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Wait a minute.

- Are you the law? - No, no.

Then why should you tell me all about this?

Oh, I guess I've got a delicate conscience, Mr. Mills.

See, the men who are coming out here to get that money tonight

are the kind who would kill you

without thinking twice about it.

Well, uh, it's nice of you to warn me

and, uh, to tell me about the money.

Oh, well, I'll be taking the money back with me, Mr. Mills.

Well, how's that? Didn't you say it was here on my property?

Yes. But where?

"Maverick."

Starring James Garner and Jack Kelly.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

From the entertainment capital of the world.

Produced for television by Warner Brothers.

[Bret] The game of poker has only one serious drawback.

You can lose.

Denver hadn't been very lucky for me.

I had been second best every night for a week

to where paying my hotel bill was a tight squeeze.

There you are, sir, $57 and 40 cents.

Thirty cents.

Oh, yes.

Allow me.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, by the way, I am supposed to meet my brother here

sometime today. Bart Maverick.

I'll be here in the lobby.

Oh. Ma'am.

Thank you.

Cute little baggage. Timid as a fawn.

You'll excuse me. Ahem.

Uh, pardon me, madam, haven't we met

someplace before? Dodge City?

I don't believe so. I've never been there.

Oh, of course not. Uh, San Francisco.

I have never been there either.

Salt Lake?

- Flagstaff? - Flagstaff.

Now there's a spot for you, yes, sir.

Nothing better west of Mississippi.

You know, I was glad to hear you mention that.

I was down there two weeks ago visiting the Pattersons.

You know the Pattersons, of course. I'm sure you do.

Anybody who's ever been to Flagstaff knows the Pattersons.

I'll never forget when old man Patterson and Pete Decker

tangled out in front of the county courthouse.

Yes, sir, that was the fight of the century!

Uh, if you'll excuse me, I see a friend.

Yeah, well, nice talking to you.

- Thank you. - Pleasure.

Would you mind telling me some more about Flagstaff?

Ma'am, well, frankly, I've never been there.

Is something wrong?

That man out there has been following me for over an hour.

The hatbox?

You're holding on to it pretty tight, you know?

May I ask who you are?

Bret Maverick.

Are you busy right now, Mr. Maverick?

No, ma'am. I'm retired for the moment.

I'll give you a $100 if you'll help me

keep that man from getting his hands on this hatbox.

There are papers in here, proof that my uncle is the owner

of a silver mine near the Wyoming border.

I must get them to a lawyer here in Denver today.

He-he was being watched.

He couldn't go more than an inch away from the mine.

We thought I could.

We were wrong.

- Who is the lawyer? - His name is Adam Morton.

He'll be in his office on State Street in an hour.

Will you help me, Mr. Maverick?

I'll pay you $200.

That's tempting.

Shall we go out together?

Well, no, you stay here.

After I've said goodbye to you

take your hatbox and put it on the floor.

To your left.

Uh, well, save the money

for the lawyer's office, for luck.

For both of us.

Well, good day, ma'am.

Election bet.

Hello, schoolboy.

You peeked.

Get in there.

Put the money over there.

Money? You've got the wrong hatbox, mister.

There's no money in there.

Put the money down.

When you get back to Maxwell, tell him

Monty wasn't fooled for a minute.

Tell him neither he nor Johnny could ever fool me.

Who's Maxwell?

I don't know how much of the $120,000

he promised you, friend, but you ain't gonna get a penny of it.

You're not gonna get any of it either.

There's nothing but business papers in there.

Shut up. I'll show you your business papers.

Open it.

Grab that top box down.

[Bret] I was right about my luck changing. It was getting worse.

Before I'd run into that girl with the hatbox

I'd only been broke.

Now I was broke, beat up and

and, and mixed up some way

with a $120,000.

Hm, tidy sum.

Chances were, of course, that a lawyer named Adam Morton

didn't even exist any more than did dear old uncle.

But the hat, if that's what it was, could be a place to begin.

My luck was changing.

The hat had been bought here in Denver.

There couldn't possibly be two like that.

Did you, uh, make this?

Oh! Princess Ann.

Oh. Heh-heh. I-I name all of them.

- Oh, then this is yours. - Oh, yes.

Do you like it?

- It's exquisite. - Oh, well, thank you.

Oh, a-and another question.

Who did you make it for?

- Hm? - The hat.

I found it. I'd like to return it. Who bought it?

- Abigail Taylor. - Where does she live?

Oh, at the end of Jonathan Street.

