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I couldn't find a trace of her..

Except for a hat.

They were right. This is a death ship.

Nonsense. It was an accident.

Well, that's too bad, but one less person to split with

when we collect the 20,000.

You shut up.

What are you getting so holy about?

A woman just drowned.

For all we know, you may have pushed her under.

She may not be the last one to go, Maverick.

A Warner Bros. Television Production.

Toward the end of the summer I had pretty well exhausted

the possibilities of the poker tables at Kansas City.

And they had exhausted me.

They had exhausted me to the point

where I was traveling to St. Louis

with all my worldly possessions

in the shape of a $1000 bill pinned inside my coat.

'Oh, help.'

'Help me.'

'Help.'

Help me. Help.

Ah!

Ah!

You alright?

Of course, I'm not alright.

But it takes more than that to kill off a MacKenzie.

Oh, man, you saved me from a dire predicament.

It didn't look like you were being rewarded for civic virtue.

- Who tied you up? - I don't know their names.

They were three miserable highwaymen they were.

They must've seen my wallet when I took it out

to buy myself a drink in St. Louis.

They took all my money, they did, aye.

Ah, well. What's done is done.

It was a broad stroke of luck that brought you along, laddie.

I'm deeply grateful to you, Mr..

Maverick. Bret Maverick.

Well, I'm glad I could be of service, Mr..

- Did you say MacKenzie? - Aye.

Gillespie MacKenzie. A proud name, lad.

And I owe you more than thanks for saving my life.

Ah, forget it.

'I feel I owe you something more tangible than bonny words'

for what you just did for me just now.

Now, then, lad.

Cast your eyes over that.

It looks like a deed to a boat.

- The Cynthia B.? - Aye, that it is.

And what a boat.

I want you to have it, lad.

I couldn't think of it, Mr. MacKenzie.

Oh, you should see her, lad

with the great white paddle wheels, throwing spray

and plowing down the Mississippi like a royal queen.

And the fine ladies and gentlemen

'promenading up and down her deck.'

Oh, I can't let you give me this.

Well, uh, I was not thinking of giving her to you exactly.

- You want me to buy the boat? - For a token payment only.

Uh, the Cynthia B. Is easily worth $40,000.

- And, uh, I'd ask you for... - Uh-uh.

Uh, a thousand?

'You understand, Mr. Maverick, that I'm a man of means'

only, uh, my means happen to be a great distance from me

at the moment because those rogues took every penny I had

and the only reason that I'd accept a token of a $1000

from you, just, uh, traveling expenses to and from the bank.

Otherwise, the Cynthia B. Would be a gift from me to you

'pure and simple.'

You keep your boat, sport, and I'll keep my $1000.

That way everything will be kept pure and simple.

You're probably right

but it takes a gambling man to appreciate my proposition.

I must be daffy to think of straddling you

with all that responsibility.

All the money rolling in every night

and, uh, those lovely lassies to be keeping an eye on.

Uh, what lassies?

Oh, the pretty lassies that help out

at the gambling salon, of course.

The, uh, gambling salon?

Oh, did I not mention it?

Why, the Cynthia B. is a regular floating poker palace.

Uh, Mr. MacKenzie, tell me more.

You'd no be interested, lad.

'You're not a gambling man.'

Now, wait a minute.

Just wait a minute.

Did you say this boat was worth $40,000?

Aye, you can get that amount of money, I think, on market.

And then, if you wanted to, uh, well, operate on the river

'you'd have the profits from the gaming tables'

'and you could also carry freight'

and you'd get some money from there.

I could not possibly estimate the entire profits.

'Tis a pity. You're a canny lad.

Now, let's not be too hasty.

Hey, sonny, is this the Thomas and Meacham dock?

Yep.

Well, I imagine they have more than one dock, huh?

Nope.

Well, can you tell me where they keep the great big

white paddle wheeler called the Cynthia B.?

Right in front of you, mister.

Ain't white though.

Ain't big neither.

Doggone, sure is easy to pull in suckers around here.

Sure is.

- 'No, no, no, no, please.' - 'What do you propose to do?'

- 'Let people know we're fools?' - 'There's nothing we can do.'

'We take our licking like men, stop crying.'

'Dear, dear, dear! I can't stand this vulgar shouting.'

- What do you want? - Uh, my name is Maverick.

You know that old boat you got down at your dock?

