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[Bart] This is a grave in the town of La Mesa, New Mexico.

There are many strange things about this grave

the strangest of which is this

no one is buried here.

"Maverick!"

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produced for television by Warner Brothers.

Well, here we are, and about time, too.

If we take the north trail

we oughta be in Clayton in about four days.

Clayton?

Oh, we take the south trail

we'll be in Santa Fe by tomorrow.

They tell me that...

Oh, I remember now. Adelaide!

She lives in Clayton.

She does?

That's quite a coincidence, isn't it?

Uh-huh. Well, give her my best.

You sure you don't wanna come on to Clayton with me?

Not even if she had a sister.

Well, remember what pappy told us

never hold kicker.

Never draw into an inside straight.

Take care of yourself, Bart.

Ride easy, Brother Bret.

[Bart] Santa Fe, the oldest capital in the country.

That's what the sign said at the edge of town.

I'd been in a lot of Western towns

but none like this one.

It was a new kind of place to me

mostly Spanish

with only a touch of America here and there.

I liked it.

I decided to spend my first day just looking and listening.

Oh, there you are.

Pretend you know me, please.

That won't be difficult.

I was just going to fix my tie.

If you do it, it might be a nice touch.

Oh.

Those men behind me

they've been following me for over ten minutes.

Maybe it's a local custom.

Why don't we step over here and see what happens?

Buenas suerte, senor.

Oh, thank you.

I've never been so frightened.

I think they were just trying to be polite.

Oh.

Are you a stranger to this part of the country?

Yes, yes, I am.

I just arrived this morning.

Maybe we could look at it together.

Oh, well, I think that would be very nice.

Thank you.

My name is Bart Maverick.

How do you do, Bart Maverick?

Oh, thank you, Mr. Maverick.

It was a most beautiful afternoon.

Does it end here?

I'm afraid it does.

My carriage is in that stable across the street.

I don't even know your name.

No, you don't.

I gather it you intend on keeping it that way.

I'm afraid I do.

It's gonna make it a little harder

for me to find ya next time.

Maybe I'd rather find you.

Where are you staying?

The Barker House.

It's not the best hotel in town

but they do have the best poker game.

Are you a gambler by chance?

No, on purpose.

The Barker House.

Thanks again, goodbye.

- Senor Maverick? - Yes.

My name is Henrique Filipe, senor.

I am an attorney, may I come in?

I understand you spent the afternoon

with a client of mine.

Well, that may be.

- What's your client's name? - Miss Daisy Harris.

Sounds likely. She didn't tell me.

No, she's wealthy, therefore cautious

but you made a most favorable impression on her.

The impression was mutual.

Oh, I may have misled you, senor.

I mean, that she was impressed with you

in connection with a job

that she has been looking for someone to fill.

- A job? - Yes.

A rather simple job

and one that might be rather pleasant.

It pays $500 for just a few weeks work.

In doing what, Mr. Filipe?

- You are interested? - Ah, curious.

I'd have to know a lot more before I was interested.

Miss Harris has some rather important business

to transact in Laramie, Wyoming.

The trip is dangerous

and she doesn't want to make it alone

nor under her own name.

She would like travel under an assumed name

and with, shall we say, an assumed husband.

She would like you to play that role.

You're client is full of surprises, Mr. Filipe.

Thank her and tell her I'd do it

but I just hate long rides in stagecoaches.

You are refusing?

I'm afraid so.

She will ask me why.

You could tell her I never bet into a blind hand

but she probably wouldn't know what that meant.

So, tell her I'm flattered

but I'm just not looking for a job right now.

Why don't you take it?

I have a very busy practice here, senor.

I am also a rancher

I have a place just north of town.

Otherwise, I would be most happy to do it for her.

I'm afraid Miss Harris is gonna be quite disappointed.

She was under the impression that you liked her

and that you had no special business

that might keep you here in Santa Fe.

For some strange reason

the job just doesn't appeal to me, Mr. Filipe.

Try to make her understand, will you?

You do not like being employed by a woman?

I don't like being employed.

Well, I'll do my best to make her understand, senor.

Goodnight.

Mr. Maverick.

Good evening.

Well...

Good evening, Miss Harris.

You like this hotel?

Or do you play poker, too?

I was hoping I'd see you.

Would you come in?

Are you surprised to find that we're neighbors?

