All language subtitles for Maverick S02E06

- Amy. What is it?
- Nothing. I'm all right, Steve.

But you're not. I
can see you're not.

Somebody out there
say or do something?

No, no. Please, Steve. Just
let me stay here for a minute.

- Who was he, Amy?
- Who? What do you mean?

Look, you're among friends.

You took one look at him and
you jumped like a jackrabbit.

- If it someone...
- Tell us!

I told you. It was nothing.

Where is he, Bret?

- It's the fat man at Table 5.
- Please, Steve!

Maverick.

Starring James
Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Bros.

From the entertainment
capital of the world.

Produced for television
by Warner Bros.

The trip from Memphis to
New Orleans cost $4 7...

if you didn't play poker.

For me, the price was $2358.

Oh, but I wasn't discouraged
when we docked at New Orleans.

I still had the $1000 bill
I kept for emergencies...

fastened to the lining of
my coat with a safety pin.

One week later, I
still had the safety pin.

The seal on the envelope was
stamped with a familiar crest.

I'd seen it before, engraved
on the world's finest silver.

It was the coat of arms of a
French family of silversmiths.

The House of Gireaux.

"If you want the other half
of your thousand dollar bill...

come to my home
at noon tomorrow...

regarding a proposition
most urgent and confidential.

Raoul Gireaux, 1 1
Rue De La Conte."

- You're punctual, Monsieur Maverick.
- For a date with money, always.

- You're Raoul Gireaux.
- His son. René.

My father is in the courtyard.
If you will follow me, please.

- Love.
- Touché.

Ah, Monsieur Maverick. Welcome.

- I am Raoul Gireaux.
- How do you do?

Permit me to introduce my
fencing master, Herr Ziegler.

A pleasure, sir.

And now with your permission, I excuse
myself. I see you have business to discuss.

Au revoir.

- Monsieur, please.
- Thank you.

Well, Monsieur Maverick, we are pleased
that our small attempt at intrigue...

- has aroused your curiosity.
- It has.

Especially since you seem to
be amateurs at this sort of thing.

Amateurs? But why?

Well, you sent me the larger
half of the thousand dollar bill.

- Como?
- The negotiable half.

You mean it would not have been
necessary for you to have this?

I could have taken what
I had to the bank and

they would have given
me a brand-new bill.

You see why we need him,
René? We are no talent for intrigue.

It was little more than a device, monsieur,
to persuade you to accept the money.

When it comes to accepting
money, I need very little persuasion.

Then you will permit us
to make the exchange.

New money for old.

- René.
- With pleasure.

Thanks.

Uh, you're going to an awful
lot of trouble to obligate me.

If that's the idea, you should
have stated your proposition first.

There's no big issue, monsieur.
That much is yours in any case.

- There's more?
- Five times again as much.

What do I have to do?

To bring this man
to justice, monsieur.

Well, I am making a habit to stay
as far away from justice as I can.

Are you sure there
hasn't been some mistake?

There's no mistake.

We have a mutual friend,
Monsieur Carpentier.

He advised us on
your qualifications.

My qualifications?

A man of imagination,
but realistic.

A man of personal
freedom, but responsible.

And most important, a man of
expensive tastes, but bankrupt.

That is why we want you.

Why do you want him?

He's wanted for the
murder of my younger son.

The printing date on this
poster is almost a year ago.

Why do you think I can
find him if the law hasn't?

But the law has found him.

He's beyond our law, monsieur.
He's in Mexico, a place called Tampico.

Two weeks ago, we learned that
all efforts to extradite him have failed.

He feels quite safe.
He lives quite freely.

He even runs a large gambling
casino, La Cantina Americana.

- And you want me to bring him back?
- To persuade him to return.

And you're not particular
how I persuade him?

There must be no violence. The
man must return of his own free will.

You see, monsieur,
we're American citizens.

It is most important that we do nothing to
bring discredit upon our adopted country.

I see.

- And you're sure he killed your son?
- There's no doubt of it.

