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Senor, what has happened?

What are you... Oh.

Because you sandbagged me into another bushwhack with this.

What? I never wrote this, senor.

- You must believe me. - Lady, I wouldn't believe...

I believe you.

"Maverick."

Starring Jack Kelly and Roger Moore.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

A Warner Brothers Television production.

Nobody's accused you of cheatin', Maverick.

Then why are you running me out of town?

Frankly, your mistake was takin'

the whole town council to the cleaners.

Punishment for that's the first stage out of town.

Whoa!

Bart!

Brent. I thought you were in Tombstone.

- You two know each other? - Uh, this is my brother, Brent.

Well, keep him out of this town.

It's a long story, brother. I'll explain it on the stage.

- Mm. Abilene. - Where are you bound?

Trail herds are comin' in this time of year and

lots of well-heeled cowboys on the loose.

I figure to keep them from wastin'

their wages on women and wine.

- Sounds like the promised land. - Ha-ha.

Perhaps a little conditioning en route

to while away the dusty miles?

Hi.

Sunburst, folks. Sunburst.

Dealer treats himself to two, friends.

The mail, Pete.

Sunburst, folks. All out.

Twenty dollars to keep the pot boiling and, uh...

...fifty to feed the flame.

I don't know, they were all alive at the last relay station.

Playin' a little friendly game of poker.

Playin' what?

I'm diggin' your grave, friend, with five little spades.

It's your own grave you've dug, mister.

Gamblin's forbidden here in Sunburst. It's the law.

But, sheriff, legally we're not in Sunburst.

Stagecoach is a public area.

Friends and I are just passin' through.

- Is that right, gents? - Uh, yes, sheriff.

- Who owns them cards? - Uh, uh, this gentleman.

You snake.

Look, sheriff, why don't you just close the door

and I'll pull down the bl...

Beg your pardon.

I'll consider you three ain't poker players.

Just stray lambs.

But this part of Texas is cow country.

So keep movin'.

Go on.

Giddy-up, son. Yup.

On your feet, gambler.

Jail's right across the street.

Poor boy.

As my old pappy once said

"In the midst of life

we are in jail."

- Hm. - Oh.

I believe it's my deal, gentlemen.

Oh, sheriff.

Mornin', Ms. Nettie, Ms. Joanne.

- Mornin', Mr. Shadley. - Good morning, Mr. Shadley.

Good morning.

Uh, forgive me if I say

your face is combined beauty with compassion.

[Brent] May a stranger in trouble appeal to you?

No more tricks, tinhorn. Get in there before I cuff ya.

Sheriff, before he disappears into our model jail

may I ask what this desperado has done?

J-Jo-Joanne, really?

He's a poker shark, ma'am.

I caught him with the cash and the cards.

Prisoner pleads guilty.

All I ask of this zealous lawman is, uh

to be kicked out of town.

I'm afraid you'll have to pay the penalty, sir.

You see, Sunburst is the one untarnished town in the West.

Gamblers, gunfighters, dancing girls are taboo.

What do the people do for fun and games in Forbidden City?

They don't.

Our one saloon closes at six o'clock.

Say no more.

You better wall me up, sheriff

before I contaminate the population.

Ah, Mr. Shadley.

Tell me, sheriff, what's this scoundrel guilty of?

Dancing with his wife after dark?

Property damage, disturbin' the peace, public nuisance.

He, uh, picked up a rock, and with willful intent

broke a window.

What does he get for that? Life?

Gambler, bein' dog-catcher around here as well as sheriff

I'm liable to fit you for a muzzle.

Been celebrating, compadre? Too much scamper juice?

Regard me, senor. Do I look like a drinking man?

How'd you happen to break that window? Bad aim?

For 20 years I worked on the rock pile in prison.

With the rocks I do not miss.

You spent 20 years in a clink? For what?

For a murder I did not commit, senor.

- I just got out. - Oh.

And you needed a place to sleep.

No senor, I needed protection.

Oh. Dodging lead.

You're a smart hombre to head for the sacred city of Sunburst.

You won't find any shootin' gallery in this amusement park.

Sacred city. Poo!

This Sunburst is a stage stop to hell.

What? Why...

They're so pure here, that they

sow wild oats and get Easter lilies.

The bride with the bad conscience, senor

wears the whitest veil.

Supper, boys.

Rubio, I've got a nice steak for ya.