I can't believe that we are.

Won't you sit down, please?

My attorney tells me

that you were rude to him today.

May have looked like that.

I just said no.

I'd wish you'd reconsider.

You won't have any trouble finding someone, Daisy.

Otherwise I might've said yes.

I want you, Mr. Maverick.

I-I...

Well, I feel so safe with you.

You do?

Oh, I didn't mean it that way.

It's just the trip from here to Laramie is dangerous.

There are Indians, highwaymen.

If you run into either, I'd doubt if I'd be much help.

I think you would be.

Why don't you wanna travel under your own name?

I can't tell you that, not just now.

There's a great deal of money at stake at what I have to do.

Thanks for the brandy.

You didn't touch it.

I never drink after sundown.

Goodnight.

Don't go, please.

If the price isn't high enough, I'll make it $1,000.

In cash?

Right now?

Yes.

I'm tempted to take ya up on it

just to find out what it's all about.

But I've got $1,000, Daisy.

I guess I'll never know.

How long has Miss Harris been living here at the hotel?

Just checked in this evening, sir.

Oh.

You know anything about her?

No.

You know who she is?

I'm working on it.

[Daisy] Who is it?

Your neighbor.

Is that offer still open?

Yes.

I'll take it, on one very small condition

you pay me half the money now.

Agreed.

But don't play all night, Mr. Maverick.

We'll be leaving early in the morning.

Oh, no, we won't.

I checked.

The stagecoach doesn't leave until noon.

But we won't be leaving from town.

Since we'll be traveling as husband and wife

my attorney will have the stagecoach

pick us up at his ranch north of town.

I'll be ready whenever you are, Daisy.

Goodnight.

Well, I was sure I'd have to get you out of bed.

Well, you would have had I gone to bed.

Daisy...

Hm.

Daisy, I think you're wonderful

but you think I could get outta this

for say, $1,000?

Cold cash, right now?

One hundred percent profit.

Oh, you know, Bart, if I were a vain women

you'd have me in tears.

The answer is no, you cannot get out of it.

Just thought I'd ask.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Howdy, Mr. Filipe!

[Filipe] These the passengers?

Mr. and Mrs. John Haskell

going all the way to Laramie with you.

It's a long trip, folks, and we're late.

Hop aboard.

John.

John, it's been a wonderful visit.

I hope you'll come again, Mrs. Haskell.

My door is always open to you and your husband.

Thank you, senor.

[Filipe] Oh, John

I don't think you'll see any Indians

but you might as well be prepared.

I'd like you to have this.

- Oh, I've got my own-- - Please, John, I insist.

You will be going through Comanche territory.

It's the best, the Winchester

it takes the same cartridges as your revolver.

Let's get goin', folks.

Thanks.

Hup, Nancy.

Hasta la vista, buen viaje.

Yes, sir

and I expect to settle in there

all by myself to stretch from here to Shanghai.

It's just about the right place to stretch it, mister

from here to Shanghai.

It's got no business on good grazing land.

- Cattlemen, sir? - I am.

What is barbed wire?

It's an invention to kill off cattle, ma'am.

Either by starvation or tear 'em to bits.

Ain't that right, sir?

Oh, I never argue about politics or barbed wire.

Well, there's no argument in barbed wire.

It takes up no room, exhausts no soil

shakes no vegetation, it's proof against high winds

it's both durable and cheep, and makes no snow drifts.

It don't snow in New Mexico.

How about you, sir?

Are you a salesman, too?

Yes, I'm a salesman, but...

...I don't sell barbed wire.

Oh, what do you sell?

Um, the book of knowledge.

You're alright then.

Hyah!

Ya!

Ya!

Something wrong? We're going faster.

We're in Comanche country, ma'am.

These flats are likely spots for 'em

so the driver gets through here at a pretty good clip.

Worried, Mister Fence Salesman?

No, of course not.

You should be.

According to our latest edition

the Indians hereabouts are peaceful.

Maybe they haven't read your latest edition.

Ya!

Good evening, Mrs. Haskell.

Good evening, Mr. Haskell.

Shall we dine?

Do you think this will be comfortable?

No.

Oh, well, then maybe I should let you have the bed.

Oh, I wouldn't think of letting you do

a thing like that, Daisy

but I will cut ya for it.

Oh, no, you won't.

Uh, these look a little too real for comfort.

