All language subtitles for maverick_s04e28_the_forbidden_city

Senor, what has happened?

What are you... Because you sandbagged
me into another bushwhack with this.

I never wrote this, senor. You must
believe me. Lady, I wouldn't believe

A Warner Brothers television production.

Nobody's accused you of cheating,
Maverick.

Then why are you running me out of town?

Frankly, your mistake was taking the
whole town council to the cleaners.

Punishment for that's the first stage
out of town.

Bart!

Brad, I thought you were in Tombstone.

You two know each other?

That is my brother, Brad.

Well, keep him out of this town.

It's a long story, brother.

I'll explain it on the stage.

Where are you bound?

Abilene. Trail herds are coming in this
time of year and lots of well -heeled

cowboys on the loose. I figured I'd keep
them from wasting their wages on women

and wine.

Sounds like the promised land.

Perhaps a little conditioning and root
to while away the dusty miles.

Sunburst, folks.

Sunburst.

The dealer treats himself to two,
friends.

Here's the mail, Pete.

Sunburst, folks. All out.

$20 to keep the pot boiling and $50 to
feed the plane.

I don't know. They were all alive at the
last relay station.

Playing a little friendly game of poker.

Playing what?

I'm digging your grave, friend, with
five little spades.

It's your own grave you've dug, mister.

Gambling's forbidden here in Sunburst.
It's the law.

But, Sheriff, legally we're not in
Sunburst.

Stagecoach is a public carrier. Friends
and I are just passing through.

Right, gents?

Yes, Sheriff.

Who owns them cards?

This gentleman.

You snake.

Look, Sheriff, why don't you just close
the door and I'll pull down the block.

Thank you.

I'll consider you three ain't poker
players, just stray lambs. But this part

Texas is cow country. So keep moving.

As my old pappy once said, in the midst
of life, we are in jail.

Oh. I believe it's my deal, gentlemen.

Oh, Sheriff.

Morning, Miss Nettie. Miss Joanne.

Morning, Mr. Shadley. Good morning, Mr.
Shadley.

Good morning.

Forgive me if I say your faces combine
beauty with compassion.

May a stranger in trouble appeal to you?

No more tricks, Tin Horn. Get in there
before I cuff you.

Sheriff. before he disappears into our
model jail.

May I ask what this desperado has done?

Joanne, really?

He's a poker shark, ma 'am. I caught him
with the cash and the cards.

Prisoner pleads guilty.

All I ask of this zealous lawman is to
be kicked out of town.

I'm afraid you'll have to pay the
penalty, sir.

You see, Sunburst is the one untarnished
town in the West.

Gamblers... Gunfighters, dancing girls
are taboo.

What do the people do for fun and games
in Forbidden City?

They don't. Our one saloon closes at six
o 'clock.

Say no more.

You better wall me up, Sheriff, before I
contaminate the population.

Mr. Shadley.

Tell me, Sheriff, what's this scoundrel
guilty of? Dancing with his wife at the

dock?

Property damage, disturbing the peace,
public nuisance.

He picked up a rock and with willful
intent broke a window.

What does he get for that?

Life? Gambler. Being dog catcher around
here as well as sheriff, I'm liable to

fit you for a muzzle.

Been celebrating, compadre? Too much
scamper juice?

Regard me, senor. Do I look like a
drinking man?

Ah, you happened to break that window.
Bad aim? For 20 years, I worked on the

rock pile in prison.

With rocks I do not miss.

You spent 20 years in the clink?

For what?

For a murder I did not commit, senor.

I just got out.

And you needed a place to sleep?

No, senor. I needed protection.

Dodging lead.

You're a smart hombre to head for the
sacred city of Sunburst.

You won't find any shooting gallery in
this amusement park.

Sacred city, too.

This Sunburst is a stage stop to hell.

What? Why, they're so pure here that
they sow wild oats and get Easter

The bride with a bad conscience, senor,
wears the whitest veil.

Supper, boy.

Rubio, got a nice steak for you.

And I get jail strawberries.

You know, Sheriff, my doctor says that
beans... Shut up.

He's been eating worse than beans for 20
years. I figure the law owes him a

square meal.

