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What did you tell him? I didn't see him.
I never left the hotel.

We'll have to get rid of you.

She wants out, we'll let her out. We
don't know what she told Maverick. It

doesn't matter. It can be explained
away.

All right, Pepe.

A Warner Brothers television production.

What do you say, senor?

It's your bet.

You open.

I would like to... What is the
expression?

To tap you.

Tap me? I have over 5 ,000 here.

Most of it mine, senor.

I'm not ungrateful.

But how can you tap me? You only have 50
over there.

You're a gambling man, no?

I'm a gambling man, yes.

That's how I know you can't tap me
unless you have at least as much as I

Well, I... I have what might be regarded
much more.

Have you been at the Santa Leora, senor?

Down in the Rio Grande?

A charming little town with wonderful
clima. That is, climate.

No matter how hot it gets there during
the day, there's nothing to do at night

except at La Dama Fortuna.

In your language, the lucky lady. A
cantina of which I, Miguel Ruiz, am the

proprietor. It is also a gambling hall,
at which games are a chance of playing

24 hours a day, of which the house
receives a percentage.

And the señoritas that dance with the
gentlemen.

Not one over 20.

That sounds just fine.

I'll have to go down there sometime.

You may do better than that, señor.

You may just possibly win it.

Or just possibly not.

I have the deed for the dama afortunada.

I tap you, senor.

I call.

It is a phone.

Pardon me, could you tell me where the
lucky lady is located?

Yeah, right there.

Oh, thank you.

Uh, I own it now.

Do tell.

Yes, sir.

I'd like to invite you to help me
celebrate the new ownership.

Free drink?

Uh,

excuse me, gentlemen.

My name is Bart Maverick. I'm the new
proprietor of the Lucky Lady.

I'd like to invite you up to have some
free drinks till sundown.

Gentlemen, free drinks at the Lucky
Lady.

I'm the new owner.

Well, maybe I didn't make myself quite
clear.

Drinks on the house till sunset.

Till midnight?

I'll take you up on that, mister.

And if I heard right, you said three
drinks.

Oh, I most certainly did that, sir. If I
understand the invitation, it means

three drinks any place.

Right. If there isn't any in there,
you'll buy them for me at the El Molina

Rawhide across the street.

Well, that won't be necessary, sir. Now,
why shouldn't we have our drinks right

here?

That's right.

Who is this Judge Painter?

Territorial judge.

Why did he close my place?

Well, the town is in a kind of a jam on
account of that Spanish lady that just

got here.

What Spanish lady?

The one who put the town in a jam.

Where is this Judge Painter's office?

In the courthouse, right around the
corner.

Why is that cantina across the street
open and mine closed?

Why is the cantina across the street
open and mine closed?

Well, sir, in a manner of speaking, you
can blame it on the lady in back of me.

Where's Marquette that day, Rue Senor?

She was a lovely woman, wasn't she?

What do you mean, wasn't she?

Well, she's been dead over a hundred
years.

What is she going around closing saloons
for now?

Well, she owned most of the town of
Santa Leora, given to her as a land

from the King of Spain, Ferdinand VI,
for meritorious services to the crown.

Well, I won the lucky lady because four
trays beat a full house any time.

What's a dead woman want with a canteen
anyway?

She's making no demands of you
personally.

But a great -great -granddaughter of
hers, the present Marquesa, arrived in

yesterday with a land grant, and she
claims possession of the entire estate.

The whole town?

Well, from the other merchants, she
wants only 10 % of their revenues, but

insists that your establishment be razed
to the ground.

Why is she clamping down on me, Judge?
Well, for sentimental reasons.

The original Hacienda stood on the site
of the lucky lady.

The young Marquesa plans to rebuild it.

However, I am examining the grant, and
if it should prove at all doubtful, I'll

let you know.

When, sir? Tomorrow at the latest.

Then I own the lucky lady, at least
until tomorrow. So I'll reopen her now.

Until you make your decision, Judge, I'm
still legal owner of the lucky lady.

Incidentally, drinks on the house
tonight.