They are real.

- Take 'em off. - Why?

Out here, the thieves outnumber the law ten-to-one

and you're much too much a temptation

without wearing those.

Take 'em off.

Well, I will not.

Thank you, Mrs. Haskell.

You're welcome, John.

Do you have a gun?

No, why?

I'll get you one.

I can't be with you every minute.

Oh, I don't want a gun.

If you gave me one, I wouldn't know how to use it.

Besides, you will be with me every minute.

Now for the next act of "Maverick."

Excuse me for staring at you, but don't we know each other?

No, I don't think so.

My wife and I are strangers in these parts.

So am I.

My name's Mitchell, what's yours?

Uh, John Haskell.

Aren't you sure?

We're newlyweds.

I'm still a little confused.

Newlyweds...

I thought you said you'd been married

for five years, ma'am?

Oh, well, we have

but we still consider ourselves newlyweds.

I think I've got it.

Where we met I mean.

Wasn't it in a poker game?

You play poker, Mr. Halick?

Haskell.

No, I don't play poker.

Whist, I play a crackerjack game of whist.

Well, I'll get it.

I never forget a face.

Leastways, don't like to.

What's your line of work, sir?

Guns.

Oh, you sell guns?

No.

Hup, Nancy.

Hyah!

Hyah, get up there!

Yes, ma'am some more of that Comanche country.

We'll be goin' pretty fast for a while now.

Hip, Hyah!

Ya.

What's the matter?

Some dust in that draw back there.

Still not worried?

No.

Is it still there?

It's getting bigger.

It's either Indians or it...

It's Indians.

Oh!

That's it.

Ya, giddy up!

Ya-Ya!

I've got it, it was in Dodge City

and it was in a poker game.

He's dead.

Hyah!

Hiya!

Looks like they've had enough.

He's dead alright.

Now I know why you ain't afraid of Indians.

You see, I, I did pick the right man.

Had to resign, but there didn't seem to be any place to go.

Daisy, if you're heading for the tub

you'll have to argue with me.

I paid the boy to heat some water.

That was nice of you.

I'll make good use of it.

After me.

Before you.

No, Daisy.

This time, we do cut for it.

High man gets the tub first.

That's a very high card.

It'll be hard to beat.

What do ya know?

A tie.

What happened to our friend, the fence salesman?

I thought he was going on to La Mesa.

That's my part of the country, La Mesa.

Who is it?

[Snopes] Manager, missus.

Well, Mrs. Haskell, ain't you glad to see me?

It's Snopes, remember?

I used to work for you and your husband.

What do you want?

I think you better let me come in, Mrs. Haskell.

It certainly is nice to see you again, Mrs. Haskell.

You know, I'm not a groom anymore?

I got me own stables right here in town.

- What do you want? - Oh, just curious.

Wondering why a man should sign the register John Haskell

when he ain't Mr. John Haskell at all.

You know I don't mean you no harm, Mrs. Haskell.

You know I always liked you.

Of course.

Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Snopes?

That's better, missus

and there is something you can do for me.

What, with the new business and all I...

...I could use a little money.

How much, Mr. Snopes?

Hundred dollars, Mrs. Haskell?

I think I can spare that much.

Eh, better make it 200, Mrs. Haskell.

And then another 200 after that, Mr. Snopes?

Then four, then eight?

Is that the way it would be?

I ain't greedy, Mrs. Haskell.

Oh, but I'm afraid you are.

Don't, missus.

It was just a joke, that's all.

Just a joke.

We're sure sorry, Mrs. Haskell, that a...

...thing like this could happen in our town.

I just wish there was something I could do to make up for it.

Thank you, sheriff.

You already have, by your kindness.

You have a brave little wife there, Mr. Haskell.

Thank you, sheriff.

And, ma'am, if there's anything I can do I...

...I sure hope you'll let me know.

I will, sheriff, I will.

Uh...

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

You think the sheriff believed your story, Daisy?

Of course, he did.

Why shouldn't he?

I can think of a lot of reasons why he shouldn't

but he did.

It happened just the way I said.

He was a groom in my family stables in Philadelphia

and he did know about the jewels.

Alright, but it was sure careless.

First, getting caught

then getting shot while he was holding a gun.

He didn't expect me to have one.

Come to think of it, neither did I.

Aren't you the girl who said

you wouldn't know how to use a gun?