You see, senor, here in jail, I can live
safely till Thursday when the great

Judge Pfeiffer holds court.

You want to face Pfeiffer with a murder
on your record?

But they tell me that Pfeiffer's the
stiffest judge on the circuit.

That is why, senor.

Senor, do me the favor of sharing my
state, and I will tell you how they

murderers long ago in Spain.

I'm all ears.

In those days, they brought a suspect to
the corpse of the victim.

And if the dead body flowed blood, then
that man was his murderer.

Sounds like a neat trick, if you can do
it. I've come back, senor, to face Judge

Pfeiffer because he's just. The suspect
will be in court, and my words will

cause blood to flow.

I know them.

All of them.

Break me a window.

All right.

Come on out.

This is Mayor Moss. He wants to ask you
some questions.

Morning, Your Honor. Morning, young man.

Stranger, I want to ask your help.

It's about that frightful occurrence
last night.

We've never had a crime like that in
Sunburst.

So Mr. Shadley assures me.

Now, about those three masked men.

You saw them. There must be some
identifying clue you can give us.

I'm afraid not, Mr. Mayor.

You see, I like that old man, and I'd be
glad to help him, but there's not a

thing I can add to what I told the
sheriff last night.

Well, you read his statement, didn't
you, Mr. Morse, just as I took it down?

Yes, yes, I've read it a dozen times.

I can't imagine whom the old man meant
when he mentioned he had enemies here in

town.

I've tried so hard to weed out the
undesirables here in Sunburst.

Good neighbors don't need gunpowder, Mr.
Maverick.

Well, speaking as an undesirable Mr.
Mayor, I'd say you've done a very

job. Oh, come, come, you're not the type
Gamber our laws are aimed at. You're

clearly a gentleman.

You've been so willing to help with this
murder business, I feel the least I can

do is suggest that there's a stage going
out in the morning.

Are you tearing me loose?

That's very generous. Not exactly, young
man. You see, every town has its

hotheads. Blood calls for blood.

It's been murmured that there might have
been an inside man involved last night,

and you were here in jail when it
happened.

You're not suggesting that I... Not even
remotely, young man. What I'm trying to

tell you is that the...

Fair name of sunburst might survive
murder, but never a lynching.

Who is it?

It is I, the daughter of Pedro Rubio.

So you're the daughter of the old one
that was killed last night?

Andalucía Rubio.

Señor, will you help me?

How and why?

Well, because only you saw the death of
my father.

Oh, I'm sorry, honey.

But I was sleeping when the whole thing
started, and before I knew what was

happening, all I can remember is looking
into the barrel of a .45.

Besides, I've got to be on that stage
first thing in the morning.

You are running away?

Are you a coward, senor?

Now, listen.

I've been tipped off there's lynch talk
in town.

Folks think I was mixed up in that.

Well, our mayor would never allow it. He
is a brave man.

He would die first.

The order of our deaths doesn't interest
me.

Senor, in jail, did my father tell you
that he was threatened with death if he

came back to this town?

He dropped a hint.

Well, he came anyway, straight to our
farm.

I had to tell him that my mother died
two years ago of hard work and

hunger.

Well, honey, the only thing your father
said to me was that he was innocent of

the murder and he was going to court to
tell Judge Pfeiffer the whole truth.

You believed him?

Well, my pappy once told me never debate
the innocence of a drinking woman or a

man in jail.

Lucia, I'd like to help you, but in
coming to me, you're only bailing your

with a sieve.

Look, I'm a gambler in a plaster of St.
Tom with a record.

I'd hurt you. I'd help you.

No one would help me in sunburst.

Do you think, senor, I would not go to
the law if I thought they would listen?

But no.

Because all my life in this town, I have
been that convict's daughter.

I came to you because you were in jail.
I thought you would understand.

Lucy, there's just one law that a man
must never break.

That's the law of self -preservation.

So I'm going to break it.

I'll go have a little talk with Senor
Sheriff, and if I come up with anything,

I'll write you a letter and send a copy
to Judge Pfeiffer.

Because I'm going to be on that stage in
the morning.

Thank you, Senor.

God bless you.