Come on over and hoist a few, Your
Honor.

Thank you.

Say, does anybody have a key to this
place? No.

Well, stand back.

All right, everybody inside. It's open.
As I said, drinks on the house.

You should not have thrown a knife at
him.

It's unnecessary for us to do him
physical injury.

As yet.

We will continue.

This, Marquesan, was the dervish in your
wine cellar. You remember it, of

course.

No.

Well, you were a very young child when
you were last here.

Strange, there's no other door.

Hey.

What's your name?

Charlie Plank. Good, Charlie. Come on.

All right, set him up.

Drink up.

This is where the family stored their
fine old wines.

Amontillado, Madeira, a superb port
which probably has no equal in America.

When the Hacienda burned down, luckily,
the fire did not reach here.

These two you should perhaps remember,
if the occasion calls for it.

There was an entrance to this cellar
from the patio.

It is now heavily overgrown, I believe.

Well, I think that will be enough for
now.

Shall we go upstairs and confront our
adversary?

Marquesa?

With your permission.

Some of the ladies want wine, Mr.
Maverick.

Oh, that's fine.

Do we have any wine, Charlie?

We've got a whole cellar full.

Well, that's good. Here, Charlie, you
serve the boys at the bar, and I'll get

the ladies some wine.

Hello.

Well, how did you get down there?

The Marquesa was inspecting her wine
cellar.

She is finished now, so you may step
aside.

This room, Doña Luisa, we will rebuild
as La Sala Grande, as it was in the time

of your illustrious ancestors.

And beyond, we will put the Galleria,
with her portrait to grace it.

For your own chambers, I thought
perhaps...

You wish something, senor?

Does a man have to make wishes in his
own cantina? Ah, you are the new owner,

-called. A situation which will be
changed before morning.

Well, I wouldn't count on that if I were
you.

Anyway, free drinks in the house until
midnight.

Excuse me, would you care for some
champagne?

The Marquesa does not accept hospitality
from a stranger.

We can take care of that angle.

My name is Bart Maverick.

We must not be ungracious, Manuelo.

I am La Marqueta del Ruiseñor.

And this is my attorney, Señor Manuel
Ortiz.

And my dueña, Señora Eufemia Machado y
Jimenez.

And this is Pepe, an old family
retainer.

His teeth are all gold.

It is a little personal whim.

He'd better watch out or someone's
liable to take a claim on him.

Well, what will it be? Marquesa
champagne?

I understand that I have some very fine
old wines in the cellar.

Senor.

You have nothing downstairs and nothing
upstairs either.

That's your story, senor.

Perhaps you'd like to hear my story.

I own this place, and I'm going to keep
it. There is a law in this territory

which says that an old land grant... The
laws that I work by were written by a

man named Hoyle, who says, for instance,
anybody holding four trays... Haven't

you had enough of this fellow, Doña
Luisa?

Si.

I think it is best that we go now. Just
a minute.

You're leaving something behind.

I think this belongs to one of you.

Why, it's Pepe's. He must have dropped
it. Just two inches from my left ear.

He is sometimes negligent.

He will not be so careless after this.

Come, you ladyship.

He will make trouble for us.

The gambler.

Let him stay where he is for now.

There'll be no question about the land,
Grant.

I'm not so sure.

This maverick looks like a pretty tough
hombre.

We'll take care of him.

You just do your job and leave the rest
to us.

Well, I'm just getting fed up with my
job.

I was never good at playing parts, and I
keep forgetting my phony Spanish

accent.

One of these days the Marquesa is going
to open her mouth and I'll pop out.

Just what are you thinking of doing?

I want out of this masquerade.

It's getting too dangerous.

It will be much more dangerous if you're
thinking of dropping it.

All I have to do is... What?

Walk out on you.

I'm not interested in money if it leads
to jail.

Tell them I've disappeared or get
yourself another Marquez or I'm Marquez.

Him for...

Now he can't give you away. He can't
talk.

Keep him away from me!

Who are you?

Lily Nightingale.

From the Silverload Saloon in Tombstone.