The north end?

Oh, no, the south end.

- Well, thank you very much. - Oh.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

Uh, don't stare. It makes her uncomfortable.

I can explain everything.

- I-I just-- - You had the wrong hatbox?

Yes. No.

Please go away.

No.

Don't.

- Your uncle? - Come here.

Inside.

Well, after you.

- After you? - Inside.

- Take your gun belt off. - Which one are you?

- Maxwell or Johnny? - What do you know about Johnny?

- Be quiet. - Have you seen Johnny?

I said be quiet, I'll do

all the talking here.

Over there.

Monty wasn't supposed to catch up with you so soon.

Abby thought you'd lead him a long way off.

Why?

Oh, by the way, Monty told me to give you a message.

He said neither you nor Johnny could ever fool him.

I wonder what he meant by that.

A $120,000.

- But how did you-- - That's a lot of money.

It'd buy you a new suit.

That's what Abby was about to do

when she spotted Monty trailing her.

We won't have to buy one now.

Oh, no, no.

It's not your style at all.

- It will do. - What do I get? Stripes?

- If you're lucky. - No, Ed.

You told me there wouldn't be any killing.

You promised me.

Yeah, and you wanna keep your promises.

Now start undressing.

Well, would you excuse me?

Now hurry up.

Now back to "Maverick."

It's not a bad fit at that.

I don't know. I'd look around for a better one if I were you.

You're just lucky Abby's so sensitive

about people killin' other people.

I'd just as soon get shot as die of pneumonia.

Yeah if you get cold, you just put that coat on.

Oh, no! Not aga...

[Bret] This wallop hurt me more than the one Monty had given me.

I'd been hit in practically the same place, for one thing.

For another, there was my pride.

I'd been plucked bare as a chicken ready for the pot.

But there was a brighter side. This bump was bigger.

It had to mean I was getting closer to the $120,000.

But first things first.

Right now I had a few more urgent problems.

Plus, a possible solution to the very first one.

How to come un-hogtied.

Now it was a question of something to cover me

until I could get back to the hotel

and get Brother Bart to lend me some clothes

and enough money to stay in this $120,000 scramble.

No, a little too snug.

Howdy.

[Bret] When you have to walk down a public street

in prison stripes, the trick

is to look unconcerned.

Just imagine you're wearing

the latest proved style.

Anyway, that's what I kept telling myself

while I headed for the hotel.

Excuse me.

Yes, sir, can I help...

I'm sorry, we don't give rooms...

Mr. Maverick?

Uh-huh. Did my brother show up?

- He's here? - Uh...

[Bart] Dear Bret, I waited as long as I could

then left on the three o'clock stage for Salt Lake

with a kindly millionaire, whom I met quite by chance

on my way up here.

He claims there's a shortage of poker players

out his way.

I'll look for you here a month from today.

Best, Bart.

The three o'clock stage. What time is it now?

Half past 3:00.

- Oh, no! - Those clothes, Mr. Maverick...

Are you going to a masquerade?

Uh, no, no. The gallows.

[Bret] A man in convict stripes without a penny to his name

has his problems, like finding a job.

The next five hours were the hardest.

But it doesn't take much of a job to get a professional man

started back in the work he knows best.

Seventy cents.

I call your 70 cents, stranger.

And, um, I'll raise you 35 cents more.

I'll just call that 35. What do you got?

- Jacks up. - Well, I got three treys.

[Bret] The road back wasn't even bumpy. I just kept winning.

But I only enjoyed it until I had enough money

to start out after Abigail Taylor

and friends again, and the $120,000.

Orphans every one of them.

Excuse me, sir, I wonder if I could

look through some of your back issues.

Why, of course, son. Of course.

Right over yonder. You can just help yourself.

Thank you.

[Bret] A line on Maxwell seemed like the best place to start.

A man who breaks out of prison usually gets his name

in the paper. Maxwell was no exception.

"A prisoner serving a two-year term

"for armed robbery escaped from the State Penitentiary

"last night by overcoming a guard

"then scaling a wall to freedom.

"The escaped man is Edgar Maxwell, 35

"formerly of Boston, who was arrested October 4th last

"for the armed robbery of a general store in Lonesome

a small town to the south."

It didn't fit together, very few general stores

in towns called Lonesome have a $120,000 lying around

even on a busy day.

Find what you're after, son?

Well, yes and no.

Do you keep a list of all the big robberies that happen?

Uh, stage hold-ups, banks, that sort of thing?

Right up here. What are you after?