You did just fine on Snopes.

I trust you, Bart

but I don't trust anyone in the world a hundred percent.

I had a gun and I knew exactly how to use it.

I saw no reason to tell you that.

Fair enough, Daisy...

...but this is as far as I go

unless you're ready to answer some questions

quite a few of 'em.

Don't you have any compassion at all?

Doesn't it mean anything to you what I've just gone through?

I'm sorry, Daisy, but I still have to know.

I have to know why I'm here

why we're traveling as husband and wife.

Not now, Bart.

Look, our next stop will be La Mesa.

Can you wait until then?

When we get to La Mesa, I'll tell you everything

you wanna know.

Alright, Daisy, I'll wait till then.

Thank you.

Haven't you put it off for about as long

as you can, Daisy?

You're ready with the answers?

Yes, I am.

Don't you move or I'll kill you.

I believe you.

[Bart] Is the stage all set?

Now you kill me, is that it, Daisy?

I'm doing this because I have to.

My life depends on it

and the life of the man I love.

Don't tell me your troubles, Daisy.

I've got troubles of my own.

What happened?

Open up.

Open up!

What's wrong, Mrs. Haskell?

A man, he shot my husband.

He went through the window.

Get the doctor, he's upstairs.

Find the sheriff and round up some men.

Mrs. Adams, will you please take care of her?

Oh, you poor dear.

Get some brandy, Fred, hurry.

Oh, you poor dear.

You poor dear.

Hurry, Fred!

- Oh, no. - Oh, you poor dear.

Here's some brandy, some brandy.

Take this this'll make you feel better.

Oh, you poor dear.

Oh.

In there, doctor.

Oh, you poor dear.

There's nothing you can do for him, doctor.

You take care of her, she's the wife.

- May I take her in there? - Yes, come in, doctor.

Sheriff.

In here.

Now back to "Maverick."

Mrs. Haskell

is this the way he came into the room, too

or did he just use that window to go out?

He came in that way, too.

I opened the window to air out the room.

Sheriff, don't you think--

Mrs. Adams, if you interrupt again

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave the room.

Well, I was just gonna say--

I'm sure you know, Mrs. Haskell

that I don't enjoy asking questions at a time like this.

That's alright, sheriff.

I want to cooperate in any way I can.

Good.

Now, then, what kind of a gun did he use?

I don't know.

You see I-I know nothing about guns.

I don't like to mention this, but...

...well, the undertaker told me

that the bullets were .41 caliber.

The only gun I know that uses .41 caliber bullets

is a Derringer.

Oh.

He...

He must've used my gun.

Your gun, ma'am?

A-a Derringer.

The hold up man took it because it was very valuable.

The-the handle was encrusted with jewels.

It was then that my husband made a jump for him.

The-the hold up man shot him twice and he...

Well, he must've used the Derringer to do it with.

It...

It has just two shots in it.

I see.

And he took the gun with him.

Yes, yes, he did, along with the jewelry.

Is this your Winchester, ma'am?

No.

No, that belonged to my husband.

[Carter] Sure, I can dissuade the widow from paying her last respects

but even if I can't, that's no real problem.

Might be a little scary

but only for a while.

I'll get ya out before we bury ya.

Oh, I'll appreciate that.

Still hurt?

I guess I should've taken out some of the powder, too.

She almost burned me to death.

Maverick...

...I don't if I can go along with this anymore.

I just found out that she sent a telegram

to her attorney last night.

She don't wanna have the funeral

till he gets here.

When will that be?

Tomorrow afternoon, late.

The only place I can be sure I won't lose her is in jail.

I can't put her there unless I bring a charge against her.

If you let her find out I'm still alive

we'll never get the answer.

It's important to me to find out

where I fit in this puzzle

but seems like it oughta be even more important to you.

But attempted murder's the only crime

I know was committed.

I oughta arrest her for it.

Sheriff

with Daisy on the stand, any jury of cowboys

will decide that was no crime at all.

She's murdered one man that I know of

maybe another that I don't know of.

But if we don't do it my way, we're never gonna find out.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

And you were right, too, about that carbine.

I checked it.

The jewels and the Derringer were in the stock.

- Where was she when you-- - Don't worry.

She across the hall with her friend, Mrs. Adams.

Good afternoon, sheriff.

Ma'am.

