oh.

Well, unfortunately,

I've invested all that money in this here mining claim.

Oh, 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. It's

only fair. No, go, friend. They also told us the claim office there isn't

silver here to plate your tin couplings.

Well, that's downright dishonest of them. Now, you listen to me.

Any other time it'll do my heart good to see you go broke, but right now I

happen to be in serious trouble because this man is out a lot of money, and he

happens to think that I helped set him up.

Oh, but I had nothing to do with it.

All right, Wingate, 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

going to need $5 ,000 or a new head.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cargill, but you see, he can't do that because, 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.

Now, just a minute, Mr. Cargill. You can't kill him in cold blood. Well,

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. Cogger, sir, I knew you were gentlemen.

Big Jim Watson.

Who did you think it was, little Lord Fauntleroy?

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 ought to take about three days to get it.

Now, hold on.

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

There is.

After you get the reward, the boys here are going to break me out.

You're coming with us, and you're going to hand over the $10 ,000. You're

putting quite a bit of confidence into those two fellas, aren't you?

That jail wouldn't hold an undernourished chicken.

Well, now, Mr. Watson, 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 heart of 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.

But I...

Now,

you listen to me. When you get that money, half of it's mine. Do you

But, of course.

I consider that a debt of honor. Well, that's what's bothering me.

Oh, incidentally, is it Mrs.

Gates yet?

It was the very first thing we were going to do after we bought this mine.

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

Excuse me.

Now, you understand, it's just until I have enough funds again.

All right, you two, let's go.

Right away.

You two follow along. Make sure he delivers me to the sheriff.

Isn't it going to be kind of dangerous for you two hanging around Sunset?

We're just going to stay around long enough to see that Wingate does what

supposed to.

It's been quite an education meeting you fellas.

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

I guess you'll be as glad to see him get what's coming to him as we will.

Giving him a quarter of that action seems like a peculiar way of showing it.

The only thing he's going to get is a bullet in the back right after he gives

the money.

You may not be able to recoup all your losses, but at least you'll have the

satisfaction of knowing that... If it hadn't have been for you, we never would

have found him.

Let's go!

Would you hold this?

Move out!

Hey, Maverick!

Unfortunately, they were right.

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

I'm not a sentimental slob where Pearlie's concerned, but common decency

dictated his being warned of his imminent demise, while pure self

me I'd better plan a way of saving his neck if I was ever to get my money back.

I declare Big Jim Watson.

Now, get in there, Big Jim.

Please.

I meant to have that fixed.

Where would a gentleman go to indulge his fancy for a harmless game of cards?

Across the street where everyone else goes.

Ward Pullen's place.

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

Honest. Thank you, sir.

Marla, honey.

Thank you again, sir.

Mr. Quillen, my marker for $500.

That makes $2 ,000, Mr. Wingate.

Fortunes you can have for a big gentleman.

Yes, isn't it?

Well, what do you have, sir?

Three little aces.

Two little queens.

Guess it's just one of those days.

Oh, uh, would you gentlemen excuse me?

Old friend's family.

Just don't leave town.

Uh, no.

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

Things are gonna get a lot worse, Furley.

It's highly unlikely.

I already owe Mr. Quillen there $2 ,000.

Yeah. Are you using Winfield Wingate III for credit rating again? Just the name.

$2 ,000 is an advance against the $2 ,500 I got coming. Oh, that's too bad,

because you don't have $2 ,500 coming, Burleigh.

I don't?

The only thing you can look for is an early funeral contributed by Big Jim and

his two friends.

Oh, no, you're just saying that to get even with me.

All right, Burleigh.

My conscience is clear, because I warned you.

Am I right?

You really mean it?

The point is, Big Jim really means it.

old friend.

It's what we do.

It's what you do, Curly.

Now let's step over and see Sheriff Bentley.

What for?

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

Remember, just don't leave town.

Well, I

see that you, uh... Found Mr. Wingate, young boy. 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 shell, and it's full now.

Well, you can empty it, Sheriff. I brought in the wrong man.

You mean that he ain't Big Jim Watson?

He ain't.

Unfortunately, Watson was arrested last week in Abilene. My friend here just

told me.

What are you trying to pull, Wingate?

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

He's an imposter, that's who.

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

But 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

for something that he didn't do?

Well, you see, what Mr. Wingate means, Sheriff, is that he is not in his right

senses. He's one of those poor unfortunates who goes through life

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 going to get me out of here.

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.

You're going to lose your job over this.

Well, it can't happen too soon. I'm overdue 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.

fixed yet.

If I do manage to survive Watson, what do you think Quillen's going to 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.

Excuse me. I got a wire here for Winfield Wingate III.