And I get jail strawberries.

You know, sheriff, my doctor says that beans--

Shut up.

He's been eatin' wurst and beans for 20 years.

I figure the law owes him a square meal.

You see, senor, here in jail

I can live safely till Thursday

when the great Judge Feifer holds court.

You wanna face Feifer with a murder on your record?

But they tell me that Feifer is

the stiffest judge on the circuit.

That is why, senor.

Senor, do me the favor of sharing my steak

and I will tell you how they judged murderers

long ago in Spain.

I'm all ears.

In those days they brought a suspect

to the corpse of the victim.

[Rubio] And if the dead body flowed blood

then that man was his murderer.

Sounds like a neat trick if you can do it.

I've come back, senor, to face Judge Feifer

because he's just.

The suspect will be in court

and my words will cause blood to flow.

[Rubio] Help me, senor...

I know them. All of them.

Hold it!

[Brent] Help, sheriff!

[Brent] Murder! Help!

Help, somebody!

Just for breaking a window?

Now back to "Maverick."

Alright, Maverick, come on out.

This is Mayor Moss. He wants to ask you some questions.

- Mornin', Your Honor. - Mornin', young man.

Stranger, I wanna ask your help.

It's about that frightful occurrence last night.

We've never had a crime like that in Sunburst.

Hm. So Mr. Shadley assures me.

Now, about those three masked men, you saw them.

There must be some identifying clue you can give us.

I'm afraid not, Mr. Mayor. You see...

I liked that old man, and I'd be glad to help him, but there's

not a thing I can add to what I told the sheriff last night.

Well, you read his statement, didn't you, Mr. Moss

just as I took it down?

Yes, yes, I've read it a dozen times.

I can't imagine whom the old man meant

when he mentioned he had enemies here in town.

I've tried so hard to weed out

the undesirables here in Sunburst.

[Moss] Good neighbors don't need gunpowder, Mr. Maverick.

Well, speaking as an undesirable, Mr. Mayor

I'd say you've done a very thorough job.

Oh, come, come you're not the type of gambler

our laws are aimed at. You're clearly a gentleman.

And you've been so willing to help with this murder business

I feel the least I can do is suggest that there's a stage

going out in the morning.

Are you turning me loose? Well, now that's very generous.

Uh, not exactly, young man. You see...

Every town has its hotheads. Blood calls for blood.

It's been murmured that there might have been an inside man

involved last night, and you were here

in jail when it happened.

Now you're not suggesting that I--

Not even remotely, young man.

What I'm trying to tell you is that the fair name

of Sunburst might survive murder

but never a lynching.

Right.

- Who is it? - It is I.

The daughter of Pedro Rubio.

Come in.

So you're the daughter of the old man

that was killed last night.

Andalucia Rubio.

- Senor, will you help me? - How? And why?

Well, because only you saw the death of my father.

Well, I'm sorry, honey

but I was sleeping when the whole thing started.

And before I knew what was happening, all I can remember

is looking into the barrel of a .45.

Besides, I've gotta be on that stage

first thing in the morning.

[Andalucia] You are running away?

Are you a coward, senor?

Now listen, I've been tipped off there's lynch talk in town.

Folks think I was mixed up in that.

Well, our mayor would never allow it. He is a brave man.

He would die first.

The order of our deaths doesn't interest me.

Senor

in jail, did my father tell you that he was threatened

with death if he came back to this town?

He dropped a hint.

Well, he came anyway, straight to our farm.

I had to tell him

that my mother died two years ago

of hard work

and hunger.

Well, honey, the only thing your father said to me

was that he was innocent of the murder.

That he was going to court to tell

Judge Feifer the whole truth.

Well, you believed him?

Well, my pappy once told me, "Never debate the innocence

of a drinking woman, or a man in jail."

Lucia, I'd like to help you, but in coming to me

you're only bailing your boat with a sieve.

Look, I'm a gambler in a plaster saint town with a record.

I'd hurt you, not help you.

No one would help me in Sunburst.

Do you think, senor

I would not go to the law if I thought they would listen?

But, no.

Because all my life in this town

I have been that convict's daughter.

I came to you because you were in jail.

I, I thought you would understand.

Lucy, there's just one law that a man must never break

and that's the law of self-preservation.

- So I'm gonna break it. - Oh.