I suppose his next move will be my
throat.

Well, how are you going to explain me
with my throat cut?

How?

I will show you.

Alas, Judge Painter, the poor little
Marquessa could not stand it.

All alone in the world, her parents
dead.

A poor, lonely, frightened orphan who
faced a fight with his maverick.

So last night, when we thought she was
fast asleep...

We told Pastor Devota Dueña and took the
knife from her sleeping servant, Pepe.

And... And then...

We

found her through in the morning.

Now, who are you?

I am La Marquesa Luisa del Ruiseñor.

And where are you from?

The hacienda of my sainted parents
burned down when I was a little girl.

I was taken to a convento to stay with
the sisters.

You came and took me away from there
when you realized that I was the heiress

this great estate.

You had found the land grant.

I'm glad you decided to accept my
invitation, Judge Painter. You changed

mind, huh?

Well, that's fine.

Drinks on the house, gentlemen. Well,
unfortunately, Mr. Maverick, I have some

bad news for you.

When you reopen the cantina, I examine
the Marquesas land grant.

It is entirely legal.

I shall have to dismiss you from these
premises.

Judge, this cantina belongs to me. I
have no intention of leaving.

Then I have no recourse but to put you
in jail.

I am very sorry, but I think you'd all
better go home at once.

Otherwise, the Marquesa will demand and
legally get the entire town. Now, I

think you'd all better go.

Oh, you too.

Looks like it's going to be a long, dry
summer.

I think you'd better go too, Mr.
Maverick.

Look, Judge, I won... You won nothing.

Neither did you lose very much. It was a
poker hand.

Now, where would you prefer to spend the
night? In your hotel room or in jail?

Right here.

Then I'll have to summon the sheriff.

You see, Judge, I haven't really had
time to register in the hotel yet.

The Marquesa will save him the expense
of a room tonight.

She will not mind if he stays here and
says farewell to what he never owned.

And tomorrow morning, you better leave
town.

And for your sake, don't come back.

Don't look out, friend. I'm going to
send you to the pawn shop tooth by

A la víbora de la mar, de la mar, por
aquí pueden

pasar. La de adelante corre mucho, la de

atrás no quedarán. A la víbora, víbora
de la

mar, de la mar, por aquí pueden pasar.

Papa? Huh?

No, it's me, Maverick.

What are you doing down here, Marquesa?

This cellar's been haunting me.

I can't get it out of my mind.

I get one of those funny notions that
I've been here before.

That you've been here before?

Well, isn't that natural?

Is it?

What are you doing here?

I heard you singing and I came down.

There's a tune I heard some little
children singing once in El Paso.

It starts out...

I don't know it. You were just singing
it.

How did you get down here? I didn't see
you come in.

There's a passage from the patio to the
cellar here.

Outside, there's a large jacaranda tree.

I remember in the springtime, the
flowers are like a blue cloud.

That's silly.

I can't remember a thing like that.

I've never been here before in my life.

Marquesa de Rua Senora must have been
here at some time.

And she'd be speaking to me now in
Spanish accent.

A little while ago, I told them this
would happen.

Good grief.

If they find out I'm gone, I'm a dead
duck.

What?

That means dead duck in Spanish.

So now you know.

I'm a fake.

You were singing in Spanish.

So I used to work in a dance hall in
Tombstone.

There was a Mexican family down the
street and they had a lot of cute kids.

used to play with them sometimes.

I must have picked up the song from
them.

How did you get mixed up with Ortiz and
company?

I'm supposed to be a dead ringer for the
old girl in the portrait, so they

latched on to me.

I'm to get a lot of money.

Only I'm sick of it.

I'm scared.

I'd like to get out, only that Pepe
loves to use his knife.

What's your real name?

Lily Nightingale.

Do you know what ruiseñor means in
Spanish?

Mm -mm. I've picked up a...

Word here and there, and the rest Ortiz
taught me.

Ruiz Senor means Nightingale.

That's a coincidence, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it must be.

I'll take you back to your hotel.

Oh, no.

No, let's go the way you came.