Hundred-and-twenty-thousand dollars. Mean anything?

Sure.

Federal Bank and Land Company, right here in town.

Held up last October.

October what?

Ah, the first.

Uh, three armed men got away with a $120,000 in cash.

Fifties and hundreds.

One of 'em was wounded by the bank guard.

- But they got away. - Clean as a whistle.

Why do you ask? Reward?

Well, it still stands, doesn't it?

Five percent of the take.

- Need a partner, son? - Uh, no, thanks.

- Know too much to split, eh? - No, no.

Know too little. See you.

[Bret] The next question was the hard one.

Where had Abby and Maxwell gone?

I started looking for the answer in the only place

I could think of, back near Abby's house

where I hoped to find someone around who had

seen them drive off in a horse and buggy.

I'll say I saw 'em. Took the Hedgeville Road south.

- Well, where does that lead to? - Hedgeville. Where else?

I tell you, that young woman is gonna come to no good.

Well, I'm new in these parts, ma'am.

Uh, is Hedgesville an important town?

Oh of course not. Right at Branchland.

Why, just full of shiftless people too lazy

to get out from under. They're all the same way.

Hedgeville's quite kind of lonesome.

- Lonesome? - Lon... Same as the rest of 'em.

You know, oh, you'd think those folks down there

would know better. Now wouldn't you?

I was talking to my Cousin Harry last Sunday.

- Harry's my cousin-- - Well, thank you very much.

[Bret] This was too big a coincidence

to pass up.

Lonesome was the place where Maxwell had been arrested.

And Lonesome was on the road he had taken.

It had to mean somethin'.

Hello, stranger. First drink's always on the house.

Thanks. I'll remember that, Flora.

You do that, handsome. Hm.

Howdy.

Say, maybe you can help me.

I'm lookin' for a couple of friends of mine

I'm supposed to meet here in town today.

A man and a woman ridin' in a carriage.

I'll give you 50 cents if you check all the stables

see if they've put the carriage up yet.

- Pretty hot day. - Seventy-five cents?

Dollar?

- Alright, a dollar it is. - In advance.

How do I know you'll come back?

How do I know you'll be here if I do?

Alright. Start checking.

Don't have to, the rig's in the stable

behind the hotel where the folks are staying.

- That the only hotel in town? - It's the only stable, too.

- You'll be mayor yet. - That's pa's job.

[Bret] It wasn't hard to find which rooms

Abby and Maxwell were in.

The whole place only had ten.

They were out at the moment eating.

So I made it an informal call

hoping to find something interesting around

like, uh, $120,000.

- No, Ed. - That's a lot of money.

[Abigail] You promised me.

Now back to "Maverick."

You keep coming back to the same thing, Abby.

Why shouldn't I? Johnny is the only reason I'm here.

Why don't you just sit down and take it easy?

Everything is going to work out just fine.

- Is it? - Don't start all over again.

You got what you wanted, you're out of Denver

and you're close to your precious money.

My side of the bargain's been kept.

And so is mine. Johnny will be here.

- When? - How do I know?

You're lying. He's dead, isn't he?

He was wounded running from the bank, and he died.

That's the truth, isn't it? Ah, ah...

Stop it, stupid. Now use your head.

If Johnny had died, his body would've been found.

Wouldn't it? And we'd all know about it.

If he was alive, he'd let me know somehow.

He's too smart for that, he knows the law would grab him

if he came within a mile of you.

Now the law just doesn't forget about a $120,000, Abby.

That's a lot of money. You can do a lot of things with it.

- I'm not interested. - Well, Johnny was.

No, he never wanted to go along

with you and Monty in the first place.

Alright, alright. Now why don't you get out of here?

Johnny will show up sooner or later.

How can you be so sure?

Look, Abby, I'm the only one in the world who knows

where that money is buried because I buried it.

[Maxwell] Now Johnny and Monty know it's in Lonesome

but they don't know where.

Now Johnny must've read about me

breaking out of jail just like Monty did.

He'll be here, alright.

Both of 'em will.

Leland Mills' place.

It still just that old coot out there?

- I didn't see anyone else. - Good.

Now all I have to do is to wait till it's night

go out to the Mills place and pick up the money.

Would you believe it, Abby, it's been 11 months

since I saw that piece of ground where I buried it?

But I can still see every stone

every cloud of dirt within a hundred yards.

Tonight's gonna be a big night, Abby.

If I see Johnny again.

Abby...

You only knew one side of Johnny

as a young good-looking kid with a big flashy smile.