The Cynthia B.?

Well, I bought it.

Oh, no.

- Yet another one. - What are you talkin' about?

This is Mr. Maverick.

Another one of MacKenzie's victims.

So, Mr. Maverick, you too were taken in by the canny MacKenzie.

How much did he nick you for?

What are you talkin' about?

How much did you pay for the Cynthia B.?

A thousand.

You're lucky, sir.

When MacKenzie sold it to me on Monday, it cost me 2000.

Incidentally, I'm Quincy T. Smith.

How do you do?

Mrs. Ambrose Tutwiller, on Tuesday

'paid MacKenzie a thousand.'

'Rutherford Carr on Wednesday forked over 750.'

'Montgomery Teague here got nicked Thursday for 1800.'

And Jefferson Cantrell, Friday, parted with 1500.

That just about rounds out the week.

I got mine on Saturday.

Today is Monday. Let's hope MacKenzie observed the Sabbath.

I think I'm beginning to get the picture.

MacKenzie was an expert forger.

Oh, he owned the Cynthia B. alright.

That's how he got the original papers to forge his titles.

Well, what do we do now?

Cut cards to see who gets the old scow.

Hardly.

However, Mr. Maverick

you're just in time to hear my proposition.

I may be a sentimental, impractical sort of fellow

but I'm going to give each of you $300 right now

for your share in the Cynthia B.

Now, just a minute.

Why, that's splendid.

It's a loss, but at least it's something.

I'm for it.

Well, now, hold on, Smith.

Why would you be willing to put $1500 on top of the 2000

you've already paid MacKenzie?

- That's what I'm trying to... - A gamble. Pure and simple.

I thought I might take a chance, fix up the Cynthia B.

And sell her for a profit.

Yes, indeed. I certainly want no more part of this boat business.

Well, I say no. You're not making sense, Smith.

I'm just a businessman.

Three hundred is my top offer. Take it or leave it.

Mr. Smith, I read the "Memphis Journal" too.

I might have known it.

Alright, I was only trying to do a little business.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

I don't know what's going on here, but I don't like it.

Not one bit. Now, you start talkin' and talk straight.

Alright, what does it say?

"Abner Morton, Memphis shipping magnate

"is ending his search for the old Mississippi stern-wheeler

'"the Orleans Princess.'

"He set next Thursday noon for expiration of his offer

of... $20,000 for the vessel delivered to his dock."

Well, what's that got to do with us, Smith?

Do you think you can pass off the Cynthia B.

As the Orleans Princess?

We don't have to. She is the Orleans Princess.

- Right? - That's correct.

The name was changed several years ago.

Well, then, all we have to do is get the Cynthia to Memphis

by Thursday noon?

It's got fuel enough on board.

We have to hire a couple of stokers and a river pilot.

You get the stokers, Smith, and tend to your engines.

I'll pilot. I've got a license.

Well, all this is very fine, gentlemen

but why would Mr. Morton be willing to pay $20,000

for the Cynthia B.?

Listen to this.

"Morton, the original designer of the Princess

"wants to rebuild it for river racing.

"According to Morton her hull was designed for this purpose

although she was never fitted with proper engines."

Well, let's get going.

- Is there anything more to... - Oh, nothing of any imp...

Well, this makes kind of interesting reading.

"The Orleans Princess will be remembered by the old timers

"on the river..

As the death ship."

The death ship.

"All of the first six owners of the Orleans Princess died

under mysterious circumstances while aboard."

Oh, my.

All of us are owners.

It is probably just an old wives' tale.

'Bret?'

Why, Bret Maverick.

Modesty Blaine.

You out on parole?

Now, don't be stuffy, darlin'.

I may have taken advantage of you once or twice.

That doesn't mean I don't like ya.

Now, where can we have a nice long talk?

I think right here would be just fine.

You better be nice to me, Bret.

Because I can set you up in a perfectly wonderful job.

What kind of a job?

The kind you've always dreamed about.

A poker player.

Right where the pickings are the choicest and the easiest.

On a great, big, white, fancy Mississippi riverboat.

Mm-hmm. Sunday.

What do you mean, "Mm-hmm. Sunday?"

Well, isn't that when you bought your great white boat

from a Scotsman named MacKenzie?

Why, Bret. You're a mind reader.

Well, since you know so much about it

you can help me get a crew together.

Now, I'll need a captain and a chef and a steward.

