All language subtitles for maverick_s03e24_the_resurrection_of_joe_november

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.