There was another side to him.

He talked big because it made him feel big.

He wasn't like he seemed to other people.

And that knife he always carried?

Is that any worse than a gun?

And he never used it unless it was to defend himself.

According to what he told you.

You're wasting your time.

I know Johnny.

As his girl.

As his wife.

We were married the night before the robbery.

I'll be in my room.

I don't allow poachers on my land.

I said I don't allow no poachers on my land!

I can understand that.

- Mr. Mills? - Yeah. What do you want?

I'd like to talk to you for a moment.

Can you point that over just a bit?

What do you wanna talk about?

About a $120,000 I think

is buried right here on your property.

Come again?

Well, a year ago three men robbed a bank in Denver.

Somehow or other, the money was hidden here on your place.

And-and it's still here?

According to what I heard a man tell someone.

He oughta know. He put it here.

Wait a minute. Are you the law?

No, no.

Then why should you tell me all about this?

Oh, I guess I've got a delicate conscience, Mr. Mills.

See, the men that are coming out here to get that money

tonight are the kind that will kill you

without thinking twice about it.

Well it's nice of you to warn me

and, uh, to tell me about the money.

Oh, well, I'll be taking the money back with me, Mr. Mills.

Well, how's that? Didn't you say it was here on my property?

Yes, uh-huh. But where?

How many acres do you have here, Mr. Mills?

Twenty-five.

That's an awful lot of digging if you don't know

where to dig, isn't it?

Well, it's still my property.

Tell you what I'll do, I'll share it with you

$60000 apiece.

Now, now w-w-where is that money hidden, hm?

Well, I'll be back here tonight. We'll get it then.

- We'll get it now. - Now look.

- I don't know where it is. - What?

- But I will by tonight. - How?

Well, a man named Maxwell, the man who buried the money

is coming out here tonight to get it.

Mm, he'll never set foot on my property.

I'll shoot him on sight!

You're not thinking too fast today, Mr. Mills.

Now how are we gonna find the money if you kill

the one man who knows where it is?

Oh.

We all plunge ahead at times.

Well, your plan is for us to hide out and watch him

until he starts digging for the money, is-is that it?

- Yeah, that's part of it. - Well, what else is it?

Well, it's too much to go into right now

but three men robbed the bank, not just Maxwell.

Well, them other two, are they here in Lonesome?

I don't know, but I wouldn't open my doors

to anyone if I were you.

Well, what do they look like, them other two?

Well, one is, uh, tall and heavyset. His name's Monty.

The other I've never seen. His name is Johnny.

He's young and handsome.

I'll be watching for 'em.

Uh, you-you just let me do that. You stay out of sight.

- W-While you do what? - Well, go back to town.

If John and Monty are there, I'd like to know

about it ahead of time.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, by the way, uh, what kind of law do you have here in town?

- Sheriff? - Yeah, Stan Ranker.

- But-but he's away now. - Yeah.

Oh, uh, one more thing.

You wouldn't start looking for that money without me

would you, Mr. Mills?

Not with 25 acres, I wouldn't.

No, sir. Heh-heh.

- Goodbye, Mr. Mills. - Goodbye, Mr., um, um...

- Maverick. - Mr. Maverick.

Careful, that's not the bottle it came in.

Gonna be around a while?

I don't know. Supposed to meet a couple of friends of mine here.

Man and a woman coming in from Denver in a rig.

- They hit town yet? - Haven't seen 'em.

No strangers around?

No man and a woman.

Just a man?

What he look like?

Like the man you bushwhacked outside the hotel in Denver.

Easy, handsome. No shooting allowed on the premises.

New glassware is hard to come by in Lonesome.

You better tell that to him.

- Uh! - Hey! Cut it out!

I'm sorry, Flora. Just had to even an old score.

Would you get the gentleman a glass of water?

- Coming up. - Hm.

Okay, wake up, sunshine.

Now you gonna be co-operative?

- No more. - Alright, I want some answers.

And I want 'em honest and real plain.

What happened after the three of you left the bank in Denver?

[Bret] Come on. You gonna tell me or do I have to get mad?

We rode south.

- Here to Lonesome? - Yeah.

- Where'd you spilt up? - Outside of town.

- There was a posse after us. - Who had the money? Maxwell?

- Yeah. - Alright, go on.

Well, Maxwell and Johnny went one way, and I went the other.

We agreed to meet on the other side of town.

- What happened? - I don't know for sure.

Johnny and Maxwell split up, I guess.