I'll go have a little talk with Senor Sheriff

and if I come up with anything, why I'll write you a letter

and send a copy to Judge Feifer

because I'm gonna be on that stage in the mornin'.

Thank you, senor.

God bless you.

A woman's tears, the holy water

killed more men than whiskey.

Oh. Mr., uh, uh...

Maverick. Your servant, ladies.

We were just looking for you.

- Uh, how can I help you? - Mr. Maverick.

We understand you were in the cell

with that poor man who was murdered last night.

- Regrettably, yes, ma'am. - You, uh, you see, sir...

My niece and I are writing an historical sketch

of Sunburst for the Ladies Culture Club.

Unfortunately, all we have to go on are, are people's memories

and this old diary we found in the library.

It's hopelessly dull, the first half

we've been able to plow through.

But the tragedy last night has shaken the whole town.

And, a-and since you are the only eyewitness

we thought, perhaps, maybe you could give us a few details

for our ladies club paper.

Well, forgive us, sir, we know it's not quite seemly

to bother a virtual stranger, but we--

Ms. Nettie, it wasn't very seemly of those three men

to murder that old man last night.

[Brent] Let's all go in and bother Mr. Shadley.

Perhaps he can add some interesting footnotes

to history. Be my guest.

Oh, and, be sure to take down everything he says.

What are you doin' back here, gambler?

Oh, I just remembered a couple of things, sheriff

about last night. I wanted to ask you some questions.

Alright, but not in front of the ladies. It ain't fittin'.

They're interested in local history, and I think

you helped make some last night.

Mr. Shadley, my uncle has shown me

Mr. Maverick's statement, and he's helping us

document this whole unfortunate matter.

Why, sheriff, where are the cell keys?

[Shadley] Locked up in my desk. Where'd you think they'd be?

Well, hanging right there on that peg

where you put them last night.

- I did no such a thing. - You did, too.

I saw you. Make a note of that, ma'am.

[Shadley] Are you callin' me a liar?

Sheriff, will you give me the key to the cell?

I'd like to go in there and reconstruct this murder

in detail for the ladies and for history.

I said are you callin' me a liar?

Yes.

- Oh. - Oh!

Excuse me, ladies, this has become a personal matter

and I'd like to be alone with the sheriff.

- Well, I mean... - Cer-certainly, Mr. Maverick.

Come-come on, Joanne. Come on.

Alright, on your feet.

I said get up.

Is this a shakedown, tinhorn?

What are you tryin' to get away with?

What were you tryin' to get away

with last night? Murder?

Now listen, mister, you ain't sayin'

I had any hand in that killin'?

Now then, why were the keys on the wall?

- And the backdoor open? - Oh.

Who's gonna believe that?

Judge Feifer might.

Feifer? Now you're playing with fire, Maverick.

And you're beginning to feel it. Now who put you up to it?

Nobody. I don't hold with murder.

Neither does Feifer. Now how would you like...

Those three men to go free while you hang?

Me hang? Now listen, mister...

There's your stage, gambler, better get out there

before, before you miss it.

All aboard!

There's a $1 000 if you catch it.

Maybe more, say 5000.

If you don't, neither of us will live to face Judge Feifer.

We'd be killed if-if they knew we even talked together.

Shadley, you're as good as dead right now

unless you give me the names of those three men.

Your only chance is to turn State's evidence

in Feifer's court.

You gotta believe me, I swear

I don't know who all of 'em were.

Then find out, you've got just one hour

to give me the names of those three men

or I go straight to the mayor.

You stay away from the mayor. From everybody.

Uh, hole up in the hotel, I'll tell 'em you ducked out

the backdoor and caught the stage.

I'll meet you right after dark in the alley

by the Town Hall.

Alright, but you remember

that with men like the mayor and Feifer

it's a stiff rope and a short drop.

Robbins, there's one place I won't stand for penny-pinching

and that's in school matters.

- Yes, I know, sir. - Yes, come in.

- Interruptin'? - Uh, no, no. Come in, Dave.

We were just checking over the school budget.

Robbins, why don't you run down to the schoolhouse

and see just how many new desks the teacher does need?

Yes, sir.

Oh, morning, Robbins.

- Go-good morning, Mr. McGuire. - Come in, Mac.

I'd like your thinking and Dave's on the school tax matter.

That stagecoach left just a half hour ago.

What are you doing back already? Something wrong?

Yeah. The gambler wasn't aboard.