A woman's tears, the holy water.

Killed more men than whiskey.

Oh, Mr.

Maverick, your servant, ladies. We were
just looking for you.

How can I help you?

Mr. Maverick, we understand you were in
the cell with that poor man who was

murdered last night.

Regrettably, yes, ma 'am. You see, sir,
my niece and I are writing an historical

sketch of Sunburst for the ladies'
culture club.

Unfortunately, all we have to go on are
people's memories and this old diary we

found in the library.

It's hopelessly dull, the first half
we've been able to plow through.

But the tragedy last night has shaken
the whole town.

And since you were the only eyewitness,
we thought perhaps maybe you could give

us a few details for our ladies' club
paper.

Well, forgive us, sir. We know it's not
quite seemly to bother a virtual

stranger, but we... Miss Nettie, it
wasn't very seemly of those three men to

murder that old man last night.

Let's all go in and bother Mr. Shadley.
Perhaps he can add some interesting

footnotes to history.

Be my guest.

Oh, and be sure to take down everything
he says.

What are you doing back here, Gambler?

Well, I just remembered a couple of
things, Sheriff, about last night. I

to ask you some questions.

All right, but not in front of the
ladies. It ain't fitting.

But they're interested in local history,
and I think you helped make some last

night. Mr. Shadley.

My uncle has shown me Mr. Maverick's
statement, and he's helping us document

this whole unfortunate matter.

Why, Sheriff, where are the cell keys?

Locked up in my desk. Where'd you think
they'd be?

Well, hanging right there on that peg
where you put them last night.

I did no such a thing. Neither do I. I
saw you. Make a note of that, ma 'am.

Are you calling me a liar?

Sheriff, will you give me the key to the
cell? I'd like to go in there and

reconstruct this murder into tale for
the ladies and for history. I said, are

you calling me a liar?

Yes.

Excuse me, ladies.

This has become a personal matter, and
I'd like to be alone with the sheriff.

Certainly,

Mr. Maverick. Come on, Joanne.

All right, on your feet.

I said get up.

Is this a shakedown, Tim Horn?

What are you trying to get away with?

What were you trying to get away with
last night? Murder?

Now, listen, mister. You ain't saying I
had any hand in not killing him.

No? Then why were the keys on the wall
in the back door open?

Oh, who's going to believe that?

than Judge Pfeiffer might.

Pfeiffer? Now you're playing with fire,
Maverick.

And you're beginning to feel it now. Who
put you up to it? Nobody.

I don't hold with murder.

Needed as Pfeiffer. Now, how would you
like those three men to go free while

hang? Me, hang?

Well, listen, mister.

There's your stage, Gamber. Better get
out there before you miss it. All

There's $1 ,000 if you catch it.

Maybe more.

Say, $5 ,000.

If you don't, neither of us will live to
face Judge Pfeiffer.

We'd be killed if I knew we were even
talking together.

Shadley, you're as good as dead right
now unless you give me the names of

three men.

Your only chance is to turn state's
evidence in Pfeiffer's court.

You've got to believe me. I swear I
don't know who all of them are.

Then find out.

You've got just one hour to give me the
names of those three men or I go

straight to the mayor.

You stay away from the mayor. From
everybody.

Hole up in the hotel.

I'll tell them you ducked out the back
door and caught the stage.

I'll meet you right after dark in the
alley by the town hall.

But you remember that with men like the
mayor and Pfeiffer, it's a stiff rope in

a short drop.

Robbins, there's one place I won't stand
for penny -pinching, and that's in

school matters.

Yes, I know, sir. Yes, come in.

Interrupting? No, no. Come in, Dave. We
were just checking over the school

budget.

Robbins, why don't you run down to the
schoolhouse and see just how many new

desks the teacher does need?

Yes, sir.

Oh, good morning, Robbins.

Good morning, Mr. McGuire. Come in, Mac.

I'd like your thinking and Dave's on
this school tax matter.

That stagecoach left just a half hour
ago.

What are you doing back already?

Something wrong?

Yeah. The gambler wasn't aboard.

He wasn't?

We stopped it just like you said.

Just past Cache Creek. No passengers.
Empty as a sucked egg.