And Maxwell was arrested here.

Yeah. He was broke.

Figured he couldn't use the big bills from a Denver bank

so he tried to rob the local store in town.

[Flora] Okay, handsome, that's enough.

It's against the law to smack people around in my saloon.

- You're fooling. - Try me.

I'll blow your pretty head off if you even looked like

you're gonna make a wrong move.

And that star makes it nice and legal.

Well, you the deputy sheriff?

Better than that, handsome.

I'm also the sheriff's gal.

And the best shot in town, including the sheriff.

Now leave him alone. He was minding his own business.

- Oh, now, Flora. - Uh, you, get out of here.

You'll hear from me again.

And you, stay here so we'll have no more disturbing the peace.

Now, look, Flora, you don't know what this man did.

Sorry, Flora, but I gotta

keep tabs on that man.

Is he dead?

[Flora] Nice going, handsome.

I didn't do this.

Oh, he committed suicide.

You saw it, didn't you?

Okay, handsome, get going.

Jail?

At least.

[Bret] Being held for a murder I hadn't committed was one thing

but being held while a $120,000 was about to be dug up

was something else entirely.

No man wants to hang poor.

Not much, handsome, but I never

was any great shakes in the kitchen.

Look, Flora, I've got some rights. I wanna see a lawyer.

What am I supposed to do? Make one?

We ain't got any lawyers in Lonesome.

When the sheriff comes back, he'll take you up to Denver.

- They got about a dozen there. - When's that?

Oh, a day or two.

[Bret] Time counts to me, Flora.

What do you think it was to the guy you killed, hot cakes?

For the hundredth time, I didn't kill him.

It was someone hiding between the buildings.

Sure, the mysterious stranger, huh?

Why don't you just relax, handsome? Get some rest.

Um, read the poetry on the walls. Pretty good.

Don Gray, the town drunk, writes 'em

whenever he's visiting here.

Mm, he's about as regular as clockwork.

Take that one.

"I'd never be in this terrible clink

"'if I could stay away from demon drink.'

"But since I can't do that for long

I've time to write this little song."

- Nice, huh? - Oh, beautiful!

Oh, there's my favorite, "Flora's pretty, Flora's sweet

but Flora's whiskey knocks me off my feet."

Time is fleeting. The end's in sight.

I'd love to get out of here before tonight.

Not bad. You might top him in a couple of days.

Flora, I've got to get out of here.

Look

I'll give you a $1000

if you'll just let me out of here for two hours.

You are a lot like Don Gray at that.

He once promised me the Oklahoma Territory

if I'd let him out overnight.

Be back in a while, handsome. Take it easy.

Now back to "Maverick."

Thought you might wanna read a little to pass the time.

- Thanks. - Oh.

Now don't be a poor loser, handsome.

Oh, why should I be? I haven't really lost anything.

As a matter of fact, I've gained, you might say.

How's that?

Well I know I didn't kill that fellow.

And sooner or later the real killer is gonna be caught.

Uh-huh.

So, in the meantime, here I am

in a nice, cozy rent-free house

with, if I may

a, a charming companion.

Oh, handsome, you're a kick in the pants.

"So in the meantime, here I am

"in this nice, cozy rent-free house

with, if I may, a charming companion."

Ha-ha! I'm a tough old buzzard, and you know it.

But what you don't know is I'm just as smart as I am tough.

What was the plan, handsome? Woo your freedom out of me?

Don't be a poor winner, Flora.

You know, it might have worked at that...

...20 years ago.

Oop, my keys.

Saloon. Need 'em to lock up.

Bye, handsome. Sleep well.

"Four walls do not a prison make.

"'So if you would your freedom take'

"tug at the hinges on your cell door

"pulling up sharply from the floor.

"On your way out, replace the door

so another can leave as did this one before."

Couldn't be.

Couldn't be.

Oh.

Bless the poet laureate of Lonesome.

[Bret] It was after 8:00 by the time I got back

to Leland Mills' place.

There was no way of telling whether or not

Maxwell had shown up yet.

Are you... I didn't think you was ever coming.

Ran into a little trouble. Anybody here yet?

No. What was the trouble?

That Maxwell, he's gonna be here, ain't he?

As far as I know.

But Monty won't. He was murdered.

Oh.

- You stay here. - I'm going with you.

You're forgetting about Johnny. He can still show up, you know?

- And remember, he's a killer. - I'll remember.

You don't need to worry about that.

A little late in the day for ploughing, isn't it?

Just keep digging.

Dig.