He wasn't?

We stopped it just like you said.

- Just past Cache Creek. - No passengers.

Empty as a sucked egg.

And that Maverick is still kicking around town.

- Shadley muffed it. - Yeah.

The gambler's back in the hotel. I just checked.

Is he with anybody? That Mexican girl again?

No. He's writing a letter.

He asked the clerk for paper and pen

and the name of the town on the circuit

where old Deacon Feifer is holding court.

Feifer, hm?

We better read that letter.

You got a passkey. What are we waiting for?

For him to finish writing it.

I wanna know just which end

Sam Shadley is playing against the middle.

Uh, don't get excited. See who it is, Mac.

Oh. I hope I'm not interrupting, Uncle Clyde.

Are you terribly busy? Morning, Mr. Taylor, Mr. McGuire.

Uh, Joannie, we're busy with the school budget.

I'll see you at lunch. How's that?

Well, it was about that poor Mexican's murder.

But I suppose it can wait.

It was, uh...

What about it, Joannie?

So far nobody in town has the remotest idea

who the three men were that killed the old man.

- Correct? - That's right.

If we knew, every man in town would be on the saddle

and on their trail.

What would you say if two sheltered females

have discovered the first clue from a gambler?

You mean Mr. Maverick.

I've already talked to him. He couldn't help us.

Well, he seems to have remembered something

since he talked to you.

You know that Nettie and I have been working all week

trying to find out something really interesting

about Sunburst for our ladies club paper.

Joannie, I know.

What was Mr. Maverick's clue?

It seems the sheriff of our town left his keys

on a convenient nail last night.

- No! - Yes.

Right on the cell room wall.

That's how the killers got the prisoner.

How do you know this, Ms. Joanne?

Mr. Maverick, the gambler, saw it happen.

When we last saw the gambler, he was giving Mr. Shadley

quite a going-over.

- I can't believe it. - Well, Judge Feifer might.

I think you oughta call the sheriff in on the carpet.

Joannie, not only as mayor

but as an old personal friend, I have profound confidence

in Sam Shadley. You know what he's done for our town.

Mm-hmm. But what did he do for that poor Mexican?

I'll see if can get more details for you by lunch, uncle.

Goodbye.

Shadley, that stupid Rockhead.

- I'll tell you what we gotta-- - You'll tell us nothing.

This whole mess is your plan, and now my niece knows

that the sheriff of Sunburst is mixed up in it.

[Clyde] Strangers are writing letters to Judge Feifer.

Maverick won't live to mail that letter.

It isn't Maverick who'll hang us.

We can take that dude any time. It's Shadley.

Stop worrying!

McGuire, go down to the sheriff's office

and tell him the gambler wants to see him at the hotel.

When he gets there, we'll pick up that letter.

- Then we'll blast 'em both. - In daylight?

With the whole town playing Pinkerton?

[Clyde] There'll be ten people to tack your hides

to Judge Feifer's desk.

No. We'll wait till tonight.

Yeah, Dave, that's better.

Let's get at it then.

Now back to "Maverick."

- Good evening. - Evenin', sir.

Can you tell me where the Town Hall is?

That way. End of town.

Is that mail going out this evening?

On the evenin' stage, sir.

I'm takin' it down to the depot right now.

I'd be obliged if you'd take this along.

- Certainly. - Thank you.

I hate to be a bunch quitter, gentlemen, but I've got

to get back to Sunburst. See, a kin of mine is--

Shut up and deal.

Maverick?

Uh!

Shadley, it's Maverick.

Get out of town, gambler, before they kill you, too.

Who's out there?

Mr. Shadley.

Come on, let's get out of here.

So, it was you.

Was me what?

You were the inside man in the jail.

Now look, honey, you've had a bad shock, but...

You don't have to explain.

For some reason, you and Sheriff Shadley

wanted that old man dead.

He unlocked the cell door

you helped take him out

and you both killed him.

Now look, honey, think about it.

Now, if I'd helped to kill old Rubio

why'd I hang around here last night?

I'd have been over the hills and far way by now.

I don't know why, but Mr. Shadley did.

And you were afraid he'd talk, so you killed him, too.

Well, there's one big hole in that.

You're alive, you're a witness.

Now, if I have killed two men already

what's one lovely, but rather nosy girl more or less?

Joanne, now turn around.

Come on, open those big blue eyes.