Modesty.

- And a porter and a... - Modesty.

What is it, Bret darlin'?

I have news for you.

$20,000, hmm?

That's not very much money split seven ways.

Be thankful there are only seven days in a week.

Anyway, it's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.

Well, I'd like to poke Mr. MacKenzie in the eye

'with a very sharp stick.'

What happened?

Just might have been an accident.

I have a peculiar feeling it wasn't.

Ah, this is Mrs. Maverick, I presume?

I should say not.

I couldn't afford to keep her in bail mon..

I couldn't afford to keep her in silks and satins.

No, I'm afraid she's another one of Mr. MacKenzie's victims.

- Meet Miss Modesty Blaine. - Oh.

I hope she understands this is no pleasure trip.

I don't like the idea of women aboard, it brings bad luck.

Why, Mr. Carr, we already have one lovely lady aboard.

'I'm sure another won't make any difference.'

Thank you.

Well, we should have enough steam pressure up by now.

What do you say we move out, Cantrell?

Sooner the better.

Quarter speed ahead.

Hey, let's have another one.

Why, you never needed a whistle before.

The death ship.

Come, my dear, I'll show you where your cabin is.

Then, we can go unpack the baskets of food

and plan the cooking.

Modesty... cook?

We may never reach Memphis.

Well, gentlemen, it's hot in that engine room.

We just came up for a breath of air.

Meet my two stokers, Jim and Gus.

I better go up to the wheelhouse

and learn something about steering the tub from Cantrell.

Somebody's gotta relieve him now and again.

I'll come with you.

Wait for me.

We'll have to arrange some sort of work schedule for you two.

I'll see you about in a few minutes.

You may have noticed that some people on this boat

aren't exactly friendly.

I won't expect Valentines from 'em.

Don't tell the women this, but something funny just happened.

Funny peculiar or funny ha ha ha?

I found the safety valve on the boiler tied down.

In a very obvious way, almost as though it was

supposed to be found before any damage was done.

Now, what do you make of that?

Someone trying to scare us off?

So there'll be less people sharing the 20,000?

I was just thinking that myself.

Keep your eyes open, Maverick.

I've got a good eye for that sort of thing.

- Spotting trouble? - Avoiding it.

Well, I better get back to the engines.

Got as much steam pressure up in that old boiler as I dare

but I think it'll hold together.

You think it'll hold together? What happens if it doesn't?

Quite a lot of things..

All at once.

I absolutely refuse to take the blame

for the quality of this dinner.

That old stove, this old Chinaware and the spooky room.

It's enough to take anyone's appetite away.

Why, Mrs. Tutwiller, this is a far better dinner than any

I've had in some of the establishments I've been in.

Why, Mr. Maverick, you're such a gentleman.

You're so, uh, you're so proper.

I just know we womenfolk have nothing to fear

when men of culture like yourself

are around to protect us.

Oh, I concur completely with Maverick, madam.

- An excellent meal indeed. - 'Delicious.'

Oh, this boat gives me the creeps.

The legend about its being a death ship.

Probably just an old wives' tale.

Tell me, Cantrell

who do you have up in the wheelhouse minding the store?

Carr's at the wheel.

You thinkin' of takin' charge, are ya?

Why, I wouldn't think of it... shipmate.

Please, please, please, gentlemen.

This horrible boat has everyone's nerves on edge.

I'll just bet nobody expected desert, did ya?

She made it all by herself. She calls it apple surprise.

No wonder they call this a death ship.

Mr. Maverick, you should be ashamed of yourself

and she worked so hard too.

Believe me. I didn't even know she knew how to cry.

If you'll excuse me, Mrs. Tutwiller.

Gentlemen.

- Modesty... - Oh, get away from me.

Please, Modesty. How was I to know?

Well, I've seen you tell off circuit judges.

Handle some pretty angry sheriffs.

Never so much as a tear. I just don't get it.

Oh, you wouldn't understand.

Understand what?

That I'm a woman.

Oh, I understand that alright.

And a beautiful one too.

Oh, Bret.

Do you really mean that?

You know I do, Modesty.

Well, that was for your remark about my cooking.

And this is for your remark about my being beautiful.

Ooh, my, it's pleasant to get away

from that horrible dining salon.

Oh, it's a such a beautiful night out.

I see you've forgiven Mr. Maverick

for his ill-time remarks, Modesty.