René was a witness to it.

- Why did he kill him?
- Why, monsieur?

Profit is this man's only
motive. He's notorious.

A blockade runner during
the War Between the States.

My brother, Victor, was no match
for him. He was an artist, a sculptor.

He created many
of our masterpieces.

He often worked late
into the night at the forge.

Corbett knew that we kept
a great deal of silver there...

and that Victor
preferred to work alone.

- But you were there.
- I came from a theater party.

To persuade Victor to
join us for our late supper.

As I arrived, Corbett
was escaping.

He had the silver. He
was armed with a pistol.

And Victor had been
shot through the heart.

- Do you wonder why I want this man?
- No.

And you'll pay 5000 for him if
and when he crosses the border?

One condition.

That we are advised in advance of
the time and place of his crossing.

You said I could keep
this, even if I refuse?

Yes.

In that case, how can I refuse?

Besides, I can never say no
to anything more than $100.

Au revoir, monsieur.

He's gone away

For to stay a little while

But he's comin' back

If he goes 10,000 miles

For who'd glove my hand?

And who will shoe my foot?

And who will kiss my lonely lips

When he is gone?

Look away

Look away over yonder

He's gone away

For to stay a little while

But he's coming back

If he goes 10,000 miles

Waiter, we'd like to have Señor
Corbett join us for a drink at our table.

I'm sorry, señora.

Señor Corbett does not
drink except at his own table.

You mean, he won't
drink with the customers?

Only when he asks
them to his own table.

- I'm sorry.
- Well.

- Which is Señor Corbett's table?
- That one over there, señor.

- Here over yonder
- Muchos gracias.

He's gone away for to stay

- Oh, Mr. Corbett?
- Later.

You can't see I'm
busy? Try listening.

But he's coming back

If he goes 10,000 miles

He's gone away for to stay

A little while

That was beautiful, Amy.

- Was it really all right?
- Better than we deserved.

Well, thank you.

- See you later?
- I'm a little bit tired tonight.

- Oh. Breakfast in the morning?
- All right.

- You still here?
- Still waiting.

- Why don't you try my office later?
- I don't know if it'll wait.

- How's that?
- I left the States on an impulse.

I didn't pack any money.

But I can play cards.

I can deal any game you
want any way you want it.

I wouldn't know. I'm not
a gambling man myself.

I merely run a business
here. And my staff is full.

- No room for one more American?
- Don't wave the flag. I'm no patriot.

Thanks, anyway. Oh, by the way,
you didn't ask, but my name is Maverick.

All right. Goodbye,
Mr. Maverick.

Hello.

- Looking for me?
- Why, no. No, I wasn't.

There's a coincidence.

I wasn't looking for you, either,
but we found each other anyway.

Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me.

What's your hurry?

- Don't you trust yourself?
- Implicitly.

I think your charms are
wasted on that one, eh?

I don't know. Ice melts
mighty fast in this climate.

Don't you have enough
women in your life already?

Now, Chicuelo, why
should I be selfish?

Better get back to the mill.

Pardon me.

- The man you were talking to, who is he?
- Heh, heh.

Now, don't worry. I'm
not anybody's husband.

Paul Brooks, señor.

- Dealer here?
- Oh, that is a sideline.

His real business
is, uh, the ladies.

I hadn't seen any weakness in Corbett
but anybody could see Paul's weakness.

I thought of Gireaux's
trick with the torn money.

It had gotten me into this.
Maybe it could help get me out.

Number 3. MAN 1: Number 3?

It's not possible.

Oh, no. I've never
seen anything like it.

My name's Maverick.

- You're Paul Brooks, aren't you?
- That's right.

- Do I know you?
- No, but I had your description.

- Description?
- Of course I had to make some allowances.

For example, I would have
said your eyes were brown.

- They are.
- Well, that's what I mean.

She said they were the color
of chestnut with flecks of gold.

She?

Yeah. And she made me promise
as soon as I got to Tampico...