[Brent] Well, go on, pick it up.

Aim it right at my cold black heart.

But before you pull that trigger, I want you to hear

my last words. Shadley told me to meet him.

He was going to give me the names of the murderers.

Why should he give them to you?

Because I had him bluffed.

I swore I'd tell the mayor and Judge Feifer

that he let those men in the jail last night

and that he'd hang for it.

Mr. Maverick, will you tell your whole story to the mayor?

He's my uncle, you know?

What have I got to lose?

I'll just take your gun.

Be my guest. It's empty.

A scared girl with a loaded gun

might have called my bluff.

Thank you.

It's only a scratch.

Why didn't you kill them both when you had the chance?

Because it's my gun arm, lard-head.

Watch your talk, Taylor.

When's this killing going to stop?

Tonight, when we cross off that gambler.

That's what you said right here last night.

- Then it was just the old man. - Get a hold of yourself.

We don't like this any more than you do.

We've all got the same stake.

Twenty years of fat living from nothing.

Or you could still be stringing wire.

Quiet. Somebody's coming.

It's Joanne. The gambler's with her.

Quick. Out the side door. Can't let them see that blood.

Remember what I told you. We'll take care of this right away.

We'll get it over with once and for all.

Uncle Clyde... Oh. Hello, Mr. McGuire.

Well, now, Joannie, is this what you call

doing research at the library?

But I was at the library.

I heard some shots, I ran outside and found

Sheriff Shadley lying on the ground, dead.

Sam?

Dead?

It happened about ten minutes ago.

Mr. Maverick was with him when he died.

Could he speak, tell you who did it?

No. No, he tried, but he went too fast.

This is unthinkable. Another murder.

And you were the only witness to each one.

Un-Uncle Clyde, Mr. Maverick has quite a story to tell.

Before you make any judgments, I think you ought to hear it.

I intend to.

And, Joannie, I'll ask you to take careful notes.

Yes, sir.

Well gentlemen, it all started last night

when a scared old man tossed a rock through a window.

That just about covers my side of the story.

Maverick, there's one point I wanna be very clear on.

This girl that you were talking with at the hotel

she told you her father swore he was innocent of the murder.

- Committed 20 years ago. - That's right.

Did he tell her who did commit the murder?

No. No, that he was saving for Judge Feifer.

Mr. Maverick, as mayor of this quiet little town

I want to thank you 'cause I'm going

right to the bottom of this tragedy.

Now you're free to go back to your hotel

but don't leave town, please.

Uh, Joannie, would you see

Mr. Maverick out, please?

Mm-hmm.

Thank you, mayor.

- Goodnight, gentlemen. - Goodnight.

Your uncle seems like a tolerant, fair-minded man.

That's what I told you.

I am thinking of putting his tolerance to a crucial test

by kissing his niece goodnight.

Without even asking her?

Mr. Maverick, please be serious.

Well, if you insist, I'll be formal. Ms. Moss, may I...

Mr. Maverick, you were saying, um

could you, would I...

Could I...

Oh, yes.

Would you kiss me?

Mr. Maverick, I-I'd quite like to, I think.

But I don't know how.

You don't know how?

You see, kissing's forbidden in Sunburst

before the banns are published.

And being the mayor's niece, well

I might as well have the mumps.

A lovely girl like you.

- It's inhuman. - It's worse.

You know my poor dear Aunt Nettie?

She's never been kissed, pinched, cuddled

or, or gently outraged in any way. She's nervous as a witch.

And I'll probably wind up much like her.

Joanne, I'm a convicted gambler.

I'll probably be hanged for murder.

I might just as well commit one last crime.

You're bad, Maverick, clear through.

But you've got courage.

What do I do?

Well, you put your arms up here.

Put your head back

lips parted, slightly trembling...

Oops! Timber!

Joanne, there you are.

I've, I've got to talk to you right away.

That is, if you're not, uh, uh, tied up.

Well, I would've been in another split second.

But it's alright. Oh, not the diary again.

No, Joanne, I've almost finished reading it

and I've got something to show you.

I found an old will tucked away under the back cover.

Oh, come upstairs.

We, we must both of us read every word of it tonight.

- Must we do it now? - Yes.

Yes. It won't wait, Joanne.

Mr. Maverick, will you forgive me in the interest of history?

Your servant, ladies.

Pleasant dreams.