Ortiz and Pepe left before I went to
bed.

If they're still out and the old woman's
asleep, I can sneak back into the room.

What are you looking at?

You said you saw a jacaranda tree out
here.

There is no jacaranda tree.

She sleeps like a log. I'll get in, all
right.

You can have your cantina back now, I
suppose.

Are you going to tell Judge Painter what
I told you?

What would happen if I do?

Well, if they find out I've blabbed,
they'll hand me over to Pepe.

I thought about that.

About the land grant, do you think
that's a fake, too?

They had it before I joined them.

And from the way they talk, I think it's
genuine.

Then what did they want with you?

Well, they've never been able to find
the real Marquesa.

She disappeared from the convent when
she was a little girl.

Do you think you can get me the grant?

The judge has it now, but I suppose
you'll have to give it back to Ortiz.

I can try.

You do that.

Good night, Louisa.

Lily, to you.

Good night, Lily.

What was that for?

For seeing me home. I'm the grateful
type.

Coachman, I'm looking for a Mr. Bart
Maverick.

Well, after what happened here
yesterday, it wouldn't surprise me if he

the Husko.

I'd be shocked if he weren't.

In that case, he'll hold.

Where is the Lucky Lady Saloon?

Right over there.

Thank you.

Maverick, how charming to see you.

Nobby old Ned Wingate. What brings you
here?

Seeking you out, old boy?

I'd heard of your great good fortune and
came expressly to congratulate you on

it. What great good fortune?

Two days ago, I was in a little sliver
of a town.

A dot -deep mudge on the map. Don't ask
me how I got there. I forget myself.

There, I met a weeping Spaniard who told
you I won his cantina in a game of

cards. So you came looking for me to
find out how much you could grab for

yourself. One of the things I most
admire in you, Maverick, is a certain

blunder, which reaches a point quickly
and... Well, I can reach another point

quickly, Ned.

You can't possibly have a piece of this
cantina because I don't think I have a

piece of it myself.

Ah, the Ortiz business.

I see you've encountered the situation.

Dead on.

How do you know about that?

My spies, old boy.

Besides, I've met this Ortiz character
socially.

In what jail?

Abilene.

What was he in for, Ned?

Orgery. Of legal documents, deeds,
wills, mortgages.

Oh, land grants.

Are you sure it's the same man?

My dear boy, we had adjoining
accommodations.

I had the cell with the sudden exposure.

Sunlight most of the afternoon.

Yeah, the girl told me she was an
imposter.

If you can prove that he's a
professional forger, we are in.

So the lucky lady and the proprietor,
Wingate and Maverick.

What is he trying to tell us?

Something important from his manner.

Apparently it involves Louisa.

Is it about her?

Come out, Louisa.

Go on, Pepe.

He's trying to tell us you did
something.

Suppose you tell us.

How should I know? Tell him to write it
down.

You know he can't read or write.

Now, what did you do to cause him to be
so worked up?

Last night I had supper with all of you.
I went to bed in the same room with

Ophemia. I slept the night through.

She's lying.

I sleep heavily.

Maybe she got out during the night.

I did not go out. Is that what she did?

He's not telling the truth.

Where did she go?

What's down there?

I have better things to do than hang
around watching that.

Stay where you are.

The lucky lady.

She went to the lucky lady last night.

Alone?

With whom?

With Maverick.

No,

I wasn't.

What did you tell him? I didn't see him.
I never left the hotel.

We'll have to get rid of you.

If she wants out, we'll let her out. We
don't know what she told Maverick. It

doesn't matter. It can be explained
away.

All right, Pepe.

Let him in.

I was peeling this apple and I cut my
thumb.

A little Marquesa frightens so easily.

Her ladyship cannot stand the sight of
blood.

You see, Doña, it is nothing.

It has made me feel a little faint.

If you will excuse me, please.

Your ladyship may need you.

Wingate, why don't you say hello to your
old pal?

I've never seen this bloke before in my
life.

Louisa!

Louisa!

The Marquesa, she's gone.

Through the window.