And that maverick is still kicking
around town.

Shadley muffed it.

Yeah. The gambler's back in the hotel. I
just checked.

Is he with anybody?

That Mexican girl again?

No. He's writing a letter.

He asked the clerk for paper and pen.

And the name of the town on the circuit
where old Deacon Pfeiffer's holding

court.

Pfeiffer? We better read that letter.

You got a pass key?

What are we waiting for?

For him to finish writing it?

I want to know just which end Sam
Chadley is playing against the middle.

Don't get excited. See who it is, Mac.

Oh, I hope I'm not interrupting, Uncle
Clyde. Are you terribly busy?

Good morning, Mr. Taylor. Good morning,
ma 'am.

Johnny, we're busy with a school budget.

I'll see you at lunch. How's that?

Well, it was about that poor Mexican's
murder, but I suppose it can wait.

It was, uh... What about it, Johnny?

So far, nobody in town has the remotest
idea who the three men were that killed

the old man, correct?

That's right.

If we knew, every man in town would be
in the saddle and on their trail.

What would you say if two sheltered
females had discovered the first clue

gambler? You mean Mr. Maverick?

I've already talked to him.

He couldn't help us.

Well, he seems to have remembered
something since he talked to you.

You know that Nettie and I have been
working all week trying to find out

something really interesting about...
Yes, I know, I know, I know, Joanie, I

know.

What was Mr. Maverick's clue?

It seems the sheriff of our town left
his keys on a convenient nail last

No. Yes, right on the cell room wall.

That's how the killers got the prisoner.

How do you know this, Miss Joanne?

Mr. Maverick, the gambler, saw it
happen.

When we last saw the gambler, he was
giving Mr. Shadley quite a going over.

I can't believe it.

Well, Judge Pfeiffer might.

I think you ought to call the sheriff in
on the carpet.

Joanie.

Not only as mayor, but as an old
personal friend, I have profound

Sam Shadley. You know what he's done for
our town?

But what did he do for that poor
Mexican?

I'll see if I can get more details for
you by lunch, Uncle.

Goodbye.

Shadley, that stupid rockhead.

I'll tell you what we've got to do.
You'll tell us nothing.

This whole mess is your plan.

And now my niece knows that the sheriff
of Sunburst is mixed up in it.

Strangers are writing letters to Judge
Pfeiffer.

Maverick won't live to mail that letter.
It isn't Maverick who'll hang us. We

can take that dude any time.

It's Shadley.

Stop worrying.

McGuire, go down to the sheriff's office
and tell him the gambler wants to see

him at the hotel.

When he gets there, we'll pick up that
letter.

Then we'll blast them both.

In daylight, with the whole town playing
Pinkerton, there'll be ten people to

tack your hides to Judge Pfeiffer's
desk.

Now, we'll wait till tonight.

Yeah, Dave, that's better.

Let's get at it then.

Good evening.

Evening, sir.

Can you tell me where the town hall is?

That way, and the town.

Is that mail going out this evening?

On the evening stage, sir.

I'm taking it down to the depot right
now.

I'd be obliged if you'd take this along.

Certainly.

Thank you.

to be a bunch -quitter, gentlemen.

I've got to get back to Sunburst.

You see, a kin of mine is... Shut up and
deal.

Maverick?

Shadley, it's Maverick.

Get out of town, Gambler.

Before they kill you, too.

Who's out there?

Mr. Shadley. Come on, let's get out of
here.

So, it was you.

Was me what?

You were the inside man in the jail.

Now, look, honey, you've had a bad
shock, but... You don't have to explain.

For some reason, you and Sheriff Shadley
wanted that old man dead.

He unlocked the cell door.

You helped take him out, and you both
killed him.

Now, look, honey, think about it.

Now, if I'd helped kill old Rubio...

Why'd I hang around here last night? I'd
have been over the hills and far away

by now. I don't know why, but Mr.
Shadley did.

And you were afraid he'd talk, so you
killed him, too.

Well, there's one big hole in that.

You're alive.

You're a witness.

Now, if I've killed two men already,
what's one lovely but rather nosy girl,

more or less?