I...

Queen's bet, 200.

I'll call your two-hundred and raise you five.

Your call.

You've stolen your last pot from me.

Three queens.

All blue.

Maverick, as far I'm concerned

you can go straight to Sunburst.

- Goodnight. - Oh, Mr. Maverick.

Uh, here's a, a note for you.

- Now who would leave me a note? - Why, a, a girl.

After dark? Well she could be put in stocks.

"Come to my farm tonight.

I know who made the murders. Andalucia."

Where could I find a horse?

There's a livery stable just down the street, sir.

Thank you.

Now back to "Maverick."

Senor, what has happened?

What are you...

Because you sandbagged me into another bushwhack with this.

What? I never wrote this, senor. You must believe me.

- Lady, I wouldn't believe you... - Ah...

I believe you.

That oughta make 'em sweat.

Look, we've to get out of here. ls there a backdoor?

- No, senor. - Well, come on, we've gotta--

No, that is what they want. They will kill us!

Well, you'll burn to death if you stay here. Come on!

No, senor, there under the rug

there is a trapdoor.

Where are they? There's only one way out of there.

Nothing could live in that fire.

Who do I thank for this?

[Andalucia] It is from the early days

when there were Indian raids.

Comanches.

Oh, we must have got 'em with the first blast

or, or else the smoke got 'em.

It's all clear, Lucy. You can come out.

I cannot.

I have torn my nightgown.

But you can't stay in there all night. You'll freeze.

In Sunburst it is legal to freeze, senor

but not to accompany a man in half your nightgown.

Well, I haven't got time to argue.

I've got a little surprise planned for those characters.

The last thing they expect to see is me.

It'll give me a chance to sneak around and take 'em from behind.

Go with God, senor.

And bring me back their shirt and pants.

That'll do her.

You better ride out before somebody spots the fire.

When you get back to town

tell boss he can sleep easy.

I'll see you at the ranch tomorrow.

It's me, Lucy.

Brought you a fistful of fig leaves.

I saw the man that burned us out riding away

but I couldn't recognize him. It was too dark.

I too saw him, but clearly.

It was Senor Taylor.

- Who is he? - I can hardly believe my eyes.

Senor David Taylor owns the richest ranch in the valley.

He is an honored man.

But why would he be after us?

Are you sure?

I know. I work for him every week.

- Which way did he go? - North. Towards his ranch.

Yeah. Where else?

So he could say he was asleep and knew nothing

about the fire.

Alright, you hurry. I want you to ride to the mayor's.

I hurry, senor, but I'm not sure I am welcome at the mayor's.

Remember I am a convict's daughter.

Enough of that nonsense. You'll talk and he'll listen.

Now put your clothes on.

- Which way is north? - Oh, down this wash.

You come to a road that leads directly to Senor Taylor's gate.

Good. Now here's what I want you to do.

I want you to ask the mayor to swear in a couple of deputies.

Then join me at the Taylor ranch.

But there were two other murderers.

Probably his ranch hands.

- You might be killed! - Heh-heh.

Not where I'll be sitting, out of gun range.

I just wanna make sure that we don't lose them. Now come on.

Quiet, Sultan. Easy, boy.

Easy, boy.

Now take it easy. I'll get you some oats.

[Taylor] Here, boy.

Easy, boy

Whoa, Sultan. Here now. Down, boy.

Get back there, you black devil.

Alright. Sleep hungry. You'll get no oats tonight.

Drop it.

- Maverick? - Just a brand from the burning.

How'd you get out of that shack?

Well, it seems, here in Sunburst

that a gambler is kin to the devil.

I've been fireproofed.

Now inside.

Now back to "Maverick."

It's shocking, almost incredible

that a man like David Taylor should set fire to your house.

Well, it was his bullets, senor.

They broke the lamp and the fire started.

- Was he alone? - No, I don't think so.

There were so many bullets. There must have been someone.

But you didn't see who it was.

[Andalucia] No, senor.

You're a brave girl. I'm very grateful.

Uh, let's see what we should do.

Well, Senor Maverick asked you to join him at Taylor's ranch.

That's what we'll do. And you shall go with us, my child.

- If you wish, senor. - Don't you think that's best?

- McGuire? - Yes. Yes, I guess so.

- Sure. - Well, please, hurry, senor.

Senor Maverick may be in danger.

Mm-hmm.