Why aren't we back in town guarding the
lucky lady? Why are we looking for this

unlucky lady instead?

Because she must be in danger.

How do we find her out in this
wilderness?

Now, when I served in India with the
Bengal lancers, when one of the johnnies

decided to light out, we'd harnay to
Peter. The closest you ever came to the

Bengal lancers' wingate was to carry a
spear in Julius Caesar.

A dagger. I played the lean and hungry
Cassius.

But I admire your spirit of doubt,
Maverick.

If Galileo hadn't doubted, we'd still
believe the world was standing still.

If Columbus hadn't doubted... If that
sheriff in Abilene hadn't been doubtful

about you, you wouldn't be sporting that
healthy -looking tan you picked up in

the cell with the southern exposure.

Hey, look.

Nothing to get jumpy at. Just a couple
of horsemen out on a jaunt at this time

of day, in the middle of nowhere.

I thought you'd hurt your left eye while
lifting the siege of Lucknow. So I did.

You just put the patch on over your
right eye. I don't believe in pampering

ninja.

I wonder what those chaps are hunting in
this wilderness.

Marquesas, I think.

Come on.

You fool.

You could have been a rich woman.

Pepe.

Now we'll do it without you.

Why, that impudent little wretch. That
cost me five pounds.

Where'd that fellow go?

Bye.

We'll never find him in these rocks.

Thanks for saving my life, Louisa.

I'm not Louisa.

I'm Lily.

Lily Nightingale.

Are you?

Do you remember this, Louisa?

Había un gato con los pies de trapo y
los ojos al

revés.

What'd he say?

Once there was a cat with cloth feet.

His eyes were upside down.

What's that?

A fairy tale.

Spanish?

No. It couldn't have been.

How'd you know what it meant?

I don't know.

I saw a doctor sign down the street.

Better go down there and take that hunk
of lead out of your arm.

It's a mere scratch, old boy.

Now, in India, when I picked up a
bullet, I... I know, you plucked it out

your own teeth. This time you better see
the doctor before you lose that arm.

You want to wear another patch?

Perhaps you're right.

What about her?

I'm going to try to find out.

Don't press it, Maverick.

I should hate for us to lose this
establishment.

Who are you?

He used to ask me that when he was
coaching me.

I don't know.

Did you learn that fairy tale from the
Mexican kids in Tombstone?

How else did I know it?

Marquesa de Ruiz Senor would know it.

I can't be.

I'd remember other things.

Wouldn't I?

You remembered one other thing.

Jacaranda tree in the patio entrance to
the wine cellar.

Only it wasn't there.

little libation.

Okay, sir.

Ah, you and me.

Little brown jug house.

I love thee.

Oh, you and me.

Oh, you said free drinks, remember?

Well, you ain't been around to hand them
out, so I've been helping my

The fact of the matter is that I've been
helping myself long before you got

here.

That's stealing, Charlie.

Oh, no.

It's making use of it because this stuff
is going to turn to vinegar most any

day now.

I got a crick in my back from chopping
that growth away

out there, and I think a shot of this is
going to help it.

Charlie, until we find out who this wine
belongs to, we... Shopping away what

undergrowth? Well, out in front there,
in front of the patio entrance.

Yeah?

Oh. Better go see what he's talking
about.

What'd you clear away, Charlie?

Oh, bushes and trees.

Oh, lots of oleanders and ivy all over
the place.

Laurel bushes. But the thing that gave
me the most trouble was this big tree

here blocking the entrance.

Is that a jacaranda tree?

Yep, blue flowers.

Took me most of last month to get it
down.

I bet that tree's been here for years.

Yeah, good.

Clean this mess up, will you, Charlie,
and get rid of those branches.

What are we going to do with them?

Oh, anything. Throw them away. Burn
them.

We better go see Judge Painter.

They took me out of the saloon because I
looked like her. It's just an accident.

A coincidence. Not in this case.

It's not only the likeness. You know
Spanish.

A children's song.

An old fairy story heard in childhood.

You are the Marquesa de Luis Senor.