Joanne, now turn around.

Come on, open those big blue eyes.

Or go on, pick it up.

Aim it right at my cold black heart. But
before you pull that trigger, I want

you to hear my last words.

Shadley told me to beat him. He was
going to give me the names of the

Why should he give them to you?

Because I had him bluffed. I swore I'd
tell the mayor and Judge Pfeiffer that

let those men in the jail last night and
that he'd hang for it.

Mr. Maverick.

Will you tell your whole story to the
mayor he's my uncle you know

What have I got to lose I'll just take
your gun

be my guest it's empty Scared girl

with a loaded gun might have called my
bluff Thank you

It's only a scratch.

Why didn't you kill them both when you
had the chance?

Because it's my gun arm, lardhead.

Watch your talk, Taylor. When's this
killing going to stop?

Tonight, when we cross off that gambler.

That's what you said right here last
night. Then it was just the old man.

Get a hold of yourself. We don't like
this any more than you do.

We've all got the same stick.

20 years fat living from nothing.

Why, you could still be stringing wire.

Quiet. Somebody's coming.

The gambler's with her. Quick, out the
side door.

Can't let them see that blood.

Remember what I told you. We'll take
care of this right away, and we'll get

over with once and for all.

Uncle Clyde.

Oh, hello, Mr. McGuire.

Well, now, Joanie, is this what you call
doing research at the library?

But I was at the library.

I heard some shots. I ran outside and
found Sheriff Shadley lying on the

dead.

Sam?

Dead?

It happened about ten minutes ago.

Mr. Maverick was with him when he died.

Could he speak?

Tell you who did it?

No.

No, he tried, but he went too fast.

This is unthinkable.

Another murder.

And you were the only witness to each
one.

Uncle Clyde, Mr. Maverick has quite a
story to tell.

Before you make any judgments, I think
you ought to hear it.

I intend to.

And, Joanie, I'll ask you to take
careful notes. Yes, sir.

Well, gentlemen, it all started last
night when a scared old man tossed a

through a window.

That just about covers my side of the
story.

Maverick, there's one point I want to be
very clear on.

What's that? This girl you were talking
with at the hotel.

She told you her father swore he was
innocent of the murder committed 20

ago. That's right.

Did he tell her who did commit the
murder?

No. No, that he was saving for Judge
Pfeiffer.

Mr. Maverick, as mayor of this quiet
little town, I want to thank you.

because I'm going right to the bottom of
this tragedy.

You're free to go back to your hotel,
but don't leave town, please.

Joanie, would you see Mr. Maverick off,
please?

Thank you, ma 'am.

Good night, gentlemen.

Good night.

Your uncle seems like a tolerant, fair
-minded man. That's what I told you.

I'm thinking of putting his tolerance to
a crucial test by kissing his niece

goodnight.

Without even asking her?

Mr. Maverick, please be serious.

Well, if you insist, I'll be formal.
Miss Moss, may I...

Mr.

Maverick, you were saying...

Could you... Would I?

Could I?

Oh, yes.

Would you kiss me?

Mr. Maverick, I'd quite like to, I
think.

But I don't know how.

You don't know how?

You see, kissing's forbidden in
sunbursts before the bans are published.

Being the mayor's niece, well, I might
as well have the month.

A lovely girl like you.

It's inhuman.

It's worse.

You know, my poor dear Aunt Nettie,
she's never been kissed, pinched,

cuddled, or gently outraged in any way.

She's nervous as a witch, and I'll
probably wind up much like her.

Joanne, I'm a convicted gambler.

I'll probably be hanged for murder.

I might just as well commit one last
crime.

You're bad, Maverick. Clear through.

But you've got courage.

What do I do?

Well, you put your arms up here.

Put your head back.

Lips parted.

Slightly trembling.

Oops, timber!

Joanne, there you are.

I've got to talk to you right away.

That is, if you're not tied up.

Well, I would have been in another split
second, but it's all right. Oh, not the

diary again.

No, Joanne.

I've almost finished reading it, and
I've got something to show you. I found

old will tucked away under the back
cover. Oh, come upstairs.

We must both of us read every word of it
tonight.