I'd look you up the first night.
You know how women are.

Sure. Sure. Yeah. But which one?

Oh, don't tell me
you've forgotten.

She was a tall brunette about
eight weeks ago. Good looking.

Eight weeks ago. Tall.

Sure it wasn't more
like seven? Sure!

She was with a little
man with a bald head.

- Not all the time from what I gathered.
- Well, I did show her some of the sights.

Rachel. Rachel Stalker.
No, no, no. No. Stoker.

Yeah. She knew
you wouldn't forget.

- Well, well, how's Rachel?
- Oh, same as ever. Maybe more so.

- Rachel Stoker.
- Yeah.

Oh, by the way.

She wanted me to give you this.

- What is it?
- Well, she didn't say.

But she did say
to tell you that...

if you wanted the rest of the
story to come to Corpus Christi.

The rest of the story?

Pardon me, but isn't
that a half of a $500 bill?

That's just what it is.

That's all?

That's all.

- No note?
- Nope.

- Corpus Christi, huh?
- Yeah. Grand View Hotel.

You going?

I don't know.

Five hundred dollars is more than I
make around here in a couple of months.

On the other hand...

She must have wanted
to make sure you came.

She gave you the
short half of the 500.

Yeah.

Well, between you and me, Paul, I
think you can just save yourself a trip.

- You do?
- Sure.

Can't you guess
the rest of this story?

This is just her way of
getting to see you again.

You probably wouldn't even
take the other half of that 500.

That's the trouble with Rachel.

She thinks her money
can buy her anything.

- She does, huh?
- Yeah.

- Well, nice to see you, Paul.
- Likewise.

Morning.

I'm out looking for an
American-style breakfast.

I smell ham and eggs.

Know something, I was
trying to think of your name.

Well, maybe I can help
you. It's Maverick. Why?

Well, last night I said I
didn't have an opening

and this morning,
one of my dealers quit.

- Maybe it was meant to be.
- Yeah, maybe it was.

Paid him 25 a week
American. Do you want it?

Sure.

You have it. Sit down.

Carlos, set another place.
Bring some more coffee.

Oh, um, Amy, Mr. Maverick.
Ms. Amy Lawrence.

- How do you do, Ms. Lawrence?
- Mr. Maverick.

You do have a first name?

- Bret.
- That's better.

I enjoyed your singing
last night, Ms. Lawrence.

Well, thank you.

Had a feeling I had heard
you before. St. Louis?

I imagine a man like
you knows better...

than to ask careless questions
in a place like Tampico.

Why not? I was expecting
a careless answer.

You know, they have a
saying down here I like:

Mañana.

I think tomorrow is a much
nicer word than yesterday.

- Even in English.
- Yes, I suppose it is.

We were made for us, it seems

When I smile, he fairly beams

We share all our
hopes and dreams

My own true love and I

He's the sweetest in the land

And he thinks that I am grand

Come what may, we understand

My own true love and I

When two hearts are one

Must be a reason why

He's my loving man

Well, how's it going
with your first night?

I'm learning.

Might learn more by keeping
your eyes on your own table.

I don't know. Yours
is pretty educational.

How do you split with your
lucky friend across the table?

- That's important to you?
- Not urgent.

- Down the middle.
- Seems fair.

It's not like I'm the only
one. All the boys do it.

- We cover for each other.
- Yeah.

- Who covers for Corbett?
- We don't take enough for him to feel it.

A little off the top.

- You want some?
- No, thanks.

No, when I'm playing cards with somebody
else's money, I treat it just like my own.

Believe me, nothing is
treated more tenderly than that.

Suit yourself, friend.

But if you're thinking of changing things
around here, start by changing your mind.

You know, a man could
get lost in this town.

I mean, lost where
he wouldn't be found.

We wouldn't want that
to happen, would we?

Excuse me. I guess I
should have knocked.

No, no, no. That's quite all right.
After all, these are business hours.

- I'm sorry, Amy.
- Are you?