She's all heart, ma'am.

I know how people are on a night like this.

They have many things to say to each other

so I'll just continue my stroll.

Goodnight, ma'am.

I'll help you with the dishes in a little while.

By the way, Mr. Maverick.

You forgot your apple surprise, so I set it aside for you.

I'll savor every morsel.

- Bret. - Hmm.

When we get to Memphis and sell the Cynthia B.

To Mr. Morton for $20,000

that should give each of the owners about $3000 a piece.

About.

Well, if there were just one title holder to the Cynthia B.

Well, I mean if all the others lost their papers

then whoever held the remaining title paper

would get the whole 20,000.

And just what are you cooking up..

Dreaming up?

I was just thinking.

Now, if Teague and Carr and Cantrell and all the rest

were to lose their papers

that would leave just the two of us

to split the whole $20,000.

No.

- Bret. - I said no.

But it'd be so easy.

I know where all of them keep their papers.

Mrs. Tutwiller keeps hers in a handbag.

Carr and Cantrell in their suitcase.

Smith, Teague and you keep yours in an inside coat pocket.

Just to keep things balanced..

Where do you keep yours?

Right here.

Tucked to my garter.

It's Mrs. Tutwiller.

What's going on down there?

Man overboard. Stop the boat.

It's Mrs. Tutwiller.

Stop. Full speed astern.

Stop the boat.

Get a rope.

- What's the matter? - Can't see either one of them.

Could be they both got lost under the paddle wheel.

Look!

I couldn't find a trace of her..

Except for a hat.

They were right. This is a death ship.

Nonsense. It was an accident.

Well, that's too bad.

But one less person to split with when we collect the 20,000.

You shut up.

What are you getting so holy about?

A woman just drowned.

For all we know you may have pushed her under.

She may not be the last one to go, Maverick.

Alright, boys, let's get back to those excuses for engines.

Cantrell, take her away.

That was a harrowing experience.

I don't feel well at all. I think I'll turn in.

I think I'll go to bed too, Bret.

You better get some dry clothes on before you catch your death.

Please, Modesty, watch your choice of words.

The next two days were fine.

It was the nights that got onto everyone's nerves

when anything horrible could happen.

- Oh, Bret, you frightened me. - I ought to do more than that.

Oh, Bret, please, don't be angry with me.

I heard a noise in my room and it worried me.

So I... I came here lookin' for ya.

Where did you expect to find me?

In my coat pocket?

- You don't believe me. - Not a word.

You shouldn't be roamin' around this boat alone at night anyway.

Have you forgotten what happened with the barrel on the dock?

And Mrs. Tutwiller?

Now, go on.

And if anyone reports a theft in the morning

I'm gonna search you personally.

Oh!

Modesty, how many times do I... unh!

Unh!

Modesty?

Modesty.

Modesty?

You alright?

- Why shouldn't I be? - Modesty, I was just...

You didn't shove me that hard. Get out of here, Bret Maverick.

Get mad later. Someone just tried to kill me.

What?

What's all the ruckus?

This is insufferable.

I need my sleep.

I caught someone prowlin' my room.

Tried to knife me.

Who was he?

I don't know. It was too dark to see.

It was a man. Fully clothed. So it couldn't have been you.

I'm not a criminal, Mr. Maverick.

How come you're dressed, Smith?

Take your sights off me.

I just left the engine room to turn in.

'Jim and Gus were with me.'

We can all vouch for each other.

Why would anyone want to kill you?

'Cause I caught him goin' through my coat.

He was after my wallet or more likely

my copy of the title paper for the Cynthia B.

What good would the papers be to him?

Anybody that tried to claim two shares...

He wouldn't claim two shares.

He'd just destroy my copy of the paper.

That'd leave one less person to share with.

No one could prove a thing.

Then, whichever one of us it is

might not stop at trying to steal just one paper.

- My! - Where's Carr?

I don't know.

Might be up in the wheelhouse with Cantrell.

Or likely in his cabin.

Maybe it was him that tried to kill you.

Remember how he threatened you the other night.

Oh, that's right. He did.

Carr.

Carr.

He's dead... stabbed.

Teague, take Modesty out of here.

Oh, oh!

'Oh!'

Take who out where, Bret?

We'll have to report all this to the authorities in Memphis.

Nothin' more we can do.

Well, there's somethin' more I can do.