Must we do it now?

Yes. Yes, it won't wait, Joanne.

Mr. Maverick, will you forgive me in the
interest of history?

Your servant, ladies.

Pleasant dreams.

Queens bet 200.

I'll call you 200 and raise you five.

Your call.

You've stolen your last pot, Rennie.

Three queens.

All blue.

Maverick, as far as I'm concerned, you
can go straight to Sunderland.

Good night. Oh, Mr. Maverick, here's a
note for you.

Who would leave me a note?

Why, a girl.

After dark? She could be put in stocks.

Come to my farm tonight.

I know who made the murders.

Andalucía.

Where could I find a horse?

There's a livery stable just down the
street, sir.

Because you sandbagged me into another
bushwhack with this.

I never wrote this, senor. You must
believe me. Lady, I wouldn't believe

Well, come on. We've got a chance. No,
that is what they want. They will kill

us. Well, you'll burn to death if you
stay here. Come on. Yes, senor. They're

under the rug. There's a trap door.

Where are they?

There's only one way out of there.
Nothing could live in that fire.

Who do I thank for this?

It is from the early days when there
were Indian raids.

Comanches.

We must have got them with the first
blast.

Or else the smoke got them.

It's all clear, Lucy. You can come out.

I cannot.

I have torn my nightgown.

Well, you can't stay in there all night.
You'll freeze.

In sunburst, it is legal to freeze,
senor, but not to accompany a man in

your nightgown.

Oh, I haven't got time to argue.

I've got a little surprise planned for
those characters.

The last thing they expect to see is me.

It'll give me a chance to sneak around
and take them from behind.

Go with God, senor.

And bring me back their shirt and pants.

That'll do her.

You better ride out before somebody
spots the fire.

You get back to town.

Tell Mawson to sleep easy.

I'll see you at the ranch tomorrow.

It's me, Lucy.

Brought you a fistful of fig leaves.

I saw the man that burned us out riding
away, but I couldn't recognize him. It

was too dark. I too saw him, but clearly
it was Senor Taylor.

Who's he?

I can hardly believe my eyes.

Senor David Taylor owns the richest
ranch in the valley.

He is an honored man.

But why would he be after us?

Are you sure?

I know I work for him every week.

Which way did he go?

North, toward his ranch.

Yeah, where else?

So he could say he was asleep and knew
nothing about the fire.

All right, you hurry. I want you to
write to the mayors.

I hurry, senor.

But I am not sure I am welcome at the
mayors.

Remember, I am a convict's daughter.

Enough of that nonsense.

You'll talk and he'll listen.

Now put your clothes on.

Which way is north?

Oh, down this wash.

You come to a road that leads directly
to Senor Taylor's gate.

Good. Now, here's what I want you to do.

I want you to ask the mayor to swear in
a couple of deputies, then join me at

the Taylor ranch.

But there were two other murderers,
probably his ranch hands.

You might be killed.

Not where I'll be sitting, out of gun
range.

I just want to make sure that we don't
lose them.

Now, come on.

I'll get you some oats.

Devil. All right.

Sleep hungry. You'll get no oats
tonight.

Get out of that shack.

Well, it seems here in Sunburst that a
gambler is kin to the devil.

I've been fire -probed.

Now inside.

It's shocking, almost incredible, that a
man like David Taylor should set fire

to your house.

Well, it was his bullets, senor.

They broke the lamp and the fire
started.

Was he alone?

No, I don't think so. There were so many
bullets.

There must have been someone.

But you didn't see who it was?

No, senor.

You're a brave girl. I'm very grateful.

Let's see what we should do.

Well, senor Maverick asked you to join
him at Taylor's ranch.

That's what we'll do.

And you shall go with us, my child.

If you wish, senor.

Don't you think that's best, McGuire?
Yes, yes, I guess so, sure.

Please hurry, senor. Senor Maverick may
be in danger.

Get some room.

The mayor will be here any time now with
plenty of men.

You might just as well tell me why you
killed Rubio.

You're sure the girl went to the
mayor's?

You can count on it.

You see, Rubio was her father.

Well, it had to end sometime.

But I've had it real good for 20 years.