It says I can find him here.

That regretfully informs you that your Uncle Ezra's passed on here to inherit

the entire Wingate fortune.

It further states that as soon as practical, an attorney will contact you

make final arrangements.

Well, that's about to consider it of you, Bob.

But how's that going to keep me alive?

By appealing to man's basic cupidity.

Since you owe Mr. Quill and Watson and myself about $15 ,000, they might be

persuaded to each accept a piece of paper giving them a share of your will

collateral until such time as you pay them back.

How in the world am I supposed to do that?

The important thing is to keep you alive. You can worry about paying us

as soon as you're safely out of town.

Paul? 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, Pearlie?

I don't know.

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

Well, you better make a decision before you walk through that door.

You just convinced me.

You fellas crazy about going out?

Oh, no, Sheriff, no. We're sorry to have bothered you, sir.

and not going to leave town alive.

Neither are you.

Well, now, that might prove to be very short -sighted on your part, Mr. Carger.

It could cost you a fortune.

What fortune?

Telegraph.

Half would be fine. He went for the wire like it was a gilt -edged bond.

I said I had a plan that would practically guarantee his money back,

need an hour to work the details out.

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

Big Jim was reluctant to let Pearlie 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 Pearlie.

Step one.

to send an urgent wire to an engaging disciple of my pappy's, known as Oliver

Slippery Perkins, a man of considerable charm, graciousness, gentility, and old

-fashioned larceny.

Now, gentlemen, I'll give you my solemn word.

He will return.

I don't know what your friends got in mind, Wingate, but if he doesn't show

you're going to jail for fraud.

The money you barred from me was under false pretenses.

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

Take what's left of the jail.

It's about time.

Excuse me.

Well, I was very busy.

Oh, I, sir, am Mr. Bart Maverick. I'm a dear old friend of the Wingates. I

presume you are Mr. Ward Quillen? That's right. How do you do?

Unless you've got something to say to keep this Wingate out of 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. Wingate 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. Wingate.

Well, it would seem to me that we three have something in common.

Yeah, what?

Well, Mr.

Wingate is under financial obligation to each one of us.

Now, your solution is to have him arrested.

Yours, of course, is more drastic.

Mine, gentlemen, is much more realistic.

Maverick, cut out the big words.

Get to the point.

If we put him in jail or we eliminate him altogether, 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 Wingate fortune is about to pass into

hands. Poor Uncle Ezra. It's a shame, really.

He was only 85.

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

Now, I suggest that Mr. Wingate 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.

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

$60 ,000?

Yes, Mr.

Wingate, $60 ,000. $20 ,000 apiece in consideration for us waiting to get it.

you agree?

Agreed. Then we become his heirs.

Well, loosely speaking, yes.

When do I get my $20 ,000?

Well, Mr. Quillen, just as soon as the estate is settled. That should take

three weeks.

Do you agree to those terms, sir?

Well, it's better than nothing.

$20 ,000, I should say it's better than nothing.

We'll put that in writing.

Gentlemen, I took the liberty of having these drawn up.

They name us as beneficiary to his will.

Of course.

Share and share alike.

Mr. Wingate, these are all prepared for your signature, sir. A bartender pen and

ink, please. Mr. Wingate, there you are.

Ink.

Have you got the witness in your other pocket?

Gentlemen, I think that we can each witness for each other.

Here we are.

It's been my pleasure, gentlemen.

And beneficiaries.

Take care of yourself.

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

Gentlemen. Well, now, this one's yours.

Suppose he skips now.

Why should he? The Wingate fortune is worth millions, gentlemen.

Why should he be bothered with $60 ,000?

Well, it's been my pleasure.

Excuse me, please.

What kind of a cad would ask a girl to marry him when he's barely got enough

money for tickets for the next time?

A cad who loves me enough to face the future in spite of it.

Honey, you've got to be practical.

I'm sick and tired of being practical.

Hurry, they're waiting for you. Bart, you were brilliant in that.

Positively brilliant. Save the compliments.

You better get on that stagecoach or they're liable to find out who you

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, Curly 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, darling?

I'll be in payoff.

Payoff? The very next time the stage makes.

The very next?

Thank you. Thank you.

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 going to be in town?

Till my two friends show up?

Well, this might interest you. I checked with the stagecoach clerk, and

yesterday Wingate bought a ticket to pay off.

Wingate?

Sir?

Did my ears detect the honorable name of Wingate?

What about it?

My card.

Well, Oliver S. Perkins.

Attorney at law.

Specially criminal and civil action.

Also legal advisor to some of our country's most famous families,

of Wingate.

Well, that's funny. We were just talking about it, Winfield Wingate III.