What?

Keep from gettin' killed myself.

Well, there are only five of us left.

Do we still believe that Mrs. Tutwiller

really fell overboard accidentally?

Her title paper was in the beaded bag

that went down with her.

I tell you all this is a death ship.

We better go up to the wheelhouse and warn Cantrell.

- Not yet. - Why not?

Let's just keep him out until we have a chance

to talk it over for ourselves. Modesty, you better get dressed.

We'll meet in the dining salon.

I better get dressed too.

Smith, would you, would you come with me to my cabin?

Uh, Teague, are you sure Smith isn't the killer?

That wasn't funny.

No offense. You're not entirely in the clear.

Neither are you.

Well, I'm... I'm here, Mr. Maverick.

Hey, what's goin' on?

Not two minutes ago, you had your nightshirt on.

Well, I'm a fast dresser, Mr. Maverick.

You're not that fast.

What do you mean?

The man who tried to knife me was fully dressed.

You had your nightshirt on over those clothes.

Well, I was cold.

Alright, Maverick, you asked for this powwow.

What's on your mind?

Mr. Maverick has made an outrageous charge.

I just heard it.

Come to think of it, Maverick.

How can the rest of us be sure somebody really did attack you?

You could have faked the whole thing.

Put it bluntly, you strike me as a shifty character.

Shiftless maybe, but not shifty.

Oh, please, Modesty, I didn't know you cared.

But for the minute, let's assume that

all of us here are innocent.

Who does that leave?

The two stokers, Jim and Gus.

Impossible. They were never told about the title papers.

Besides, they were both in the engine room with me

when Carr was killed.

- That leaves only Cantrell. - Right.

Are you asking me to believe that this boat steered itself

while Cantrell went below, killed Carr and attacked you?

The river's wide along here, Smith.

Cantrell could've latched the wheel

and left for as long as 10 minutes.

I guess he could've done that.

Yes, and from the wheelhouse he could've seen Mrs. Tutwiller

on the deck below all by herself.

He could've gone down, pushed her over

and gotten back before Maverick could reach the stern.

I never liked that Cantrell.

He's even more shifty than Maverick here.

Well, now, I've still got my eye on you as a suspect, Teague.

It could be Cantrell. He's strange and he's mean.

- But we can't prove a thing. - You're right.

So why make trouble?

We'll just sit here together all night

till we dock at Memphis in the morning.

Bret, aren't you supposed to take the wheel at two bells?

Yes, it's past that now.

'And if I know Cantrell, he'll be fuming.'

You're not really going up to that wheelhouse, are you?

As my pappy used to say

"A man does what he has to do if he can't get out of it."

"A coward dies a thousand deaths

the hero dies but one."

I prefer the coward's way. The odds are much better.

What's the matter? Jim and I knew the boat was in trouble.

We didn't stop the engines until we heard from the bridge.

You did right. We came a little too close to the riverbank.

You can go back to the engine.

Go on.

Where do you suppose Cantrell went to?

That's kind of obvious, isn't it?

You mean he's the killer for sure?

Why, of course.

He must've thought we were onto him

and he's, he's hiding out somewhere on the ship.

Why didn't he kill us all?

He will if he expects to collect that money from Abner Morton.

We better not go lookin' for him though.

We'll be safer here altogether.

We'll make him come to us.

Maverick, you've got the gun.

Guard the stairway to the wheelhouse.

Well, at least we've got him outnumbered.

Well, he won't get me. I'll hide, that's all.

'Oh, help! Oh! Help!'

Oh, oh! Oh! Oh!

He's dead.

Looks like he wasn't playing hide and go seek.

Stabbed.

'Just like Carr.'

Easy. Take it easy.

Modesty.

Well, there goes our theory about Cantrell.

It's got to be one of the four of us.

Modesty, it can't be one of us.

I've just come to the same conclusion.

The way the currents are running along here

it'd would take... 20 minutes at the most

for the Cynthia to run into the riverbank

without someone at the wheel to prevent it.

We've all been together for over half an hour.

Then, then, it's got to be one of your stokers, Smith.

'One or both of them.'

It's hard to believe, Teague, but you must be right.

Well, we better go below and face 'em.

Now, let's not be heroes.

We're better off right where we are.

When we get to Memphis we'll let the authorities take over.

"Tis a wise decision to no be seeking trouble.'