I don't like to be clumsy.
I've embarrassed you.

No, Mr. Maverick
startled me. That's all.

I wouldn't want him to
get the wrong impression.

Excuse me.

Well, shall I go out and come in
again, or shall I just go out and stay out?

Forget it. What do you want?

Well, I wanna quit.

- To quit?
- I've changed my mind.

I don't want to be
a dealer after all.

- Another impulse?
- Sort of.

I'll never understand gamblers.

Maybe not, but you better get
somebody who does to run your games.

- You?
- Yep.

Now, look, this is your first
night. You want a raise already?

No. A percentage.

- A percentage?
- Say, 10 percent.

- Of what?
- You tell me.

You must have an idea of
what your average take is.

Average. Yes.

Changes every night, but it evens
out over the week, give or take $100.

And if your average went up,
say, $500 a week, you'd know it?

I'd know it.

That's what I want my 10 percent of, the
extra profits after I start running games.

- Get out!
- Now, what did I say?

Now, look, I don't claim to be
incorruptible but I run a straight house...

and I settle for a
straight percentage.

I don't need a tin horn to tell me I
can make more by rigging games.

That's not what I had in mind.

Where are all these
extra profits coming from?

Better management. Smoother
operation. A penny saved is a penny earned.

Are you telling me that my
dealers are cheating the house?

Well, it's much more
complicated than that.

And if I told you everything,
you wouldn't need me.

Let me get this straight.

All you want is 10 percent of
what you save me and no salary.

You're ahead $25
a week right there.

All right. What
have I got to lose?

You're off salary as of now.

Give me another hour
to look over the place

and then break the bad
news to your dealers.

All right, Bret. They've been
told. What's your first move?

To clean house.

All right. Pick up your
winnings. You're all finished.

Who? Me? What's the idea?

I don't think you really
want an explanation.

Take the money you've
got and say good night.

So that's how it is? Man
can't win around here.

You've been doing fine.

Well, I'm not gonna
sit here and be insulted.

Don't come back or you will be.

Hold the bets here. Good
night, sir. It's been fun.

Now, just a moment. I'm a steady
customer. You can't do this to me.

How about it, Sam?
Can I or can't I?

Do like the man says,
mister. He's calling the play.

- All right. But you'll pay for this.
- We already have.

Seventeen. Black and odd.

Here you are. Quit
while you're ahead.

- How's that again?
- I think you heard me. Quit.

- All right, I'm out.
- Stay that way.

Don't say it. I'm on my way.

You're doing fine. I'll clean out
the thieves on my side of the table.

Why bother? You
won't find any better.

Most dealers will cheat if
you let them. You let them.

Well, counts out the
same the second time.

$2600 over and above
our normal profit...

for the past seven days.

Maybe you should have
put our deal in writing.

- What for?
- True.

- Ten percent, $260, right?
- Right.

You know, I was gonna
pay you $25 a week.

You do better than
that by the night.

Not bad.

How about yourself? Think
you made a good deal?

I know I have.

Now, now, wait a minute.

Hey!

Yo!

Corbett!

So you had to see it done.
That wasn't very smart.

Wait a minute. You don't
think I had anything...

Shut up! And get out of town.

If I see you again, I'll kill
you. Do you understand?

Sure, boss. Sure. I
wouldn't give you no cause.

All right. Now, get going.

And walk, Sam. Don't run. It makes
me nervous to see people running.

Hey, Steve. Steve!

It's all right, just
got kind of dizzy.

You've lost a lot of
blood. I'll get some help.

No. I wouldn't want
this to get around.

The local police and I have a deal. I don't
bother them, and they don't bother me.

You're kind of cut up yourself.

Don't talk about it.
I'm trying not to notice.

Let's get back to the cantina
before we paint the whole town red.

You just happen to hang
around dark alleys, or what?

Carlos has big ears.

Saw the boys are unhappy
with your percentage.

I got to worrying.

Good for snake bite.