I say, I say, this isn't a... Amazing coincidence.

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

What for?

The poor boy's uncle, Josephus Wingate, 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.

It is. I say, I say it is.

Ezra Josephus Wingate.

Of course, Winfield always called him Ezra since he sat on his knee and

his beard.

But to most of us, he was known as Josephus.

Well, he gets all the money.

Every penny of it.

Over $2 million of stocks and bonds and holdings and what have you.

Well, now, 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 these get to him.

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

according to Jenkins v. Atkins, New York's court of claims and torts. You

the judge directed that the acceptance of the inheritance had to be witnessed

the properly authorized counsel, 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 pay off.

That's where he is.

What time is the livery leave?

Ten 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 League of Legal here is in town.

I used to tell him that Wingate skipped out and he'd never see his money again.

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

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

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

I guess you're right.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

Oh, no, I gotta get right over to the bank. I mean the post office. Gotta pick

up some mail.

Not so loud, my pet.

I'm engaged in a rather delicate enterprise that calls for little

Really? Yes.

Let's have a drink and talk over old time, sir.

Oh, excellent suggestion.

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. Quillen.

on my way to see you.

Do you know that Wingate 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. Quillen. 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. Quillen, I couldn't permit you to throw it away. Oh, now, maybe

sometime you can do a favor for me.

Now, just to save time, you just sign yours over to me. Oh, yes, of course.

That is half the bargain, isn't it?

Oh, yes, yes, indeed.

I certainly hope you won't regret this.

Well, I'm sure you won't.

I'm inclined to agree with you, sir. Oh, yes, indeed. Thank you, yes, thank you.

Prudence suggested I leave town.

But then there was the tempting possibility that Big Jim might have the

idea as Quillen.

In which eventuality, I had 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'd put me through.

Just a moment.

Have you ever guessed who I ran into?

I don't think I'll even try.

Oliver Slipper Perkins.

Oliver? Yes, and he told me the most amusing story about how you sent for him

and how he pretended to be looking for Pearlie just so Mr. Cog or Big Jim could

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?

Well, unfortunately, Marla, it did not work.

Oh, now, isn't that strange?

Oliver overheard Mr. Quillen and Big Jim talking about buying you out for $5

,000. And speaking of coincidence, I just passed Mr. Quillen on the way up.

Well, that's a small world.

And for a lot of little surprises, the money bought, old...

Now, Marla, I need a couple of thousand of that 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... Oh, now, you know I'd never fall for something like that.

The whole... Oh, love it.

Unless, of course, you'd rather I simply tell Mr. Quillen and Big Jim about your

little old game.

You go right ahead.

And they'll get back.

I get the feeling we've been through all this before.

Thank you, silly goose.

I guess you might as well consider that as my wedding present.

Well, don't be ridiculous.

With all this money, why should I get married?

I shuddered to think what my chances of survival would be when Big Jim Watson

began to wonder why I sold out to Quillen.

This left me with one alternative, an extremely undignified one, but

nevertheless, the only one.

I was just on my way upstairs to see about our little arrangement.

Yeah, well, I'm afraid you're going to have to wait for your share, Slippery.

See, Myla 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?

Your friend Cullen 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 him.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Good evening.

Nice evening, ain't it?

That depends on how you look at it, Mr. Carger.

It's too bad about Quillen.

Yeah.

Must have had some enemies.

I didn't know you two knew each other.

Well, you see, we just met.

Well, don't keep him too long.

You're supposed to catch a stage tonight.

Don't give another thought, friend.

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.

Not.

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 Pearlie was so bothered by my beautiful little plant.

It could get him killed.

How's that?

If Watson killed Quillen, and I'll give odds that he did, then he's got

Quillen's will and mine.

That leaves him the only heir, and that leaves Purley the only obstacle between

him and his alleged inheritance.

He'll figure all he has to do is dispatch Purley and pick up all the

Did you ever stop to think what will happen when Big Jim kills Purley and

out the only thing he's inherited is an old worn deck of cards?

Bart, he'll come looking for us.

Not if I can get to Purley 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.

Good night.

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 killing in there.

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

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

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?

Pearlie, brace yourself.

Do you remember Oliver Slippery Perkins?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, you see, I had Oliver show up as the Wingate attorney. He's looking

for you to hand over your estate.

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

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

In fact, Quillen went so big, he bought my share for $5 ,000.

Why, Bart, shame on you.

Why, you used the good name of Wingate in vain.

Well, the point's, I mean, after all, now half that money should be mine.

Yes, it should.

But then Watson killed Quillen. He's got the wills. The only way he could

possibly collect is to... Murder me.