And because you'll be avoiding trouble

I'll know you'll do me the honor of raising yer hands.

Fast.

MacKenzie.

Now, where did you come from?

Been with you all the time, laddie.

Just hiding out in the old aft storage locker, that's all.

I shipped aboard just before you cast off in St. Louis and..

'...in the bare nick of time I might add.'

Unfortunately for us.

Don't blame me, lad.

I tried to scare you and the lass off

before the boat left the dock.

And I tried to warn Smith here by tying down the safety valve.

You're a thief and a murderer.

The first by inclination and the second by necessity.

'I read about Abner Morton in the "Memphis Journal"'

and his fine offer of $20000 for my ship.

'Why, it was just a chance I couldn't pass up.'

- I wish I had. - Do not fret, lass.

No harm will come to ye.

Now, all of you hand over your title papers.

You can have mine.

Alright, Maverick, you're next.

Go ahead, Maverick.

He's killed three people for those papers already.

Just two really.

Mrs. Tutwiller's falling to the water was just a..

A melancholy accident.

Take it out of the envelope, lad.

Is this any way to treat a man who saved your life?

Ha ha, well, it..

Does give me a bit of a twinge in your case.

Now, Smith. Your paper.

And now, Miss Blaine

be a bonny lass and give me yours.

Don't be alarmed, folks.

The original title deed is in the pocket here.

I've always had had it.

What's next, MacKenzie?

You can't do business with Morton holding the gun on us.

I did not intend to, laddie.

Grab him, men. Get his gun, Gus.

You're a sharp laddie.

And the trick might've worked

except that Gus and Jim are no longer aboard.

'And if they can swim'

'I expect that they'll be wading ashore'

through the swamps by now three miles back.

Just before I came up here, I..

'...persuaded them to jump into the river.'

Does that give you any ideas?

Please, please don't throw us in the water.

I have no intention of throwing you into the water.

You're going to jump in all by yourself.

'Uh, walk the planks so to speak.'

But I haven't swum since I was a boy.

Now, that is an ugly thought, but I know exactly how you feel

since I've never been able to swim a stroke myself.

But I'm sure when you hit the water

it'll all come back to ye.

It's better than gettin' shot, Teague.

Take off your coat, Teague. It's easier that way.

Please.

Looks like he was tellin' the truth.

He didn't come up.

I'm a businessman, Maverick. Not a fool as you seem to think.

But...

If you think I'll hand over the $20,000 for the Cynthia B.

Without getting title papers, you're crazy.

How do I know you bought the boat?

How do I do you didn't even steal her?

- Answer me that. - But...

Get out of here and leave me alone.

But..

Anyway, I almost changed my mind about buying the boat.

As it said in the paper my offer expires at 12 noon today.

And it's just 15 minutes to that time now.

You couldn't possibly bring me proof of ownership in that time.

Good day, Miss Blaine.

Mr. Maverick.

Bart here, ma'am. Is Mr. Morton..

Oh, excuse me.

Mr. Morton, I believe.

Correct. What can I do for you?

Well, sir, I have here the title paper

on the riverboat, Cynthia B.

'Oh, formerly called Orleans Princess.

Well, I understood that you made an offer..

Uh, uh, good till noon?

Of $20,000.

That's my brother Bart.

Correct again.

And I'm a man of my word.

'I believe your boat is tied up at a dock in St. Louis.'

'I haven't seen her personally.'

'I won her in a poker game in St. Charles, Missouri'

'last Sunday.'

The previous owner a very nice Scot chap.

His name was MacKenzie.

I didn't hear about your offer until late Tuesday night.

As you can see I just barely made it here in time.

The boat was in St. Louis.

Y-yes, sir.

'However, a smooth oily fellow'

'apparently a boat thief stole her'

'and brought her here this morning.'

'Tried to sell her to me without paper of title.'

'He did.'

This makes 20,000, Mr. Morton.

And thank you, Mr..

- Maverick. Bart Maverick. - Maverick.

Maverick? Can't be.

Uh, uh, we're gonna split the money three ways, huh?

- Five ways. - Five ways.

Who are the other two? Friends of yours?

No.

You might call 'em shipmates.

Welcome aboard, brother Bart.

♪ Who is the tall dark stranger there ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail to who knows where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion ♪

♪ Gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as the handle on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind in Oregon ♪

♪ Blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the West ♪♪