Ever since Rubio and I witnessed a
murder a couple of miles from here.

A rancher named Martin, who owned half
this valley, shot a man in the back not

10 feet from where Rubio and I were
stringing wire for Martin.

Threw the gun on us and offered a deal.

What deal?

For me, a fortune.

For Rubio to confess the murder, he
swore that he wouldn't hang.

His wife and kid would get a good ranch
with plenty of men and money to run it.

Rubio would be in clover when he got out
of jail.

And he took it? Just like that.

Prison food was a lot better than what
he'd been eating.

Besides, what chance would he and his
family ever have to hit it that rich?

But Martin broke his word.

Rubio's wife died half -starved in a
board shack.

No.

Martin kept his word.

He saved Rubio from hanging, but Martin
dropped dead.

Heart attack.

No one else knew of the deal.

Except you.

When Rubio got out, he could talk and
send you where he came from.

So you killed him.

Who were those two men with you?

It's the mayor.

Maverick! Come on in.

I've got Taylor and he's confessed.

I'll take over now.

You can put up your gun.

Dave, take it away from him.

What? Gambler, you just don't seem to
draw any eases in this town.

So you were the two men that were with
Taylor at the jail?

Maybe. Won't matter to you now. But why?

Two biggest men in town. You had
everything.

Yes, everything to lose.

Get the girl, McGuire.

Rubio's daughter?

You didn't think we'd leave her in town,
did you?

What are you going to do with her?

You'll see.

You can't put her in there with that
horse.

You know a more practical place to put
her, mister?

Take care of the girl.

Get it over with.

What happier plans have you made for me?

You're going to get lost in the
mountains, Gambler.

Forever. We won't have to explain your
disappearance.

Hey, what will you stall for me? Why,
nothing left you through. Why, that

will stall me both to death.

Don't shoot, you'll wake the whole
ranch. Get it over with. Here, give it

All right, get up, Maverick.

Get up.

the gun, Uncle.

You too, Mr. McGuire. Nice and easy.

Oh, good work, Joanne.

You can step down, Lucy.

I still have a couple of questions to
ask you.

Since there were three of you at the
jail last night, you must have all

witnessed that murder 20 years ago.

Murder? What murder?

The murder of a rancher named Clay by
Britton Martin, for which Rubio spent 20

years in prison.

You know what you're saying, Joanie?

Fully, I'm sorry to say.

You three were drifting ranch hands,
broke, working for Martin.

He promised to make you all rich if
Rubio confessed to the murder and you

kept your mouths shut.

Where did you get such a story, child?

From Martin's diary.

When he died, his family gave his books
to the library.

Nettie and I dug up the diary doing
research.

Here. Here it is. We had just finished
reading it when that poor girl came to

the house. We heard her scream and we
saw Mr. McGuire and you put her in the

wagon. I only did what I thought was
best for the family.

For you and Nettie.

And for our beloved town.

You've done enough for our town.

You've turned a lot of nice people into
stuffed shirt holier -than -thou

hypocrites.

And for 20 years, these two backed you
up because you were all secure and

prosperous.

But none of you could bear the burning
glass of his own conscience.

That just about boils it down, Joanie.

And we'll just let Judge Pfeiffer take
care of the rest of this.

All right, Taylor, you can step down.

off this town, I feel it's our duty to
teach its citizens the intricacies of

poker.

Well, good hunting, Bart.

But I've had my fill of sunburst.

Good trip.

Hold it!

What a pleasant surprise.

My uncle headed for prison and the trial
over. I couldn't wait to get out of

this sanctimonious town for a while.

Aunt Lucy is coming with me.

You look gorgeous, Lucy.

Thank you, senor. These are new fig
leaves.

And Lucia's a rich girl now. She sold
the ranch that was rightfully hers.

Hold it. Here's another one.

Changed my mind.

Decided to come after all.

Dealer's choice, Mr. Maverick.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Riding the trail to who knows where.

Luck is his companion.

Gamble 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.

Riverboat, ring your bell.

Fare thee well, Annabelle.

Luck is a lady that he loves the best.

Nice to see New Orleans.

Living on Jackson Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.