Well, anyway, I did find out what was basically wrong with the idea.

What time's the next day's leave?

Now you're being smart, Pearlie. It should leave here in about... Uh -oh,

too late for that now.

Just my luck is beginning to change.

Just one more chance.

Come on.

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. Hey, 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

night to catch up with him.

Sheriff, what could you possibly want me for?

You've got a lot explaining to do about Ward Quillen's murder.

Why would I want to kill him?

Oh, you have your reasons.

His young lady owned up to him.

Marla? Yeah.

I took her in for questioning and found $5 ,000 in her purse.

She said that you gave it to her.

Thank you.

Well, now, 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 Quillen. 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.

All right, well, keep him locked up till I get something under my belt, will

you?

Now, listen, Sheriff, this is really... Move, move.

Hey, what's he done?

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

These fellas told me about him.

So they fooled you, too, huh?

What do you mean?

Well, I don't know what they're up to, but 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.

I guess you're free to go, mister.

Sheriff, if you let him out, you're going to be responsible for a murder of

mine.

Let him out, Chester.

Yeah, which... 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, Pearlie

a poker game going up in the hotel.

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, Mark.

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 you.

until that part about that there Perkins pretending to be the Wingate lawyer.

That's just asking too much.

I'm going to lock you up.

What did I tell you? This fella can spin a yarn that'll convince you white is

black and the cows don't move, they bark. Come out, you.

Go in, you.

I refuse to make a statement without advice from my counsel.

Oh, go ahead and talk, Slippery. Nobody's accusing you of anything. Why,

honey, what are you doing here? Well, I started thinking of the spot that I put

Bart in. Then I thought I'd think that he killed Mr. Quillen for all that

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 Quillen buying Maverick out for $5

,000? Every word of it.

And you really are...

Unfortunately? Yes.

Sheriff?

Yeah?

Sheriff, I don't want to appear to be emotional about this thing, but that man

is a killer.

That won't work, Maverick. It's one thing to prove that you didn't kill

but that don't mean that he's Watson. But I can prove he killed Quillen. How?

Well, if I'm right, he killed him for the inheritance.

And if that's the case, he's got Quillen's will on him, and the one that

out to Quillen.

Don't move, anyone!

Don't you move, Mr. Watson!

Well, I'll be obliged to put a little old 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 put me down for that reward money, Sheriff.

Just one little old moment, honey.

Tell me, Sheriff.

Would you say that I kept Mr. Watson from leaving?

You sure did.

Well, then I apprehended him, which means that I'm entitled to that reward.

Sorry, darling.

Oh, that's all right, Marla.

Sheriff, about my $5 ,000 you've been holding is evidence.

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.

A tidy sum, miss.

Invested wisely.

Oh, I will, Sheriff.

I will.

Uh, Marla, honey?

Yes? Where are you going?

Well, to the hotel.

And, uh, then after I get the reward money, I'll be leaving. For good.

Well, now, aren't you forgetting something?

Uh, we're supposed to be married.

Oh, didn't Bob tell you?

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

No.

Back to my medicine show.

Ah, well.

It's not much, but it'll stake into a couple of hands.

And who knows what that'll lead to. There aren't going to be any hands. We

an ordinance against card sharks in this town.

If you aren't out of here in one hour, you'll be in that pen with your friend.

But, Sheriff, I'll... Sheriff, I'll...

How about you, Bart? You still plan to stay?

No, no. I just got a message from the telegraph office. I'm going to be riding

out of town myself in the opposite direction.

Well... Pearlie.

Good luck, Pearlie.

You can't say that it hasn't been fun and profitable, at least for you.

Bob, 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, Bob.

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?

Oh, that's ridiculous, Marla. Now, whatever gave you that idea?

You dropped this.

Now, Marla, that's private.

Oh, you know the kind of deals I make. Why, it's one in a million they ever

out. I know the kind of deals that Doc Holliday makes.

And I also know that you are broke.

And that you need this $5 ,000 for half an interest.

For half... Oh, Marla, not a chance.

Maybe 25%. 50%. Marla, I could make that money almost... Normally,

I don't take money from women.

But in Marla's case, I had no misgiving since it was mine in the first place.

I think.

All right.

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.

Seems like you were mighty pleased with Maverick there at the inn.

Mind you, partner, just got the most exciting message at the telegraph

Oh, we're going to 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 mean... Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Riding the trails to who knows where, luck is his companion, camping is his

game. Smooth as a handle on a gun, Maverick is the name.

Wild as the wind in Oregon, blowing up a canyon, easier to tame.

Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Rebel, ring your bell.

Better well than a bell.

Luck is a lady that he loves the best.

That's in New Orleans.

Living on Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.