Get some rope.

The mayor will be here any time now with plenty of men.

You might just as well tell me why you killed Rubio.

You're sure the girl went to the mayor's?

You can count on it.

You see, Rubio was her father.

Well, it had to end sometime.

But I've had it real good for 20 years

ever since Rubio and I witnessed a murder

a couple of miles from here.

A rancher named Martin who owned half this valley

shot a man in the back not ten feet

from where Rubio and I were stringin' wire for Martin.

Threw the gun on us and offered a deal.

- What deal? - For me, a fortune.

For Rubio, to confess to the murder.

And he swore that he wouldn't hang

and his wife and kid would get a good ranch

with plenty of men and money to run it.

Rubio would be in Clover when he got out of jail.

- And he took it? - Just like that.

Prison food was a lot better than what he'd been eating.

Besides, what chance would he and his family ever have

to hit it that rich?

But Martin broke his word.

Rubio's wife died half-starved in a board shack.

No. Martin kept his word.

He saved Rubio from hanging

but Martin dropped dead.

Heart attack.

No one else knew of the deal.

Except you.

When Rubio got out, he could talk

and send you where he came from.

So you killed him.

Who were those two men with you?

- It's the mayor. - Maverick.

Come on in. I've got Taylor, and he's confessed.

I'll take over now. You can put up your gun.

- Dave, take it away from him. - What?

Gambler, you just don't seem to draw any aces in this town.

So you were the two men who were with Taylor at the jail.

Maybe. Won't matter to you now.

But why?

The two biggest men in town. You had everything.

Yes. Everything to lose. Get the girl, McGuire.

Rubio's daughter?

You didn't think we'd leave her in town

did you?

What are you gonna do with her?

You'll see.

You can't put her in there with that horse.

You know a more practical place to put her, mister?

Take care of the girl. Get it over with.

What happier plans have you made for me?

You're gonna get lost in the mountains, gambler, forever.

[Clyde] We won't have to explain your disappearance.

Please open the stall for me.

Wide enough to let you through. Why...

That horse'll stomp you both to death.

Don't shoot. You'll wake the whole ranch.

- Get it over with. - Yeah. Give her to me.

Ah.

Alright. Get up, Maverick. Get up.

Alright, drop the gun, uncle.

You, too, Mr. McGuire. Nice and easy.

Oh, good work, Joanne.

You can step down, Lucy.

I still have a couple of questions to ask you.

Now since there were three of you at the jail last night

you must have all witnessed that murder 20 years ago.

Murder? What murder?

The murder of a rancher named Clay by Britten Martin

for which Rubio spent 20 years in prison.

You know what you're saying, Joannie?

Fully, I'm sorry to say.

You three were drifting ranch hands.

Broke, working for Martin.

He promised to make you all rich if Rubio confessed to the murder

and you three kept your mouth shut.

Where did you get such a story, child?

From Martin's diary.

When he died, his family gave his books to the library.

Nettie and I dug up the diary doing research.

Here. Here it is.

We had just finished reading it

when that poor girl came to the house.

We heard her scream and we saw

Mr. McGuire and you put her in the wagon.

I only did what I thought was best for the family.

For you and Nettie and for our beloved town.

You've done enough for our town.

You've turned a lot of nice people

into stuffed-shirt, holier-than-thou hypocrites.

And for 20 years, these two backed you up

because you were all secure and prosperous.

But none of you could bear the burning glass

of his own conscience.

That just about boils it down, Joannie.

We'll just let Judge Feifer take care of the rest of this.

Alright, Taylor, you can step down.

Brother, I think you're makin' a big mistake.

With the lid off this town, I feel it's our duty

to teach its citizens the intricacies of poker.

Well, good hunting, Bart.

But I've had my fill of Sunburst.

Good trip.

- Yip! - Hold it!

Whoa!

[Brent] What a pleasant surprise!

With my uncle headed for prison and the trial over

I couldn't wait to get out of this sanctimonious town

for a while.

Andalucia is comin' with me.

You look gorgeous, Lucy.

Thank you, senor. These are new fig leaves.

Andalucia is a rich girl now.

She sold the ranch that was rightfully hers.

- Yip! - Hold it. Here's another one.

Whoa!

Cha... Changed my mind.

Decided to come after all.

Yip! Yeah!

Dealer's choice, Mr. Maverick?

♪ 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 ♪♪