- Private stock.
- Thanks.

By the way, did I thank
you for saving my life?

Forget it.

It can't be worth much or you
wouldn't waste it here in Tampico.

- Is that how you feel? About yourself.
- Let's not talk about me, huh?

- Let's not talk about you, either.
- Fair enough.

Let's talk about this
art collection of yours.

Oh, that.

It's a front. It's for tourists.

No. The cantina, that's
for tourists. This is for you.

You've got America plastered all
over these walls like a kid with a crush.

All right. What about it?

Well, if you miss it so
much why don't you go back?

- You mean you haven't heard?
- The usual rumors.

They're all true.

I can't go back. I'm wanted
in the States for a murder.

I see.

Oh, it's no secret. They've
even tried to extradite me.

Tourists don't seem to mind,
though. They like the idea.

Saloon keeper with a past. Can't go
home again because he killed a man.

Gives a place a
nice touch of color.

- The extradition, has that been stopped?
- Yeah. I've made some friends.

I can live down here.

But if I ever crossed
that border, I'd be

hanged. Sometimes
I think it'll be worth it.

I'm sorry.

That's why I run this
place. Fill it with Americans.

They bring some of that with
them. You do too. Even more.

And Amy, she's all of it.

They all go back sooner
or later, Steve. Even Amy.

Not her. I'm gonna
keep her here.

- How?
- I'm gonna marry her.

The man you killed, who was he?

- Did I say I killed a man?
- You mean you didn't do it?

Doesn't make any difference.
They'd hang me anyway.

Well, it still makes
a difference.

Does it?

All right. I didn't.

What did happen?

Oh, there was this French family in New
Orleans. One of the two sons was killed.

I think the brother did
it, but I can't be sure.

Anyway, he's the one who
accused me. So it makes sense.

- How'd he make it stick?
- That's easy.

I'm not too popular
in those parts.

I ran the blockade
during the war.

I caught three Yankee bullets...

but still some Southerners don't
cotton to the idea that I got paid for it.

This family has
a lot of influence.

So if the brother says
he saw me do it, I did it.

I didn't argue the point. I
ducked across the border.

I guess it made it worse.

But it's not too late. You
can still clear yourself.

Without going back?
I've thought of every way.

No. I can stay down here and
stay alive or I can go back and...

Well, anyway, I can't go back.

Steve, I've got $700.

Is my credit good for 300 more?

Help yourself.

- Don't you wanna know why I need it?
- It's your business.

Yeah.

You see, I owe $1000
to a man in the States.

Looks like I'll be
staying here a while.

I'd feel better if I didn't have
that hanging over my head.

Take it.

- No collateral?
- I've got that.

You're staying. That's enough.

After I sent the $1000 back
to Gireaux, I slept better.

I was off the hook and so was Corbett.
Except, of course, for Amy Lawrence.

- Amy. What is it?
- Nothing. I'm all right, Steve.

But you're not. I
can see you're not.

Somebody out there
say or do something?

No, no. Please, Steve. Just
let me stay her for a minute.

- Who was he, Amy?
- Who? What do you mean?

Look, you're among friends.

You took one look at him and
you jumped in here like a jackrabbit.

- Is that someone you...
- Tell us, Amy!

I told you. It was nothing.

Where is he, Bret?

- He's the fat man at Table 5.
- Please, Steve!

- You have business here, mister?
- Eh? Wha...?

Well, yeah. Eating
business, ha-ha-ha.

I'm libel to risk a couple of
dollars in there a little later on.

- Comes off the expense account, you know.
- What firm are you with?

Dollar Furniture. All the
way from Cedar Rapids.

That's me there. Fred Fowler.

- Who are you?
- My name's Corbett. I'm the owner.

- Well, glad to know you. Join me.
- Some other time.

Oh, I'm sorry. I
couldn't do that.

See I gotta catch the boat
in a couple hours for home.

Well, say hello to Cedar Rapids.
Carlos, no check for this table.