Mr. Carter, I came to tell you--

I've already told him, Mrs. Haskell

a-about the delay.

Oh, thank you very much.

Will it be alright to wait?

My attorney should be here by tomorrow afternoon.

Anything you say, Mrs. Haskell.

Oh, thank you.

Good day, gentlemen.

They're coming, get in quick.

Now

whatever you do, don't sweat.

Well, it's a fine thing to tell a man, "don't sweat."

Now, close your eyes.

Yes, you look fine.

Oh, stop breathing.

Here they are.

I'm sorry, Mr. Carter, I...

I think I'd rather remember him as he was.

Of course, Mrs. Haskell.

Would you and Mr. Filipe care to join the others?

I'll be with you shortly.

Don't sweat.

[Bart] John Haskell was buried

on a late Wednesday afternoon of May,1876.

Anyway, that was the general impression.

The widow and her attorney gave memorable performances.

In spite of the fact that the audience was rather small.

Henry, pour me a drink.

Daisy, it's all over now.

We are safe.

Stop worrying about me, I'm alright.

You're not alright.

You've been getting more tense and nervous by the hour.

And why not?

You know what I've been through?

Why?

Oh, why did we do it?

You make it sound as though I shot your husband on purpose.

You think I wanted to kill him?

He was trying to kill me.

I know, I know, I'm sorry, it's...

It's just that I'm so frightened.

I'm here now, querida mia

there is nothing to be frightened about.

It's all over now, we're safe.

I keep having nightmares

nightmares of us being found

of people coming to arrest me.

The day you left, I dropped a half a ton of rock

into the mineshaft.

Your husband will never be found

will you believe that now?

As far as the world is concerned

John Haskell was shot

and buried right here in La Mesa

and that's the end of it.

There'll be no one coming

to arrest either of us, querida.

You're right, Henry.

There's isn't anything for us to be afraid of.

We did just what we planned.

And it's worked out just the way we planned it.

My love.

Sheriff, I think...

Sorry, ma'am.

I think the widow is ready to tell you

the whole story now.

And if she doesn't

you tell the sheriff in Santa Fe

that her husband's body is in an old mineshaft

on the lawyer's ranch.

[Bart] When Daisy recovered

she made a full and complete confession.

And next morning, the sheriff was ready to take them

back to Santa Fe.

Giddy up, Hyah!

[Bart] For me, that was the end of the story

of the late John Haskell

and of Daisy.

Hey, Haskell

I didn't expect to find you still in town.

Taking a stage tomorrow.

Oh, where's Mrs. Haskell?

We quarreled.

[Bart] The next day, I bought a seat on the northbound stage.

Laramie sounded like a nice town

and it was a long distance from Santa Fe.

Hello, Brother Bart.

Bret!

I thought you went South.

What happened to Adelaide?

Well, it's a long story.

So is mine.

I think maybe you better tell me yours first.

Hello. I hope you enjoyed the show.

This is copy of a novel called "The Wrecker."

One of the great classics

from the pen of Robert Louis Stevenson.

I know that millions of you have read and enjoyed it

and I think you'll be happy to know that

we've adapted it for television screen

and we'll be bringing it to you next week.

And I think you'll be doubly pleased

to learn that Jack Kelly is back with us again

as another "Maverick" named Bart.

You don't have the money to hire me or my ship.

But you say you are willing to make a deal.

Either you know something or you're a pair of fools.

Guess which, captain?

I'm gonna have to leave my head

with a loan shark to get the money.

You'd rather be rich than ugly, wouldn't you?

Bid.

Twenty thousand.

Better give me that.

You'll have to kill me to get it.

Never buck the odds when they're this high.

There's something somebody wants on the Flying Scud.

She's not worth even $5,000 to us as she stands.

And you're dropping out of it, Mr. Longhurst.

If your brother wants the Flying Scud

he takes her on his own responsibility.

Maverick ever see you before, Higgins?

No, why?

Just asking.

What's aboard the Flying Scud, Mr. Higgins?

I paid you $2,000 to get to Maverick

take me aboard this ship.

There's nothing else you need to know.

That's money you're heaving over the side.

Money.

You better never let me come across your boss again

either of you.

'Cause I will slice you up into pieces too small for bait.

[Bart] See you here next week when we bring you

Robert Louis Stevenson's great novel

"The Wrecker."

This has been an ABC Television Network presentation.