No. And don't you move either.

- Drop your gun. - Well, aren't you the foxy one!

Drop it!

So this is where it's been all that time

a $120,000.

I've been searchin' everywheres for it.

Every hour of every day

for the last eleven months!

Let me tell you something.

One night,11 months ago, I heard a noise.

[Mills] I was out in my barn. I went there.

There was a man. He was wounded.

After a while, another man come.

And you told that wounded man, Johnny you called him

that you had just finished burying the money.

But you wouldn't tell him where!

Mm, I was sure I could find that money

after you left. But I couldn't.

I spaded up every square inch of my property.

I searched everywheres, uh, everywheres

except, except under that water tower

where I buried that-that Johnny.

- You killed Johnny? - No. No.

He killed him and then he ran away.

I only buried him, so that nobody'd find the body

and then start looking for the money.

Now I know where it is.

Right next to the place where I buried that Johnny.

Where the ground was soft.

We both picked the same place, didn't we?

Get away from that money.

You don't think I came out here

all alone, do you? Hm.

There's a friend of mine standing out there with a gun.

[Maxwell] Now you better drop yours.

[Mills] Oh, no.

Drop it.

Shoot, Abby.

Hm, that's an old trick.

Abby, shoot!

It's my money.

It's, it's my-my money.

Hello, handsome. Pretty wild bluff of his.

I didn't find a gun on her.

If I'd had one, I wouldn't have used it.

He told me Johnny was alive.

He's dead.

Suppose we go back to jail now, huh?

[Flora] Uh, no.

A witness, a married man

who wasn't supposed to be where he was

turned up a little after you broke out, handsome.

Seems he got a look at the fella who threw the knife.

Mm, the description he gave didn't fit you.

But it did fit Maxwell.

Uh-huh. Come on.

I'll send the boys out for the other one.

You stay in the wagon with Flora.

It's all here, Flora, $120,000.

Let's see, five percent of that would be $6000...

Two-and-a-half percent, handsome.

Uh, but, Flora, I found it.

I saved your life, didn't I? Two-and-a-half percent apiece.

Nothing doing. I came a long way for this. It's all mine.

Not this way. Two-and-a-half percent now, or nothing later.

Who do you think a judge is gonna believe?

Some man who breaks out of jails

and beats up people in bars

or a respectable deputy sheriff?

How'd you break out of this jail handsome?

Mn-mn.

Well, I can just take this along to Denver with me.

- I'm going back with Abby-- - Not a chance.

We'll just pop this money into the safe

till the sheriff gets back. Heh.

Don't worry, you'll get your reward.

- Uh, carry your bag, lady? - Behave, handsome.

Well, bye.

Oh, by the way, Flora, can old man Mills read?

Hello. Glad to see you again.

Next week we bring you the fast-moving story

of a chase.

[Bart] It's isn't always clear exactly who's chasing who

but I think you're going to enjoy it.

Hold your fire, boys! I'm not the one you're after!

It's him alright! I seen the girl!

Don't make a sound. Them's our horses.

And that's the Plummer boys.

If the little girl in the can-can outfit

looks familiar to you, that's because

she is Arlene Howell, Miss USA

making her film debut in the warm

and wonderfully funny role of Cindy.

♪ Fare thee well ♪♪

Now what are they up to?

But I think they're talking about girls.

Indians? I thought all they ever did was fight and hunt.

- Some of 'em hunt for girls. - Yeah.

Like I always say, "East or west, folks is folks."

I never told you this, but I come from the South.

No.

If you know where Darby's at and don't tell

that's the same as aiding and abetting a fugitive.

- Conscience or no conscience. - It is?

Yes. Now where is he?

- Where's the money? - The money?

You mean to tell me that you'd accept money?

- For turning in a friend? - Yes.

How do you spell your last name, Darby?

- M-A-V-E-R-I-C-K. - That don't even make sense.

[Bart] You will enjoy Richard Long as the irresponsible

but irresistible gentleman Jack Darby.

Any professional gamblers who ain't out of town

on Saturday by midnight is subject to jail.

Gentlemen.

Oh, uh, since it is so close to Sunday

may I propose the Bible text for tomorrow's sermon?

"I was a stranger and ye took me in."

[Bart] If you like action, comedy, and suspense, and who doesn't

I think you'll enjoy "Alias Bart Maverick."

See you here next week.

♪ 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 a handle on a gun Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as a wind in Oregon blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabelle ♪

♪ 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 Annabelle ♪

♪ 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 ♪♪

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