- Well, thank you, sir. Thank you.
- My pleasure.

He seems harmless enough.
What's it all about, Amy?

Please, Steve. I thought
we didn't need explanations.

- Not between us.
- All right.

It's just someone you don't
wanna see. Good enough.

- Right, Bret?
- Right.

I'd better watch the casino.

- Amy, do you trust me?
- You know I do, Steve.

I'm not asking for explanations.

But I want you to know that you're
safe as long as you stay with me.

I know that.

Don't you see I can't
do that? Not forever.

- You can't? But I thought...
- I thought so too.

I thought we could be like a couple of
castaways needing nothing or nobody else.

But it just doesn't
work that way.

That man out there.
You were right.

He's harmless in himself.
Someone I knew quite casually.

But he's still a part of what
I thought I put behind me.

There's no real escape. Not
to Tampico, not to anywhere.

Wherever you go,
you take yourself along.

- I've got to go back.
- Go back?

- Where, Amy? To what?
- I never told you about myself. Have I?

Well, I'm not going to start.

Why spoil it?

I said I trust you. Trust me.

- I have a reason.
- But you're in some kind of trouble.

I don't care what. I wanna
help take care of you.

- You've got to let me.
- I have to do this for myself.

When it's done, you'd come back?

No.

I'm sorry, Steve.

And I can't help you because
I'm stuck here. Is that it?

I'm no good to you
because I can't go back.

Don't say that. I know
why you can't go back.

Won't you understand?
I can't stay here.

- Nothing changes that.
- I could change it if I had to.

- If you needed me.
- Don't say that.

- You know what they'd do to you.
- Not necessarily.

I've become pretty
good at ducking.

And if it means staying here just to
stay alive without you, it isn't worth it.

I mean that much to you?

Amy, I asked you to marry me.

All right, Steve.
I'll stay. I'll stay.

Señor Bret! Señor Bret!

He will not listen to me. You
must talk to him. You must stop him.

Going somewhere?

"This isn't the easy
way. It's the only way.

Don't try to follow me.
Try to forget me. Amy."

- What's it about?
- I thought I talked her out of it.

This morning she caught
a boat for Corpus Christi.

Why?

She's in trouble.
That's all I have to know.

- You're going after her?
- I've got to.

- But you can't!
- It doesn't matter now.

- Steve, think.
- I have thought. She needs me.

Are you sure you're not doing
what she wants you to do?

What are you talking about?

You could be throwing you life
away by chasing after a woman...

- you don't know the first thing about.
- Shut up! I know Amy.

Oh, you're a good judge
of character, are you?

Now, what do you know
about me, for example?

You?

Do you know what brought me down here
in the first place? $1000 paid in advance.

And 5000 waiting for me if and
when I got you to cross that border.

Paid by Raoul Gireaux.

But I couldn't go
through with it.

You know the money I borrowed? It was to
send back to Gireaux to call off the deal.

I see. Thanks for that anyway.

Don't you understand? Amy's
managed to do what I couldn't.

Not for the same reason.

Maybe not, but one way or
another, you're walking into a trap.

Now, if she's really
in trouble, let me go.

Looks like you're not much
good at running errands.

Thanks, there are certain
things a man has to do for himself.

- But if she was sent here?
- That doesn't make any sense.

Gireaux wouldn't send two
people to do the same job.

I don't know about that.

I appreciate you telling
me. It means a lot.

And for your
sake, I'll be careful.

I'll get off the boat on the Mexican
side and slip across the border quiet.

- And go straight to her.
- If I can find her.

Now, Bret, don't worry. I
can take care of myself.

You're in charge
here until I get back.

You get any messages from
a James Stevens, that'll be me.

- I'm going with you.
- No, you're not.

I'll say this much for Gireaux, he
picked a good man for the job. Too good.

Hey, Señor Paul.

Welcome back, Señor Paul.
The señoritas have missed you.

I'll catch up with them later, Chicuelo.
Right now I gotta talk to the boss.