Mr. Maverick, there is not the slightest
possibility of you retaining possession

of the Lucky Lady Saloon.

Your Honor, one of the reasons why I
brought her in here is because I'm

my claim.

I think she's the real Marquesa, too.

But I'm not.

If I were, I'd remember things.

And I don't remember a thing that
happened to me when I was a child.

When the Oceania burned, you were about
four years old.

The shock of the fire, plus the loss of
your parents, could have wiped away your

memory. When her parents saw they were
trapped, they threw her from the second

story to me.

I caught her.

To you?

I was your nurse.

Then why all the hanky -panky of taking
me out of the saloon and coaching me in

my lines?

Because you had forgotten entirely.

We had to treat you as if you were a
four -year -old child.

How did she get into that saloon in the
first place?

She ran away from the convent when she
was a young girl.

It took us years to find her.

Is it so hard for you to accept the fact
that you are a nobility and a very rich

woman?

But I don't want it.

I want to be Lily Nightingale.

I don't know how to be a Marquesa.

And I don't want this town or Mr.
Maverick's saloon.

I was offered a partnership where I
worked, the Silver Lode Saloon.

I had almost enough money saved up.
That's why I joined them, to get the

How much did you need?

$5 ,000.

$5 ,000 just.

I'll buy the land grant from you.

You can have your saloon and I can keep
my cantina.

If you give up your inheritance, it
reverts to the territorial government.

Possibly they will sell to you.

But we will have to write to Washington
and ask their permission.

I shall forward the money to the
Capitol.

A mere scratch, as I told you, Maverick.

The fabulous character at the saloon
told me I'd find you here.

My dear fellow, how splendid to see you
here.

Are you addressing me, sir?

Yes, naturally. My old companion in
duress.

He had the dang cell.

The one with the northern exposure.

Never a glimmer of sunlight.

He was threatened with rickets.

We solved it finally, remember? When I
left, I prevailed upon the sheriff to

you have my cell.

It's done you a lot of good, old boy.
You look positively blooming.

He was in jail with you, Ned? For
forging General Custer's name to a

Bad slip, old boy.

You dated it the day after he had made
his last stand.

Who is he?

The Ortiz fellow I've been telling you
about.

He calls himself Painter.

Probably a pen name, Maverick.

A name he took when he got out of the
pen.

I'm sure there must be some mistake. I
don't reckon...

Yep, it's a forgery, all right. Pretty
good one. Look here, since this Judge

Painter was the real Ortiz, who was the
other Ortiz?

He was a brother of the man who called
himself Painter.

Sheriff, if that land grant is a fake,
then apparently there isn't any real

grant at all. Don't appear to be. And
the Marquesa here doesn't own any part

the town.

Not a speck.

Nor my cantina. No, she don't.

Well, as owner of a thriving
enterprise... Off owner.

Owner of 90 % of a thriving enterprise.

I'd like to say that my offer of free
drinks for the whole town still stands.

Sheriff, was my property ever
transferred to anybody?

No, ma 'am. Your folks was dead. There
was no one to deed it over to anybody.

Mr. Maverick, even though I don't have a
land grant, still, your establishment

occupies the site of the hacienda where
I was born.

So I'll have to hire lawyers to find out
exactly what my legal position is.

Since the cantina is the very center of
town, the property should be quite

valuable. Worth about $5 ,000.

Sheriff, make him out a bill of sale.

Mr. Manley, I burned up all them twigs
you asked me to.

So? So.

The wind is blowing and the sparks are
falling all over the place.

What I wanted to tell you was the
canteen caught fire.

And the wine, I should have finished off
that wine soon.

Mr. Maverick?

Your bill of sale.

Who is the tall, dark stranger there?

Maverick is the name.

Riding the trail to who knows where,
luck is his companion, gambling 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 a lady that he

loves the best.

Now to New Orleans,

living on Jackson Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Riverboat, ring your bell.

Fare thee well, Annabelle.

Luck is the way that he loves the best.

Hatch to New Orleans.

Living on Jackson, Queens.

Maverick is a legend of the West.

Maverick is a legend of the West.