But he's been gone for three days.
Señor Maverick is in charge now.

- Maverick?
- Right in there, sí.

Now, wait a minute. Before
you do something I'll regret...

here's the other
half of the 500.

That's it.

- All right.
- Now, really...

have you ever been paid
better for just taking a short trip?

Come to think of it, I
guess not. But why?

Well, simple. I needed your job.

Uh-huh.

And you run it up into
a pretty good thing too.

- Could I have it back now?
- It's yours.

I like the way you do business.

You know, matter of
fact, the trip wasn't wasted.

I never found Rachel, of course,
but I found something just as good.

- Blond. Blue-eyed.
- I knew you would.

Hey, something funny.
I saw that singer too.

You know, the stuck-up
one, used to work here.

- Amy Lawrence?
- That's her. In Corpus Christi.

She didn't see me.

See I was getting on one boat
and she was getting off another.

Do you remember how
she had the boss thinking...

that he was the only
man in her life? He isn't.

There was this big Frenchman
waiting for her at the dock.

- A Frenchman?
- Yeah. Tall, good-looking.

- Dueling scar on his cheek?
- You know him.

Yeah. On second thought
you can't have your old job back.

This canteen is
closed till further notice.

Huh?

- You have a James Stevens registered here?
- Yes, we do.

Oh, good. I'd about given
him up. I checked every hotel.

Well, that's too bad. You
missed him by about 20 minutes.

- Where'd he go? Do you know?
- Yes, but I'm afraid I can't tell you.

Oh.

Well, he's been looking
for a young lady for

several days, and
tonight I think he found her.

I'm not sure you understand, but
when he left, he was in a great hurry.

And he asked the way to
Number 4 Cherring Road.

Hello, I'm looking for... Amy.

- Steve, you shouldn't have come here.
- I had to. You know that.

All right, up here quickly.

No, wait. In here.

All right, you wanna tell
me what's it all about?

Steve, you took a terrible chance
coming here. A foolish chance.

We were afraid you wouldn't.

When you didn't
get off of any of the

boats, we thought you
hadn't taken the bait.

- Father?
- I don't understand.

Well, I'll make it easy for you.

The man you killed, Victor
Gireaux, he was my husband.

Everything you said to me...

- let me believe...
- You believe what you wanted to believe.

Maverick tried to warn me.

- Gireaux sent him too.
- He didn't send me. It was my idea.

You thought I wanted
you? Well, I did.

I wanted you dead.

- You hated me that much.
- I still do.

- So he did come after all.
- Congratulations.

The police know?

They'll be here. Phillip's
gone to get them.

Before they arrive, Monsieur
Corbett, I want to ask you one thing.

Uh, please...

was it only for the silver, only for
the money, that you kill my son?

- You expect me to answer that?
- No.

Give me the gun, Amy. There
is a pistol in my room. Get it.

It will be better to have
two guns on this one.

- I ought to kill you both.
- Go ahead. That's your way.

No. It isn't as easy for
me as it was for you.

What I felt for you, that was
real. Maybe it still is. I don't know.

But I'm getting out.
Back across that border.

So I'll answer your
question now, Mr. Gireaux.

Yes. It was only for the money.

I could have taken it
without killing your son.

But he tried to stop
me. Think about that.

Bret.

- Bret, stop him.
- Hold it, Steve.

Maverick, don't let him get away.
He has just admitted to kill my son.

If you don't
believe it, ask him.

You should have
stayed out of this.

- Is she telling the truth?
- Yes. This time.

I gotta get out of here.
You coming with me?

No. And you're not going either.

- You'd try to stop me?
- I'd try.

Bret, there's only one way
out, and it's down these stairs.

I haven't got much time.
They've already sent for the police.

You're staying here, Steve.

I saved your life once.

- I'm not gonna have to kill you, am I?
- Maybe.

- Let me go, Bret.
- Can't.

Get out of my way.

I didn't wanna die
in Mexico anyway.